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modern  screen 


stories 

AMERICAN  IN  LONDON  (Gene  Kelly)  by  Beverly  Linet  24 

WHAT  REALLY  HAPPENED  TO  MARIO  LANZA  by  James  Carr  29 

A  REPORT  ON  LANA  AND  LOVE  (Lana  Turner)  by  Jim  Henaghan  30 

HEDDA  HOPPER  SPIKES  THOSE  BETTY  GRABLE  RUMORS   32 

THEY  CALL  HIM  THE  QUIET  MAN  (Bill  Holden)  by  Susan  Trent  34 

SHELLEY'S  GREATEST  SECRET  (Shelley  Winters)                       by  Lou  Pollock  36 

.  .  .  AND  EVERYTHING  GOES  CRAZY  (Curtis-Leigh)  by  Jack  Wade  38 

WHAT'S  THE  TROUBLE,  ESTHER?  (Esther  Williams)  by  Marsha  Saunders  40 

A  NEW  LOVE  FOR  THE  QUEEN?  (Barbara  Stanwyck)  by  Imogene  Collins  42 

COWPUNCHER'S  CASTLE  (Gene  Autry)  by  Marva  Peterson  44 

THE  MEN  IN  MY  LIFE  by  Piper  Laurie  47 

"WE'RE  toOT  MAD  AT  ANYBODY"  (Simmons-Granger)  by  Jim  Newton  48 

THE  TRUE  LIFE  STORY  OF  MARILYN  MONROE  by  Elyda  J.  Nelson  50 

HAPPY  TALK  (Doris  Day)  by  Steve  Cronin  54 

RETURN  OF  FAITH  by  David  Wayne  56 

features 

THE  INSIDE  STORY   4 

LOUELLA  PARSONS'  GOOD  NEWS   6 

MIKE  CONNOLLY'S  HOLLYWOOD  REPORT   12 

departments 

TAKE  MY  WORD  FOR  IT  by  Corinne  Calvet,  star  columnist  for  December  14 

MOVIE  REVIEWS  by  Jonathan  Kilbourn  18 

SWEET  AND  HOT    by  Leonard  Feather  27 

ON  THE  COVER:  Color  picture  of  Betty  Grable  by  20th  Century-Fox 
Other  picture  credits  on  page  66 


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DURBIN  HORNER 

executive  editor 

CARL  SCHROEDER 

western  manager 


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LIZ  SMITH,  associate  editor     ^  . 
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KATIE  ROBINSON,  western  editor 
FERNANDO  TEXIDOR,  art  director 
BILL  WEINBERGER,  art  editor 
BOB  BEERMAN,  staff  photographer 
BERT  PARRY,  staff  photographer 
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It's  a  kiss-swept 
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It's  Neptune's  gorgeous  daughters 
and  daredevils  living  a  thrilling, 
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4he  woman  -to  blame 
maybeyOURSELF! 

When  a  husband  starts  working  late, 

more  and  more  often,  a  wife  naturally 
tortures  herself  with  doubts.  Actually, 
though,  you  may  find  the  reason  for  his 
neglect  right  at  home!  Have  you  allowed 
yourself  to  grow  careless  about  intimate 
feminine  hygiene?  Well,  it's  not  too  late 
to  correct.  You  can  be  your  own  sweet, 
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on  contact.  Yet,  "Lysol"  is  designed  for 
freedom  from  caustic  or  irritant  action 
when  used  in  feminine  hygiene. 

You  need  never  again  be  guilty  of  offend- 
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Get  "Lysol"  today,  at  your  drug  counter. 
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In  1952,  after  long  scientific 
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PRODUCT  OF  LEHN  &  FINK  ^ 


Q.  Is  it  true  that  Audie  Murphy  is  mar- 
ried to  a  full-blooded  Cherokee  Indian 
girl?  — Y.  U.,  Dallas,  Texas 

A.  Mrs.  Murphy  is  one-eighth  Indian. 

Q.  I've  been  told  on  good  authority 
that  Kathryn  Grayson  does  not  do  her 
own  singing  in  pictures.  Is  this  true? 

— H.  D.,  Danville,  Va. 

A.  Definitely  not. 

<J>.  In  private  life  does  Bill  Holden  use 
the  name  of  Holden  or  the  name  of 
Beedle?    — G.  D.,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 

A.  Holden. 

9.  Is  Ann  Miller  Mexican?  Has  she 
ever  been  married  to  a  Mexican  ?  Has 
she  ever  been  married? 

— A.  S.,  Ames,  Iowa 

A.  Ann  is  American,  has  been  married 
once  to  a  Texan. 

©.  I  understand  that  Leslie  Caron  was 
discovered  in  Paris  while  working  in 
burlesque.  Isn't  that  where  Gene  Kelly 
first  saw  her — C.  F.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

A.  Miss  Caron  has  never  worked  in 
burlesque.  She  was  a  rising  star  in  Jhe 
Paris  Ballet  company  when  Kelly  dis- 
covered her. 

9.  If  Bing  Crosby  is  Catholic  and  Dixie 
is  Protestant,  what  are  the  four  Cros- 
by boys?  .       — W.  E.,  Denver,  Col. 

A.  Catholic. 

9.  Does  Jeff  Chandler  really  answer  all 
his  fan  mail  himself? 

— W.  W-,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 

A.  Yes. 

9-  Are  all  those  stories  about  Mario 
Lanza  being  out  of  his  mind  true  ?  What 
is  the  inside  story  of  his;  fight  with 
MGM  over  The  Student  Prince? 

— E.  R.,  Chicago,  III. 

A.  Lanza  is  not  out  of  his  mind;  he 
and  director  Curt  Bernhardt  did  not  see 
eye  to  eye  on  the  picture. 

9.  Aren't  the  Gene  Kellys  having  mar- 
riage trouble  in  London? — 

— S.  T.,  Bristol,  Eng. 


A.  No.  (see  the  story  on  page  24) 

9.  Didn't  Judy  Gartand  and  Frank 
Sinatra  once  have  a  torrid  love  affair? 

— E.  S.,  Tulsa,  Okla. 

A.  Yes. 

9.  Why  don't  Farley  Granger  and 
Shelley  Winters  talk  to  each  other  any 
longer?  Is  it  because  Shelley  got  mar- 
ried? — B.  H.,  Deming,  N.  M. 

A.  They  are  still  good  friends. 

9.  Isn't  Lucille  Ball  much  elder  than 
her  husband  Desi  Arnaz? 

— G.  R.,  Flagstaff,  Ariz. 

A.  She's  only  six  years  older. 

9.  Why  did  Anne  Baxter  leave  20th 
Century-Fox  ?— T.  T.,  Frankfort,  Ky. 

A.  She  prefers  to  free  lance. 

9.  Does  Nancy  Sinatra  date  frequently 
'  in  Hollywood.  — V.  H.,  Newark,  N.  J. 

s . 

A.  Yes. 

9.  How  come  Teresa  Wright's  marriage 
broke  up?     —  F.  T.,  Memphis,  Tenn. 

A.  Incompatibility  with  writer-husband 
Niven  Busch. 

9.  When  June  Allyson  first  started  in 
movies,  is  it  true  that  Lana  Turner  was 
very  cruel  to  her  ? 

— C.  L.,  Hamden,  Conn. 

A.  Lana  has  never  been  cruel  to  anyone. 

9T  Aren't  the  Red  Skeltons  battling  like 
tigers?  Don't  they  contemplate  a  di- 
vorce?  M.    L.,   VlNCENNES,  IND. 

A.  Battling  yes;  divorce  no. 

9.  Gordon  MacRae  snubbed  me  in 
Toronto.  Does  he  usually  snub  girls? 

— E.  M.,  Stratford,  Ont. 

A.  "No. 

9.  Weren't  Cary  Grant  and  Mae  West 
engaged  to  each  other  in  the  1930s? 

— J.  J.,  Norfolk,  Va. 

A.    Never.    (Continued    on    page  26) 


LUST  AND  DANGER  OF  AN  ERA  OF 


PARTY  OF  THE  MONTH:  JIMMY  McHUGH'S  "WELCOME  BACK"  FOR  LOU  ELLA  PARSONS.  EVERYBODY  WAS  THERE! 


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f  honor  Louella  Parsons  hopF        -     arms  with  the  Harry  Ackermans    lost  Jim  McHuqr   Rosalind  R  ise     and  Freddie  Brisson,  at  her  party. 


LOUELLA 
PARSONS' 

GOOD  NEWS 


T've  never  enjoyed  a  party  more  than  the 
X  beautiful  "get  well"  garden  party  in  my 
honor  given  by  songwriter  Jimmy  McHugh. 

I  was  not  only  feeling  completely  well  and 
rarin'  to  go,  but  it  had  been  six  long  weeks 
since  I  had  seen  many  of  my  friends,  and 
Jimmy  thoughtfully  invited  over  250  to  the 
garden  of  his  beautiful  home  in  Beverly  Hills. 

The  decorations  were  so  unique  I  think 
they  deserve  special  mention.  In  place  of  the 
conventional  bowls  of  flowers,  our  host  had 
ordered  pink  plastic  poodle  dogs  with  wide 
skirts  of  pink  net  decorated  with  real  pink 
rosebuds.  The  little  dolls  were  so  different 
and  unique. 

In  the  swimming  pool  floated  large  bou- 
quets of  pink,  orchid  and  white  water  lilies, 
a  beautiful  background  to  the  all-white  tables, 
chairs  and  umbrellas. 

Among  the  first  to  arrive  was  Olivia  de 
Havilland  wearing  a  brown  taffeta  cocktail 
dress  and  matching  hat.  Livvy  seems  so 
happy  these  days,  so  contented.  She's  a 
different  girl  from  the  repressed  *  person  she 
was  as  Mrs.  Marcus  Goodrich. 

Ann  Blyth  wore  a  white  feathered  turban 
with  a  blue  cocktail  suit.  Ann  said  that  after 
years  of  never  wearing  a  hat  she's  suddenly 
gone  crazy  about  the  smart,  chic  chapeaux  of 


...JUDY  GARLAND  PROMISES  NOT  TO  DIET  ...  JOSE  FERRER  SINGS  "COME  ON  A  MY  HOUSE"  TO  ROSEMARY.. 


The  Gary  Merrili-Bette  Davis  family,  all  present  and  accounted  for  as 
they  disembark  in  New  York,  where  Bette.will  soon  appear  in  a  play. 
The  three  children,  Barbara,  Morgo  and  Mike,  loved  the  airplane  trip. 


Bing  Crosby  takes  time  out-from  the  shooting  of  his  new  movie,  Little 
Boy  Lost,  being  made  in  France,  to  chat  with  three  of  his  young 
co-workers.  This  scene  takes   place   in  the  Tuileries   Garden   in  Paris. 


this  season  so  she's   stocked  up   on  them. 

Rosalind  Russell,  who  ALWAYS  wears  a 
hat,  came  hatless  wearing  a  white  dress 
trimmed  in  green  and  looking  as  pretty  and 
fresh  as  an  apple  blossom. 

Jack  Benny,  just  back  from  Europe,  had 
much  to  tell  us  of  his  experiences — and  when 
Jack  tells  it,  everything  is  funny. 

Jeanne  Crain  wore  a  bright  green  jacket 
over  a  green  and  white  print  dress  and 
someone  remarked  that  there's  no  hand- 
somer couple  in  Hollywood  than  Jeanne  and 
her  devoted  Paul  Brinkmem. 

It  was  a  warm  afternoon,  but  Jane  Wyman 
looked  like  a  fashion  plate  in  a  violet  wool 
dress  with  a  deeper  violet  velvet  jacket  and 
chiffon  scarf  at  the  throat. 

Looking  like  the  happiest  bride  and  groom 
in  the  world  Ginny  .Simms  never  let  go  the 
arm  of  Bob  Calhoun.  And,  then,  just  ten 
days  later,  they  were  SEPARATED! 

Ginny  refused  to  move  into  the  house  Bob 
had  bought  for  her.  Instead,  she  took  a 
smaller  place,  moved  in  with  her  two  sons 
by  her  marriage  to  Hyatt  Dehn,  and  Calhoun 
didn't  know  anything  about  her  plans  until 
he  read  my  "scoop"  in  the  papers! 

Break-ups  in  Hollywood  marriages  frequent- 
ly come  suddenly.  But  this  one  was  so  REAL- 


LY out  of  the  blue  that  even  one  of  the  prin- 
cipals didn't  know  it  was  over. 

Most  couples  in  love  spend  their  time 
trying  to  escape  relatives  of  all  people! 
That's  why  it  seems  so  amusing  to  me  that 
whenever  Marilyn  Monroe  and  the  love  of 
her  life,  Joe  DiMaggio,  get  a  spare  moment 
together  they  hie  themselves  to  San  Francisco 
to  visit  Joe's  uncles,  aunts  and  young  cousins. 

As  an  Italian,  DiMaggio  is  naturally  a  fam- 
ily man.  And  Marilyn,  an  orphan  who  has 
never  known  real  family  life,  just  loves  it! 

Instead  of  haunting  the  nightclubs  and  gay 
spots,  Marilyn  and  Joe  spend  most  of  their 
time  at  Uncle  Louie  DiMaggio's  cooking 
spaghetti  dinners  and  watching  shows  and 
sports  events  on  TV. 

The  DiMaggio  cousins  bring  their  teen-age 
girl  friends  home  and  Marilyn  shows  them 
how  to  make  up,  set  their  hair,  do  their  nails, 
etc.  Joe  calls  Marilyn  "baby."  The  kids  call 
her  "doll." 

One  night,  Marilyn  and  Joe  hosted  a  party 
for  16  teen-agers  in  Chinatown  feasting  on 
chop  suey,  rice  and  tea  and  dancing  to 
juke  box  music. 

When  Marilyn  is  with  the  kids  she  dresses 
just  as  they  do — sweaters  and  skirts  and  NO 


publicity-type,    low    cut    gowns,    thank  you. 

If  you  ask  me,  one  of  the  nicest  things  Joe 
has  brought  into  the  life  of  the  lonely  girl 
who  is  the  "hottest"  property  in  Hollywood 
today,  is  sharing  his  family  life  with  her.  All 
the  fame  and  fortune  in  the  world  couldn't 
bring  this  happiness  to  Marilyn. 

he  figures  in  the  John  Waynes'  property 
~  settlement  sound  like  telephone  numbers. 
According  to  Mrs.  Wayne's  attorney,  John 
and  Chata  spent  313,000  monthly  during  their 
marriage;  John  made  5500,000  last  year  and 
he  is  many  times  a  millionaire. 

I've  talked  with  John — and  I  know  he  has 
his  dander  up.  This  promises  to  be  one  of 
the  most  bitterly  fought  divorces  in  years. 


helley  Winters  Gassmann  is  the  funniest 
expectant  mother  of  all  time. 


"I  got  morning  sickness,"  quoth  Shell,  "and 
afternoon  sickness,  and  evening  sickness.  I'm 
nauseous  all  the  time.  And  the  things  I 
wantta  eat!  Pickles  and  eggs!  I've  always 
hated  bananas — and  now  I  gotta  have  'em. 
The  other  day,  after  I'd  HAD  luncheon,  I 
stopped  by  a  drive-in  and  had  a  peanut-butter 
sandwich  and  a  root-beer  float. 

"Before  we  got  pregnant,  Vittorio  was  the 


L  QUELL  A  PARSONS'  good  news 


Hostess  Joan  Crawford  makes  sure  mother-to-be  Nancy  Davis  Reagan  has  everything 
she  wants,  while  father-to-be  Ronald  Reagan  looks  on  beamingly.  Joan  and 
William  Haines,  the  silent  screen  star,  gave  the  party  for  Ann  Windfohr  from  Texas. 


Guests  Diana  Lynn  and  Angela  Green  chat  with  a  newspaper  columnist  during  the 
party,  which  was  held  in  Joan's  garden.  The  decorations  were  very  striking:  a  bright 
red  tent  covered  half  the  garden,  and   red  and  white  candles  outlined  the  pool. 


Joan  gave  Judy  Garland,  another  expectant  mother, 
a  big  hug  when  she  arrived.  Much  later  on,  after 
most  of  the  guests  had  gone  home,  Judy  sang  and  sang. 


one  who  could  not  sleep  at  night.  He's  the 
nervous  type  and  was  always  pacing  around 
thinking  of  his  role  the  next  day. 

"Now  he  sleeps  like  he  was  hit  over  the 
head — and  I'm  the  one  getting  up  all  the 
time.  The  other  night  I  was  so  restless  I 
got  the  car  out  and  went  lor  a  two-hour  drive 
— and  when  I  came  back  he  didn't  even  know 
I'd  been  gone! 

"He's  sweet  though,  bless  him.  He  doesn't 
get  angry  with  me  no  matter  what  I  do.  Of 
course,  I  can  still  start  a  battle,  but  it's  one 
sided.  He  juet  says,  'Mama,  you're  upset 
because  the  bambino  is  coming.' 

"I'll  be  glad  when  the  baby  is  born  and 
he'll  yell  back  at  me  like  he  used  to. 

"How  long  does  this  nauseous  business  last, 
I  want  to  know?  How  long  will  it  be  before  I 
start  looking  like  all  those  pretty  pictures  of 
expectant  mothers  in  women's  magazines?" 

T  T  QLLYWOOD  Chit-Chat:  The  first  thing 
fx  Aflene  Dahl  did  after  separating  from 
Lex  Barker  was  to  change  the  color  scheme  of 
the  bedroom  they  WERE  to  have  occupied 
together  from  beige  and  green  to  three  shades 
of  pink.  .  .  . 

Before  Marilyn  Morrison  Ray  (Mrs.  Johnnie 
Ray)  left  the  Chicago  hospital  after  losing 
their  expected  baby,  Johnnie  showed  up  with 
a  big  sguare  cut  diamond  to  take  the  place 
of  that  little-bitty  engagement  ring  so  many 
columnists  ridiculed  at  the  time  of  their  mar- 
riage. .  .  . 

Ursula  Thiess  doesn't  like  Robert  Taylor's 
mustache.  You  can  expect  it  to  go  any  time 
now.  .  .  . 

Dale  Robertson  has  turned  thumbs  down  on 
20th's  idea  to  "glamorize"  his  publicity,  soft- 
pedaling  his  home  life,  for  instance.  "I'm  a 
home  boy  and  a  cowhand,"  said  Dale,  "and 
you  can'1  chamge  me.  There's  no  sense  trying 
to  get  me  to  list  the  ten  sexiest  actresses  in 


When  they  said 
that  Kearny  had 
disgraced  his  woman 


"Sprihgfield 


Mo*™**  PHYLLIS  THAXTER-  DAVID  BRIAN    *„„  PAUL  KELLY 


SCREEN  PLAY  BY 


OlRECTEO  8Y 


PRODUCED  By 


CHARLES  MARQUIS  WARREN& FRANK  DAVIS  •  ANDRE  DeTOTH  •  LOUIS  F.  EDELMAN 


MUSIC  BY  MAX  STEINER 


TERRY  MOORE  IN  GERMANY  or  LOVE  IN  A  COLD  CLIMATE 

Most  mothers  would  yell  for  the  Life  Guards  if  their  daughter  persisted  in  making  mad  love  to 
a  bare-chested  fellow  in  the  middle  of  an  icy  whirlpool.  Not  so  Mrs.  Helen  Koford.  She  hung  her 
Terry's  clothes  on  the  nearest  hickory  limb,  and  grabbed  her  Brownie.  Here  is  her  personal 
record  of  Terry  and  Cameron  Mitchell  shivering  with  melted  snow  and  melting  passion  on 
location  in  Germany  for  20th  Century-Fox's  Man  On  A  Tightrope.  She's  added  this  comforting 
note :  "Terry  feels  fine — the  Germans  certainly  admire  her  courage."  So  do  we,  ma'am.  So  do  we. 


On  the  banks  of  the  famous  Isar  River  where  The  love  scene  will  be  shot  in  a  whirlpool,  so 
the  water  is  made  of  melted  snow,  Terry  (with  Terry  pins  up  her  hair  before  being  covered  with 
bathing  suit  under  clothes)   rests  on  Cameron.  .     grease  to  help  her  keep  warm  in  the  water. 


Terry  gets  greased  down  while  a  makeup  man  In  water  over  their  heads,  Terry  and  Cameron 
does  the  same  for  Cameron.  Note  in  the  back-  play  the  love  scene.  They  worked  in  this  swift 
ground  the  Bavarian  Alps  of  Southern  Germany.      current  off  and  on  from  9:30  a.m.  to  3:30  p.m. 


Between  takes,  Pat  Hening  serves  them  hot  Shivering  under  their  robes,  they  await  the 
soup  from  his  oil  burner.  Terry  and  Cameron  next  take.  Terry's  mother  says  later  it  took  six 
oiso   sat  against  a   reflector  with    hot   lights.      soapings  to  get  the  grease  out  of  her  hair. 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

Hollywood — because  I  don't  know  who  they 
are,  or  care.  .  .  ." 

No  star  from  Broadway  has  so  completely 
enchanted  her  co-workers  in  a  movie  as  Ethel 
Merman  making  CaJi  Me  Madam.  Around  the 
20th  Century-Fox  lot,  they're  calling  Madam 
—doll.  .  .  . 

Nicky  Hilton  may  be  "completely  over" 
Elizabeth  Taylor — as  he  says.  But  his  new 
honey.  Sheila  Connolly,  is  a  deadringer  for 
Liz.  .  .  . 

Fernando  Lamas  wants  to  adopt  Lana 
Turner's  little  daughter,  Cheryl,  after  he  and 
Lana  are  married. 

When  I  asked  Rosemary  Clooney  if  she 
was  going  to  marry  Jose  Ferrer  she  said, 
"Louella,  I  love  Jose.  But  I  don't  want  any- 
one to  be  hurt." 

I  knew  she  was  referring  to  Phyllis  Hill, 
Jose's  wife,  from  whom  he  has  been  separated 
just  five  months.  From  what  I  have  been 
reading  about  Mrs.  Ferrer's  dates  in  New 
York  with  an  attractive  young  man,  I  doubt 
that  she  has  any  intentions  of  hanging  onto 
Jose. 

No  young  personality  in  years  has  come 
up  as  fast  as  Rosemary,  the  young  singer 
who  first  attracted  attention  last  year  with 
her  "Come  On  A  My  House"  record. 

When  Paramount  signed  her  for  The  Stars 
Are  Singing  it's  no  secret  they  thought  she 
might  be  just  a  "one  shot"  star,  an  attrac- 
tion to  the  jive  kids  who  loved  her  records. 

So  what  happens?  Rosemary  comes  across 
with  such  a  wallop  she's  now  being  touted 
as  the  girl  to  step  into  Betty  Hutton's  shoes  in 
Paramount  pictures. 

I've  come  to  know  her  very  well  during 
the  short  time  she  has  been  in  Hollywood 
and  I  can  tell  you  that  she  is  a  very  honest 
and  sincere  person. 

Jose  Ferrer  will  be  a  lucky  man  when  and 
if  Rosemary  says,  "Yes" — and  I'm  sure  she 
will. 

When  Joan  Crawford  and  William  Haines, 
the  decorator  who  used  to  be  a  silent 
screen  star,  decided  to  give  a  party  for  Mrs. 
Ann  Windfohr,  a  Texas  friend,  they  really  did 
things  up  red  and  white. 

Joan  used  her  garden,  covering  over  half 
of  it  with  a  bright  lipstick  red  tent  in  which 
white  and  red  balloons  floated  against  the  tent 
top.  Red  and  white  candles  outlined  the  swim- 
ming pool,  their  flames  flickering  slightly. 

There  were  120  guests  for  dinner  and  danc- 
ing and  without  any  doubt  the  most  startling 
couple  were  Kirk  Douglas  and  youthful, 
Italian  beauty  Pier  Angeli.  The  sophisticated 
Kirk  was  really  something  to  watch  being 
very,  very  boyish  and  utterly  gallant  to  the 
wide-eyed  Pier  who  would  have  looked  like 
a  child  in  her  flowing  gray  chiffon  if  the 
neckline  had  not  been  cut  so  low! 

The  infanticipating  girls,  Judy  Garland, 
Eleanor  Parker  and  Nancy  Davis  Reagan  were  j 
present  with  their  respective  husbands,  each 
wearing  a  different  type  of  maternity  gown. 
Incidentally,  Nancy  and  Ronnie  Reagan  held 
hands  all  evening  under  the  table  not  caring  . 
whether  anyone  watched  them  or  not. 

It  never  seems  to  bother  Ronnie  and  his  ex-  i 
wife,  Jane  Wyman,  when  they  meet  at  parties. 
They  are  always  very  cordial  and  seem  to 
have  much  to  talk  about. 

About  four  o'clock  in  the  morning,  after 
most  of  the  guests  had  left,  Judy  Garland 


Ihe  Hollywood  Set 


By  MARY  MARATHON 

Hi,  fans!  Here  I  am  again  and  I'm  high  as  a  kite  about  a  picture  I've  just 
seen— "Road  to  Bali"  with  Bing  Crosby,  Bob  Hope  and  Dorothy  Lamour. 
These  three  aren't  exactly  strangers  to  each  other,  having  traveled  a  few 
previous  "Roads"  together.  Maybe  you  saw  one  (or  more)  of  them.  If  you  did, 
you'll  agree  that  when  Bing,  Bob  and  Dotty  team  up  td  hit  the  road,  it's  a  laugh 
marathon  for  sure!  In  "Road  to  Bah"  I  want  to  tell  you,  they're  but  colossal. 


What  happens  to  them  could  only  happen  to  them!  They  have  all  kinds  of 
impossible  adventures — with  music — including  diving  for  sunken  treasure  (a 
little  situation  Bing  maneuvers  Bob  into);  tangling  with  savage  head  hunters 
and  beautiful  native  women;  wrestling  with  ferocious  animals;  and  running 
into  some  of  your  favorite  Hollywood  personalities  (surprises  galore!)  in  the 
middle  of  the  jungle.  It's  all  for  laughs  and,  believe  me,  laughs  for  all.  In  a 
"Road"  show  anything  goes,  and  in  this  one  not  only  anything — but  everything! 


Dotty  has  a  wardrobe  of  whistle-bait  Balinese  sarongs  (she  plays  an  island 
princess)  and,  of  course,  the  two  B.s  buzz  around  her  like  crazy,  each  outdoing 
the  other,  pulling  all  kinds  of  wild  wires  to  be  the  lucky  one  who  wins  her. 


Story?  Well,  now,  between  you  and  me,  anything  sensible  couldn't  stand  up 
under  Bing's  and  Bob's  gaff,  although  Dotty  does  her  feminine  best  to  provide 
motivation  and  maintain  a  semblance  of  sanity.  There's  a  villain,  though,  who 
cooks  up  enough  trouble  to  keep  "our  heroes"  hopping.  He's  played  by  Murvyn 
Vye  and  I  seem  to  remember  that  he  connives  to  cheat  the  princess  of  her 
fortune,  but  who  really  gives  a  care  about  a  story  when  Bing,  Bob  and  Dotty 
are  in  action  in  glamorous  Bali? 

*        *  * 

"Road  to  Bah"  is  the  first  of  the  "Road"  films  in  color  by  Technicolor.  And 
wait'll  you  see  the  Balinese  dancers  in  their  lush  and  lavish, colorful  costumes. 
It's  an  eyeful  you  won't  soon  forget.  There  are  six  new  songs,  among  them  a 
couple  of  Crosby-Hope  comedy  routines  that  are  worth  the  price  of  admission 
alone.  Take  it  from  me,  fans,  this  "Road"  rates  traveling  to,  no  matter  how 
far  you  are  from  the  theatre  that  plays  it. 


There's  another  Technicolor  movie  coming  out  soon,  too,  that  I  think  you'll 
enjoy — a  thriller  called  "The  Blazing  Forest,"  that  is  tops  in  action  adventure. 
That  gorgeous  guy  all  the  gals  are  gone  on — John  Payne — has  the  number  one 
starring  role  as  the  tough  boss  of  a  logging  camp  in  the  tall  timber  country. 
Other  stars  in  it  are  William  Demarest,  Agnes  Moorehead,  Richard  Arlen  and 
lovely  newcomer  Susan  Morrow  (remember  I  told  you  about  her  last  month 
in  connection  with  "The  Savage"?)  "The  Blazing  Forest"  has  all  the  action 
excitement  its  title  implies,  set  against  magnificent  mountain  scenery — wonder- 
ful background  for  the  romance  between  Payne  and  Susan. 


And  pretty  soon  you'll  be  hearing  about  "Come  Back,  Little  Sheba,"  the 
movie  version  of  the  Broadway  stage  hit,  co-starring  Burt  Lancaster  and  Shirley 
Booth.  Miss  Booth  starred  in  the  stage  play,  too . . .  but  more  about  that  simply 
immense  picture  next  month.  Goodbye  for  now,  fans,  and  happy  movie-going! 


11 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 


(with  Roger  Edens  playing  for  her)  started 
to  sing  as  only  Judy  can. 

At  that  late  hour,  in  such  a  beautiful  setting, 
it  seemed  to  everyone  that  Judy  had  never 
sounded  so  thrilling  and  her  listeners  were 
torn  between  tears,  laughter  and  applause. 

Speaking  of  Judy,  a  few  days  later,  I  ran 
into  her  shopping  in  Beverly  Hills.  It  was 
the  day  I  had  run  the  "lead"  story  in  my 
column  about  her  new  contract  to  make 
movies  for  Warner  Brothers. 

"Are  you  going  to  diet  strenuously  for 
your  screen  come-back?"  I  asked  her. 

"I'm  going  to  diet  a  little,  Louella,"  she 
told  me.  "But  I'm  not  going  to  ruin  my  health 
by  peeling  down  to  the  size  of  a  banana.  Look 
what  happened  to  Mario  Lanza.  Look  what 
happened  to  me  before  in  the  last  stages  of 
my  MGM  contract  when  I  nearly  wrecked 
myself  striving  to  be  a  sliver. 

"No  ma'am,"  she  said  emphatically, 
"they're  going  to  get  Garland  back  plump 
and  HEALTHY." 

Parents  of  teen-age  girls  averse  to  youth- 
ful marriages  can  no  longer  point  to  Mitzi 
Gaynor  and  her  lawyer  fiance,  Richard  Coyle, 
as  wise  and  perfect  examples  of  "looking 
before  you  leap." 

Touted  as  the  ideal  engaged  couple,  Mitzi 
and  Richard  were  officially  engaged  for 
three  years,  supposedly  the  happiest  love- 
birds in  the  world  just  waiting  for  her  to  be- 
come 21  before  saying  their  "I  do's." 

So  what  happens?  Three  weeks  after 
Mitzi  reached  the  21  goal  line,  she  and  Rich- 
ard decided  the  whole  thing  had  been  a  "mis- 
take" and  called  off  all  wedding  plans. 

Well,  it's  better  to  find  out,  even  after 
three  years,  that  a  mistake  has  been  made 
than  it  would  be  AFTER  wedding  bells  have 
rung  out. 

I  can  remember  very  well  the  words  of  my 
grandmother,  witty,  wise  and  humorous,  when 
1  decided  to  be  married  at  17. 

"A  girl  of  17— and  a  WOMAN  of  21  think 
very  differently,"  she  said.  And  this  is  quite 
as  true  today  as  it  was  when  I  was  a  girl, 
Maggie. 

The  Letter  Box:  Laine  Ross,  Toronto, 
Canada,  writes:  "In  The  Merry  Widow 
Lana  Turner  again  proves  that  she  is  the  star 
of  stars  and  the  loveliest  lady  on  the  screen. 
But  I  would  have  preferred  to  see  Michael 
Wilding  opposite  her  in  place  of  Fernando 
Lamas."  Lana  wouldn't!!! 

Dozens  and  dozens  of  letters  asking,  "What's 
the  matter  with  Mario  Lanza?"  No  one  would 
like  to  know  the  answer  to  that  more  than 
his  MGM  bosses. 

I  am  delighted  to  acknowledge  the  letter 
from  Louis  Jordan,  President  of  The  Male 
Teen-age  Club  of  Detroit,  consisting  of  11 
Negro  boys  and  five  whites.  "We  are  great 
screen  fans,"  writes  Louis,  "and  our  greatest 
favorite  is  Bette  Davis — proving  that  teen- 
agers can  and  do  admire  mature  actresses. 
We  think  Ava  Gardner  the  most  beautiful — 
and  Joan  Crawford  the  most  perennial."  Glad 
to  get  your  opinions,  Louis,  although  space 
prohibits  printing  all  of  them. 

Violet  Ainsworth,  Memphis,  opines:  "Rory 
Calhoun  is  better  looking  and  a  better  actor 
than  Tony  Curtis,  Farley  Granger,  Rock  Hud- 
son, and  John  Derek  rolled  into  one."  Bet  you 
start  something  with  that  crack,  Violet. 
12       That's  all  this  month.  See  you  next  issue. 


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TIME  TABLES: 

"Missy"  Stanwyck  and  Ralph  Meeker,  hottest  romantic  combo  of  the  season— 
ma-a-a-ad  for  each  other— and  don't  care  who  knows  it !  Babs  got  up  at  the  unheard- 
of  hour  of  5:30  one  morning  recently  to  meet  his  plane  from  New  York;  she  goes  to 
the  fights  with  him  and  to  ice  shows;  and  she  lunches  with  him  in  the  MGM  com- 
missary even  though  she's  finished  working  in  Jeopardy  there.  So  don't  sell  this 
romance  any  shorter  than  the  Bob  Taylor-Ursula  Thiess  amouring ! 

Gossips  keep  linking  Terry  Moore  with  this  one  and  that  one 
but  mark  it  down  in  your  book  that  there  won't  be  anyone  legally 
until  after  next  April  14,  when  she's  unhitched  from  Glenn  Davis 
What  are  we  columnists  going  to  do  for  juicy  news  items  after 
Lana  Turner  marries  Fernando  Lamas? 

Liz  Taylor  and  Mike  Wilding  plan  calling  their  first-born 
Michael  if  a  boy,  Michelle  if  a  girl  ...  The  Judy  Garland-Sid 
Luft  heir  will  be  Junior  too,  but  Amanda  if  a  girl  .  .  .  While 
Lucille  Ball  and  Desi  Arnaz  chose  Junior  for  "him"  and  Victoria 


for  "her" 


Brando 


Taylor 


Strictly  personal  opinion:  Ingrid  Bergman  had 
better  make  her  comeback  picture  quick  or  nobody's  gonna  miss 
her!  ...  One  timetable  that's  gone  awry  belongs  to  Margaret 
O'Brien's  mother.  She's  dressing  her  teen-age  daughter  like  the 
teentsy-weentsy  Margaret  O'Brien  we  remember  at  MGM-^and  it's 
the  silliest  thing  you  ever  saw  .  .  .  You  won't  recognize  Marlon 
Brando  in  Julius  Caesar.  He  speaks  perfect  English,  not  unlike  Sir 
Laurence  Olivier's  impeccable  English,  plus  which  he  reported 
scrubbed  and  spotless  for  work  on  the  picture  throughout  its 
shooting  schedule  .  .  .  Will  Marlon  marry  Movita,  his  steady  gal? 
But  how  can  he  unless  she  gets  her  divorce  from  her  estranged 
spouse,  Jack  Doyle? 


Lanza 


SKIRMISHES  OF  THE  MONTH: 

The  most  bloodthirsty_duel  between  an  atfor  and  a  studio  in 
the  history  of  Hollywood  was  that  staged  by  Mario  Lanza  and 
MGM  over  The  Student  Prince.  Some  of  the  lowdown  on  the  battle 
is  amusing,  some  is  unprintable.  Sidelights  on  the  feud:  Ann 
Blyth,  hired  as  Mario's  leading  lady,  sitting  by  quietly  and  with 
dignity  throughout  the  wrangling;  Mario  stuffing  himself  with 
Italian  food  again,  unmindful  that  he  was  regaining  weight  and 
apparently  not  caring;  Mario's  loss  of  $5,200  a  week  every  time 
the  Coca-Cola  show  went  on  the  air  without  him— and  it  had  to 
because  of  his  MGM  contract  stipulating  such  a  layoff  during  any 
suspension  from  the  studio ! 
•  Jean  Peters  and  Richard  Widmark-  had  to  have  a  stand-by 

nurse  for  the  first  day's  rehearsal  on  Blaze  Of  Glory.  It  was  a 
"violent  courtship"  scene,  as  a  result  of  which  Jean  suffered  bruised 
lips,  neck  scratches,  torn  dress,  loosened  tooth  and  sprained  ankle 
and  Dick  got  a  lump  on  the  head,  scratch  over  the  right  eye, 
bruised  shins  and  a  sprained  rib!  This  is  courtship??  .  .  .  Jean's, 
incidentally,  is  the  role  Shelley  Winters  bowed  out  of  because  of 
impending  motherhood  and  Betty  Grable  bypassed  because  she 
couldn't  see  herself  doing  such  fiery  dramatics  .  .  .  One  night 
Evie  Johnson  was  explaining  to  a  reporter  that  every  time  she  and 
Van  have  a  quarrel  he,  "packs  his  wallet  and  leaves  home  for  a 
double  feature";  the  next  she  and  Van  were  out  necking  and 
holding  hands  at  a  local  pub,  just  to  help  kill  the  nasty  rumors  about  them  .  .  .  Ginger 
Clayton  of  the  Ice  Follies  left  makeup  man  Frank  Westmore  waitin'  at  the  church ! 
.  .  .  Olivia  DeHavilland  had  an  argument  with  a  still  {Continued  on  page  81) 


Peters 


u 


My  husband 
and  I  trade 
roles  at 
Christmas! 


"All  the  rest  of  the  year," 
Rosalind  Russell  explains, 
"he'S  Frederick  Brisson,  the 
producer.  But  come  the 
holidays,  he's  the  star  and 
I'm  in  charge  of  production. 
It's  I  who  actually  'deck 
the  halls  with  holly.' 


"There  are  packages  to  be  wrapped, 
then  the  eggnog  to  be  made,  and 
after  washing  up,  of  course,  I  smooth 
on  Jergens  Lotion.  It  restores  beauty 
to  hands  quickly!  See  why:  Smooth 
one  hand  with  Jergens  . . . 


"I  scramble  around  attending  to  aU  the  preparations  'til  my  hands  wouldn't  be  fit  to 
be  seen  if  it  weren't  for  Jergens.  Pure,  white  Jergens  Lotion  softens  them  in  no  time! 


"apply  any  ordinary  lotion  or 
cream  to  the  other.  Wet  them. 
Water  won't  'bead'  on  the 
hand  smoothed  with  Jergens 
as  it  will  with  an  oily  care. 


"Under  the  mistletoe,  my 
hands  are  nice  for  my  real  lif e 
leading  man,  Freddie.  No 
wonder  the  Hollywood  stars 
prefer  Jergens  Lotion  7  to  1." 


Keep  your  hands  lovely,  too., 
Protect  them  from  roughness 
and  winter  chapping  for  only 
pennies  a  day!  Jergens  Lotion 
only  costs  10^  to  $  1.00,  plus  tax. 


13 


PERIODIC  PAIN 

Midol  acts  three  ways  to  bring 
relief  from  menstrual  suffering. 
It  relieves  cramps,  eases  head- 
ache and  it  chases  the  "blues". 
Dora  now  takes  Midol  at  the 
first  sign  of  menstrual  distress. 


I  am  very  much  interested  in  love  .  .  . 
the  love  a  girl  has  for  her  man  .  .  . 
not  the  phony  sex-appeal  for  a  camera,  says 
Corinne  Caket  in  the  eighth  of  Modern 
Screen's  new  series  on  the  art  of 
living  written  by  Hollywood's  top  stars 


Take  my  word  for  it 


by  CORINNE  CALVET  ;  star  columnist  for  December 


next,  a  "come-hither"  glance 


9  •  Z 


.  a  bit  oj  cleavage,  and  you're  set! 


WHEN  I  HAVE  A  PROBLEM.  I  take  off  my  clothes  and 
sit  on  the  bed  and  think— like  a  yogi.  I  am  thinking 
now,  of  many  things,  yet  they  are  all  related  to 
one.  A  woman  may  talk  about  color,  interior 
decorating,  perfume,  clothes,  people,  personality, 
and  yet  there  is  always  involved,  somehow,  the 
subject  of  love.  For  these  are  the  ways  and  things 
of  love;  of  finding  it,  of  keeping  it,  of  enhancina 
it  when  vou  have  it.  I  am  going  to  talk  about 
color,  interior  decorating,  clothes,  people;  their 
personalities,  and  also  about  love  directly.  I  am 
very  much  interested  in  love.  So  are  you.  So  is 
everybody.  Even  those  who  seem  to  deny  love 
are  merely  posing  and  by  their  various  attitudes 
(or  even  by  the  absence  of  any  attitude)  make 
prevaricators  of  themselves.  They  all  know  that 
life  is  life  only  with  love— otherwise  it  is  just  a 
process  of  aging. 


so,  to  BEGIN,  COLORS.  When,  for  instance,  I  say 
that  I  feel  best  in  red,  but  that  green  is  prettiest 
for  me,  yet  my  husband  likes  me  best  in  blue,  what 
am  I  saving?  The  way  I  analyze  it,  I  am  saying 
that  in  red,  which  is  the  most  bright,  I  feel  that  I 
will  attract  the  most  attention  .  .  .  which  every 
woman  wants;  that  once  I  have  this  attention, 
however,  I  know  that  I  make  the  best  impression 
in  green;  but  that  there  are  qualities  to  me  which 
my  husband  visualizes  most  satisfactorily  when  I 
wear  blue.  There  is  more  to  it  than  that,  of  course. 
We  none  of  us  can  make  exact  patterns  of  our 
emotional  personalities,  but  I  know  I  am  close  to 
the  truth. 

Does  all  this  make  me  appear  a  confused  person  i 
I  suppose  so,  but  confused  may  not  be  the  right 
word.   I  prefer  to  think  I  am  like  everyone  else 
and  that  the  word  that  best  describes  all  of  us  who 
are  human  is  complex.    Being  complex  makes  us 
hard  to  understand  .  .  .  even  to  ourselves.  We  all 
know  this,  but  it  does  not  stop  us  from  trying.  And, 
we  find  the  job  of  trying  to  make  sense  of  ourselves 
very  fascinating.  Is  there  anything  more  fascinat- 
ing? Here  I  will  surprise  you,  I  think.  My  answer, 
will  be  yes.   It  can  be  even  more  fascinating  to 
try  to  know  and  understand  another  person.  Nov. 
we  return  to  the  grand  passion.    When  you  find 
yourself  putting  your  whole  mind  and  heart  into 
this  job  of  understanding  another,  and  realize  you 
are  willing  to  spend  a  whole  lifetime  at  it  .  . 
then,  cherie,  that  is  love !  Nothing  less  than  this  i: 
love.    Less  than  this  is  infatuation  maybe,  self 
protection,  self-emotional-aggrandizement  often  .  . 
but  not  love.  Yes?  No?  We  will  see. 

In  Paris  I  studied  interior  decorating.  (There  i 


a  lady  of  Hollywood  who  has  said  I  am  not 
French.  In  that  case  I  must  have  gone  through 
the  Beaux  Arts  and  the  Art  Decoratif  institu- 
tions in  Paris  in  my  imagination,  but  I  can 
assure   everyone   that   the  diplomas   I  hold 
for  graduating  after  a  three-year  course  are 
in  real  parchment.  And  the  cancelled  checks 
with  which  I  paid  for  my/ course  are  not  hay, 
either,  but  real  paper  once  quite  negotiable') 
When  it  came  time  to  decorate  my  house  in 
Hollywood,  I  had  the  benefit  of  this  knowledge. 
Did  I  follow  it?    Not  exactly.    Instead  I 
answered   some   inner   instinct   that  women 
look  most  pretty  surrounded  by  coral,  and 
that  was  my  choice,  although  technically  I 
might  have  gone  to  a  number  of  other  colors. 
In  so  doing,  I  recognized  how  I  could  best 
please  my  feminine  guests— and  not  disappoint 
the.  male  ones!    If  you  follow  my  thinking 
you  will  see  we  are  back  to  love  again.  We 
won't  leave  it  very  far  behind  if  now  I  take 
up  perfume. 

PERFUME  HAS  BEEN  IMPORTANT  TO  ME  ever  since 

I  was  a  young  girl.  No  one  could  give  me  a 
better  gift.    To  receive  perfume  was  to  be 
recognized  as  a  woman-to-be.  I  still  somehow 
feel  it  is  sad  for  a  woman  to  have  to  buy  her 
own  perfume  (although  I  often  do).  .In  my 
life  I  can  remember  all  kinds  -of  events  and 
happenings  involving  perfume.  There  was  the 
time,  as  a  schoolgirl,  when  I  was  invited  to  a 
party  and  took  some  of  my  mother's  perfume 
from  her  dresser.    I  used  too  much  and  it 
was  too  potent  for  me— for  three-quarters 
ot  an  hour  I  walked  around  the  block  where 
the   house   party   was    being   held,  fanning 
at  myself  with  my  hands,  to  weaken  the  odor 
before  I  went  in.  There  was  once,  when  I  was 
IMhat  a  boy  gave  me  a  gift  of  perfume  which 
recognized  as  the  kind  his  former  girl  used 
to  use  and  rave  about.   I  took  it,  but  I  was 
angry;  he  was  using  me  to  recall  her'  I 
never  used  it  when  out  with  him,  only  when 
t  was  out  with  other  boys.    There  are  54 
bottles  of  perfume  on  my  vanity  today  I 
use  them  according  to  my  moods.  My  husband 
Knows  this,  even  knows  what  perfumes  go  with 
what  moods.   There  are  now  those  evenings 
when  J  come  home  and  I  find  that  he  has  left 
a  message  for  me-this  or  that  bottle  of-  per- 
tume  has  been  pulled  out  in  front  of  the 
others!   Is  that  not  a  wonderful  way  to  tell 
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Take  my  word  for  it 


REMARKABLE 
FACIAL  TREATMENT 


So  often  the  oil  glands  of  "young 
skin"  suddenly  become  overactive. 
At  the  same  time,  the  skin  turns 
sluggish.  It  fails  to  throw  off  the 
daily  accumulation' of  dead  skin 
cells.  Day  by  day,  these  tiny  dead 
flakes  build  up  into  a  layer  over^ 
the  pore  openings.  Then— there's 
trouble  ahead.  Enlarged  pores  and 
even  blackheads  are  on  the  way. 

Now— the  makers  of  famous 
Pond's  Creams  recommend  a  special 
treatment  for  these  four  major 
problems:  oiliness,  sluggishness, 
enlarged  pores  and  blackheads.  It 
takes  only  one  minute— and  it  works! 

Bestyle 
your  connexion  1 
l^ake  it  dearer  b^ta; 


softer  I  ..jagg 


I  will  never  forget  how  I  used  to  stand  m 
front  of  the  windows  of  the  perfumeries  in 
Paris.    To  me,  the  perfumes  thus  displayed 
were  the  symbol  of  feminine  enrichment.  Those 
little  bottles  said  to  me,  "Oh!   This  can  be 
a  wonderful  life!"  I  loved  them  all.  Maybe 
that  is  why  I  never  then,  or  even  now  could 
be  content  with  one  perfume.   Then  I  used 
to  change  perfumes  with  each  beau.  Now  1 
change  with  each  mood  with  the  same  beau. 
Maybe  in  this  way  I  am  giving  up  the  possi- 
bility of  having  my  husband  reminded  of  me 
every  time  he  smells  a  certain  perfume.  All 
right  then,  I  just  have  to  be  sure  that  I  give 
him  more  than  just  the  aroma  of  my  perfume 
to  remember  me  by!  No,  for  me  not  one  per- 
fume, but  lots.  And  when  we  had  that  earth- 
quake in  California  last  summer,  I  jumped 
out  of  bed  and  ran  to  the  dresser  to  try  and 
put  my  arms  around  every  jiggling  bottle! 

(Do  you  want  to  know  a  trick  with  per- 
fumed bath  oil?  Rub  it  all  over  after  the 
bath  In  IS  minutes  the  odor  disappears, 
as  the  oil  is  absorbed  into  your  pores.  But 
later,  when  you  go  out,  when  you  are  dancing, 
when  you  get  warm,  the  oil  is  activated  again 
and  the  perfume  comes  out  and  is  detectable 
again.  Which  is  a  good  time  for  it,  no?) 


I  ft 


Cover  your  face,  except  eyes,  with 
a  cool,  snowy  1-Minute  Mask  of 
Pond's  Vanishing  Cream.  Leave  the 
greaseless  Mask  on  one  full  minute. 
The  Cream's  "keratolytic"  action 
loosens  stubborn,  clinging,  dead  skin 
cells.  Actually  dissolves  them  off!  Frees 
the  tiny  openings  of  your  skin  glands 
so  they  can  function  normally  again. 
Now— after  just  60  seconds— tissue 
off  clean.  See  how  tingling  fresh 
your  skin  feels !  How  much  smoother, 
brighter,  and  clearer  it  looks! 
Don't  "stifle"  your  skin  under  a  heavy 
make-up!  A  light  greaseless  powder J»se  ot 
Pond's  Vanishing  Cream  is  sheer  flattery. 


I  LOVE  CLOTHES.  But  maybe  I  have  to  say  that 
I  make  a  study  of  the  clothes  ...  not  the  price 
tags   By  this  I  don't  mean  the  price  tags  are 
not  to  be  considered.  I  mean  that  a  big  price 
does  not  to  me  indicate  that  a  dress  is  wonder- 
ful. I  have  gone  to  parties  and  hostesses  have 
said  to  me,  "What  a  charming  gown!  Where 
did  you  get  it?"  And  many  times  my  answer 
has  been  "Ohrbach's,"  or  "Junior  Saks,  or 
even  "Penny's."  Not  the  dress  just  as  it  came 
off  the  rack,  but  after  I  decorated  it  or,  some- 
times, wndecorated  it.  When  it  comes  to  $400 
dresses  I  cannot  tell  you  much  about  them,  1 
can  say  this,  that  very  often  the  designer  of 
such  a  dress  sets  out  to  please  himsel  and 
maintain  his  reputation  for  the  unusual,  but 
what  he  finishes  up  with  is  not  always  good 
for  the  woman. 

To  me  a  woman  is  her  clothes,  or  should  be, 
in  a  way.  For  instance,  in  Powder  River,  my 
latest  picture,  I  play  a  gambling  woman  of 
the  early  West  who  carries  a  small  gun.  l 
wear  beautiful  gowns  adorned  with  the  big 
bustles  of  that  period.  When  the  scene  was 
ready  to  be  filmed,  I  found  out  I  was  supposed 
to  carry  my  gun  in  a  little  pocket  on  the 
front  of  the  dress,  where  it  is  smooth  and 
tight  against  the  body.  I  told  the  director  I 
did  not  think  any  woman  would  do  this  .  .  . 
such  an  unsightly  bulge.  So  they  tried  to 
think  of  other  places  to  put  it  .  .  .  from  my 
hair  to  my  bosom.  I  objected;  none  of  these 
seemed  right  to  me.  Then  I  thought  to  myself, 
"Where  would  I  wear  a  gun  if  I  was  such  a 
woman  in  such  a  dress?"— and  I  knew  right 
away.  In  the  bustle,  of  course!  There  we 
sewed  a  little  pocket  and  that  was  the  place. 
Voila!  Le  Derringer  Derriere! 
WHAT  IS  THE  MOST  IMPORTANT  THING  IN  LOVE? 
I  asked  myself  one  day  (and  a  thousand 
before  that!).  The  answer  is  ...  to  be  loved 
for  yourself,  of  course.  This  is  why  it  is  so 
important  not  to  be  a  poser  ...  you  endanger, 
you  practically  make  impossible,  the  chance 
of  being  loved  for  yourself.  From  this, 
curiously  enough,  I  get  the  reason  why  I  both 
feel  sorry  for  a  snob  and  dislike  her  as  well. 


I  am  sorry  because  she  is  hurting  herself,  and 
sin™  I  can't  go  round  all  day  feeling  sorry 
I  gradually  get  to  dislike  her  for  being  such 
a  stupid  nuisance.  Wherever  you  go,  people 
are  hungry  for  real,  not  artificial,  people. 

I  love  my  husband  for  his  faults.  I  can  ap- 
preciate his  good  qualities,  but  his  faults  make 
up  the  color  of  his  personality.  Sometimes  he  » 
a  victim  of  his  faults,  sometimes  he  conquers 
them.  I  sympathize  or  I  applaud  ^  ™^ 
love.  I  hope  he  loves  me  for  my  faults.  It  he 
does  he  must  love  me  very  much  because  1 
have  many.  Isn't  it  true  that  often  a  very  best 
friend  may  be  someone  who  didn  t  like  you 
to  start  with? 

A  YOUNG  GIRL  CANNOT  RUSH  LOVE.    It  in  US  t 

come  by  itself.  This  makes  for  great  difficulty. 
It  means  she  is  going  to  be  lonely  till  it  comes 
to  her,  but  it  cannot  be  helped. 

Who  dwells  most  on  love,  to  whom  is  it  a 
more  important  phase  of  life,  the  young ;  gir 
yearning  for  it  or  the  wife  who  has  it?  Most 
people  would  say  the  former,  I  think.  But  l 
am  sure  this  is  not  so.  It  is  when  a  girl  gets 
married  that  love  can  be  seen  m  its  true  pro- 
portion to  happiness.  Now  she  must  keep  it. 

How?  Of  all  the  answers  to  this,  there  is 
one  which  overshadows  the  rest.  We  go  back 
to  what  I  mentioned  in  the  beginning  ot  this 
column.  To  be  married  is  to  have  a  fantasti- 
cally interesting  opportunity  of  knowing  an- 
other life  as  well  or  even  better  than  your  own. 
If  you  do  not  take  advantage  of  this  opportun- 
ity you  are  playing  a  game,  not  living  a  love, 
and  your  marriage  will  fail,  I  think. 


THE  PHILOSOPHER  STUDIES  his  fellow-men  and 
by  so  doing,  no  matter  what  his  findings  are, 
is  paying  them  a  compliment;  he  is  showing 
they  are  worthy  of  his  deepest  and  most  pro- 
found thoughts.  The  least,  the  very  least  any 
wife  can  do  for  her  mate  (and  for  herself)  is 
to  devote  her  fullest  interest  to  him.  And  he 
to  her,  of  course. 

No  married  friend  of  mine  has  ever  gotten 
sympathy  from  me  with  a  complaint  that  she 
was  bored.  Bored?  Listen  .  .  .  there  is  so 
much  to  any  human  heart  that  it  is  impossible 
to  get  bored  trying  to  know  it.  There  is  so 
much  ...  not  only  that  you  don't  know  about, 
but  that  he  doesn't  know  about!  And  in  the 
very  trying  to  learn  it,  a  hundred  dissatisfac- 
tions in  the  marital  relationship  will  either  ad 
just  themselves  or  become  less  fearsome. 

Bored?  Listen!  In  the  life  of  any  person 
alive  today,  and  most  certainly  in  the  life  or 
your  mate,  there  is  a  greater,  more  absorbing 
story  than  any  yet  written— if  only  there  ex- 
isted a  novelist  skilled  enough  to  write  it 
Every  writer,  every  editor,  every  publisher 
knows  this.  Neither  will  you  be  skilled  enough 
to  write  it.  But  there  is  nothing  to  stop  yo. 
from  reading  it  ...  in  the  heart  and  the  sot 
and  the  ways  of  the  one  you  love ! 


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MOVIE  REVIEWS 

by  Jonathan  kilbourn 


picture  of  the  month 


Atomic  scientist  (Ray  Milland)  receives  instruc- 
tions from  enemy  agent  (Martin  Gabel)  as  he 
enters    his    guarded    Government  laboratory. 


He  microfilms  records  of  his  own 
work  secrets,  and  of  fellow  scientists; 
starts  them  on  their  way  to  Russia. 


By  accident  the  FBI  uncovers  the  theft.  They 
are  hot  on  Milland's  trail  as  the  spy  ring  engi- 
neers his  escape  from  Washington  and  the  U.S. 


He  meets  mysterious  Rita  Gam  in  a 
New  York  tenement:  and  near  death 
atop    the    Empire    State  building. 


THE  THIEF 

This  is  the  story  of  a  traitor,  a  trusted  and  respected  atomic  scientist  (Ray  Milland) 
who  operates  out  of  Washington's  cloistered  government  laboratories  as  finger  man 
for  the  Communist  spies.  The  story  is  starkly  simple:  You  watch  the  spies  in  action 
from  the  delivery  of  orders  to  Milland.  through  his  microfilming  of  the  secret  data, 
watch  it  as  it  passes  through  a  chain  of  agents  until  the  final  courier  takes  off 
by  trans-Atlantic  plane.  Suddenly  the  fantastic  precision  is  broken  when  one  of  the 
links  falls  into  police  hands,  and  the  FBI  goes  into  action.  Up  to  this  point  the 
plot  roughly  parallels  the  case  of  Britain's  Klaus  Fuchs.  but  to  say  that  this  is 
a  story  out  of  today's  headlines  would  be  trite  understatement,  because  The  Thief  goes 
far  beyond  the  headlines  into  the  mind  of  the  traitor  himself,  his  split  loyaltoe..  his 
growing  doubts,  his  shame  and  naked  fear.  As  a  thriller,  this  Harry  M.  Popkin 
production  is  unsurpassed.  The  undiminished  tension  builds  from  the  first  scene 
through  the  spine-tingling  chase  across  the  wind-whipped  parapets  of  the  Empire 
State  tower.  You  know  by  this  time  that  the  screenplay  by  Clarence  Green  and 
Russell  Rouse  has  no  dialogue,  no  talking.  The  sound  track  is  otherwise  normal 
with  a  fine  musical  score.  Occasionally  you  may  feel  that  the  muteness  is  forced 
(-street  noises  should  include  the  hum  of  voices)  but  on  the  whole  you  11  never 
miss  the  conversation.  Milland  handles  his  very  difficult  role  with  Academy-award 
perfection,  and  Martin  Gabel  is  superb  as  the  Communist  contact  man.  Rita  Gam. 
a  very  seductive  young  lady  plays  a  very  seductive  young  lady  in  a  way  you  11 
never  forget.  The  Thief  is  a  great  achievement  as  well  as  an  important  milestone 
in  motion  picture  making.  You  won't  want  to  miss  it.  pleased  through  United  ArUsts. 


EVERYTHING  I  HAVE  IS  YOURS 

Marge  and  Gower  Champion,  that  charm- 
ing and  up-and-coming  dancing  team,  are 
starred  for  the  first  time  in  Everything  I  Have 
Is  Youis,  but  the  film  is  hardly  likely  to  ad- 
vance their  screen  careers.  For  to  tell  the  truth 
the  picture  contains  almost  everything  in  the 
way  of  a  backstage  plot  except  any  originality, 
and  the  Champions  are  hard  put  to  make  the 
people  they  play  into  much  more  than  an- 
other bickering  stage  pair.  They  are  cast  as 
a  young  couple  about  to  make  their  Broadway 
debuts  in  a  new  musical.  After  the  curtain 
has  come  down  and  they  have  scored  a 
resounding  success,  Marge  faints  and  Gower 
gets  a  resounding  shock.  It  seems  he  is  about 
to  become  a  father.  So  Marge  retires  to  have 
her  baby,  and  her  husband  goes  on  to  continu- 
ing stage  acclaim.  Gower  feels  that  Marge 
should  stay  home  and  mind  the  baby;  she 
does  so  but  minds  even  more  the  attention  he 
gets  from  his  new  partner,  Monica  Lewis.  The 
story  is  neither  much  more  complicated  nor 
any  more  interesting  than  it  sounds.  To  string 
it  out,  there  are  some  dances  that  are  nicely 
executed  by  the  Champions,  and  some  songs. 
The  Champions  give  their  all  but  that's  not 
enough  to  save  Everything  I  Have  Is  Yours 
from  being  something  of  a  bore. 
Cast;  Maige  and  Gower  Champion,  Dennis 
O'Keete,  Monica  Lewis. — MGM. 

THE  TURNING  POINT 

Best  by  far  of  the  many  melodramas  inspired 
by  the  Kefauver  hearings.  The  Turning  Point 
owes  its  success  more  to  a  slick  screenplay 
direction,  performances  and  over-all  produc- 
tion than  to  its  over-pat  plot.  At  that,  the  story 
is  never  dishonest  or  downright  unlikely;  it's 
just  that  it  compresses  too  much  into  a  single 
film,  so  that  even  if  possible  it  does  seem  a 
little  improbable.  Yet  even  its  main  point  of 
improbability  gains  strength  by  the  very  trag- 
edy of  it.  A  crime  prosecutor  is  appointed 
who  doesn't  know  his  beloved  father  is  a 
dishonest  cop.  The  prosecutor  and  his  father, 
impressively  played  by  Edmond  O'Brien  and 
Tom  Tully,  are  a  team  tracking  down  the 
corrupt  "syndicate"  controlling  the  largest 
city  in  a  major  state.  The  father,  basically  not 
a  very  bad  man,  is  forced  to  pay  the  penalty 
for  his  past  weaknesses  and  keep  the  mob 
informed  of  his  son's  operations.  Reporter 
William  Holden  learns  this  and  finds  himself 
I  in  a  difficult  spot,  for  the  prosecutor's  family 
are  among  his  best  friends  and  he  has  fallen 
in  love  with  Alexis  Smith,  O'Brien's  socialite 
aide.  How  this  story  is  resolved  may  be  more 
lurid  than  likely,  and  yet  almost  every  single 
action  has  had  its  counterpart  in  real  life. 
It's  a  pleasure,  too,  to  note  such  adult  direction 
and  performances. 

Cast:  William  Holden,  Edmond  O'Brien,  Alexis 
Smith,  Tom  Tully. — Paramount 

BECAUSE  YOU'RE  MINE 

This  motion-picture  examination  of  Mario 
Lanza  is  really  something  for  his  fans.  It 
features  him  in  military  uniform  and  in  mufti; 
in  operatic  arias  and  popular  tunes;  in  com- 
edy, roughhouse  and  romance.  There's  no 
question  about  it  being  a  vehicle.  It  is,  and 
Mario  comes  off  pretty  well,  considering. 
Tailored  as  closely  to  his  talents  as  the  un- 
G.I.  uniforms  he  wears,  it  tells  what  at  first 
seems  to  be  a  stale  story  about  an  opera  star 
who  is  drafted.  But  then  there's  a  definite 
twist.  Tough  barracks  sergeant  James  Whit- 
more  is  a  Lanza  fan.  and  what's  more,  he 
sings  himself.  In  addition  he  plays  long-hair 
Records,  makes  Lanza  (Continued  on  page  22) 


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sing  lor  him  and  insists  that  the  other  men 
wait  on  both  of  them.  This  is  funny.  It's  in 
the  cards  that  Whitmore  has  a  singing  sister 
for  whom  he  has  ambitions.  This  is  not  so 
funny,  for  it  means  that  Lanza  must  become 
infatuated  with  her  and  the  screenwriters 
must  return  to  more  time-honored  routines. 
Luckily  the  sister  is  Doretta  Morrow,  from 
Broadway  and  The  King  And  /.  who  must 
have  been  as  much  ol  a  treat  for  the  camera- 
men as  she  was  lor  the  sound  engineers. 
Cast:  Mario  Lanza,  Doretfa  Morrow,  James 
Whitmoie.—MGM. 

THE  SNOWS  OF  KILIMINJARO 

Ernest  Hemingway's  famous  short  story 
called  "The  Snows  Of  Kiliminjaro,"  a  modern 
classic,  is  a  fable  pointing  to  man's  primary 
purpose  as  the  seeking  of  the  unobtainable. 
The  movie  of  the  same  name,  although  billed 
as  by  Hemingway,  owes  little  to  his  plot  and 
less  to  his  theme.  A  successful  pot-boiling 
author  (Gregory  Peck)  is  first  shown  dying  of 
blood-poisoning  on  the  African  veldt  below 
Kiliminjaro.  awaiting  the  arrival  of  a  rescue 
party  while  his  wealthy  wife  (Susan  Hay- 
ward)  does  her  best  to  get  him  well. 

In  flashback  form,  he  recalls  his  past. 
These  memories  contain  some  stunning  scenes, 
some  stunning  women  (Ava  Gardner.  Helene 
Stanley.  Ava  Norring.  Hildegarde  Neff).  But 
none  of  them  make  much  sense  or  helps 
explain  what  makes  him  tick.  Now  and 
then  there  is  reference  to  his  literary  output, 
of  which  he  is  ashamed.  But  the  man's 
failure,  if  any,  is  so  obviously  an  interior, 
extra-personal  one,  that  the  montage-like 
flashbacks  are  unable  to  show  it.  Consider- 
ing what  the  screenwriter  has  done  to  Hem- 
ingway's meaning,  there  is  little  left  to  show. 
Cast:  Gregory  Peck.  Susan  Hayward.  Ava 
Gardner. — 20th  Century-Fox. 


MONKEY  BUSINESS 

The  sometimes  fumbling  hands  of  human 
film-writers  are  all  too  evident  in  this  mo- 
tion-picture essay  on  monkeyshines.    As  so 
often  happens  in  movie  farce,  the  original 
funny  idea  seemed  too  hauntingly  humorous 
to  let  go  of.  and  there's  not  much  left  to  laugh 
about  by  the  time  the  curtain  comes  down. 
But  the  basic  premise  is  amusing  enough  tc 
start  things  off  hilariously.    It  concerns  a 
young-to-middle-aged  research  worker  (Cary 
Grant)  who  thinks  he  has  discovered  the 
secret  of  eternal  youth.  The  audience  knows 
that  actually  the  elixir  has  been  discovered, 
but  in  the  dead  of  night  and  by  mistake,  by  o 
chimpanzee  who  escapes  from  his  cage,  pours 
a  mixture  out  with  scientific  casualness  and 
empties  it  into  a  water-cooler.    Later,  the 
gimmick  has  it.  Grant's  own  concoction  prove 
so  sour  that  various  characters  have  to  take 
to  the  water-cooler  to  cool  down.  Naturally 
they  un-age.   First,  of  course,  is  Grant  him 
self,  who  gets  himself  a  crew-cut.  a  racinc 
car.  a  youthful  lingo  and  asks  Marilyn  Mon 
roe  out  orr  a  date.  This  isn't  appreciated  by 
wife  Ginger  Rogers,  who  proceeds  to  pou: 
herself  a  double  shot  (and  has  to  take  c 
double  drink  from  the  cooling  machine).  The 
fun  by  this  time  has  stopped  multiplying  it 
self  accordingly;  rather  the  reverse.  What  wa 
funny  to  start,  gets  simply  dull  at  the  end 
Monkey  Business  would  have  been  a  lot  bet 
ter  if  it  had  some  sharp  satiric  point. 
Cast:  Cary  Giant.  Ginger  Rogers,  Marily 
Monroe,  Charles  Coburn.—20th  Century -Fo: 


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THE  LUSTY  MEN 

Out  of  the  bravery,  brutality,  cowardice  and 
constant  danger  of  the  rodeo  ring,  Jerry  Wald 
and  Norman  Krasna  have  made  a  fine  film. 
The  men  of  the  title  are  simple  individuals, 
as  human  beings  go;  but  their  motives,  like 
all  men's,   are  complicated  ones  that  push 
them  on,  often  against  their  better  judgment. 
Jeff    McCloud    (Robert    Mitchum),  one-time 
national  rodeo  champion,  has  reached  the  end 
of  the  glory  trail.  He  has  retired  from  rodeo 
life  until  ambitious  young  Wes  Merritt  (Arthur 
Kennedy)  persuades  him  to  turn  tutor  so 
that  Wes  can  follow  in  his  footsteps,  giving 
Jeff  half  the  take.    Wes'  wife  (Susan  Hay- 
ward)  fights  both  Jeff  and  the  scheme,  for 
she  values  her  security  even  more  than  her 
man.    The  prize  money,  however,  is  a  lure 
that  is  hard  to  resist,  so  the  trio  are  soon 
riding  the  rodeo  trail  with  Wes  winning  a 
name  for  himself  wherever  they  go.  When 
the  success  and  money  begin  to  be  more  than 
Wes  can  handle,  their  luck  leaves;  and  the 
story  reaches  a  logical  climax.  The  lusty  life 
and   sudden   death   of   rodeos   provide  the 
primary  elements  and  the  triangle  tale  told 
here  is  often  profound  in  its  simplicity.  People 
talk  in  sentences  that  are  realistically  down- 
to-earth,  and  there  is  therefore  sometimes  a 
kind  of  earthy  poetry  about  them.    In  few 
movies  have  Western  scenes  been  so  movingly 
photographed  in  all  their  stark  and  barren 
beauty.   This  is  not  a  perfect  picture,  but  it 
so  often  comes  close  to  art  that  all  its  makers 
must  be  credited  with  the  kind  of  creative 
imagination  that  all  too  seldom  comes  from 
Hollywood. 

Cast:  Robert  Mitchum,  Susan  Hay  ward,  Arthur 
Kennedy. — RKO. 


LIMELIGHT 

Not  a  comedy  but  the  story  of  a  comedian. 
Limelight  serves  as  a  fitting  climax  to  the 
career  of  the  screen's  great  Charles  Chaplin. 
The  film  is  both  autobiographical   (it  con- 
tains several  allusions  to  his  personal  life) 
and  generalized  enough  to  serve  as  an  auto- 
biography for  all  clowns:    Limelight  is  not 
about  a  Little  Tramp,  but  about  a  great  British 
music-hall   performer    named    Calvero  who 
plays  similar  parts.  Calvero's  one  purpose  in 
life— to  make  people  laugh— is  disappearing 
as  the  applause  of  his  audiences  declines. 
With  the  help  of  drink,  he  is  dying  inside. 
Then  he  gains  a  reprieve  from  time.  He  saves 
a  suicide-bent  young  ballerina  (Claire  Bloom) 
and  sets  her  on  the  road  to  personal  happiness 
and  public  acclaim.  If  there  is  any  symbolism 
meant,  it  is  that  when  an  old  entertainer 
manages  to  divest  himself  of  self-centeredness, 
and  passes  on  the  privileges  of  an  artist,  he 
regains  his  soul.  But  Limelight  is  neither  an 
illustrated  lecture  nor  a  mawkish  backstage 
story.  It  can  be  looked  at  from  many  levels 
and  seen  many  times.  It  is  thoroughly  worth 
seeing,  for  example,  for  any  one  of  Chaplin's 
"acts"  or  sketches,  executed  in  the  old  music- 
hall  tradition.     One  particular  masterly  se- 
guence  is  a  routine  that  teams  Chaplin  with 
deadpan  comic  Buster  Keaton  in  an  old-time 
pantomine  bit.    Limelight  is  thoroughly  worth 
seeing,  too.  for  Claire  Bloom;  for  its  fine 
ballet  (performed  by  Melissa  Hayden  and 
Andre  Eglevsky  of  the  N.  Y.  City  troupe)  and 
for  Chaplin's  melodic  and  memorable  score. 
Most  of  all  it  is  worth  seeing  for  a  rich  per- 
formance by  Chaplin  himself  in  a  role  that 
calls  upon  all  his  resources. 
Cast:  Charles  Chaplin.  Claire  Bloom.  Buster 
Keaton.  Sydney  Chaplin.  Nigel  Bruce.— United 
Artists. 


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the  entire  picture  is  not  even  yet  planned.  Kelly 
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Q.  I  understand  from  a  friend  who 
works  at  RKO  that  Mona  Freeman  is 
madly  infatuated  with  Dean  Martin  and 
vice  versa.  What  is  the  truth  about 
this?  — B.  Y.,  Calneva,  Nev 

A.  Theirs  was  only  a  fast  friendship. 

Q.  Is  it  true  that  a  San  Francisco  res 
taurant  plans  to  sue  Judy  Garland  and 
Sid  Luft  for  non-payment  of  bills? 

— H.  Y.,  Chicago,  III. 

A.  The  matter  has  been  amicably  settled 

<?.  Has  Mario  Lanza  left  his  wife  anc 
moved  in  with  his  parents?  Is  he  plan 
ning  a  divorce? 

— D.  E.,  Evansville,  Ind 

A.  No. 

Q.  After  all  her  complaints  is  it  tru 
that  Ava  Gardner  has  signed  a  neii 
contract  with  MGM? 

—J.  U.,  Raleigh,  N.  C 

A.  Her  agent  is  working  out  a  new  dec 
whereby  she  will  spend  18  tax-fre 
months  in  Europe  making  pictures  fo 
MGM. 

Q.  Isn't  the  reason  for  Clark  Gable 
frequent  trips  to  Paris  Joan  Harrisoi 
whom  he  jilted  to  marry  Sylvia  Ashley 
— T.  R.,  Boise,  Id 

A.  No.  Gable's  weekend  trips  to  Par 
are  to  avoid  paying  British  income  ta 
Anyone  working  and  living  in  Englari 
more  than  186  days  is  required  to  pa 
such  tax. 

Q.  Why  is  Warner  Brothers  re-makir 
so  many  old  pictures  into  musicals? 

— C.  F.,  Denver,  Co 

A.  No  cost  for  original  story  materu 

Q.  Will  Jane  Wyman  ever  marry  agai 
or  is  she  finished  going  to  the  altar? 
— V.  K.,  Oklahoma  City,  Oki 

A.  Jane  hopes  to  marry  again. 

Q.  How  much  will  John  Wayne  ha 
to  pay  his  wife  for  a  financial  settl 
ment?  — S.  L.,  El  Paso,  Te 

A.  Probably  20%  of  his  future  incon 

Q.  How  many  times  has  Fernan 
Lamas  been  married  ? 

— H.  D.,  Ames,  Iov 

A.  Twice. 

Q.  How  come  Betty  Grable  is  bei 
suspended  so  much  by  her  studio?  % 
is  right  in  these  fights? 

— E.  R.,  Sutherland,  li 

A.  Betty  refuses  to  make  non-music 
in  which  the  script  calls  for  her  to 
any  kind  of  wicked  role  or  "heal 


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FROM  THE  MOVIES 

HANS  CHRISTIAN  ANDERSEN — No  Two  People 
by  Danny  Kaye  and  Jane  Wyman* 
(Decca);  Doris  Day  and  Donald  O'Con- 
nor* (Columbia);  Barbara  Ruick  and 
Corleton  Carpenter  (MGM).  Anywhere 
I  Wander  by  Danny  Kaye*  (Decca); 
Tony  Bennett  (Columbia).  Wonderful 
Copenhagen  by  Danny  Kaye*  (Decca); 
Paul  Weston  &  Norman  Luboff  Choir 
(Columbia).  Thumbalina  by  Danny  Kaye 
(Decca). 

Jane  Wymon  makes  a  fine  foil  for  Danny 
on  No  Tzvo  People,  but  I  suspect  that 
no  two  people  could  do  a  more  charming 
job  on  this  song  than  Doris  Day  and  Don- 
ald O'Connor. 

SOMEBODY  LOVES  ME— Title 
Hefti-Frgnces  Wayne 
Four  Lads  (Columbia). 
It  would  be  easy  to  fill  up  a  whole  column 
with  lists  of  all  the  first-class  versions 
available  of  the  dozen  or  more  songs  re- 
vived in  this  picture.  Among  them: 
Jealous  by  Les  Paul  (Capitol).  Rose 
Room  by  Benny  Goodman  Sextet*  (Co- 
lumbia). Way  Dozi'n  Yonder  In  New 
Orleans  by  Louis  Armstrong*  (Decca); 
Ray  Anthony"  (Capitol).  Smiles  by  Jo 
Stafford  (Capitol).  /  Cried  For  You  by 
Sarah  Vaughan*  (Columbia),  Benny 
Goodman*  (Victor)  ;  Louis  Armstrong 
(Decca).  In  addition  to  the  many  old 
hits,  there's  a  new  song  written  especially 
for  the  film — Thanks  To  You — recorded 
by  the  Four  Lads. 

THUNDER  IN  THE  EAST — The  Ruby  And  The 
Pearl  by  Frankie  Laine**  (Columbia); 
Perry  Como*  (Victor);  Nat  Cole*  (Capi- 
tol) ;  Jeri  Southern  (Decca)  ;  Leroy  Holmes 
(MGM). 

what  PRICE  GLORY? — My  Love,  My  Life  by 
Jane  Froman*  (Capitol);  Cindy  Lord 
(MGM). 


song  byv 
*  (Coral), 


POPULAR 

ROSEMARY  CLOONEY — Blues  In  The  Night** 
( Columbia ) . 

ALAN  dale — Let's  Call  It  A  Day**  (MGM). 

EDDIE  FISHER- Lady  Of  Spain**  "(Victor). 

MILLS  BROTHERS — The  Glow  Worm*  (Decca). 

LEE  WILEY— Vincent  Youmans  album**  (Co- 
lumbia); Irving  Berlin  album*  (Colum- 
bia). 

Rosemary,  Alan  and  Eddie  all  do  a  good 
Job  of  bringing  bock  these  old  songs.  The 
Glow  W  orm  is  dressed  up  in  new  lyrics 
by  Johnny  Mercer.  Lee  Wiley's  albums 
prove  she's  still  one  of  the  warmest, 
mellowest  voices  around.  She's  accom- 
panied by  the  piono  team  of  Cy  Walter 
and  Stan  Freeman. 

JAZZ 

LOU  DONALDSON — Cheek  To  Cheek*  (Blue 
Note). 

JOHNNY  HODGES — Eight  numbers*  (  Mercury  LP). 
Here  are  two  great  alto  sax  stars;  one  a 
young  modernist,  the  second  a  great  vet- 
eran.   An    exciting    study    in  contrasts. 


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Painting  is  a  hobby  with  these  stars.  Groucho  Marx  sketches 
between  rehearsals  at  the  studio.  Fred  MacMurray  likes  to 
get  up  early  in  the  morning  and  paint  before  breakfast.  Jane 
Wyman  finds  paint  brushes,  oils  and  canvas  the  perfect 
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Hallmark  Cards  asked  each  one  of  these  stars  to  design 
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There  are  twelve  Christmas  cards  in  the  Hollywood  Star 
Box,  three  reproductions  of  each  of  the  paintings  by  the 
four  stars.  Groucho  paints  an  amusing  candy -cane  house; 
Fred,  a  winter  landscape;  Jane  and  Henry ...  well,  why  don't 
you  see  for  yourself  how  the  stars  paint? 

You'll  find  the  Hollywood  Star  Box  for  $1.00  at  all  the 
fine  stores  that  feature  Hallmark  Cards.  It's  only  one  of 
many,  many  exclusive  Hallmark  styles  you  can  buy  in  boxes. 
And  there  are  lots  of  Hallmark  boxes  priced  as  low  as  59 
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REALLY 

happened 
to 

MARIO 
LANZA! 

BY  JAMES  CARK 

■  They  are  saying  in  Hollywood  that  Mario  Lanza  is  through,  finished,  washed-up. 
They  are  saying  that  even  should  he  make  a  last-minute  peace  with  MGM  and  agree 
to  star  in  The  Student  Prince,  an  almost  impossible  possibility  at  this  point — the  motion 
picture  industry  wants  nothing  to  do  with  him. 

The  problem  child  who  once  told  reporters,  "I'm  a  big  baby,  all-  singers  are  big 
babies;  Caruso  was  a  big  baby,  too,"  has  not  only  earned  the  animosity  of  studio 
executives,  but  the  hundreds  of  extras,  supporting  players,  and  musicians  who  found 
themselves  dependent  upon  Mario's  talent.  They  now  regard  him  as  a  villain,  a 
heavy,  an  irresponsible  playboy,  "a  guy  who  has  rocks  in  his  head."  As  one  studio  official 
pithily  put  it,  "the  most  unreasonable  star  I  have  encountered  in  the  last  35  years — 
this  guy  should  go  to  a  good  psychiatrist  and  get  straightened  out." 

What  is  wrong  with  Mario  Lanza?  Why  did  he  refuse  to  star  in  The  Student  Prince} 
Why  does  he  refuse  to  give  his  side  of  the  argument?  Why  is  he  willing  to  become 
the  target  for  industry  hatred?  What's  happening  to  him,  anyway? 

These  are  a  few  of  the  questions  millions  of  his  fans  want  answered.  Explanations 
by  the  gossip  columnists  are  inadequate  and  untrue,  because  Mario  has  refused 
to  talk  to  them. 

Hedda  Hopper,  for  example,  who  shared  in  his  discovery  and  helped  bring  him 
to  the  attention  of  the  Hollywood  bigs,  tried  to  get  Mario  on  the  phone  and  print 
his  side  of  the  well-publicized  dispute.  Mario,  who  loves  Hedda,  declined 
to  talk  to  her.  Instead  he  sent  her  a  couple  of  dozen  roses  and  a  card  which  said, 
"Will  see  you  soon." 

Another  columnist  wrote  that  Mario's  enigmatic  (Continued  on  page  82) 


Lana  made  her  first  movie 

15  years  ago  for  Warners.  Today  she's  starred 
in  MGM's  The  Merry  Widow 


For  15  years  she's  loved 
lavishly  and  taken  heartbreak 

with  a  smile.  In  this  intimate 
story  Lana  reveals  what  she's  learned 

and  what  she's  going  to  do  about  it 

BY  JIM  HENAGHAN 


Mrf/ 


■  Lana  Turner  sat  in  a  row  boat 
and  stared  silently  across  the  lake  into  the 
thick  growth  of  trees  that  covered 
the  distant  bank.  The  water 
chopped  busily,  agitated  by  a  playful  wind, 
but  the  swell  was  gentle  and  the 
boat  swayed  easily  in  a  restful, 
sedative  motion.  Lana  leaned  back,  her 
hands  flat  on  the  seat  behind  her,  and 
stretched  her  spine  in  a  luxurious,  cat-like 
movement  and  she  looked  into  the  sky 
where  fat  white  clouds  sat  content 
against  a  field  of  bright  blue.  The  .oars  rested 
in  the  water,  slapping  gently  at  the  chop 
and  creaking  quietly  in  the  oar  locks. 
It  was  a  day  and  a  place  for  dreaming 
and  remembering;  the  occasional 
chill  in  the  autumn  air,  telling  of  summer's 
last  days,  was  stimulating,  and  the 
whip  of  the  wind  in  her  hair  seemed  to  spark 
thoughts  in  Lana  Turner's  mind. 

This  day  was  truly  a  day  for  meditation 
and  for  the  (Continued  on  page  75) 


hedda  hopper  spikes 

THOSE 
B  ETTY 
GRABLE 
RUMORS 


The  big  news  about 
Shelley  isn't  that  she's  going  to 
have  a  baby  .  .  .  but 
how  it's  made  a  new  person 
out  of  her.  She's  soft- 
spoken  and  dreamy-eyed  now 

BY  LOUIS  POLLOCK 


SHELLEY'S  GREATEST 


■  Petty  annoyances  which  before  would  have 
caused  Shelley  Winters  to  blow  up  and  turn  over 
applecarts  all  around  town  now  find  her  almost 
mystically  remote.  A  promised  picture  role 
withdrawn?  A  new  apartment  all  awry  and  life 
gone  hectic?  Somebody  daring  to  take  her  name  in 
vain  and  spreading  invidious  and  baseless 
rumors?  It  doesn't  touch  her.  Under  her  blonde, 
tousled  poodle  cut  is  a  mind  occupied  with  other 
matters,  mainly  those  related  to  the  great 
event  before  her— the  expected  birth  of  her  son. 
A  son?  She  knows  it's  going  to  be  a  son?  Oh, 
sure.  She  committed  herself  on  that  point  to  her 
husband,  Vittorio  Gassmann,  right  from  the  first. 

"Will  it  be  a  boy?"  he  practically  ordered 
when  the  doctor  gave  her  the  news  and  a  columnist 
phoned  him  about  it  before  she  had  even 
reached  home  again. 

"Absolutely,"  she  told  him. 

In  the  third  month  of  her  pregnancy,  about  the 
time  she  moved  into  the  new  duplex  apartment 
building  she  and  Vittorio  bought,  she  still  had  few 
doubts.  Talking  to  some  friends  (an  executive 
from  the  studio,  a  writer,  workmen  installing  a 
gas  outlet  in  the  fireplace,  numerous  callers 
and  various  deliverymen — but  all  friends)  she 
did  admit  an  outside  chance  of  error.  But  only  for  a 
fleeting  moment. 

"A  girl?"  she  commented.  "Well,  if  it?s  a 
girl,  she'll  be  beautiful.  But  I'm  certain  it  will  be 
a  boy.  Shelley  Winters,  mother  of  a  U.  S. 
president.  Imagine!  Pretty  good,  eh?  Of  course  he 
may  have  some  competition.  Elizabeth  Taylor's 
baby  will  be  born  three  (Continued  on  page  89) 


Tony  and  Janet's 
antics  keep  everybody 
talking  .  .  .  and  guess- 
ing. Don't  let  their 
loud  screams  of 
discord  fool  you.  These 
two  are  just  looney 
with  love 

BY  JACK  WADE 


■  One  sunny  autumn  afternoon,  Tony 
Curtis  was  stretched  out  on  the  living-room  floor 
of  his  Wilshire  Boulevard  apartment  clad 
only  in  shorts  and  a  strait-jacket.  As  he  puffed 
a  cigarette  held  in  one  set  of  toes,  and 
raked  his  curls  with  a  comb  clamped  in  the  other- 
practicing  up  for  his  magician  role  in  Houdini 
— his  honey-haired  wife,  Janet  Leigh, 
looked  on  with  undisguised  admiration,  not 
unmixed  with  awe.  She  was  pouring  a  glass  of 
water  down  her  husband's  parched  throat 
and  mopping  his  beaded  brow' when  a  rap  summoned 
her  to  the  door. 

"Good  day,  Madame!"  began  a  beaming 
salesman.  "You  look  like  an  intelligent  young 
housewife.  But  in  your  humdrum  duties  are  you 
keeping  up  with  the  world?  Are  you  thinking 
sanely?  Are  you  informed?  I  have  here,"  he 
stated,  "a  sensational  magazine  subscription  offer — 
three  for  the  price  of  one.  Now,  if  you  will 
permit  me — " 

At  that  point  in  the  pitch,  Tony  struggled 
to  his  feet,  still  manacled  and  bound,  and 
staggered  toward  the  door,  wearing  a  wild  look, 
half  feigned  and  half  natural.  "Excuse  me, 
please,"  said  Janet. 

"Now,  Tony,"  she  soothed,  "it's  all  right.  This  isn't 
the  nice  man,  but  he's  coming  for  you  very 
soon,  dear.  It  won't  hurt  when  they  take  you 
away.  Why,  you'll  love  it  there!  And  I'll 
come  see  you  every  day  and  bring  you  a  cake!" 

She  turned 'back  to  the  peddler  who  was 
already  edging  away.  "I  don't  think,"  said  Janet 
sadly,  "that  we'll  (Continued  on  page  69) 


e  d 


m  ■ 


°y  the 


Janet  mokes  no.s es^  becomin 

hoUSe*:  Tony's  mo+Wer  soys- 
manner  lonv 


what's 
the 

trouble, 
esther? 


Why  are  so  many  people 
gunning  for  Esther?  She's  rich, 
she's  famous  and  she's 
happy.  But  she's  about  as 
popular  as  a  pound  of  parsnips 

BY  MARSHA  SAUNDERS 


Esther  and  Ben  have  been  married 
seven  years,  have  two  sons.  Still 
pessimists   cry,  "Split-up." 


i 


■  On  Tuesday.  November  25th  of  this  year,  Esther  Williams  will 
celebrate  her  seventh  year  of  marriage  to  Ben  Gage. 

This  means  she  will  rise  at  6:00  a.m.,  take  a  plunge  in  her  heated  pool  at  6:15, 
feed  the  children  if  they're  awake  at  6:30,  arrive  at  the  studio  by  7:00,  appear 
on  the  set  by  8:00,  work  eight  or  nine  hours,  then  rush  home  to 
spend  a  few  minutes  with  her  Benjie  and  Kimmy  before  they're  put  to  bed. 

Should  Esther  and  Ben  decide  to  live  it  up  a  little  and  celebrate  their 
anniversary,  say  by  going  to  the  Mocambo  or  dancing  at  Ciro's— incidentally,  this 
spectacularly  tall  couple  dance  very  well  together  which  isn't  too  true  of  most 
Hollywood  couples — you  can  bet  even  money  that  on  the  following 
morning  at  least  one  gossip  column  will  carry  an  item  to  the  effect  that  Esther's 
seventh  wedding  anniversary  will  probably  be  her  last  with  Ben  Gage. 

Every  year  for  seven  years  now,  the  columnists  have  been  predicting 
— and  here  is  a  direct  quotation — that  "This  is  one  marriage  that  can't  last." 

A  few  weeks  ago,  for  example,  a  syndicated  columnist  who  happens  to  be  a  close 
friend  of  the  Gages  and  is  usually  careful  about  printing  break-up  rumors,  told 
his  readers  that  the  domestic  bickering  between  Esther  and  Ben  had 
reached  the  boiling  point. 

When  Esther  was  asked  to  comment  on  the  item,  she  merely  shrugged 
those  broad,  well-muscled  shoulders  of  hers.  (Continued  on  page  91) 


41 


Barbara  Stanwyck's  dealt  herself  a 

■  There  was  a  time,  not  too  many  years  " 
ago,  when  every  movie  magazine  pho- 
tographer   in    Hollywood    knew  exactly 
where  to  go  on  Friday  nights.  _ 

There  was  only  one  place — The  Holly- 
wood Legion  Stadium.  Each  Friday  at 
about  9:00  p.m.  the  stars  would  begin  to 
arrive_Barbara  Stanwyck  with  her  then- 


Si 


HOUSE  Or  Till:  MONTH 


Tfre  muled  xofor  scheme  in  -thre  living  room  was  siuieu  directly  -from  -ffre . 
foliage  surrounding  the  house.  The  grey-green  rug  is  the  color  of  oak  leaves, 
the  red  chair  is  a  bright  geranium  shade.  Furniture  is  English  traditional 


-Gene  -hxrd  xm\y  arre  -request.  -He  -wanted  -to  -be  ubte  -to  -stand  in 
the  center  of  the  house  and  see  all  the  downstairs  rooms.  The 
architect  said  he'd  do  it,  and  he  did.  This  is  the  central  spot. 


£  rulltpane'^l/bra^6   C™M™  Vrt^  Ant  aXI™?'  ft*  °'        ^  *"?  "*"  ^7  th«L  ^  *  ^' ^ 

comic  study  of  cowhands  betting  on  who  lasts  I     geVt  on  a  buckina  br*nr°      A  ■  ^  ^   ^  bedr°°m 

y  s  lonaesT  on  a  bucking  bronc.      doubles  as  an  upstairs  parlor;  the  windows  open  on  a  balcony. 


SLICK  ENOUGH  FOR  THE  MOST  PERSN1CKITY  DUDE! 

castle 


■  "Don't  you  trouble  yourself  anymore, 
young  lady.  I  think  I'll  take  my  own  plane." 

The  warm,  soft  voice  spoke  good-naturedly,  but 
the  little  redhead  at  the  telephone  desk  of 
American  Airlines  was  far  from  soothed. 

"How  do  you  like  that,  Mildred!"  she  sputtered  to 
the  girl  beside  her.  "Here  I  am  knocking  myself  out, 
trying  to  get  Gene  Autry  one  seat  to  Houston 
and  he  tells  me  to  skip  it.  He'll  fly  his  own  plane." 

Mildred  grinned.  "That's  what  a  cowboy's  gotta  do 
nowadays  to  compete  with  the  Space  Patrollers." 

She  may  be  right  as  far  as  some  cowboys 
are  concerned.  But  Gene's  explanation  is  quite 
different,  and  thoroughly  Autry. 

"Frankly  speaking,"  he  says,  "I  don't  know  what 
I'd  do  without  my  {Continued  on  next  page) 


Under  Gene's  portrait  by  Howard  Chandler  Christy, 
the  Autrys  survey  their  English  traditional  living  room. 
This  house  is  more  formal  than  their  ranch  home. 


The  Autrys'  efficient  and  sunny  kitchen  features  an 
extra  "island"  sink  which  comes  in  handy  when  they 
have  parties.  Here  two  people  can  work  together. 


cowpuncher's  castle  continued 

plane.  I'm  a  small-town  boy  myself  (born  in  Tioga,  Texas 
and  raised  in  Ravia,  Oklahoma)  and  I  can't  resist  playing 
rural  .communities  where  hardly  any  of  the  big  stars  ever 
drop  in.  The  plane  gets  me  there,  and  it  gets  me  back  home. 
Lots  more  often,  too." 

When  Gene  mentions  home,  a  soft,  small  grin  forms  on  his 
lips  and  his  blue  eyes  light  up.  To  him  home  means 
being  with  his  wife  Ina  and  having  a  few  friends  in  for  a 
barbecue  in  North  Hollywood.  It's  as  simple  as  that. 

Ten  years  ago  home  was  a  Toluca  Lake  showplace.  When 
it  burned  down  in  1941  Gene  joined  the  Air  Force,  and  Ina 
camped  out  on  their  "Melody  Ranch"  in  San  Fernando. 

Three  years  ago,  Gene  and  his  wife  decided  to  build 
another  "in  town"  house  to  replace  the  old  one.  By  this  time 
the  Autry  coffers  were  pretty  well  filled  with  loot  so  that 
the  singing  cowboy  and  his  wife  could  have  bought  or  built 
practically  any  kind  of  home  they  wanted. 

This  is  a  pretty  enviable  position  to  occupy.  Put  yourself 
in  it  for  one  dreamy,  ecstatic  moment.  Suppose  you  had  one 
or  two  or  three  million  dollars.  What  sort  of  house  would 
you  get  for  yourself?  Would  you  buy  or  would  you  build? 
Would  you  choose  something  modern  or  something  tradi- 
tional? Would  you  want  an  estate  or  just  a  home? 

This  is  what  the  Autrys  did.  Sensible  by  nature  they  bought 
four  acres  in  a  wooded  canyon,  quiet  and  country-like,  but 
very  near  the  studios.  Then  they  waited  for  the  restrictions 
on  home  construction  to  lift.  During  this  interval  they 
thought  out  every  detail  of  their  post-war  house.  When  it 
came  to  the  actual  task  of  transmitting  ideas  to  blueprints, 
Mrs.  Autry  was  able  to  tell  her  architect,  her  contractor,  and 
her  decorator  exactly  what  she  and  Gene  wanted. 

A  typical  husband,  Gene  says,  "I  left  all  that  to  Ina.  After 
all,  I  knew  she'd  live  in  the  house  more  than  I  would." 

Ina  says,  "I  didn't  go  on  tour  with  Gene  that  season, 
because  it  took  one  whole  year  to  get  our  house  finished.  It 
was  quite  a  job  but  I  loved  every  minute  of  it." 

The  type  of  home  the  Autrys  (Continued  on  page  80) 


46 


V 

*  » 


J  don't  know  why  it  is,  but 
as  soon  as  time  takes  a  girl  out  of  her 
teens  and  into  her  20's,  people  begin 
wondering  why  she  doesn't  get  married. 
I  won't  be  21  until  January,  yet.  al- 
ready people  are  looking  at  the  naked 
third  finger  of  my  left  hand  and  leering 
ever  so  slightly. 

I  wish  they'd  give  me  time.  I  want  to 
get  married  some  day,  sure.  When  I  was 
little  I  had  plush  daydreams  about  grow- 
ing up  and  faHing  in  love  and  walkin 
down  the  aisle.  But  it  isn't  quite  that 
simple,  I  find.  I  have  a  supreme  ad- 
vantage in  that  I  like  men.  I  like  them, 
as  a  rule,  much  better  than  women, 
think  they're  more  interesting  and  that 
they  play  the  game  more  fairly.  But  that 
doesn't  mean  it's  easy  to  find  somebody 
I  like  who  also  likes  me.  It's  usually 
been  the  case  that  when  I  set  eyes  on 
some  tall  and  likely-looking  male  speci- 
men, he  either  looked  the  other  way  or 
stepped  on  my  foot  and  didn't  bother  to 
apologize.  I  guess  you  could  sum  the 
whole  thing  up  that  way;  either  he 
couldn't  see  me  for  dust,  or  if  he  could, 
he  turned  out  (Continued  on  page  72) 


He  beats  her  ...  at 
checkers.  She  weeps  .  .  . 
for  joy.  The 
Grangers  are  making 
Hollywood  gossips  eat 
their  lies 

BY  JIM  NEWTON 


■  "Go  ahead,"  invited  the  big  bruiser,  "hit  me!" 

The  little  lady  measured  him  carefully  with  her  hazel  eyes. 
Then  she  uncorked  a  sizzling  right  with  all  her  108  pounds 
behind  it  and  connected— right  on  the  button.  The  big 
guy  staggered  back  and  fell  into  the  rose  bushes.  He  bounced 
up  right  away,  surprised  but  enchanted. 

"Try  it  again,"  he  urged.  "That  was  beautiful!'' 

She  tried  it.  Same  result. 

Jack  Dempsey  hauled  himself  to  his  feet  again  and  extended 
the  knobby  paw  which  had  once  rocked  the  world's  toughest 
sluggers-  to  sleep. 

^  "You're  the  champ,"  he  told  doll-faced  Jean  Simmons,. 
"Guess  I  gave  those  boxing  gloves  to  the  wrong  member  of  the 
family." 

Now,  that  fistic  upset  never  reached  the  sporting  pages.  It 
took  place,  not  in  Madison  Square  Garden,  but  beside  the 
swimming  pool  at  the  Stewart  Grangers'  Bel-Air  home.  For 
another,  the  beautiful  battler's  husband  was  a  little  embarrassed 
about  the  whole  thing.  All  his  life  Jack  Dempsey  had  been 
Stewart's  particular  hero  and  here,  just  after  the  great  ex-champ 
had  actually  visited  him  and  given  him  a  pair  of  auto- 
graphed mitts,  his  wife  employed  an  unladylike  skill  he  had 
taught  her  back  when  she  was  a  defenseless  teen-ager— and 
dumped  his  idol  right  on  his  tail!  But  now  that  the  incident  has 
come  to  light,  you  might  reasonably  (Continued  on  page  65) 


49 


■  Probably  at  no  time  in  the  history  of  movies  have  so  many  men 
been  in  love  with  one  woman.  Soldiers,  sailors,  marines,  Hollywood  execu- 
tives, not  to  speak  of  baseball  players !  And,  while  Marilyn 
Monroe  is  still  single  (if  she  still  is  at  this  reading),  any  one  of  them 
may  by  some  miraculous  chance  become  her  future  husband. 

But  no  matter  what  man  marries  Marilyn,  he  will  be  haunted 
by  the  first  and  perhaps  greatest  love  of  her  life.  It  may  be,  at  the  hour 
just  before  dawn  as  Marilyn  stirs  restlessly  in  her  sleep,  her  thoughts  com- 
pletely ruled  by  her  subconscious.  Suddenly  "she  may  sit  bolt  V. 
upright  in  bed,  and  her  husband,  abruptly  wakened  from  deep  steep, 
will  ask,  "Sweetheart — what's  the  trouble?" 

"Nothing,  nothing,"  she  may  murmur.  "Just  a  {Continued  on  page  61) 


MOI 


ORE  PICTURES  UN  FOLLOWING  PAGES  + 


MARILYN  MONROE  continued 

These  pictures  chronicle  the  unhappy  story  of  Marilyn  Monroe's 
first  romance.  They  come  from  the  family  scrapbook  of  a 
woman  who  knew  her  intimately,  Elyda  Nelson,  the  sister 
of  the  man  Marilyn  met,  married  and  left  behind  long  ago. 


This  is  how  Marilyn  looked  at  14,  the 
first  time  her  husband.  Jim  Dougherty, 
met  her.  He  fell  for  her  right  away. 


There  was  no  time  for  a  wedding  trip,  but,  a  yeaj 
later,  Jim  enlisted  in  the  service,  was  sent  to  Catai 
lina.  They  loved  it  there,  called  it  a  honeymoon 


2 They  married  two  years  later;  Jim  was  21,  Marilyn  not  quite  16.  She  wouldnt 
accept  the  engagement  ring  he  selected,  insisted  on  a  less  expensive  one. 
Although  her  mother  couldn't  attend,  several  of  her  "foster  mothers   were  present. 


8 


Modeling  for  ads,  magazine  covers,  like  this  or 
took  a  lot  of  time.  Jim  didn't  mind  until  it  beg 
interfering  with  his  seeing  her.  The  split  came  soc 


52 


Jim  was  a  simple  man,  content  to  lead  the  useful,  but  obscure 
life  of  a  policeman.  Marilyn  wasn't  made  for  domesticity 
.  .  .  a  dazzling  career  was  her  goal.  Her  success  is  a  legend, 
now,  but  does  she  have  what  she  really  wants,  at  last? 


6 


This  is  the  house  Marilyn  (left) 
rented  when  she  worked  at  Radio 
Plane  while  Jim  was  away  at  war. 


Marilyn  shared  this  first  letter,  and  the 
ones  that  followed,  with  Jim's  mother, 
after  her  husband  was  shipped  overseas. 


5 


"To  the  most  wonderful  hubby  in  the  whole  wide 
world,  love,  Norma  Jeane,"  was  how  Marilyn  in- 
scribed this  picture  she  had  taken  to  send  to  him. 


7 


Co-workers  chose  Marilyn  (second 
from  right)  Queen.  The  pub- 
licity    brought     modeling  jobs. 


A  policeman's  life  appealed  to  Jim  (left), 
who  joined  the  force  when  he  got  out  of 
service,  but  Marilyn  longed  for  a  career. 


10 


After  they  were  divorced  in  1 946,  Marilyn  continued 
modeling.  Fashion  shots  like  this  led.  to  movie 
nibbles.  Her  first  part  was  in  Scudda  Hoo,  Sctuida 


11 


It  was  a  small  part;  but  even  then  Col- 
leen Townsend,  director  F.  Hugh  Herbert, 
knew     she     was     on     her     way  up. 


53 


■  During  the  recent  shooting  of  one  of  the  big  Doris 
Day  musicals  at  Warner  Brothers'  Studio,  some  out-of- 
town  visitors  dropped  in  on  the  set.  It  was  in  the  middle 
of  a  very,  complicated  musical  number  in  which  Doris 
and  a  couple  of  the  other  principals  were  required  to 
interrupt  their  singing  and  dancing  to  put  across  a  plot 
point.  This  is  at  best  a  harrowing  procedure,  for  it 
involves  cues  for  the  actors,  cameramen  and  technicians 
that  must  be  hit  right  on  the  button.  The  timing,  in  other 
words,  must  be  exact  to  the  finest  degree.  - 

Nobody  ever  shoots  a  scene  like  this  right  the  first 
time.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  10  or  20  times  is  sometimes 
required  before  the  scene  is  satisfactory  to  both  the 
director  and  the  cameraman.  This  shot,  however,  was  a 
real  toughie  and  it  was  shot  again  and  again  and  again. 
As  the  hours  wore  on  the  visitors  sat  and  waited,  just, 
maybe,  to  see  what  would  finally  happen.  The  director 
was  a  nervous  wreck.  The  leading  man  looked  like  a 
lunatic  wanting  to  burst  from  his  cage.  The  photogra- 
pher seemed  about  to  go  right  through  the  roof  at  any 
moment.  But  Doris  Day  just  smiled  and '  tried  again 
every  time  she  was  asked  to.  She  did  each  take  with  a 
smile,  the  same  sort  of  smile  she  wore  the  first  time. 
Finally  one  of  the  visitors  turned  to  their  guide. 

"What's  the  matter  with  her?"  he  asked.  "Hasn't  she 
got  any  nerves?  Doesn't  she  ever  explode?" 

The  guide  looked  puzzled  for  a  moment.  "No,"  he 
said.  "I  guess  she  doesn't.  Say,  that's  kind  of  funny." 


You're  doggone  right  it's  kind  of  funny.  It's  just  about 
as  odd  as  a  star  working  for  nothing.  It's  something  that 
has  seldom  been  seen  on  a  sound  stage  before.  But  it  is 
no  miracle.  It  is  just  that  Doris  Day  is  happy.  She's 
found  a  peace,  an  ability  to  live  with  herself  and  others 
that  is  superior.  There  are  those  who  say  she  has  found 
religion,  but  that  is  only  part  of  it.  She  has  learned  the 
secret  of  patience,  and  it  is  one  of  the  main  reasons  why 
she  is  a  star  today.  It  is  one  of  the  main  reasons  she  will 
go  on  and  on  while  other  stars  fall  or  become  victims  of 
bad  habits,  greed  and  self-adulation 

It  was  a  gradual  process.  When  Doris  Day  first  came 
to  the  movies  she  was  as  anxious  as  most  newcomers 
who  break  into  pictures  are.  She  had  been  a  band  singer 
for  years.  A  girl  who  had  made  a  living  by  moving  from 
one  town  to  another  every  day  of  the  year.  A  girl  who 
had  dressed  in  washrooms,  slept  for  weeks  in  the  back 
seat  of  a  bus,  and  who  had  to  get  before  a  milling  throng 
of  strangers  at  each  stop  and  sing  warmly  about  love,  or 
whip  herself  into  a  tizzie  with  a  jump  song  she'd  sung 
a  thousand  times.  In  other  words,  she  was  a  fake  by 
profession.  A  performer,  but  never  actually  in  the  mood 
she  pretended  to  be. 

When  she  first  came  to  Hollywood,  Doris  was  pretty 
bitter  about  life.  She  was  married  to  a  young  fellow  who 
was  a  musician  with  one  of  the  bands  she  had.  sung  with 
and  they  were  broke.  Instead  of  staying  at  a  swank 
hotel,  as  most  performers  dream  (Continued  on  page  84) 


55 


Return 
to  Faith 


17 


No.   II  in  a  series: 

HOW  THE  STARS  FOUND  FAI1 


The  Wayne  children,  twins  Melinda  and  Susan,  and  son  Timothy,  are  being  brought  up 


ht  up  to  think  religion,  as  well  as  just  feel  it. 


No  one  preached  faith  to  me.  It  just  came.  I  found  it  part  of  love,  when  love  came  to  me 


■  When  I  was  seven  and  the  minister  of  our  Baptist 
Church  in  Bloomingdale,  Michigan,  thundered  forth  the 
phrase,  "And  the  fiery  wrath  of  God  shall  descend  upon 
you!"  I  misunderstood  him.  I  had  never  heard  the 
word  "wrath"  until  this  Sunday  morning.  I  thought  he 
had  said,  "And  the  fiery  raft  of  God  shall  descend  upon 
you!" 

I  knew  what  a  raft  was.  And  I  had  a  sneaking 
suspicion  that  I  must  be  a  sinner.  All  the  shuddering 
way  home  I  could  see  those  naming  logs  falling  on  me. 


What  made  it  .worse-  was  that  up  to  that  time  I  did 
not  picture  man  as  in  God's  image;  the  best  I  could  do 
was  picture  God  as  in  man's  image.  The  man  I  felt  He 
must  most  look  like  was  my  grandfather  David  McMeek- 
ing— a  towering  patriarch  with  a  long,  flowing,  white 
beard.  Grandfather  was  to  me  all-powerful.  He  could 
swing  me  high  aloft  with  one  arm.  He  would  also  give 
me  dimes  and  pat  my  head.  I  loved  him  .  .  -  why  would 
he  want  to  throw  burning  logs  on  me?  It  dismayed  me 
and  perplexed  him  because  I  (Continued  on  next  page) 


stayed  away  from  him  for  days.  Finally  I 
came  to  the  conclusion  that  he  would 
never  think  of  doing  such  a  terrible  thing. 
There  was  only  one  other  answer.  The 
minister  must  have  been  telling  a  lie. 
There  was  no  such  God  .  .  .  perhaps  there 
was  no  God  at  all! 

It  was  a  pretty  early  age  to  embrace 
agnosticism,  but  there  it  was. 

My  subsequent  childhood  contacts  with 
the  church  didn't  help  to  remove  any 
seeds  of  suspicion  thus  sown.  In  Sunday 
School  the  teacher  made  a  lasting  impres- 
sion on  me — and  not  a  good  one.  She 
told  her  open-mouthed  pupils  that  they 
all  had  a  rope  within  them,  and  that 
every  time  they  told  a  lie  another  knot 
formed  itself  in  the  rope.  I  had  told  my 
quota  of  lies,  and  at  that  moment  I  be- 
came conscious  of  a  bellyful  of  kinks. 
Every  time  thereafter  when  I  would  catch 
myself  fibbing,  my  hand  would  clap  it- 
self over  my  stomach  automatically  and 
I  would  be  overcome  by  a  wretched  feeling 
of  misery.  To  this  day  I  can't  see  a  rope 
without  a  sensation  of  discomfort. 

It  began  to  become  plain  to  me  that  by 
the  tenets  of  our  church  I  was  a  lost  soul. 
Since  no  one  gives  himself  up  without  a 
fight,  I  refused  to  accept  this.  It  was  easier 
and  more  pleasant  to  take  another  tack — 
disbelieve  the  church.  And  I  did. 

I  made  my  foster  parents,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Albert  Hodgman,  who  still  live  in  Bloom- 
ingdale,  pretty  unhappy  with  my  attitude. 
I  would  question  their  most  cherished 
beliefs.  I  remember,  when  I  was  about  14 
attending  the  Methodist  Church  one  Sun- 
day and  then  coming  home  and  telling 
my  foster  father  I  saw  no  difference  at  all 
between  Methodism  and  our  own  Baptist 
faith.  "Besides,  there  weren't  any  more 
people  at  the  service  than  come  to  our 
services,"  I  added.  "Hardly  a  third  of  the 
church  filled.  If  they  are  the  same,  why 
don't  they  just  have  the  one  church  and 
save,  on  ministers  and  buildings?" 

He  argued  that  there  was  a  difference, 
but  the  only  one  he  could  name  was  the 
form  of  baptismal;  the  Baptists  believed 
in  total  immersion  while  the  Methodists 
just  sprinkled.  I  saw  this  as  just  a  varia- 
tion in  symbolism  and  was  not  convinced. 

I persisted  as  a  skeptic,  though  not  a 
hard-bitten  one,  well  into  adulthood. 
[  would  waver  during  boyhood  crises.  For 
instance,  once  I  was  forbidden  to  drive 
our  Model  T  and  took  it  out  anyway.  It 
got  stuck  in  a  ditch.  I  was  desperate  to 
get  it  out  and  back  in  the  garage  before 
aiy  foster  parents,  who  were  away,  would 
arrive  back  home.  When  the  wheels  spun 
uselessly  and  all  my  heaving  failed  to 
oudge  the  car,  I  decided  to  give  Divine 
Intervention  a  chance  ...  I  prayed.  Al- 
most immediaitely— and  it  was  a  bit 
Tightening  as  well  as  a  relief— a  farmer 
:ame  along  with  a  team  of  horses,  and 
lulled  me  out.  But  my  old  attitude  soon 
•e turned.  What  I  needed  was  a  much 
nore  believable  God,  not  one  so  discon- 
terting— at  least  He  was  disconcerting  as 
>riginally  presented  to  me. 

When  I  was  17  I  left  home  to  study  at 
Vestern  Michigan  College  at  Kalamazoo, 
mere  was  a  good  bit  of  religious  activity 
iround  the  campus,  and  I  attended  a  few 
•allies  held  to  foster  faith  among  the 
tudents.  The  theme  of  the  talks  was  al- 
ways "Go  to  your  church,"  but  neither 
ne  people  who  presented  them  nor  the 
ray  they  went  about  it  convinced  me. 
liere  was  always  a  sort  of  "save  your- 
elf '  motivation  to  their  appeals,  and  this 
eemed  to  me  (and  still  does)  a  selfish 
»asis  for  sparking  a  man's  faith.  Roughly, 
think  I  felt  that  church  should  represent 
i  chance  to  serve  others,  and  thus  God; 
"ather  than  serve  God,  and  thus  yourself. 
.  There  was  one  other  way  in  which  I 
e«  that  the  church  was  improperly  re- 


garded. When  I  would  come  home  during 
vacations  and  show  no  particular  desire  to 
attend  services,  my  folks  were  hurt.  To  go 
to  church  was  a  family  custom.  Not  to 
go  was  not  only  to  exhibit  lack  of  faith 
but  reflect  on  the  family.  I  felt  all  sorts 
of  weight  on  me  to  go.  I  felt  that  I  was 
regarded  as  being  smart-alecky  for  not 
going.  But  custom  is  something  one  does 
from  habit,  without  thought,  and  I  could 
not  help  feel  that  such  mechanical  piety 
was  not  in  reality  true  religious  observ- 
ance. Still  I  went,  to  please  my  folks,  and 
felt  that  if  there  was  a  God  he  should 
resent  my  being  there. 

I  think  that,  though  I  was  a  young  man 
by  this  time,  I  was  still  conscious  of  God 
as  a  being;  to  some  extent  He  was  still 
a  man  who  resembled  Grandfather  Mc- 
Meeking  but  was  not  personally  as  nice 
as  Grandfather.  No  great  change  in  my 
views  was  going  to  occur  until  I  would 
come  to  think  of  God  as  an  idea,  a  con- 
ception of  that  phase  of  our  existence 
which  cannot  be  touched,  weighed,  or 
even  located,  which  is  called  the  soul,  and 
which  gives  us  the  thought  and  emotion  ' 
which  characterizes  the  human  animal 
from  the  other  animals.  And  I  know  I  was 
seeking  this  idea  without  being  aware  of 
the  fact  that  I  was  on  such  a  search.  When 
I  left  college  to  work  in  Cleveland,  no 
one  there  urged  me  to  go  to  church  . 
and  there  I  did  go.  I  went  most  often 
those  days  to  the  Unitarian  Church  where, 
it  appeared  to  me,  there  was  more  of  a 
discussion  of  the  significance  of  God 
than  a  constant  exhortation  in  His  name. 

In  this  way  I  grew  up,  without  faith,  you 
might  say;  and  yet  today  I  am  a  man 
of  faith.  It  isn't  a  formalized  faith,  yet  it 
is  a  deep  and  true  one.  No  one  preached  it 
to  me,  no  one  opened  my  eyes  to  it — 
it  just  came  .  .  .  and  it  is  still  coming.  I 
found  it  part  of  love,  when  love  came  to 
me.  I  found  it  part  of  the  immensity  of 
the  sky  when,  all  alone,  I  lay  in  a  slit- 
trench  underneath  it.  I  found  it  the  only 
explanation  for  the  wonder  of  the  birth 
of  my  children,  my  own  flesh  and  blood. 
I  find  it  now  in  a  growing  consciousness 
of  something  above  and  beyond  the  words 
and  the  deeds  of  everyday  life.  I  know 
that  it  comes  to  others  this  way,  too. 

On  January  1,  1942,  I  sailed  for  the  war 
front  as  a  field  service  volunteer  am- 
bulance driver.  I  was  attached  to  the 
British  8th  Army  in  Libya  and  Egypt  for 
18  months,  eight  months  of  this  time  un- 
der fire  in  the  Tobruk  and  El  Alamein 
campaigns.  Not  to  believe  in  God  there, 
in  the  awesome  flatness  of  the  desert  under 
the  vault  of  the  heavens,  was  an  impos- 
sibility. Here  came  my  conversion  to  faith, 
not  once,  but  again  and  again.  The  sweep 
of  God's  hand,  evident  in  the  vast  dis- 
tances everywhere  before  my  eyes,  was 
conducive  to  the  swelling  of  the  soul  .  .  . 
and  it  swelled,  I  knew,  for  and  about  Him. 

I  was  not  far  from  the  Holy  Land  those 
days,  and  now  when  when  Christmas 
comes  and  my  children  ask  for  the  story 
of  Bethlehem,  I  am  considered  the  most 
authoritative  source.  I  try  to  do  a  good 
job  but  it  is  a  little  disconcerting  when 
my  audience,  composed  of  my  twin  six- 
year-olds,  Melinda  and  Susan,  reveal  that 
their  curiosity  extends  only  to  the  presents 
the  Christ  Child  got.  "Were  His  as  nice  as 
ours?"  they  want  to  know. 

On  the  other  hand  I  disappoint  them  at 
times,  particularly  in  the  matter  of  pray- 
ers. Prayers,  it  seems  to  me,  are  truly 
learned  in  childhood  or  never.  I  have  since 
committed  the  popular  prayers  to  mem- 
ory, but  they  don't  stick.  Once,  after  a 
six  months'  tour  away  from  home,  I  started 
to  lead  Susan  in  bedtime  prayer  as  usual. 
I  got  as  far  as  "Now  I  lay  me  down  to 
sleep  .  .  ."  and  couldn't  think  of  the  rest. 
She  waited  a  moment  then  burst  into  tears. 


Actually,  I  make  no  attempt  to  instruct 
my  children  in  religion;  rather  I  try  to 
answer  their  questions  as  clearly  as  I 
can.  When  the  twins  wanted  to  go  to 
Sunday  School,  my  wife  and  I  sent  them. 
I  think  I  would  like  the  twins,  and  two- 
year-old  Timothy,  when  he  gets  old  enough, 
to  go  to  church — not  only  the  Protestant 
church,  but  the  Catholic  and  Jewish 
churches  as  well.  I  think  it  will  not  harm 
them  to  know  all  the  ways  in  which  God 
is  sought.  I  know  it  will  set  them  to 
thinking,  and  if  they  can  think  their  way 
to  faith,  as  well  as  feel  their  way,  the  bond 
will  be  that  much  stronger. 

My  closest  friends  are  of  all  faiths  .  .  . 
and  I  know  no  better  people.  When  the 
United  States  entered  the  war,  I  re- 
turned from  abroad  and  joined  the  Ameri- 
can army  in  which  I  was  assigned  to 
officers'  training  school  at  Camp  Lee, 
Virginia.  A  fellow  student  who  graduated 
from  school  with  me  was  Andy  Levine, 
an  old  Jewish  friend  from  Kalamazoo. 
Andy  was  my  best  man  when  I  got  mar- 
ried in  the  Little  Church  Around  the  Cor- 
ner in  New  York.  He  fell  so  in  love  with 
the  ceremony  that  when  he  wanted  to  get 
married  he  asked  me  to  see  if  he,  too, 
couldn't  get  married  there. 

I  talked  to  Dr.  Randolph  Roy,  the  Epis- 
copalian minister  of  the  church,  and  at 
first  he  could  not  see  how  this  could  be 
accomplished.  The  tenets  of  the  church 
expressly  forbade  such  a  marriage  at  its 
own  altar.  But  from  the  start  of  the  war 
there  had  been  established  a  Victory  altar 
in  the  chapel,  and  it  was  there  that  Andy 
was  married.  I  have  seen  Dr.  Roy  many 
times  since  then,  most  often  at  the  Lambs 
Club  in  New  York,  and  he  always  makes 
the  same  inquiry:  "How  are  my  friends, 
the  Levines?" 

When  I  left  for  Africa  as  an  ambulance 
driver,  I  carried  with  me  not  only  Andy's 
good  wishes  but  a  Catholic  prayer  book 
given  me  by  the  mother  of  another  boy 
friend.  She  came  to  me  at  a  farewell 
party  held  for  me  and  thrust  it  into  my 
hand.  "This  will  bring  you  through,"  she 
said.  "Keep  it  with  you  always." 

At  tha.t  time  my  faith  was  not  what  it 
is  today.  Yet  I  kept  the  book  on  me,  in  a 
side  coat  pocket,  always.  I  never  read  it 
but,  after  a  few  close  calls  in  battle,  it  be- 
gan to  mean  something.  When  I  got  back 
to  the  United  States,  I  heard  one  day  that 
this  Catholic  boy  was  in  the  army  and 
about  to  sail  for  Europe.  It  suddenly  be- 
came most  important  that  I  get  his  moth- 
er's book  to  him.  There  was  no  question 
in  my  mind  but  that  he  would  come 
through,  as  I  did,  if  he  took  it  along.  I 
made  a  trip  to  New  York  to  present  it  to 
him  He  came  back  unscathed. 

This  may  seem  an  odd  mixing  of  the 
faiths  and  the  symbols  which  denote 
them:  a  Jewish  boy  married  by  a  Protest- 
ant minister;  a  Protestant  boy  finding  pro- 
tection in  a  Catholic  prayer  book;  a 
Catholic  mother  who  extends  the  good 
words  of  her  belief  beyond  her  faith.  But 
I  feel  it  is  eminently  right.  Whatever  else 
the  way  of  God,  it  must  be  boundless.  I 
used  to  think  that  I  had  traveled  to  the 
outskirts  of  His  domain  before  at  last  I 
turned  to  face  inwards  and  retrace  my 
steps  again.  But  did  I?  Couldn't  I  have 
gone  much  further  and  still  not  go  beyond 
Him  when  once  belief  came  to  me? 

I  was  married  hardly  more  than  a  year 
when  I  first  went  to  war.  I  wrote  many 
letters  back  to  my  wife,  Jane,  from  North 
Africa.  But  the  one  I  recall  best  had  the 
following  line  in  it:  "I  have  come  to  be- 
lieve again  in  a  God." 
I  have.  END 

(David  Wayne  will  soon  be  seen  in  20th 
Century-Fox's  Tonight  We  Sing.) 

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american  in  london 

(Continued  from  page  24)  trying  to  im- 
press her.  Episode  number  two  is  as  bril- 
liantly sophisticated  as  the  first  is  tragic.  A 
diamond  bracelet  passes  from  husband 
to  wife,  to  gigolo,  to  hatcheck  girl,  round 
and  round  till  it  gets  back  to  the  husband. 
The  third  section  will  follow  some  modern 
music.  Gene  hasn't  yet  decided  what  com- 
poser will  do  the  job  .  .  .  and  consequently 
hasn't  a  glimmer  of  what  form  the  ballet 
will  take.  And  those  in  the  know  are  hint- 
ing that  the  fourth  sequence  will  pattern 
somewhat  after  the  wonderful  cartoon 
dance  in  Anchors  Aweigh. 

Completely  honest  with  himself,  Gene 
Kelly  knows  that  a  movie  of  nothing  but 
ballet  is  a  tremendous  gamble.  Many  of  his 
gravest  doubts  were  erased,  however,  the 
day  he  received  a  special  Oscar  for  An 
American  In  Paris.  In  spite  of  anything 
he  may  have  said  before,  or  even  at  the 
time,  he  was  thrilled  to  receive  it.  As  a 
matter  of  fact,  he  didn't  quite  believe  the 
BBC  broadcaster  who  announced  it.  It  took 
a  recording  from  Hollywood,  and  a  play- 
back of  those  familiar  voices  in  the  actual 
ceremony  to  convince  him.  It  was  almost 
too  good  to  be  true.  It  meant  more  than 
personal  acclaim.  It  meant  that  the  public 
had  accepted  his  ideas;  that  it  was  eager 
to  receive  the  best  he  could  give.  It  also 
meant  that  he  could  count  on  all  the  studio 
backing  he  needed. 

Although  the  famous  Kelly  feet  will  star 
in  only  the  "Clown"  and  "Modern"  dances 
(he  may  do  a  "bit"  in  the  jewel  sequence) 
Invitation  is  really  his  baby.  His  heart  and 
imagination  will  be  in  every  downbeat,  in 
every  gesture.  He  is  acting,  dancing, 
choreographing,  directing,  and  inspiring 
every  foot  of  film. 

Naturally,  this  kind  of  hard  work  means 
that  Gene  is  not  overly  eager  for  gaiety  and 
nightlife  after  studio  hours.  Much  as  he 
loves  people,  he  has  no  time  for  parties, 
clubbing,  or  even  the  theater.  He  just 
wants  to  go  home,  relax,  maybe  dream  up 
some  new  ideas. 

Country  living,  though  ideal,  was  out  of 
the  question  considering  Gene's  hectic 
schedule.  No  more  such  idyllic  spots  as  the 
darling  old  mill  they'd  lived  in  in  France. 
There  the  great  wheels  had  long  since 
stopped  churning  water,  and  were  covered 
with  the  kind  of  ivy  that  only  grows  on 
the  handsome  estates  just  outside  of  Char- 
tres.  The  Moulin  de  La  Roche,  40  kilo- 
meters from  Paris,  was  fine  while  Gene 
was  in  the  planning  stages,  but  now,  with 
things  rolling,  the  Kellys  had  to  five  in  the 
center  of  bustling  London  town. 

It  was  no  easy  job  to  find  a  place.  Many 
British  homes,  no  matter  how  beautiful, 
look  stiff  and  formal  to  American  eyes. 
They  looked  absolutely  forbidding  to  Betsy, 
remembering  her  casual  California  home. 

The  Kelly  family  was  almost  in  despair 
the  day  they  were  sent  off  to  somewhere 
called  "the  Mews."  The  agent,  of  course, 
knew  it  meant  a  row  of  coach  houses 
around  a  "yard."  But  Betsy  and  Gene 
were  delightfully  surprised  to  step  into  a 
wide  alleyway,  with  the  mews  branching 
off  it.  There  are  three  soft  old  brick  houses, 
all  identical,  on  one  side  of  the  yard.  Three 
exactly  like  them  are  primly  mirrored  on 
the  other  side. 

They  knew  "their"  house  on  sight.  It  is 
typically  English,  but  seems  to  have  a 
touch  of  California  about  it.  The  two  upper 
floors  have  two  bedrooms  and  a  bath  each; 
the  first  floor  has  a  tavern-type  dining 
room  adjoining  a  spacious  living  room.  The 
house  seemed  just  tailor-made  for  an  actor. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  it  is.  After  theyd 
settled  the  deal,  the  agent  told  them  that  it 
is  Robert  Donat's  town  house.  Gene  noticed 
at  the  time  that  Betsy  seemed  strangely 

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affected  by  this  news.  He  thought  no  more 
about  it,  however,  until  Mr.  Donat  called 
on  the  telephone. 

It  seems  that  Donat  had  left  a  silver  baby 
spoon  in  the  house,  and  wondered  if  Mrs. 
Kelly  would  be  good  enough  to  find  and 
send  it  on  to  him.  Mrs.  Kelly  began  blush- 
ing like  a  school-girl. 

"Yes,  Mr.  Donat.  Of  course,  Mr.  Donat. 
I'll  look,  Mr.  Donat,"  she  stammered  be- 
tween giggles. 

Gene  couldn't  believe  his  ears.  When  she 
hung  up  he  accused  her  of  sounding  like  a 
teen-aged  fan,  and  did  a  creditable  imita- 
tion of  her  to  prove  it.  It  was  then  that 
she  admitted  the  awful  truth.  Long  before 
she  was  a  teen-ager  she  developed  a  hope- 
less love  for  Robert  Donat.  She  was  his 
A  No.  1  fan.  And  still  is. 

The  second  time,  she  called  him.  She 
wanted  permission  to  repaint  the  dining 
nook.  Mr.  Donat  was  out,  but  would  call 
back.  The  living  room  was  filled  with 
friends  celebrating  Gene's  birthday  on  Au- 
gust 23rd  when  the  call  came.  He  had 
alerted  them  all  to  the  reaction  his  lovely 
wife  underwent,  and  Betsy  was  determined 
to  thwart  them.  She  would  maintain 
womanly  poise  and  dignity.  But  when  her 
idol's  voice  came  over  the  phone,  she 
reverted  to  type.  She  giggled  and  carried 
on  Gene  has  never  stopped  teasing  her. 
And  what  is  worse,  she's  afraid  they'll  be 
evicted,  on  good  evidence,  as  unstable 
tenants. 

This  of  course,  is  sheer  nonsense.  Even 
the  energetic  English  are  impressed  by  the 
"  'ard  worker"  her  husband  is.  And  her 
daughter,  fresh  from  school  in  France,  is 
their  idea  of  the  perfect  visitor. 

In  The  Student  Prince,  Mario  Lama 
was  slated  for  26  songs,  leaving 
exactly  30  minutes  for  the  story. 

Kerry  Kelly  is  a  delightful  child,  accord- 
ing to  any  standard.  She  is  that  appealing 
creature,  a  shy,  well-mannered  little  girl 
who  is  interested  in  others.  Londoners 
often  see  Kerry  and  her  mother  at  London 
Bridge,  the  Tower,  Westminster  or  other 
points  of  local  pride.  Kerry  looks  into  all 
of  them.  Then  she  writes  full  and  interest- 
ing letters  to  her  many  friends  at  home 
in  California,  and  her  Parisian  schoolmates. 
She  learned  to  speak  and  write  French 
beautifully  last  year.  It  was  her  first  ex- 
perience with  a  private  school.  At  home  she 
attends  the  neighborhood  public  school. 
This  year  she  will  again  attend  private 
school  in  England,  but  the  exact  one  hasn't 
yet  been  chosen. 

This  switching  around  educationally  is 
pretty  hard  for  a  little  girl.  First  there's 
the  language  problem,  but  she  overcame 
that  wonderfully  in  Paris.  This  year,  in 
England,  of  course,  it  will  be  smooth  sail- 
ing. Then,  Kerry  sometimes  gets  a  little 
homesick  for  her  chums  in  Hollywood. 

Betsy  suspects  that  she  sometimes  gets 
a  little  homesick  for  Dublin,  Ireland,  too, 
although  Kerry  Kelly  has  been  there  only 
once.  Here's  how  it  happened. 


come.  So  her  Daddy  promised  to  make  it 
up  to  her  as  soon  as  they  got  together. 

On  the  very  first  Bank  Holiday  after  they 
arrived  in  London,  all  the  Kellys  headed 
for  Dublin  From  the  moment  they  started, 
Gene  and  Kerry  were  like  nine-year-olds. 
For  what  Donat  does  to  Betsy,  Dublin  does 
for  her  husband  and  daughter.  The  mere 
name  of  the  place  thrills  them.  They 
prowled  the  countryside  for  hours.  They 
haunted  ancient  castles.  Long  before  the 
too  short  holiday  was  ended,  Gene  had 
instilled  the  love  of  Ireland  in  Kerry.  And 
it  looks  as  if  it  will  remain  a  life-long 
romance. 

Back  in  Engand  again,  the  Kellys  set 
right  to  work.  Gene  on  the  picture.  Betsy 
and  Kerry  on  Operation  Birthday.  Gene's 
birthday  falls  on  August  23rd,  and  the 
ladies  in  the  family  determined  to  make  a 
"thing"  of  it.  Kerry  became  engrossed  in  a 
"secret  project."  Secret  from  everyone  but 
her  mother,  that  is.  She  has  fine  artistic 
talent,  which  has  developed  wonderfully 
this  past  year.  She  turned  out  an  amazingly  w\ 
good  painting  for  her  father's  birthday 
present.  Meantime,  she  kept  encouraging 
her  mother  to  bake  a  home-made  cake. 

Betsy  Kelly  is  an  artist  in  the -kitchen. 
In  their  early  years  in  Hollywood  she  did 
every  scrap  of  her  own  housekeeping.  But 
baking  a  cake  in  London  was  more  of  a 
problem  than  she'd  bargained  for 


It  wasn't  a  matter  of  getting  the  ingre-  ye 


dients.  Great  Britain  is,  of  course,  on  an 
Austerity  Program.  But  for  proper  ration  &r 
coupons,  or  for  visitors,  shop-keepers  can  fa 
supply  any  need.  The  trouble  was  mathe-  (rec 
matics.  The  English  figure  recipes  in  tea-  p 
cups,  not  the  standard  American  measuring  xrt 
cup.  Betsy  was  as  busy  with  pencil  and  |m 
paper  as  with  egg-beater  and  flour-sifter,  $k 
But  higher  education  and  a  light  hand 


with  the  pastry  were  triumphant.  The  cake 
was  a  masterpiece. 

So  was  the  party  that  went  with  it.  The 
Kellys  invited  many  friends  for  the  occa- 
sion. It  was  a  special  event  indeed,  the  first 
major  entertainment  held  by  this  popular 
couple. 


After  Gene  finished  making  Devil  Mokes 
Three  in  Munich  he  was  ready  for  a 
short  breather.  He  and  Betsy  decided  on  a 
week's  holiday  in  North  Africa.  They 
rented  a  car  in  Casablanca,  and  spent  a 
wonderful,  non- spectacular  seven  days 
casually  visiting  all  the  little  towns  in  the 
French  Moroccan  area.  At  least  it  was  non- 
spectacular  for  the  Kellys.  French  Morocco 
may  never  be  the  same.  They  are  great 
movie  fans  there,  which  rather  surprised 
Gene.  But  very  respectful  ones,  standing 
quietly  at  a  good  distance,  just  looking. 
(In  Germany,  it  is  quite  the  reverse.  Stars 
are  followed  around  everywhere.)  ' 

The  vacation  was  fine,  except  for  one 
thing.  Kerry  was  in  school,  and  couldn't 


London  finds  the  Kellys  rather  unusual. 
Ordinarily  American  film  stars  dash 
around,  seeing  and  being  seen  in  all  the 
smartest  restaurants  and  elegant  salons. 
The  Kellys  haunt  quite  different  places. 
Betsy,  for  instance,  is  a  familiar  figure  in 
the  home-furnishing  shops.  She  is  person- 
ally buying  everything  for  the  house,  from 
superb  linen  and  silver  to  the  most  humble 
pot  or  pan.  (Contrary  to  American  custom, 
English  houses  have  only  furniture  when 
let.  The  renter  must  outfit  it  for  living.) 

Inhabitants  of  the  Mews  are  accustomed 
to  seeing  Kerry  at  the  post-box.  Or  run- 
ning down  the  street  to  meet  a  trim 
young  man  who  walks  with  athletic  stride,  en; 
deeply  absorbed  in  his  own  thoughts.  Then  ^ 
she  and  her  father  walk  to  the  house  to- 
gether, exchanging  news  of  home  happen- 
ings, or  studio  goings-on. 

Sundays,  the  whole  family  is  at  home 
together.  Betsy  caring  for  her  house  and 
family;  Kerry  painting;  and  Gene,  note- 
book in  hand,  dashing  down  ideas  and 
sketches  for  the  next  day's  work.  Oi 
noting  an  idea  for  Brigadoon  which  he  will 
make  in  Scotland  next  spring.  Or  perhaps 
outlining  a  completely  new  scheme.  This 
man  is  brimming  over  with  ideas  which 
the  world  will  applaud  in  time,  because  h<E 
has  the  personal  genuis  to  create  them 
and  a  family  to  back  him  with  love  anc 
cooperation. 

These  happy,  work-a-day  Kellys  may  hi 
a  disappointment  to  a  few  autograph- 
hunting  fans  in  Piccadilly.  But  the  majority 
of  Londoners  couldn't  be  more  charmec 
with  them.  For  when  they  invaded  th 
English  capital,  they  invaded  British  heart 
And  they'll  never  leave  them,  no  matte 
where  they  go  from  here.  EN 


a  new  love  for  the  queen 

(Continued  from  page  43)  of  her  consist- 
ently trim  figure— for  years  Barbara  has 
never  weighed  more  than  110  and  never  in 
her  life  has  she  ever  had  to  wear  a  girdle. 
I  used  to  watch  her  and  envy  her  clothes, 
her  looks,  her  career,  even  her  hubby,  Bob 
Taylor. 

But  then  the  war  came  and  Barbara's 
husband  became  a  flight  instructor  in  the 
Navy.  When  the  war  was  over,  Taylor 
was  overcome  by  wanderlust.  He  bought  a 
plane,  hired  a  co-pilot,  started  flying  all 
over  the  country.  He  made  pictures  in 
England  and  Rome,  content  with  only  oc- 
casional visits  from  Barbara  who  remained 
working  in  Hollywood.  After  12  years  of 
marriage,  a  divorce  solved  their  mutual 
'problems,  and  Barbara  stopped  going  to 
the  Friday  night  fights  at  the  Legion. 
'  I  guess  she  didn't  go  for  more  than  a 
year— but  a  few  weeks  ago  Barbara  Stan- 
wyck returned  to  the  old  stand,  this  time 
accompanied  by  a  tall  (6-foot-l),  blond, 
blue-eyed  young  actor  who  was  born 
Ralph  Rathgeber  but  who  is  known  in 
Hollywood  as  Ralph  Meeker. 
I  You've  probably  seen  Ralph  in  Teresa, 
Four  In  A  Jeep,  Somebody  Loves  Me,  or 
Glory  Alley.  His  latest  film,  Jeopardy,  in 
which  he  co-stars  with  Stanwyck,  has 
ret  to  be  released. 

'  Ralph  Meeker  and  Barbara  Stanwyck 
Came  down  to  the  Legion  Stadium  on  a 
Friday  night,  and  as  soon  as  Barbara  was 
ecognized— this  isn't  too  easy  since  she  is 
>ne  movie  star  who  seems  to  melt  into  a 
s:rowd  rather  than  stand  out  from'  it— 
Inany  of  the  female  tongues  in  the  fight 
irena  began  wagging. 
I  "Who's  that  man  with  her?"    "Is  that 
he  Ralph  Meeker  she's  been  coupled  with 
n  the  gossip  columns?    Looks  a  little 
rounger  than  Barbara."    "How  long  have 
hey  been  going  together?"    "Is  it  true 
» carries  3  torch  for  Robert  Tay- 
ur?"    "I  hear  she  and  Meeker  are  en- 
aged.    They  say  he's  a  strange  one,  very 
loody,  very  sensitive." 
J  The  above  is  fair  sample  of  the  dia- 
bgue  aroused  by  Barbara's  appearance 
)t  the  fights  with  her  new  beau, 
i  A  similar  flow  of  verbal  curiosity  un- 
ioubtedly  accompanied  their  presence  at 
ue  Ice  Follies.    Certainly  the  gossip  col- 
mns   of  late  have  been  filled  with  Stan- 
lyck-Meeker  items,  the  implication  being 
iat  these  two  are  more  than  casually  in- 
crested  in  each  other, 
i  When  I  asked  Barbara  how  she  felt 
Dout  Ralph  Meeker  she  said  flatly,  "I've 
>nly  known  Mr.  Meeker  a  little  more  than 
month.  He's  a  very  talented  actor  and 
i  very  fine  gentleman.    He  has  a  good 
itnse  of  humor  and  is  extremely  versa- 


tile. In  addition  to  his  acting,  I  think  he 
plays  a  half-dozen  different  musical  in- 
struments; he's  certainly  a  very  fine  pianist. 
I  look  forward  to  his  developing  into  one 
of  the  finest  actors  in  motion  pictures.  It's 
just  a  question  of  whether  or  not  he's  cast 
in  the  right  part. 

"Where  did  I  meet  him?  Over  at  the 
Atudl?'  We  Played  m  Jeopardy  together. 
Anything  serious  between  us?  Well,  I 
told  you.  I've  only  known  him  for  a 
month  or  so  which  isn't  very  long  to  know 
a  man.  I  think  he's  a  fine  person,  but 
there's  certainly  nothing  serious  between 
us.  We've  been  out  a  few  times  together, 
and  I  enjoy  his  company. 

"What  else?  There's  nothing  else  except 
that  as  a  colleague  of  Mr.  Meeker's  I  can 
tell  you  that  he's  very  conscientious,  very 
industrious.  He  has  an  extensive  back- 
ground in  the  theater,  and  well,  that's 
just  about  all  I  know." 

Barbara  Stanwyck  is  without  a  doubt 
^  the  smartest,  shrewdest,  canniest,  most 
honest,  hard-working  actress  in  Holly- 
wood—but the  above  quotation,  uttered 
with  great  care  and  deliberation,  is  the 
kind  of  quotation  which  reflects  abso- 
lutely nothing  of  her  true  and  inner  feel- 
ings regarding  this  young  man  Who  has 
recently  entered  her  life. 

It  says  nothing,  for  example,  about  the 
morning  a  few  weeks  ago  when  Ralph 
Meeker  was  flying  in  from  New  York. 
John  Van  Druten,  the  playwright,  had 
asked  Ralph  to  fly  east,  to  read  for  the 
lead  in  his  new  play,  I've  Got  Sixpence. 
Ralph,  who  took  Marlon  Brando's  place 
in  the  New  York  company  of  A  Streetcar 
Named  Desire  and  has  acted  in  some  70 
different  plays,  didn't  particularly  like  the 
part  in  Van  Druten's  new  opus  and  bowed 
out.  He  caught  the  first  midnight  plane 
for  Hollywood  and  when  he  arrived  at 
7:30  the  following  morning,  there  was 
Barbara  Stanwyck  waiting  eagerly  to 
throw  her  arms  around  him. 

As  Ralph  disembarked  from  the  DC-6, 
Barbara  ran  to  him  crying,  "How  are  you, 
Ralph?"  They  hugged  each  other 
tightly.  The  words,  "Mr.  Meeker"  were 
conspicuous  by  their  absence  in  Barbara's 
demonstrative  greeting.  It  was  strictly 
"Ralph"  all  the  way. 

Barbara  drove  Ralph  in  her  car  to  his 
home  in  the  Hollywood  hills.  Cai  Fryen- 
dahl,  Ralph's  Danish  jack-of-all  trades,  had 
a  warm  and  appetizing  breakfast  ready. 
Then  Barbara  drove  home.  No  matter 
what  she  may  say,  no  actress  is  going  to 
get  up  at  5: 30  a.m.  and  race  out  to  the  Los 
Angeles  Municipal  Airport  to  meet  a 
handsome  young  man  if  that  handsome 
young  man  is  just  another  actor  who 
doesn't  mean  anything  to  her.  Nor  will 
she  accompany  him  to  the  Ice  Follies,  the 


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Tall  in  the  Saddle 

When,  as  a  part  of  Greg  Peck's 
role  in  Duel  in  the  Sun,  he  was  told, 
"You'll  have  to  jump  over  a  horse's 
rear  end  and  land  in  the  saddle  while 
it's  in  full  gallop,"  he  took  himself 
to  a  ridfiig  stable  and  rode  for  three 
solid  weeks.  Not  content  with  learn- 
ing to  ride,  he  mastered  roping  and 
wore  cowboy  costumes  from  dawn 
until  dusk  to  get  used  to  the  feel  of 
levis,  a  close-hugging  shirt,  and  high, 
cowpoke  heels.  The  only  flaw  was 
the  fact  that  his  hips  were  so  nar- 
row his  gun  belt  showed  a  tendency 
to  slip  down  around  his  ankles. 

Pete  Martin 

boxing  matches,  the  movies,  entertain  for 
him  at  her  home,  dine  with  him  at  his, 
and  see  him  more  often  than  she  has 
seen  any  other  man  in  the  past  six 
months. 

Thus  on  the  basis  of  the  available  evi- 
dence, Barbara  Stanwyck  is  more  than 
fond  of  Ralph  Meeker.  Now,  whether  this 
interest  will  lead  to  love  or  more  par- 
ticularly to  matrimony,  no  one  can  say. 

TLTeeker,  according  to  people  who  know 
x  -*■  him  best,  is  a  moody,  enigmatic  sensi- 
tive individual  who  belongs  to  the  slightly 
Bohemian  or  Marlon  Brando  school  of 
actors.  Press  agents  who  have  tried  to 
work  with  him  report  that  while  he  is 
not  uncooperative,  he  certainly  is  not  to 
be  called  communicative. 

A  reporter  who  asked  him  about  his 
friendship  and  repeated  meetings  with 
Barbara  Stanwyck  was  told,  "There's  not 
supposed  to  be  any  publicity  about  that." 

"Who  made  that  ruling?"  asked  the 
newsman. 

"I  did,"  Meeker  reportedly  answered. 
On  another  occasion,  the  young  actor 
was  asked,  "How  do  you  feel  about  Bar- 
bara Stanwyck?" 

"A  good  friend,"  was  all  he  would  say. 
A  year  or  so  ago  when  Meeker  was 
.living  with  Kurt  Kaszner,  an  Austrian 
beer  barrel  of  a  man  who  is  also  under 
contract  to  MGM  as  a  character  actor,  he 
would  frequently  say,  "I'm  never  going  to 
get  married."  But  that  was  before  he  made 
Jeopardy  with  Barbara  Stanwyck. 

Barbara,  in  case  you  don't  know  it,  has 
for  years  been  regarded  by  the  men  who 
work  with  her  as  the  swellest  person  in 
the  movie  colony.  When  it  was  learned, 
for  example,  that  it  was  Robert  Taylor 
who  wanted  the  divorce  and  not  she,  one 
of  the  chief  electricians  at  the  studio 
pretty  much  reflected  the  general  Holly- 
wood masculine  opinion  when  he  said, 
"Robert  Taylor  must  have  rocks  in  his 
head.  I  don't  care  where  or  how  long 
he  looks,  he  ain't  never  gonna  find  a 
nicer  dame  than  Stanwyck." 

Men  consider  Barbara  well-nigh  ir- 
resistible, largely  because  she  seems  de- 
void of  such  feminine  traits  as  indecision, 
pettiness,  and  vindictiveness.  When 
Barbara  has  something  to  say,  she  says  it. 
When  she  hasn't,  she  remains  quiet.  When 
a  makeup  man  finishes  with  her,  she 
never  tries  to  improve  on  his  work.  Un- 
like dozens  of  other  actresses,  all  less  tal- 
ented than  she,  Stanwyck  never  insists 
upon  directing  her  director,  outwriting  her 
writer,  or  out-producing  her  producer. 

Fritz  Lang,  for  example,  who  has  fought 
with  a  good  many  stars,  and  who  directed 
Barbara  in  Clash  By  Night,  says,  "She  is 
an  angel.  Directing  her  is  a  genuine 
pleasure." 

Fred  MacMurray  who  acted  opposite 
Stanwyck  in  one*  of  her  best  films,  Double 


Indemnity,  for  which  she  received  an 
Academy  nomination,  says,  "The  won- 
derful thing  about  working  with  Stan- 
wyck is  that  she  makes  you  try  and  reach 
her  level  which  is  pretty  darn  high. 
She  is  letter  perfect  in  her  lines,  and  if 
you  fluff  yours,  she's  always  patient,  help- 
ful, and  understanding.  She's  what  you 
might  call  a  dream-girl." 

Jack  Benny,  who  uses  her  on  his  radio 
and  TV  shows  as  frequently  as  she  will 
permit,  says,  "Barbara  Stanwyck  is  one 
of  the  three  greatest  performers  I've  ever 
met."  The  other  two,  in  his  opinion,  are 
Ingrid  Bergman  and  Ethel  Merman. 

Stanwyck,  who  is  45  and  doesn't  hide 
the  fact— actually  she  looks  no  more 
than  33— is  particularly  helpful  when  it 
comes  to  young  actors.  This  is  probably 
one  reason  why  Ralph  Meeker  finds  her 
tops. 

I  remember  when  Bill  Holden  was  first 
breaking  into  motion  pictures.  He  was 
playing  the  lead  in  Golden  Boy  and  not 
finding  it  too  easy.  Each  day  a  group 
of  well-wishers  would  go  to  Harry  Cohn, 
studio  chief,  and  say,  "This  kid  was  great 
at  the  Pasadena  Playhouse.  Why  didn't 
we  send  him  back?" 

It  was  Stanwyck,  however,  who 
knocked  herself  out  at  the  front  office 
with  pleas  that  Holden  be  kept  on  the 
job.  She  worked  with  him  after  hours, 
rehearsing  and  teaching;  today  Hclden's 
gratitude  knows  no  bounds. 

Similarly,  Barbara  was  of  great  help  to 
Meeker  in  Jeopardy.  In  this  one  she 
plays  the  wife  of  a  man  (Barry  Sullivan) 
who's  trapped  on  a  sandbar  by  a  fallen 
jetty.  Trying  to  obtain  help  for  her  hus- 
band, she  is  held  by  an  escaped  convict 
(Ralph  Meeker)  who  plans  to  take  her 
and  her  car  to  Mexico  and  leave  the  hus- 
band behind  to  drown. 

In  the  production  of  this  picture,  Bar- 
bara saw  to  it  that  Meeker  came  off  well. 
She  was  in  a  position  to  demand  close- 
ups,  favored  camera  angles,  more  lines, 
more  scenes.  Instead  she  insisted  upon 
sharing  the  spotlight  with  Meeker,  seeing 
to  it  that  his  part  was  given  major  at- 
tention. 

Certainly  Stanwyck  took  infinitely  more 
pains  with  Ralph  than  Betty  Hutton  did 
when  they  both  made .  Somebody  Loves' 
Me  at  Paramount.  Meeker  sings  fairly 
well  but  not  well  enough  for  Somebody 
Loves  Me,  and  Pat  Morgan's  singing  voice 
had  to  be  dubbed  in  for  his.  Also  his  re- 
lationship with  Hutton  was  rather 
strained — so  strained  in  fact  that  one 
morning  when  Betty  saw  Meeker  getting 
off  a  plane  at  the  airport— it  was  the 
same  plane  Stanwyck  met — she  avoided 
running  into  Ralph. 

Ralph  Meeker  is  32  years  old,  the  only 
child  of  a  broken  home.  He  was  born  in 
Minneapolis,  raised  by  aunts  in  Chicago, 
and  attended  Northwestern  University 
where  he  starred  in  drama  club  plays 
along  with  two  young  student  actresses, 
Patricia  Neal  and  Jean  Hagen. 

He  worked  his  way  through  college 
playing  a  variety  of  musical  instruments 
from  piano  to  vibraphone.  In  1943  he 
finally  landed  a  small  part  in  the  Broad- 
way production  of  Doughgirls. 

Whether  it  was  tiie  ceaseless  struggle  on 
Broadway  to  make  good,  with  rela- 
tively few  funds,  or  whether  it  was  his 
unhappy  youth,  perhaps  it  was  a  com- 
bination of  both  these  factors— the  truth 
is  that  Ralph  Meeker  today  is  regarded 
as  a  talented  young  actor  who  doesnt 
have  many  friends,  one  who  is  inordi- 
nately sensitive,  one  who  believes  in  going 
his  own  way,  one  who  is  reluctant  to 
praise  what  others  consider  outstanding. 

A  friend  who  knew  him  on  Broadway 
says,  "He  came  up  the  hard  way,  and  he's 

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afraid  of  people — not  exactly  afraid  but 
wary.  He's  had  to  work  hard  for  every- 
thing he  ever  got,  and  he's  learned  to  be 
self-sufficient.  Getting  a  break  on  Broad- 
way, you  know,  is  really  a  dog's  life.  Why, 
Ralph  has  done  everything,  USO  shows, 
stock  companies,  the  subway  circuit,  any- 
thing you  can  think  of  he's  played.  It 
was  Josh  Logan  who  got  him  his  first 
decent  break.  Josh  gave  him  a  part  in 
Mr.  Roberts  and  when  Marlon  Brando  left 
A  Streetcar  Named  Desire,  Josh  ran  into 
Irene  Mayer  Selznick — she  was  the  pro- 
ducer of  Streetcar— and  said,  'I  think  I've 
got  the  fellow  to  take  Brando's  place.' 

"Ralph  read  the  part  and  worked  for 
more  than  a  month  before  they  gave  him 
the  job.  He  stayed  with  the  play  for 
a  year  and  took  it  on  the  road.  It  was 
Irene  Selznick  who  talked  Fred  Zinne- 
mann  (who  was  going  to  direct  Teresa  in 
Italy)  into  giving  Meeker  a  chance  in 
motion  pictures. 

"Fred  signed  Ralph  for  the  role  of  the 
sergeant  and  took  him  to  Italy.  When 
Teresa  was  finished,  Zinnemann  recom- 
mended him  for  Four  In  A  Jeep  which 
was  shot  in  Austria.    After  that,  Meeker 


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came  home  and  flew  to  Hollywood  where 
Metro  signed  him  to  a  term  contract." 

Friends  of  Barbara  Stanwyck  insist  that 
her  relationship  with  Meeker  is  platonic. 
"Let's  face  it,"  one  of  them  says.  "Bar- 
bara is  45.  This  Meeker  chap  is  32.  Bar- 
bara has  always  loved  helping  people. 
Here's  a  struggling  young  actor  trying 
to  fight  his  way  to  the  top.  Barbara's 
helped  dozens  of  them.  She's  helping 
this  one,  too. 

"Maybe  he  takes  her  out  a  couple  of 
times  a  week.  What  of  it?  He's  a  bache- 
lor and  she  doesn't  have  a  husband,  and 
she's  much  too  beautiful  and  witty  to  sit 
home  alone  and  just  hibernate.  She's 
a  girl  who  likes  to  live.  Unfortunately  so 
many  activities  in  Hollywood,  so  many 
activities  anywhere,  call  for  a  male  es- 
cort. 

"How  many  male  escorts  are  there  in 
Hollywood?  Cesar  Romero,  Farley 
Granger,  Lon  McCallister,  Scott  Brady, 
maybe  one  or  two  more.  A  couple  of 
months  ago  Farley  Granger  called  for 
Barbara,  took  her  to  some  party.  Next 
day  it  was  in  all  the  columns,  a  brand 
new  love  affair.  Heck,  Barbara's  adopted 
son,  who's  in  the  Navy  now— he's  almost 
as  old  as  Granger.  '  .    „  . 

"I'm  not  saying  that  Stanwyck  isnt  in 
the  market  for  another  husband— every 
unmarried  woman  is.  But  certainly  she's 
much  too  smart  tor  pick  on  a  youngster  like 


Meeker.  She  married  Robert  Taylor,  and 
he  was  only  a  few  years  younger  than 
she.  Look  what  happened  to  that  one. 
She's  much  too  smart  to  make  the  same 
mistake  twice. 

"Besides  she's  accustomed  to  running 
things,  to  being  a  little  dominant,  and  so 
is  Meeker.  Stanwyck,  as  I  said  before, 
is  a  woman  men  admire.  She  isn't  the 
kind  to  lead  a  manless  life.  Sure  she 
goes  up  to  Meeker's  house  off  Sunset 
Plaza  and  dines  with  him  and  looks  down 
on  the  city  lights  while  he  softly  plays 
the  .piano.  Sure  the  whole  setup  spells 
romance — only  Barbara  isn't  a  little  girl 
who  can  be  swept  off  her  feet. 

"Here's  a  woman  with  a  basic  sense  of 
values,  who  sizes  up  the  situation  and  the 
man  involved.  When  and  if  she  marries 
again  it  will  be  a  mature  man  of  accom- 
plishment, a  guy  in  his  forties. 

"There's  a  great  unrequited  streak  of 
the  maternal  in  Stanwyck's  makeup.  For 
my  money,  Ralph  Meeker  brings  it  out. 
In  her  I'm  sure  he  sees  a  combination  of 
mother-sweetheart-wife-and-sister  which 
is  probably  an  ideal  relationship  for  a 
long  and  endearing  friendship,  but  cer- 
tainly-not  one  for  a  marriage." 

Ever  since  her  divorce  from  Robert  Tay- 
lor other  friends  of  Stanwyck's  say 
that  {he  one  reason  she  has  worked  so 
consistently  is  that  she  wants  no  spare 
time  in  which  to  mull  over  her  past;  that 
in  a  way  she  is  using  Meeker  as  an  ano- 
dyne for  the  hurt  Taylor  caused  her.  There 
may  be  a  modicum  of  truth  in  this  sup- 
position but  not  more.  Stanwyck  doesn't 
mope  and  mourn.  When  she  drops  a  man 
she  seems  to  lock  a  door  in  her  heart. 

I  remember  when  she  divorced  Frank 
Fay.  Frank  was  difficult  to  live  with  as 
the  divorce  proceedings  well  brought  out, 
so  that  perhaps  this  was  an  atypical  case. 
But  there  was  a  time  when  Barbara  was 
so  headlong  in  love  with  Fay  that  it  hurt. 
That  was  back  in  1920  when  Fay  was 
the  emcee  at  Texas  Guinan's  supper  club. 
Barbara  had  just  been  graduated  from  the 
chorus  line  to  the  legitimate  stage  and 
Fay  was  her  idea  of  perfection.  Whenr 
Fay  sent  her  a  telegram  from  St.  Louis  | 
one  night  offering  to  marry  her,  she 
grabbed  the  first  express  train  out  of  New 
York— much  to   her  later  sorrow. 

With  Bob  Taylor  it  was  a  little  dif- 
ferent.  The  Marx  Brothers  invited  her 
to  their  home  for  dinner  one  night  ex- 
plaining that  they  wanted  her  to  meet 
Mr.  Artigue,  which  was  their  favorite  1 
name  for  Robert  Taylor.   Stanwyck  didn't 
know  this  and  spent  all  evening  explain- 
ing to  Mr.  Taylor  that  she  was  really  sup-  ^ 
posed  to  have  a  date  with  a  Mr.  Artigue  * 
Taylor  finally  spoiled  the  gag  by  pointing! 
out  that  his  initials  were  R.T.  and  thai' 
according  to  the  queer  Marx  system  ot* 
spelling     these     two     initials     spellec » 
"Artigue". 

Barbara  Stanwyck  was  ecstatic  witi 
joy  when  she  finally  got  rid  of  Franl;' 
Fay.  Her  heart  was  filled  with  sorrov* 
when  she  lost  Bob  Taylor— not  only  be- 1(1 
cause  she  loved  Bob  dearly  but  becaus*'! 
it  is  a  sad  thing  for  any  woman  to  fine  1 
herself  at  the  age  of  43  without  a  husbanc  1 
and  with  the  necessity  of  winning  an- 01 
other.  | 

Stanwyck  has  enough  money  to  spen^1 
the  rest  of  her  days  in  idleness,  although 
she  is  constitutionally  incapable  of  doin?n 
so.  But  all  her  wealth  will  not  obtaii^ 
for  her  the  kind  of  mature,  accomplished  I 
loving  husband  she  needs. 

Until  such  a  man  comes  along,  actor  * 
like  Ralph  Meeker  and  Jean  Pierr 
Aumont — and  there  will  undoubtedly  b 
others — these  young  men  must  be  looke 
upon  as  stopgaps  in  the  interlude  of  lone 
liness.  EN 


the  true  life  story  of  marilyn  monroe 


{Continued  from  page  51)  little  night- 
mare." 

And  Marilyn  herself,  in  the  morning  will 
hardly  remember  the  incident,  or  the  fact 
that  she  was  really  aroused  by  the  alarm- 
ing wail  of  a  distant  police  prowl  car.  She 
would  deny,  even  to  herself,  that  in  half 
wakefulness  a  split-second  question  passed 
in  her  mind:  "I  wonder  if  that's  Jim?" 

Jim,  the  dark-haired  handsome  football 
star,  the  boy  she  loved  and  the  man  who, 
rightly  or  wrongly,  rejected  her  love  by 
persistently  thwarting  her  ambitions.  Jim, 
the  ex -husband,  and  police  rookie  who 
came  to  her  side  when  she  needed  him, 
after  their  divorce,  but  who  still  could  not 
be  moved  by  the  tears  of  the  loveliest,  sex- 
iest girl  in  Hollywood. 

Amazing?  Yes,  when  we  think  of  Mar- 
ilyn Monroe  as  the  most  sought  after  girl 
n  Hollywood.  But  no— no,  the  situation  is 
lot  so  startling  when  we  remember  that 
:or  all  of  us  the  first  big  love  in  our  lives 
s  the  one  we  always  keep  for  a  secret 
place  in  our  hearts. 

I  know  whereof  I  speak,  for  the  Jim 
n  Marilyn  Monroe's  life  is  my  brother, 
md  as  Marilyn  Monroe's  ex-sister-in-law, 

have  decided  that  the  time  has  come  to 
.ell  the  real  truth  about  the  girl  for  whom 
|  once  wept,  cheered,  frequently  despaired 
)f  as  a  member  of  the  family.  And  whom 
:  still  love  as  though  divorce  and  fame  had 
lot  again  made  us  the  strangers  we  were 
jefore  our  first  meeting. 

vry  mother  was  living  on  a  small  ranch 
LV1  in  the  San  Fernando  Valley,  and  just 
>ehind  the  house  my  folks  lived  in  was.  a 
mall  house  occupied  by  a  most  charming 
voman  by  the  name  of  Grace  Goddard. 
\.s  they  chatted  over  the  back  fence, 
jrace  frequently  mentioned  her  lovely 
oster  daughter  who  was  living,  with  her 
Aunt  Anna"  in  Santa  Monica. 

"She  sounds  like  exactly  the  sort  of 
'M  Jim  would  like,"  Mother  told  me,  the 
lay  I  first  met  the  girl  who  is  known  today 
is  Marilyn  Monroe.  Not  quite  15,  she  was 
he  most  beautiful  little  creature  I  had  ever 
een.  Not  only  did  she  have  beauty,  but 
iverything  else  it  takes  to  make  a  lady.  I 
oved  her  from  the  beginning.  I  told 
llother,  "You  know  how  Jim  is,  so  stub- 
torn,  sometimes.  She's  just  the  girl  for 
lim,  but  if  he  thinks  we  want  them  to  start 
;oing  together  nothing  will  happen." 

So  we  contrived  for  the  two  of  them  to 
aeet,  and  I  was  right. 

Honest  and  forthright,  Marilyn  (I'll  call 
ler  that,  but  her  name  was  Norma  then) 
old  Jim  right  off  how  old  she. was.  He 
iked  her,  but  he  thought  she  was  much 

00  young  to  date.  Mother  and  I  made  no 
omment,  and  just  like  a  man  Jim  fell  and 
ell  hard  on  their  second  meeting.  At  the 
ime,  I  lived  in  Ventura  County.  It  was 
nly  a  short  distance  to  beautiful  Lake 
iherwood,  and  on  Sundays  Jim  always 
rought  Marilyn  to  spend  the  day.  They 
rent  fishing,  rowing,  or  just  went  hiking. 

My  brother  Jim  always  needed  a  little- 
xplaining.  He  was  as  handsome  as  they 
ome,  but  he  was  always  the  gentleman, 
nd  never  the  wise  guy.  His  father  used 
>  say,  "Jim  ain't  got  no  smart,"  but  he 
idn't  mean  it  unkindly.  He  meant  that 
im  was  unmercifully  honest  and  old- 
ishioned.  We  were  all  proud  of  him  for  it. 

As  for  Marilyn,  little  by  little  on  these 
undays  I  came  to  know  her  and  the  facts 
bout  her  early  life.  They  were  not  plea- 
mt.  No  wonder  that  to  the  present  day 
le  has  wanted  to  keep  them  secret.  She 

1  learning,  but  cannot  seem  to  realize, 
■Mt  the  best  thing  to  do  is  to  cheerfully 
Unit  your  background.  Then  no  one  will 
ig  it  up  as  a  big  "scoop"  later  on.  Betty 

I"  —  — 


awhile.  Then,  after  a  writer  revealed  the 
fact  that  she  used  to  sing  for  pennies  and 
nickels  outside  saloons  in  Detroit  when 
she  was  little,  Betty  became  proud  of  her 
tough  beginnings,  as  well  she  should. 

Marilyn  talked  to  me  many  times  about 
her  childhood.  It  is  quite  true  that  she 
was  "kicked  around"  a  lot,  and  "farmed 
out"  to  various  families,  because  her 
mother  was  taken  ill  and  couldn't  care  for 
her.  But  there  is  a  significant  fact  about 
this  situation.  Marilyn  was  such  a  won- 
derful child  that  she  completely  capti- 
vated the  two  most  outstanding  families 
she  lived  with.  They  were  comparatively 
poor  people  with  children  of  their  own, 
but  they  loved  and  cared  for  Marilyn  in 
a  way  that  couldn't  have  been  bettered 
by  any  millionaire  whose  name  you'd  find 
in  the  social  register. 

There  was  one  very  religious  family 
(Marilyn  herself  turned  to  Christian  Sci- 
ence) that  loved  her  dearly,  but  had  to 
give  her  up  because  they  just  couldn't 
afford  another  mouth  to  feed.  Still,  the 
mother  of  the  family  was  invited  to  her 
wedding  at  Marilyn's  insistence.  A  docile 
and  subdued  little  person,  her  pride  and 
devotion  cast  a  glow  of  warmth  over  the 
whole  event. 

Then  there  was  another  family.  They 
were  maladjusted  to  life.  They  drank  a 
good  deal,  and  Marilyn  prayed  for  them. 
She  was  only  about  seven  years  old  at  the 

It  happened  when  George  Oppen- 
heimer  was  writing  the  screen  play 
for  a  Joan  Crawford  movie  which 
was  directed  by  Vincent  Sherman. 
George  and  Sherman  didn't  get 
along  well  and  the  director  re- 
wrote the  script  on  the  set.  After 
the  picture  came  out — and  it 
wasn't  a  hi* — Oppenheimer  always 
referred  to  it  as  "Sherman's  march 
through  George." 

Sidney  Skolsky  in 
Hollywood  Is  My  Beat 

time,  and  told  me  that  her  only  dolls  were 
empty  whiskey  bottles.  "Day  after  day," 
she  said,  "I'd  dress  the  'dead  soldiers'  in 
little  wisps  of  cloth  and  call  them  'my 
babies.'  And  when  I  grew  up,  I  could 
understand  one  thing  a  lot  of  parents 
couldn't.  They'd  give  beautiful  dolls  to 
their  children  who  in  turn  would  ignore 
them  and  play  with  little  beaten  up  char- 
acters made  of  rubber  with  the  painted 
eyes  gone.  To  me,  those  whiskey  bottles 
were  real  dolls,  and  I  think  that  most 
parents  should  pay  more  attention  to 
what's  in  a  child's  mind  than  they  do  to 
the  pretty  things  they  can  buy  to  influ- 
ence that  mind." 

T  am  certain  that  people  laugh,  today, 
when  they  read  what  some  reporter  has 
to  say  about  Marilyn's  intelligence.  I  don't. 
She  learned  about  life  and  psychology  in 
the  school  that  has  produced  not  only  our 
greatest  actors,  but  our  statesmen  and 
educators  as  well.  That  was  a  hard  school, 
and  let's  face  it,  the  forbidden  question  of 
sex  comes  to  girls  at  a  much  earlier  age 
than  most  parents  will  admit.  Girls  who 
come  from  the  wealthiest  and  finest  of 
famihes  suffer  from  want  of  understanding 
in  this  respect.  "Marilyn  didn't.  Her 
mother,  born  under  an  ill-fated  star,  was 
unable  to  give  Marilyn  the  constant  com- 
panionship she  needed,  but  she  did  give 
her  a  great  love,  and  it  was  returned  by 
her  daughter.  Unfortunately,  her  moth- 
er's illness  prevented  her  from  giving 
Marilyn  all  the  attention  she  needed  at 
this  age,  but  other  women  gave  Marilyn 
her  attitude  and  intelligence  toward  the 


opposite  sex  with  the  result  that  she  was  a 
thoroughly  "good  girl." 

That's  why,  today,  you'll  find  hardboiled 
reporters  speaking  with  such  utter  amaze- 
ment about  Marilyn's  fine  qualities.  She 
may  look  like  the  greatest  movie  siren 
since  Jean  Harlow,  but,  like  Jean,  this  is  all 
window  dressing.  I've  never  known  a  man 
who  really  got  to  know  Marilyn  who  didn't 
look  at  her  with  as  much  respect  as  they 
would  accord  to  their  own  sisters. 

T  am  not  an  expert  writer.  If  I  were,  I 
might  try  to  break  your  heart  with  the 
account  of  the  occasions  on  which,  driv- 
ing with  Marilyn  through  Hollywood  to 
our  place  in  the  country,  she'd  point  out 
a  beautiful  white  house  high  in  the  hills. 
"I  lived  there  once,"  she'd  say,  "before 
mother  was  ill.  It  was  beautiful.  The  most 
Wonderful  furniture  you  can  imagine.  A 
baby  grand  piano,  and  a  room  of  my  own. 
It  all  seems  like  a  dream." 

No  wonder  her  memory  clung  to  those 
days,  for  despite  the  kindness  of  the  peo- 
ple with  whom  she  lived,  Marilyn's  beauty 
could  readily  have  turned  her  into  a  tough, 
cynical  teen-ager.  For  instance,  at  one 
time  there  was  a  young  smart  alec  about 
16  years  of  age  who  habitually  hung  around 
a  certain  corner  which  she  had  to  pass  on 
her  way  home  from  school.  He  took  great 
delight  in  making  obviously  obscene  re- 
marks. When  she  could  stand  it  no  longer, 
Marilyn  told  an  older  companion  what  was 
happening.  The  next  time  she  crossed  this 
street,  her  friend  followed  a  few  yards 
behind  her.  The  boy  began  to  annoy 
Marilyn,  and  in  an  instant  her  friend 
grabbed  him,  slapped  him  soundly  and 
called  for  the  police.  A  store-keeper  came 
out  and  testified  to  the  fact  that  the  boy 
was  lying  in  his  claims  of  innocence.  The 
fellow  was  let  go  with  a  stern  warning. 

In  spite  of  the  problems  of  moving  from 
family  to  family  and  school  to  school,  she 
was  a  good  student,  a  gracious  and  de- 
cent girl.  My  mother  and  I  sensed  this, 
in  the  way  that  women  will,  which  is  why 
we  were  proud  when  she  began  to  go  with 
Jim.  And  believe  me,  if  she  hadn't  been  a 
fine  girl,  we'd  have  done  everything  we 
could  to  break  up  the  romance,  because 
Jim — 

Well,  let  me  tell  you  about  him.  From 
the  time  Jim  Dougherty,  bless  his  fiery 
Irish  heart,  was  a  small  boy,  he  loved 
music  and  could  fight  his  way  through  a 
whole  school  of  tough  kids.  At  Van  Nuys 
elementary  school  he  took  'up  the  violin 
and  played  in  the  orchestra.  When  he 
was  12  he  joined  two  Mexican  boys — twin 
brothers — in  a  hill-billy  band.  On  Satur- 
days, they  paraded  thru  town  on  a  load  of 
hay  drawn  by  two  donkeys,  sawing  out 
music  and  picking  up  two  dollars  apiece 
from  their  sponsors,  the  Wray  Brothers 
Ford  Company. 

Later,  at  high  school,  Jim  played  smash- 
ing right  tackle  on  the  football  team.  He 
was  the  student  body  president  and  had 
the  lead  in  every  school  play.  One  of  his 
friends  during  school  days  was  a  young 
gas  station  attendant  named  Bob  Mitchum. 
And  among  his  leading  ladies  was  the 
sultry  Jane  Russell,  wlio  received  almost 
no  attention  at  all  because  audiences 
were  so  enthusiastic  about  Jim's  per- 
formances. Everything  came  naturally  to 
Jim.  He  was  a  born  leader.  His  music 
teacher,  and  Mr.  Ingram  the  drafting 
teacher,  did  everything  they  could  to  get 
Jim  to  go  to  Santa  Barbara  college  and 
become  a  teacher,  and  everyone  predicted 
a  brilliant  career  for  the  boy. 

But  not  a  bit  of  this  adulation  went  to 
Jim's  head.  He  liked  to  do  things  the 
hard  way.  In  the  summer  he  earned  his 
own  clothes  by  cleaning  stables  at  a  rid- 
ing academy,  mowing  lawns  and  lighting 
the  red  lanterns  over  street  repairs.  He 
worked  in  the  mortuary  in  Van  Nuys.  All 


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he  lacked  was  the  ambition  to  stand  in 
the  spotlight. 

When  he  proposed  to  Marilyn,  none  of 
us  knew  about  it  until  they  returned 
with  the  ring.  Jim  was  21  at  the  time,  and 
Marilyn  not  quite  16. 

"Do  you  know  what?"  he  said  to  me  in 
amazement.  "She  wouldn't  take  the  en- 
gagement ring  I'd  picked  out.  She  said  it 
was  much  too  expensive,  so  we  picked  out 
a  smaller  set."  I've  never  seen  a  happier 
girl  after  the  engagement  announcement. 

In  the  crowded  memories  one  big  day 
was  the  Sunday  on  which  we  had  our 
annual  family  picnic  at  Lake  Sherwood. 
Among  those  present  was  our  family  minis- 
ter, the  Reverend  B.  H.  Lingenfelter  of 
the  Christian  Church  of  Torrance,  Cali- 
fornia. When  he  was  asked  to  officiate  at 
the  marriage  on  June  19th,- he  delightedly 
explained  that  this  was  the  same  date  as 
his  own  marriage  many  years  before. 

Most  of  the  afternoon,  during  lulls  in 
the  hilarity,  Jim  strummed  the  guitar  and 
sang  "I  Love  You  Truly"  and  "Always"  to 
Marilyn,  who  was  unusually  pensive  that 
day.  Her  only  contribution  to  the  fun 
was  a  quiet  smile  of  pride — and  six  lemon 
pies.  (They  were  dreams,  and  I  never  did 
get  the  recipe,  which  she  learned  from 
her  mother.) 

I  recall  that  it  was  Aunt  Anna  (with 
whom  Marilyn  lived  for  some  time)  who 
had  the  wedding  dress  made.  It  was  a 
lovely  thing  of  eyelet  embroidered  or- 
gandy, and  while  a  group  of  us  were  look- 
ing at  it,  someone  brought  up  the  question 
of  who  would  give  the  reception  after  the 
wedding.  Marilyn  spoke  up  promptly  and 
said,  "The  bride's  parents  are  supposed  to 
take  care  of  that!" 

"I  know  dear,"  one  of  the  catty  feminine 
neighbors  said,  "but  you  have  no  parents." 
I'll  never  forget  the  look  of  sadness  Mar- 
ilyn gave  me.  And  I  Still  detest  the 
thought  of  that  offending  woman. 

To  this  day  I  can  close  my  eyes  and  see 
the  wedding  as  though  it  were  a  part  of 
last  night's  movie.  Marilyn  was  the  most 
gorgeous  bride  I've  ever  seen.  The  wed- 
ding was  held  in  a  lovely  home  of  family 
friends  on  Bronson  Avenue  in  Westwood. 
Their  twin  daughters  were  the  ribbon- 
stretchers  and  my  son,  Westy,  age  eight, 
was  the  ring  bearer,  proudly  carrying  the 
wedding  rings  on  a  satin  pillow.  (Today 
he  is  at  Camp  Kilmer,  New  Jersey,  await- 
ing embarkation  for  overseas  duty.) 

Everyone  seemed  to  be  weeping  as  the 
"I  do's"  were  said,  except  the  bride  and 
groom.  As  they  kissed,  Mrs.  Anderson, 
who  had  kept  Marilyn  for  awhile,  ex- 
claimed, "That's  my  baby!  That's  my 
baby!"  I  know  that  Marilyn  was  sad- 
dened because  her  own  mother  couldn't 
be  present,  but  on  that  happy  day  she  had 
a  half-dozen  mothers! 

Then,  after  the  moment  of  ecstasy,  the 
fun  started.  My  older  brother,  Marion, 
who  never  could  resist  a  practical  joke 
said  that  it  would  be  a  shame  to  deprive 
the  public  of  a  chance  to  see  such  a  beau- 
tiful creature.  (He  didn't  know  how  pro- 
phetic his  words  were.)  And  as  a  result, 
after  the  wedding  pictures  were  taken, 
Marilyn  was .  kidnapped! 

Marilyn  appeared  at  the  proper  moment 
and  we  all  waited  for  her  to  throw  the 
bridal  bouquet.  She  raised  her  arm  and 
exclaimed,  "To  heck  with  that!  I'm  tak- 
ing these  flowers  home  to  press  and  keep." 
A  moment  later,  she  disappeared.  Jim 
searched  for  her  and  was  finally  told  that 
she  was  out  in  front  in  a  car,  ready  to  go 
to  the  Florentine  Gardens,  a  night  spot 
on  Hollywood  Boulevard  about  a  mile 
below  Vine  Street.  It  took  a  lot  of  per- 
suasion for  Jim  to  go  along,  but  he  finally 
did,  and  when  they  entered  the  place,  the 
band  struck  up  "Here  Comes  The  Bride." 
During  the  drinking  of  toasts  to  the  bride, 


a  Conga  line  was  started,  and  Marilyn 
joined  it,  still  wearing  her  veil.  She  seemed 
to  be  having  the  time  of  her  life  but  I  did 
see  her  look  anxiously  toward  Jim  every 
now  and  then,  who  appeared  to  be  sulking 
at  the  sidelines.  I  knew  he  was  only  try- 
ing to  be  patient  while  his  friends  had 
their  fun,  and  it  didn't  oecur  to  me  that 
this  scene  was  an  actual  preview  of  what 
was  to  happen  to  their  love  some  years 
later. 

You  may  have  read  in  some  column  or 
other  a  casual  reference  to  Marilyn 
Monroe's  marriage  to  a  young  aircraft 
worker — a  marriage  of  short  duration. 
Don't  you  believe  it!  Those  two  kids  were 
married  for  four  years.  They  were  so 
madly  in  love  that  it  hurt  to  watch  them. 
The  reasons  for  their  divorce  were  pathetic, 
almost  stupid,  but  at  no  time  during  their 
marriage  was  Marilyn  other  than  a  duti- 
ful, adoring  wife  and  a  perfect  house- 
keeper. 

I'm  a  little  ahead  of  the  story,  but  I  had 
to  say  that,  because  I  love  my  brother 
Jim,  and  I  loved  Marilyn  as  I  would  my 
own  sister. 

There  was  no  time  for  a  honeymoon, 
because  Jim  had  just  started  work  at  the 
Lockheed  Aircraft  factory.  So  they  moved 
into  a  little  house  they  rented  on  Bessemer 
Street  in  Van  Nuys,  and  Marilyn  plunged 
into  the  role  of  housewife  with  great 
eagerness.  At  last  she  had  her  own  home. 
She  tried  out  recipes  by  the  dozen  on  all 
of  us.  If  ever  there  was  a  girl  in  love  with 
her  man,  Marilyn  showed  it  in  every  way. 


You  can  learn  plenty  from  Holly- 
wood prop  men.  One  told  me  that 
all  champagne  bottles,  besides  the 
standard  magnum,  are  named  for 
Biblical  characters.  There's  the 
Jeroboam  (4  quarts),  the  Reho- 
boam  (6  quarts),  the  Methuselah 
(2  gallons)  and  the  granddaddy  of 
them  all,  the  Nebuchadnezzar  (5 
gallons). 

Sidney  Skolsky  in 
Hollywood  Is  My  Beat 


She  packed  Jim's  lunch  every  day  and 
on  the  19th  of  each  month,  their  anniver- 
sary, she  always  enclosed  some  little 
token  or  memento — a  note,  or  a  small  gift. 

During  the  first  year,  Marilyn  came  to 
my  home  many  times,  to  play  with  my 
son,  Larry.  "My  first  baby  has  to  be  a 
boy,"  she  told  me,  "a  second  Larry."  And 
she  was  wonderfully  kind  and  patient  with 
me  while  I  was  carrying  my  little  Denny. 
At  the  time  I  was  staying  with  my  mother 
in  Van  Nuys,  so  Marilyn  stayed  with  me 
during  the  day,  and  Jim  picked  her  up 
at  night. 

One  day  Marilyn  asked,  "Elyda,  do  you 
have  to  go  through  all  this  when  you  have 
a  baby?" 

I  replied,  "Yes,  honey,  you  have  to.  If 
you  want  your  own  child  you  must  bear 
it." 

Without  hesitation  she  declared,  "Well 
then,  if  you  do,  you  do.  I  certainly  want 
to  be  the  mother  I  was  intended  to  be!" 

On  the  evening  of  October  6,  1942,  at  six 
p.m.,  Marilyn  left  and  made  me  promise  to 
call  her  if  anything  happened.  Denny  was 
born  the  next  morning  at  three,  and  when 
Jim  and  Marilyn  arrived  at  seven,  my  new 
sister-in-law  had  a  wee,  pink  and  sprawl- 
ing mite  of  humanity  on  her  hands.  She'd 
never  handled  a  baby  before,  but  her  con- 
fusion soon  changed.  She  took  over  exact- 
ly as  though  she'd  been  a  trained  nurse. 

For  almost  a  year,  young  Mrs,  Dough- 
erty was  the  happiest  bride  alive.  Then, 
abruptly,  Jim  came  home  one  night  with 
the  news  that  his  draft  status  had  changed 
and  he  had  enlisted  in  the  Maritime  Serv- 
ice. They   were  separated  briefly  when 


he  went  to  boot  camp,  but  within  a  month 
he  was  back  home  with  the  news  that 
he  would  be  stationed  at  Catalina  Island 
as  an  athletic  instructor,  and  that,  being 
a  married  man,  a  furnished  apartment 
went  with  the  job. 

Now  they  were  deliriously  happy,  for 
they  could  have  their  honeymoon,  and 
Uncle  Sam  would  pay  for  it! 

While  Jim  was  sweating  it  out  with  the 
new  recruits,  Marilyn  did  the  shopping 
and  cooking.  In  the  evening,  they  danced 
with  friends  to  the  tunes  from  a  new 
record  player.  And  Marilyn,  daytimes, 
seldom  ventured  on  the  beach.  It  was  a 
re-occurrence  of  the  trouble  she'd  had 
since  early  in  her  teens.  She  was  just  too 
beautiful.  As  one  friend  put  it,  "She  can't 
help  it  that  men's  wives  look  at  her  and 
get  so  jealous  they  want  to  throw  rocks!" 

All  this  time  Marilyn's  constant  com- 
panion was  Muggsy,  a  mutt  collie  dog. 
She  spent  hours  bathing  him,  grooming 
him,  teaching  him  tricks.  For  those  four 
delightful  months  they  were  inseparable 
when  Jim  was  not  home.  (I  mention  this 
because  old  Muggsy  played  an  important 
part  in  what  happened  later  in  their  lives 
— and  almost  saved  their  marriage.) 

Then  came  the  day  that  Jim  had  to  ship 
out.  That  weekend,  Marilyn  came  to 
visit  me.  She'd  no  sooner  stepped  out 
of  her  car  than  a  man,  passing  slowly 
in  a  convertible  whistled  at  her  and  yelled, 
"Some  shape!"  Marilyn  turned  and  yelled 
at  him,  "Move  on,  old  man— go  pick  on 
somebody  nearer  your  own  age."  And  as 
she  came  up  the  walk,  her  eyes  were  filled 
with  fury.  That  night  we  had  a  family 
conference  and  Marilyn  tearfully  urged 
mother,  who  was  then  working  as  com- 
pany nurse  at  Radio  Plane,  makers  of 
target  planes  for  Air  Corps  gunnery  prac- 
tice, to  help  her  get  a  job.  Like  many 
other  young  wives,  she  couldn't  bear  the 
thought  of  the  endless  lonely  hours  of 
inactivity.  She  couldn't  find  words  of 
her  own  to  explain  to  Jim,  so  "in  one  of  the 
first  of  her  daily  letters  to  him  she  simply 
copied  the  words  of  the  song,  "I  Walk 
Alone."  ... 

And  Marilyn  meant  every  word  of  it. 
More  than  one  man  at  Radio  Plane  wanted 
to  date  her.  Even  in  cover-alls  she  was 
lusciously  feminine.  But  before  long  the 
word  got  around  that  Marilyn  was  walk- 
ing alone — for  keeps — until  her  man  got 
home.  All  she  thought  of  was  working 
and  making  money  to  save  for  Jim  and 
their  future  together. 

I  remember  Mom  bawling  her  out  for 
working  in  the  paint  shop.  "Honey,"  she 
said,  "you'll  ruin  your  beautiful  hair — 
and  all  those  fumes — it's  just  not  good  for 
your  health." 

But  Marilyn  persisted,  even  though  she 
came  home  looking  a  wreck,  until  Mom 
finally  settled  the  matter  by  going  quietly 
to  an  official  of  the  company,  who  ar- 
ranged a  transfer. 

Marilyn  never  hinted  that  she  knew 
what  had  happened,  but  the  first  thing 
we  knew,  she  announced  that  she'd  taken 
a  modeling  job.  I  asked  her  whether  she'd 
told  Jim  about  this.  She  replied  simply, 
"Of  course.  I  tell  Jim  everything." 

About  this  time  Radio  Plane  was  plan- 
ning the  first  company  picnic,  and  the 
girl  who  sold  the  most  tickets  was  to  be 
crowned  queen  of  the  event.  Marilyn 
was  too  preoccupied  to  enter  into  the 
event,  but  the  men  in  her  department  took 
over,  and  she  was  elected  hands  down. 

I'll  never  forget  the  day.  When  the 
ceremony  of  crowning  the  queen  was  over 
Marilyn  was  so  thrilled  and  touched 
what  her  co-workers  had  done  for  her 
that  she  broke  down  and  cried.  Then,  re 
covering  her  composure,  she  relaxed  her 
almost  chilly  attitude  toward  the  men  with 


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he  lacked  was  the  ambition  to  stand  in 
the  spotlight. 

When  he  proposed  to  Marilyn,  none  of 
us  knew  about  it  until  they  returned 
with  the  ring.  Jim  was  21  at  the  time,  and 
Marilyn  not  quite  16. 

"Do  you  know  what?"  he  said  to  me  in 
amazement.  "She  wouldn't  take  the  en- 
gagement ring  I'd  picked  out.  She  said  it 
was  much  too  expensive,  so  we  picked  out 
a  smaller  set."  I've  never  seen  a  happier 
girl  after  the  engagement  announcement. 

In  the  crowded  memories  one  big  day 
was  the  Sunday  on  which  we  had  our 
annual  family  picnic  at  Lake  Sherwood. 
Among  those  present  was  our  family  minis- 
ter, the  Reverend  B.  H.  Lingenfelter  of 
the  Christian  Church  of  Torrance,  Cali- 
fornia. When  he  was  asked  to  officiate  at 
the  marriage  on  June  19th,  he  delightedly 
explained  that  this  was  the  same  date  as 
his  own  marriage  many  years  before. 

Most  of  the  afternoon,  during  lulls  in 
the  hilarity,  Jim  strummed  the  guitar  and 
sang  "I  Love  You  Truly"  and  "Always"  to 
Marilyn,  who  was  unusually  pensive  that 
day.  Her  only  contribution  to  the  fun 
was  a  quiet  smile  of  pride — and  six  lemon 
pies.  (They  were  dreams,  and  I  never  did 
get  the  recipe,  which  she  learned  from 
her  mother.) 

I  recall  that  it  was  Aunt  Anna  (with 
whom  Marilyn  lived  for  some  time)  who 
had  the  wedding  dress  made.  It  was  a 
lovely  thing  of  eyelet  embroidered  or- 
gandy, and  while  a  group  of  us  were  look- 
ing at  it,  someone  brought  up  the  question 
of  who  would  give  the  reception  after  the 
wedding.  Marilyn  spoke  up  promptly  and 
said,  "The  bride's  parents  are  supposed  to 
take  care  of  that!" 

"I  know  dear,"  one  of  the  catty  feminine 
neighbors  said,  "but  you  have  no  parents." 
I'll  never  forget  the  look  of  sadness  Mar- 
ilyn gave  me.  And  I  Still  detest  the 
thought  of  that  offending  woman. 

To  this  day  I  can  close  my  eyes  and  see 
the  wedding  as  though  it  were  a  part  of 
last  night's  movie.  Marilyn  was  the  most 
gorgeous  bride  I've  ever  seen.  The  wed- 
ding was  held  in  a  lovely  home  of  family 
friends  on  Bronson  Avenue  in  Westwood. 
Their  twin  daughters  were  the  ribbon- 
stretchers  and  my  son,  Westy,  age  eight, 
was  the  ring  bearer,  proudly  carrying  the 
wedding  rings  on  a  satin  pillow.  (Today 
he  is  at  Camp  Kilmer,  New  Jersey,  await- 
ing embarkation  for  overseas  duty.) 

Everyone  seemed  to  be  weeping  as  the 
"I  do's"  were  said,  except  the  bride  and 
groom.  As  they  kissed,  Mrs.  Anderson, 
who  had  kept  Marilyn  for  awhile,  ex- 
claimed, "That's  my  baby!  That's  my 
baby!"  I  know  that  Marilyn  was  sad- 
dened because  her  own  mother  couldn't 
be  present,  but  on  that  happy  day  she  had 
a  half-dozen  mothers! 

Then,  after  the  moment  of  ecstasy,  the 
fun  started.  My  older  brother,  Marion, 
who  never  could  resist  a  practical  joke 
said  that  it  would  be  a  shame  to  deprive 
the  public  of  a  chance  to  see  such  a  beau- 
tiful creature.  (He  didn't  know  how  pro- 
phetic his  words  were.)  And  as  a  result, 
after  the  wedding  *  pictures  were  taken, 
Marilyn  was  kidnapped! 

Marilyn  appeared  at  the  proper  moment 
and  we  all  waited  for  her  to  throw  the 
bridal  bouquet.  She  raised  her  arm  and 
exclaimed,  "To  heck  with  that!  I'm  tak- 
ing these  flowers  home  to  press  and  keep." 
A  moment  later,  she  disappeared.  Jim 
searched  for  her  and  was  finally  told  that 
she  was  out  in  front  in  a  car,  ready  to  go 
to  the  Florentine  Gardens,  a  night  spot 
on  Hollywood  Boulevard  about  a  mile 
below  Vine  Street.  It  took  a  lot  of  per- 
suasion for  Jim  to  go  along,  but  he  finally 
did,  and  when  they  entered  the  place,  the 
band  struck  up  "Here  Comes  The  Bride." 
During  the  drinking  of  toasts  to  the  bride, 


a  Conga  line  was  started,  and  Marilyn 
joined  it,  still  wearing  her  veil.  She  seemed 
to  be  having  the  time  of  her  life  but  I  did 
see  her  look  anxiously  toward  Jim  every 
now  and  then,  who  appeared  to  be  sulking 
at  the  sidelines.  I  knew  he  was  only  try- 
ing to  be  patient  while  his  friends  had 
their  fun,  and  it  didn't  oecur  to  me  that 
this  scene  was  an  actual  preview  of  what 
was  to  happen  to  their  love  some  years 
later. 

You  may  have  read  in  some  column  or 
other  a  casual  reference  to  Marilyn 
Monroe's  marriage  to  a  young  aircraft 
worker — a  marriage  of  short  duration. 
Don't  you  believe  it!  Those  two  kids  were 
married  for  four  years.  They  were  so 
madly  in  love  that  it  hurt  to  watch  them. 
The  reasons  for  their  divorce  were  pathetic, 
almost  stupid,  but  at  no  time  during  their 
marriage  was  Marilyn  other  than  a  duti- 
ful, adoring  wife  and  a  perfect  house- 
keeper. 

I'm  a  little  ahead  of  the  story,  but  I  had 
to  say  that,  because  I  love  my  brother 
Jim,  and  I  loved  Marilyn  as  I  would  my 
own  sister. 

There  was  no  time  for  a  honeymoon, 
because  Jim  had  just  started  work  at  the 
Lockheed  Aircraft  factory.  So  they  moved 
into  a  little  house  they  rented  on  Bessemer 
Street  in  Van  Nuys,  and  Marilyn  plunged 
into  the  role  of  housewife  with  great 
eagerness.  At  last  she  had  her  own  home. 
She  tried  out  recipes  by  the  dozen  on  all 
of  us.  If  ever  there  was  a  girl  in  love  with 
her  man,  Marilyn  showed  it  in  every  way. 


You  can  learn  plenty  from  Holly- 
wood prop  men.  One  told  me  that 
all  champagne  bottles,  besides  the 
standard  magnum,  are  named  for 
Biblical  characters.  There's  the 
Jeroboam  (4  quarts),  the  Reho- 
boam  (6  quarts),  the  Methuselah 
(2  gallons)  and  the  granddaddy  of 
them  all,  the  Nebuchadnezzar  (5 
gallons). 

Sidney  Skolsky  in 
Hollywood  Is  My  Beat 


She  packed  Jim's  lunch  every  day  and 
on  the  19th  of  each  month,  their  anniver- 
sary, she  always  enclosed  some  little 
token  or  memento — a  note,  or  a  small  gift. 

During  the  first  year,  Marilyn  came  to 
my  home  many  times,  to  play  with  my 
son,  Larry.  "My  first  baby  has  to  be  a 
boy,"  she  told  me,  "a  second  Larry."  And 
she  was  wonderfully  kind  and  patient  with 
me  while  I  was  carrying  my  little  Denny. 
At  the  time  I  was  staying  with  my  mother 
in  Van  Nuys,  so  Marilyn  stayed  with  me 
during  the  day,  and  Jim  picked  her  up 
at  night. 

One  day  Marilyn  asked,  "Elyda,  do  you 
have  to  go  through  all  this  when  you  have 
a  baby?" 

I  replied,  "Yes,  honey,  you  have  to.  If 
you  want  your  own  child  you  must  bear 
it." 

Without  hesitation  she  declared,  "Well 
then,  if  you  do,  you  do.  I  certainly  want 
to  be  the  mother  I  was  intended  to  be!" 

On  the  evening  of  October  6,  1942,  at  six 
p.m.,  Marilyn  left  and  made  me  promise  to 
call  her  if  anything  happened.  Denny  was 
born  the  next  morning  at  three,  and  when 
Jim  and  Marilyn  arrived  at  seven,  my  new 
sister-in-law  had  a  wee,  pink  and  sprawl- 
ing mite  of  humanity  on  her  hands.  She'd 
never  handled  a  baby  before,  but  her  con- 
fusion soon  changed.  She  took  over  exact- 
ly as  though  she'd  been  a  trained  nurse. 

For  almost  a  year,  young  Mrs,  Dough- 
erty was  the  happiest  bride  alive.  Then, 
abruptly,  Jim  came  home  one  night  with 
the  news  that  his  draft  status  had  changed 
and  he  had  enlisted  in  the  Maritime  Serv- 
ice. They   were  separated   briefly  when 


he  went  to  boot  camp,  but  within  a  month 
he  was  back  home  with  the  news  that 
he  would  be  stationed  at  Catalina  Island 
as  an  athletic  instructor,  and  that,  being 
a  married  man,  a  furnished  apartment 
went  with  the  job. 

Now  they  were  deliriously  happy,  for 
they  could  have  their  honeymoon,  and 
Uncle  Sam  would  pay  for  it! 

While  Jim  was  sweating  it  out  with  the  | 
new  recruits,  Marilyn  did  the  shopping  \ 
and  cooking.  In  the  evening,  they  danced 
with  friends  to  the  tunes  from  a  new 
record  player.  And  Marilyn,  daytimes, 
seldom  ventured  on  the  beach.  It  was  a 
re-occurrence  of  the  trouble  she'd  had 
since  early  in  her  teens.  She  was  just  too 
beautiful.  As  one  friend  put  it,  "She  can't 
help  it  that  men's  wives  look  at  her  and 
get  so  jealous  they  want  to  throw  rocks!" 

All  this  time  Marilyn's  constant  com- 
panion was  Muggsy,  a  mutt  collie  dog. 
She  spent  hours  bathing  him,  grooming 
him,  teaching  him  tricks.  For  those  four 
delightful  months  they  were  inseparable 
when  Jim  was  not  home.  (I  mention  this 
because  old  Muggsy  played  an  important 
part  in  what  happened  later  in  their  lives 
— -and  almost  saved  their  marriage.) 

Then  came  the  day  that  Jim  had  to  ship 
out.  That  weekend,  Marilyn  came  to 
visit  me.  She'd  no  sooner  stepped  out 
of  her  car  than  a  man,  passing  slowly 
in  a  convertible  whistled  at  her  and  yelled, 
"Some  shape!"  Marilyn  turned  and  yelled 
at  him,  "Move  on,  old  man— go  pick  on 
somebody  nearer  your  own  age."  And  as 
she  came  up  the  walk,  her  eyes  were  filled 
with  fury.  That  night  we  had  a  family 
conference  and  Marilyn  tearfully  urged 
mother,  who  was  then  working  as  com- 
pany nurse  at  Radio  Plane,  makers  of 
target  planes  for  Air  Corps  gunnery  prac- 
tice, to  help  her  get  a  job.  Like  many 
other  young  wives,  she  couldn't  bear  the 
thought  of  the  endless  lonely  hours  of 
inactivity.  She  couldn't  find  words  of 
her  own  to  explain  to  Jim,  so  "in  one  of  the 
first  of  her  daily  letters  to  him  she  simply 
copied  the  words  of  the  song,  "I  Walk 
Alone."  ... 

And  Marilyn  meant  every  word  of  it. 
More  than  one  man  at  Radio  Plane  wanted 
to  date  her.  Even  in  cover-alls  she  was 
lusciously  feminine.  But  before  long  the 
word  got  around  that  Marilyn  was  walk- 
ing alone — for  keeps — until  her  man  got 
home.  All  she  thought  of  was  working  i 
and  making  money  to  save  for  Jim  and! 
their  future  together. 

I  remember  Mom  bawling  her  out  fori 
working  in  the  paint  shop.  "Honey,"  she  R 
said,  "you'll  ruin  your  beautiful  hair — \ 
and  all  those  fumes — it's  just  not  good  fori  ^ 
your  health." 

But  Marilyn  persisted,  even  though  she 
came  home  looking  a  wreck,  until  Mom 
finally  settled  the  matter  by  going  quietly 
to  an  official  of  the  company,  who  ar-  | 
ranged  a  transfer. 

Marilyn  never  hinted  that  she  knew, 
what  had  happened,  but  the  first  thing 
we  knew,  she  announced  that  she'd  taken 
a  modeling  job.  I  asked  her  whether  she'd 
told  Jim  about  this.  She  replied  simply, 
"Of  course.  I  tell  Jim  everything." 

About  this  time  Radio  Plane  was  plan-; 
ning  the  first  company  picnic,  and  the 
girl  who  sold  the  most  tickets  was  to  be! 
crowned  queen  of  the  event.  Marilyn] 
was  too  preoccupied  to  enter  into  thel 
event,  but  the  men  in  her  department  took 
over,  and  she  was  elected  hands  down. 

I'll  never  forget  the  day.  When  thei 
ceremony  of  crowning  the  queen  was  over; 
Marilyn  was  so  thrilled  and  touched  at 
what  her  co-workers  had  done  for  hei 
that  she  broke  down  and  cried.  Then,  re- 
covering her  composure,  she  relaxed  hei 
almost  chilly  attitude  toward  the  men  with; 


3ive 


in  the  Beautiful 
Christmas  Carton 


Distinctive -with  a  truly 

different  flavor  and  aroma— extra-mild 
F ATI  MA  continues  to  grow  in  favor 
among  King-size  cigarette  smokers 
everywhere. 

The  Difference 
is  Quality 


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whom  she'd  been  working  and  danced 
with  every  one  of  them. 

"Gosh,"  a  fellow  named  Bill  exclaimed  to 
me,  after  he'd  been  cut  out,  "what  a  girl!" 

"I  know,"  I  replied.  "Isn't  it  too  bad 
she's  married?" 

"Yeah,"  he  grinned  ruefully.  "All  she 
talks  about  is  'wait  until  Jim  gets  home!' " 

And  when  Jim  did  come  home,  Marilyn 
promptly  introduced  him  to  the  whole 
gang  at  the  next  company  dance.  She 
made  .the  complete  rounds.  "Joe,  this  is 
my  husband,  Jimmie."  Then  she'd  stand 
there,  completely  lost  in  silent  adoration 
of  her  man.  After  awhile,  this  routine  be- 
gan to  embarrass  Jim.  He  said  to  her, 
"Honey,  after  you  introduce  me,  for  Pete's 
sake  start  a  conversation  or  something. 
Just  don't  stand  there  looking  at  me  with 
those  big  eyes.  People  just  don't  under- 
stand!" 

In  those  highly  .emotional  days  many 
hearts  were  broken.  Service  men  came 
home  to  find  their  wives  and  sweethearts 
no  longer  belonged  to  them.  When  I  read 
somewhere,  a  few  months  ago,  that  Mar- 
ilyn had  sent  Jim  a  "Dear  John"  letter 
while  he  was  overseas,  I  was  furious. 
Marilyn  never  wrote  such  a  letter,  then. 

Today,  Jim  has  remarried.  He  has  a 
lovely  wife,  three  children,  and  is  com- 
pletely happy  again,  but  his  marriage  to 
Marilyn  did  not  crack  up  through  jeal- 
ousy and  lack  of  faith  to  each  other  dur- 
ing war  time. 


Naturally,  Marilyn  was  aware  that  other 
wives  and  sweethearts  dated  while 
their  men  were  away,  but  she  never  did. 
Furthermore,  she  never  gossiped  about 
these  situations,  nor  would  she  listen  to 
gossip.  Her  whole  life  was  wrapped  up  in 
her  love  for  her  husband. 

The  trouble  that  was  brewing  between 
them  was  a  long  way  from  the  surface. 
When  Jim  came  home,  they  had  their  own 
secret  places  to  go  together.  Marilyn  was 
lost  to  all  her  friends  until  Jim  shipped 
out  again.  They  were  so  completely  happy 
that  they  didn't  need  anybody  else. 

The  rest  of  the  world,  however,  was  be- 
ginning to  need  Marilyn.  From  the  pub- 
licity that  came  from  her  being  crowned 
Radio  Plane  Queen,  more  and  more  mod- 
eling jobs  were  forthcoming.  Most  of  the 
time  she  could  do  these  while  Jim  was 
away,  but  on  one  occasion  Marilyn  had 
some  pictures  to  do  at  a  turkey  ranch. 
Jim  went  along  and  busied  himself  else- 
where while  she  was  working.  On  the 
way  home  he  kidded  her  about  feeling 
like  being  married  to  a  movie  star. 

Marilyn  was  very  subdued  when  they 
came  back  to  the  house  and  went  im- 
mediately to  her  room  and  closed  the 
door.  None  of  us  thought  anything  about 
it  at  the  time,  until  my  son,  Westy, 
rushed  downstairs  exclaiming,  "Uncle  Jim 
— Uncle  Jim — Auntie  is  upstairs  crying!" 

Jim  took  the  stairs  two  at  a  time.  When 
he  finally  managed  to  calm  Marilyn  down 
he  found  out  the  reason  for  her  hysteria. 
She  had  lost  her  engagement  ring  at  the 
ranch  and  was  completely  heartbroken. 
This,  and  Jim's  kidding  had  been  too  much. 

Yet,  in  that  quiet  way  she  has,  the  tears 
were  soon  gone.  Being  a  Christian  Scien- 
tist, Marilyn  firmly  believed  that  they 
would  find  the  ring.  Imagine  being  cer- 
tain you  could  locate  such  a  tiny  thing 
as  a  diamond  in  a  field  of  several  thou- 
sand turkeys.  We  all  tried  to  convince 
her  it  was  a  lost  cause,  looking  for  the 
ring  that  might  by  this  time  be  nestled  in 
the  tummy  of  a  fat  bird  on  the  way  to  the 
butcher's,  but  she  was  determined. 

The  next  day  they  went  back  to  the 
ranch.  They  retraced  every  step  Marilyn 
could  remember  they  had  taken,  and  be- 
lieve it  or  not,  came  home  with  the  ring. 

Every  time  Jim  shipped  out,  Marilyn 
went  through  a  period  of  desperate  lone- 

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liness.  She  and  Mother  became  the  clos- 
est "of  companions,  going  to  the  beaches 
and  the  movies  together  as  she  talked  of 
her  future  plans.  She  was  satisfied  enough 
with  the  $40  salary,  but  as  she  said,  "I 
don't  want  to  work  in  the  'dope  room' 
forever.  (This  was  the  room  in  which  lac- 
quer was  applied  to  wings.)  Jim  will 
have  to  decide  what  he's  going  to  do  when 
the  war  is  over,  and  if  we're  lucky,  we'll 
have  enough  saved  so  we  can  have  our 
own  home  and  he  can  take  plenty  of 
time  to  choose  the  line  of  work  that  will 
really  make  him  happy." 

If  memory  serves  me  correctly,  Mother 
told  me  about  this  the  day  before  Marilyn 
was  nearly  killed  in  an  accident.  "I  just 
love  that  girl,"  she  said.  "I  never  knew 
anyone  more  unselfish,  but  she  is  so  lost 
in  her  own  world  that  she  frightens  me." 

The  words  could  have  been  interpreted 
to  have  been  a  premonition,  for  the  next 
evening  I  had  a  phone  call.  Marilyn  was 
laughing,  but  there  was  an  edge  to  her 
voice  as  though  she  was  on  the  verge  of 
tears.  She'd  been  driving  home  from  a 
modeling  job  in  the  little  Ford  V-8  she 
arid  Jim  owned  at  the  time.  "I  guess  I 
must  have  been  dreaming  again,"  she  said, 
"because  I  drove  head-on  into  a  street 
car.  You  should  see  our  poor  car.  It's 
completely  demolished!" 

"But  what  about  you?"  I  asked  anx- 
iously. "Are  you  all  right?" 

"Sure,  honey,"  she  replied.  "All  I  have 
is  a  small  bump  on  the  head.  I  guess  it's 
a  miracle  that  I'm  alive." 

This  was  shortly  before  Christmas.  Jim 
came  home  on  leave,  the  war  was  almost 


Jack  Palance  wore  a  built-up  nose 
to  look  more  romantic  in  Sudden 
Fear  with  Joan  Crawford. 

over,  and  they  were  all  set  for  a  wonder- 
ful holiday.  Then  Marilyn  had  a  call 
from  the  model  agency — a  nice-paying 
job  up  in  the  mountains  for  some  pic- 
tures to  be  taken  iri  the  snow.  Jim  wanted 
her  to  cancel  out  so  the  family  could  all 
be  together  on  Christmas  Day.  Marilyn 
pointed  out  that  if  she  refused  to  go,  she'd 
not  only  lose  this  job,  but  others.  It  was 
a  part  of  what  you  had  to  put  up  with  in 
the  modeling  profession.  Anyway,  he 
could  come  along  with.  her. 

You  know  how  it  is  with  a  man,  some- 
times. They  didn't  really  need  the  money. 
He  felt,  and  not  without  reason,  that  he'd 
look  and  feel  silly  tracking  along  after 
her,  but  Marilyn  couldn't  see  it  that  way. 
Stubbornly,  they  argued,  until  Marilyn 
stormed  out  of  the  house. 

That  was  the  most  miserable  Christmas 
either  of  them  had  ever  spent. 

Now  the  rift  between  them  began  to 
widen.  With  the  war  over  and  Jim  home 
to  stay,  the  differences  which  seemed 
small  in  view  of  their  love  for  each  other 
began  to  grow  to  terrible  proportions.  Be- 
fore any  of  us  realized  what  was  happen- 
ing, they  had  separated.  I  like  to  think, 
sometimes,  that  if  the  war  had  not  inter- 
vened, Jim  might  have  gone  on  to  become 
an  outstanding  actor,  and  Marilyn,  his 
wife,  could  then  have  pursued  the  same 
profession.  But  then,  that's  just  a  senti- 
mental sister,  dreaming. 

From,  the  time  of  Marilyn's  first  movie 
offer,  the  die  was  cast.  His  ultimatum 
was  that  she  had  to  choose  him  or  Holly- 
wood. 

Marilyn  was  heartsick.  "I  love  Jimmie 
so  much,"  she  told  Mom,  "but  I  just  can't 
understand  his  attitude." 

Mother  advised  Marilyn  to  do  as  she 
thought  best,  and  no  matter  what  she  did, 
she  would  still  be  loved  and  understood  by 
the  family,  who  would  always  stick  by  her. 

The  divorce  came  in  the  fall  of  1946. 


Marilyn  went  to  Las  Vegas,  and  when  she 
returned  we  saw  and  heard  very  little  of 
her.  I  know  why.  She  blamed  a  great 
deal  of  the  trouble  on  herself. 

Jim  was  temporarily  living  at  home  the 
night  the  telephone  rang.  It  was  Marilyn. 
She  was  crying  so  hard  I  couldn't  find  out 
what  the  trouble  was.  She  wanted  to  talk 
to  Jim.  A  moment  later,  he  rushed  out  of 
the  house  and  I  said  a  little  prayer  that 
this  might  mean  reconciliation.  No  woman 
frantically  calls  a  man  she  has  just 
divorced  unless  she  needs  him,  terribly. 

The  next  day  I  learned  that  Muggsy, 
their  ancient  and  lovable  collie,  was  dead. 

That  moment  when  they  faced  each 
other  in  common  grief  over  the  death  of 
their  pet,  the  floodgates  of  emotion  must 
have  opened  wide  again  to  review  for 
them  their  first  pledge  to  love  each  other 
forever.  But,  if  she  cried  her  heart  out  in' 
Jim's  arms  and  asked  him  to  come  back 
to  her,  and  he  refused,  I'll  never  know.1  ■ 

For  when  Jim  returned  home  he  never 
mentioned  what  had  happened  and,  know-  j 
ing  him  I  wouldn't  have  dared  to  ask. 

All  this  happened  a  little  more  than  six  j 
years  ago.  For  Jim's  part,  he  found  i 
what  he  was  looking  for.  He  fell  in  love  \ 
again.  He  found  the  type  of  work  he  wanted. ! 
It  may  be  hard  for  Hollywood  to  under-  j 
stand  the  fact  that  he  became  a  police-  i 
man  and  a  darned  good  one.  That  he  is 
happy  as  a  public  servant,  and  one  of  the 
best,  is  true.  That  he  is  a  good  father  to 
the  three  children  he  loves  so  well,  every- 
one knows.  As  his  sister  I  can  say  that  I 
am  more  than  ordinarily  proud  of  him. 

You  see,  it  is  possible  for  a  man  and  a 
woman  to  find  new  happiness  after  a  first 
great  love  has  failed.  There  is  no  reflection 
to  be  cast  on  either  of  these  young  people 
— Jim  or  Marilyn — for  if  any  couple  should 
penalize  themselves  with  mental  suffering 
for  years  after  a  marriage  failure  they 
wouldn't  be  normal  human  beings. 

Marilyn  and  Jim,  today,  are  young  peo- 
ple to  be  proud  of,  even  though  they  walk 
in  widely  separate  paths — paths  which 
have  crossed  only  once  to  my  knowledge 
since  the  final  separation.  That  was  on 
the  day  Jim  was  assigned  to  a  studio  lot 
where  Marilyn  was  playing  a  bit  part. 

During  the  afternoon,  Marilyn  passed 
by  and  was  surprised  to  see  him  there 
They  talked  cheerfully  for  a  few  moments 
Then  Marilyn  left  to  go  back  to  the  set 
And  as  she  did,  a  worker  stared  at  "Mis< 
Monroe"  in  her  abbreviated  costume.  Like 
the  hasty  little  boy  way  back  in  the  day: 
of  her  childhood,  the  fellow  made  s 
smutty  remark.  He  must  have  been  the 
most  frightened  man  of  the  hour,  be- 
cause he  was  suddenly  jerked  off  his  fee 
in  Jim's  strong  hands. 

"Listen,  you,"  policeman  Jim  Dougherty 
growled,  "watch  your  language!" 

"Take  it  easy,  officer,"  the  terrified  gri] 
gasped,  "I  didn't  mean  anything.  Besides 
what's  it  to  you?" 

"Nothing,"  Jim  snapped.  "Except  you'< 
better  learn  never  to  make  cracks  lik 
that  to  a  lady.   And  that  girl's  a  lady- 
was  married  to  her  for  four  years,  and 
know!" 

That's  the  whole  story.  Perhaps  if  yol 
told  it  to  a  movie  producer  he'd  sa; 
it's  too  improbable  to  be  good  as  a  pictur 
plot.  But,  no  matter  who  she  may  marr; 
— Joe  DiMaggio  or  a  man  she  may  mes 
tomorrow,  Marilyn  Monroe  has  livej 
through  as  great  a  romantic  drama  as  sh 
will  ever  star  in. 

As  for  me,  her  ex-sister-in-law,  Elycj 
Nelson  of  Anaheim,  California,  a  plai! 
housewife  who  never  tried  to  write  ami 
thing  before — much  less  a  screen  play — I 
call  the  story,  "Her  One  True  Love."  E 

(Marilyn  Monroe  can  be  seen  in  20i 
Century-Fox's  Niagara.) 


"we're  not  mad  at  anybody" 

{Continued  from  page  49)  draw  from  it 
some  conclusions,  to  wit: 

That  Jean  Simmons  is  a  girl  who  packs 
some  surprises. 
That  she  is  a  lady  of  spunk  and  spirit. 
That  she  can  take  care  of  herself. 
That   she's    intimidated    by    no  man. 
Check— and  that  includes  her  husband. 

All  this,  of  course,  is  contrary  to  a  fairy 
tale  cherished  by  a  town  which  special- 
izes in  such,  going  something  like  this: 
Demure  Jean  Simmons  is  a  beautiful  dam- 
sel in  distress,  held  in  durance  vile  by  a 
tyrannical  ogre  named  Stewart  Granger 
in  a  sort  of  Bluebeard's  Castle  high  in  the 
Bel-Air  hills.  Throughout  the  past  two 
years  a  great  many  things  have  conspired 
to  kick  this  fascinating  fable  along.  But 
maybe  right  now  is  as  good  a  time  as  any 
to  kick  it  straight  out  the  door. 

Stewart  Granger  is  no  ogre,  but  a  most 
attractive  and  fascinating  man,  deeply  in 
love  with  his  wife  Who,  in  her  way,  runs 
him  as  much  as  he  runs  her.  Their  house 
is  no  Bluebeard's  Castle,  but  a  beautiful 
Italian-style  villa,  too  big  for  two,  so 
they've  moved  to  a  smaller  one.  As  for 
Jean  Simmons,  she  is  indeed  a  beautiful 
damsel,  but  not  necessarily  demure  and 
certainly  in  no  distress.  She's  crazy  about 
her  husband  and,  at  long  last,  about  her 
Hollywood  career.  In  fact,  Jack  Demp- 
sey  had  something  there  about  those  mis- 
directed boxing  gloves.  Until  lately  the 
big  punch  in  the  Granger  family  has  been 
swashbuckling  Stewart  while  Jean,  due  to 
a  protracted  series  of  studio  hassles,  has 
remained  under  wraps  without  one  re- 
leased picture  to  her  name.  But  1953  is 
her  year,  and  she's  coming  out  slugging. 

Jean  shook  herself  loose  as  of  last  May 
10.  From  then  until  August  15,  working 
nights,  Sundays  and  holidays,  she  estab- 
lished an  all-time  Hollywood  record  for 
marathon  movie  making.  Jean  finished 
three  pictures  in  as  many  months.  She 
collapsed  from  sheer  exhaustion  in  the 
middle.  But  after  16  hours'  sleep,  bounced 
right  back  to  work.  As  a  result.  Beauti- 
ful But  Dangerous,  The  Murder,  and 
Breakup  are  set  to  come  at  you — one, 
two,  three— not  to  mention  Androcles  And 
The  Lion,  which  she  started  two  years 
ago  February.  And,  if  like  most  of  the 
American  public,  you  are  still  prone  to 
picture  Jean  Simmons  as  a  fragile  Ophelia 
with  weeping  willow  leaves  in  her  hair, 
you're  due  for  some  surprises.  You'll  see 
her  as  a  gay  comedienne,  psychopathic 
killer,  and  sophisticated  glamor  gal.  In 
Androcles  she  plays  the  classic  Shaw 
comedy  so  sexily  that  her  leading  man, 
Vic  Mature,  was  moved  to  blurt  one  day 
as  she  strolled  on  the  set  in  a  gossamer 
gown,  "Here  comes  the  Barbara  Payton 
of  the  Old  Vic!" 

It  is  true  that  Jean  has  handled  both 
Shakespeare  and  Shaw  with  the  greatest 
of  ease  before  she'd  turned  20,  and  col- 
lected four  international  film  awards  in 
the  process.  But  she  has  also  acquired  a 
dehghtfully  sexy  face  and  figure,  and  a 
warm  personality  full  of  nerve  and  good 
sportsmanship. 

Starting  Beautiful  But  Dangerous  for 
instance,  Jean  spent  all  one  chill  day  being 
thrown  into  the  icy  mountain  waters  of  the 
San  Gabriel  River.  Beginning  The  Murder, 
she  got  her  face  slapped  by  Bob  Mitchum's 
big  paw  all  morning,  and  afternoon,  for  a 
bruised  jaw  but  no  complaints.  And 
pushing  off  on  Breakup  she  tumbled  back- 
wards from  a  ladder— the  toughest  stunt 
of  all  movie  falls— scorning  a  double.  It's 
a  small  wonder  that  when  Jean  departed 
From  RKO  a  few  weeks  ago  a  hard  bitten 
crew  trio  named  "Army,"  "Sarge"  and 
Neal  sniffled  like  babies  to  see  her  go, 
thereby  earning  the  tag  of  "The  Mildew 


Soaping  dulls  hair 
Halo  glorifies  it ! 


v^4^  JpP  Not  a  soap, 
y     not  an  oily  cream 
—Hah  cannot  leave 
-  dulling  soap  film! 


Gives  fragrant  ^ 
'soft-water"  lather 
—needs  no 
special  rinse! 


Wonderfully 
mild  and  gentle 
—does  not  dry 
or  irritate! 


Leaves  hair 
soft,  manageable- 
shining  with  colorful 
natural  highlights.  ^ 
Halo  glorifies  your^^^Kh  ^  *f 
hair  the  very  first  ;p ' ^ 

time  you  use  ityk  f 


Removes 
embarrassing 
dandruff  from  both 
hair  and  scalp! 


Halo  reveals  the  hidden  beauty  of  your 


Sisters."  But  the  tribute  they  paid  Jean 
Simmons  was  even  more  sharp.  "There 
hasn't  been  a  gal  like  her  around  here," 
they  swore,  "since  Carole  Lombard."  As 
any  studio  worker  knows,  that's  the  su- 
preme compliment  in  Hollywood. 

OF  course,  once  a  Hollywood  star  or 
pair  of  stars  gets  stuck  with  a  legend 
any  happenstance  within  sight  or  sound 
can  be  twisted  to  fan  it  along.  It's  been 
the  Grangers'  bad  luck  that  since  their 
wedding  day,  and  even  before,  misinter- 
preted situations  and  events  have  unreeled 
to  picture  Jean  Simmons  as  a  pretty  inno- 
cent, tragically  abused. 

One  morning,  for  example,  when  Jean 
Simmons  showed  for  work  her  eyes  were 
red  and  puffy,  obviously  from  weeping. 
The  same  morning  her  leading  man  had 
a  difficult  scene  to  make  and  asked  for 
a  closed  set.  Closed  set,  puffed  eyes — 
the  gossips  caught  that  quick.  That  eve- 
ning the  Grangers  read,  to  their  surprise: 
"Jean  Simmons  was  so  upset  from  a 
battle  with  her  husband  the  night  before 
that  she  cried  all  day  throughout  her 
scenes."  That  she  had.  But  crying  scenes 
happened  to  be  her  job — both  that  day  and 
the  day  before,  and  Jean  is  not  the  kind 
of  actress  who  weeps  glycerin  tears. 

There  was  the  time  after  Jean's  last 
birthday  when  Stewart  bought  her  a  small 
silver-gray  Jaguar  roadster  and  then,  be- 
cause she  hadn't  driven  in  Los  Angeles' 
murderous  traffic,  he  stuck  at  the  wheel 
himself  until  Jean  got  her  confidence. 
That  rang  out  the  news  that:  "Jean  Sim- 
mons smashed  up  Stewart  Granger's  car 
and  now  he  won't  let  her  drive  hers." 
Actually,  Stewart  sold  his  car  to  buy 
Jean's.  It  wasn't  smashed  by  his  wife  or 
anyone. 

If  they  go  to  Mocambo,  don't  hold  hands, 
don't  kiss,  don't  snuggle  in  a  dance — ■ 
which  they'd  never  do.  in  public — then: 
"The  Stewart  Grangers  looked  unhappy 
and  sullen."  Or  when  they  enter  LaRue 
and  Stewart  steers  his  wife  to  a  table  with 
a  pat  on  the  back,  it's:  "Stewart  Granger 
spanked  his  wife  in  public."  The  night  at 
Charles  Vidor's  party  for  Aly  Khan,  when 
Jean  danced  with  Rita's  prince  for  a  long 
time,  it  was  reported  that:  "Stewart 
Granger  watched  jealously  every  move 
they  made."  Jean's  husband  watched,  it's 
true,  but  it  wasn't  jealousy,  just  pure 
fascination  and  as  far  as  he  could  see 
there  weren't  many  moves.  "I  can't 
understand,"  he  told  her  later,  "how  you 
can  dance  that  long  and  still  not  cover 
more  than  two  yards  of  floor-space!" 

Even  as  personal  and  sentimental  a 
pledge  as  an  engagement  ring  was  good 
for  headlines  with  the  Grangers.  Stewart 
gave  Jean  her  enormous  diamond  in  New 
York  where  she  was  appearing  with  Trio. 
When  she  sailed  back  to  England,  customs 
impounded  it;  that  is,  unless  she  wanted  to 
pay  a  fabulous  duty.  Nothing  could  be 
more  normal  for  a  foreign  bought  bauble 
brought  to  any  land — but  the  way  the  re- 
ports read  you'd  have  thought  Stewart 
was  trying  to  smuggle  in  gems  on  his 
fiancee's  fingers. 

The  child  bride-aging  Lochinvar  stories 
are  just  as  silly.  It  is  perfectly  true  that 
Jean  Simmons  met  Stewart  Granger  when 
she  was  a  tender  16.  But  at  that  age 
she  was  already  pretty  mature.  She  had 
already  been  acting  for  two  years,  been 
in  ballet  school  before  that,  and  had  lived 
through  the  big  London  blitz  to  boot.  She 
didn't  marry  Granger  until  four  years 
later,  during  which  time  they  carried  on 
a  courtship  which  was  fully  approved  by 
both  families.  Girls  get  married  at  20 
and  earlier  everyday  in  America."  And, 
while  an  age-gap  of  15  years  between 
marriage  partners  is  not  ideal,  things  often 
work  out  very  well — as  they  have  with 
the  Grangers,  and  incidentally  with  their 
66  


best  friends,  Michael  Wilding  and  Eliza- 
beth Taylor. 

Their  wedding  in  Tucson,  Arizona,  two 
years  ago  this  December,  was  intrigu- 
ingly  hush-hush — but  again  through  no 
fault  of  Stewart  or  Jean's.  That  was  ar- 
ranged by  Howard  Hughes,  then  dicker- 
ing for  Jean's  contract.  It  was  his  idea 
to  waft  them  mysteriously  to  that  desert 
city  away  from  the  prying  press.  They 
were  dropped  down  in  a  city  they'd  never 
seen,  and  rolled  up  to  a  strange  house 
whose  owner  they  never  met.  Everything 
was  there — flowers,  champagne,  preacher 
and  witnesses — but  the  only  person  either 
member  of  the  wedding  knew  was  best 
man  Michael  Wilding  who'd  flown  out 
from  New  York  in  response  to  their  urgent 
telegram.  After  those  bewildering  nuptials, 
Stewart  and  Jean  spent  their  brief  honey- 
moon at  an  Arizona  inn  where  a  body- 
guard patrolled  to  keep  reporters  and 
photographers  at  a  distance.  Such  secrecy, 
of  course,  only  launched  a  lot  of  dreamed - 
up  yarns,  and  started  the  cloak-and-dag- 
ger legends  of  the  Grangers'  married  life, 
wherein  pale  little  flower -like  Jean  was 
trampled  under  Stewart's  heavy  boot. 

The  truth  is,  Jean  Simmons  is  one  of 
the  most  deceptive  dolls  in  Hollywood. 
Although  daintily  molded,  she  cuts  the 
water  like  a  fish,  bats  a  whistling  tennis 
ball,  water  skiis,  and  could  dance  all  night. 
Her  sporting  blood  comes  naturally  be- 
cause her  father  was  a  physical  education 
teacher,  and  she  started  ballet  lessons  as 
a  kid  of  ,12.  Nothing  pale  or  pallid  suits 
her  in  any  department.  Two  oil  portraits 
of  her  by  the  French  artist,  Domergue, 
hang  on  Stewart  Granger's  bedroom  walls 
today.  They  were  painted  simultaneously 
and  they  show  two  completely  defferent 
women.  One  is  a  mature,  sophisticated 
actress;  the  other  a  tousle-headed  girl 
with  an  elfin  face  and  mischievous, 
laughing  eyes.  Both  are  packed  with 
color  and  both  are  Jean  Simmons,  at 
times.  But  the  impish  girl  is  the  Jean 
that  Stewart  Granger  knows  best,  loves, 
lives  with  and  looks  after. 

Once,  before  they  were  married,  Stew- 
art snagged  a  couple  of  tickets  for  a  play- 
off game  between  the  Yankees  and  the 
Boston  Red  Sox,  and  proudly  told  Jean 
he  would  take  her  to  the  very  special  con- 
test. "You'll  see  Joe  DiMaggio  and  Ted 
Williams,"  he  bragged. 

"Oh?"  she  cooled  him  down.  "I  met 
Joe  DiMaggio  last  night  and  Ted  Wil- 
liams— he's  the  quiet  chap  who  reminds 
me  of  Gary  Cooper,  isn't  he?  They  gave 
me  tickets  and  both  promised  to  hit  home 
runs  for  me  today."  Which  they  did — 
Joe  hit  one  and  Ted  two — while  Stewart 
watched  crestfallen,  his  thunder  stolen. 

The  Grangers  have  been  diamond  fans 
ever  since,  and  one  of  Jean's  prized  po- 


PHOTO  CREDITS 

Below  you  will  find  credited  page  by 
page  the  photographs  which  appear  in 
this  issue. 

6 — Walt  Davis,  CBS,  7 — Lt.  American  Airlines, 
Rt.  Wide  World,  8 — Globe,  30-31 — MGM,  32 
— 20th  Century-Fox,  33 — Top  20th  Century-Fox, 
Top  Cen.  Bert  Parry,  Bot.  Cen.  20th  Century- 
Fox,  Bot.  Gus  Gale,  44-4S — Beerman-Parry,  36 
- — Beerman-Parry,  38 — Universal-International, 
39 — Top  Globe,  Cen.  Bert  Parry,  Bot.  Globe,  40- 
41 — MGM,  42-43— Globe  Photo,  Hymie  Fink, 
44-46 — Beerman-Parry,  48-49 — Bert  Parry,  50- 
51— Antony  Beauchamp,  52-53 — Mrs.  Elyda 
Nelson,  Photograph  No.  11  by  20th  Century- 
Fox,  54-55 — Bob  Beerman,  56 — 20th  Century- 
Fox. 


sessions  is  a  baseball  which  Leo  Durocher 
had  the  Giant  team  autograph  for  her. 
They  seldom  miss  a  game  when  the  Holly- 
wood team  plays  at  home,  screaming  in 
overplayed  British,  "Oh,  jolly  good  show- 
well  played,  topping,  I  say!"  when  their 
team  makes  a  score,  and,  "Rum  go!  Hard 
Cheese!"  etc.,  when  the  ump  calls  one 
foggy.  They're  ringside  regulars  too  at 
the  Hollywood  Legion  fights^  where  Jean 
sometimes  slips  down  in  her  seat  if  the 
blood  starts  to  fly,  but  usually  yells  as 
loud  as  her  old  man.  The  only  thing  she 
can't  take  is  bull  fighting.  Down  in 
Tiajuana,  Mexico,  to  see  Aruzza  not  long 
ago,  Jean  had  to  desert  the  ring  when  the 
matadors  yanked  out  their  swords. 

But  everywhere  else  a  shrinking  violet 
portrait  cf  Mrs.  Granger  obviously 
doesn't  suit  her  true  style  any  more  than 
the  likeness  of  a  truculent  ogre  becomes 
Mr.  G.  In  fact,  behind  the  innocent  facade 
of  Jean's  round  little  face  lurks  a  high 
humor  and  a  ready  wit  which  is  sometimes 
cutting. 

A  while  back,   RKO's  publicity  chief 
called.    "So  and  so,"  he  informed  her, 
naming  a  powerful  columnist, '  "is  calling 
from  New  York.    She  has  a  story  that 
you're  pregnant.    Are  you?" 
"No,"  answered  Jean. 
"Anything  to  say?"  he  pressed. 
"No,"  she   repeated.     "Oh,   yes   I  do. 
I'm  not  pregnant  but  my  poodle,  Bess, 
is.     Just  tell  her  she's  got  the  wrong 
pup."    Only  she  didn't  say  "pup." 

That's  exactly  the  kind  of  thing  Stew- 
art Granger  himself  comes  up  with,  when 
the  ridiculous  humor  of  a  situation  strikes 
him.  You  ask  either  of  the  Grangers  a 
silly  question— and  you  get  a  silly  answer, 
no  matter  who  you  are. 

Stewart  Granger  is  a  Scot  who,  in  many 
ways,  is  as  surprising  and  contradictory 
as  his  wife,  Jean  Simmons.  He  is  not  tact- 
ful. He  is  somewhat 'of  a  ham.  He  is 
hard-headed  enough  to  argue  a  script  or  a 
scene  with  a  producer  or  director  when  he 
thinks  he's  right,  but  there's  yet  to  be  a 
director  or  producer  who  calls  him  poi- 
son. He  can  drive  a  good  business  deal. 

But  Stewarf  is  also  an  impractical  ro- 
mantic with  a  lusty  hunger  for  life  and 
adventure,  a  blithe  spirit,  an  indestructible 
sense  of  humor  and — believe  it  or  not — a 
great  tenderness.  Physically,  he  is  strong, 
six-three  and  all  muscle;  probably,  by  all 
male  standards,  the  most  handsome  crea- 
ture in  Hollywood.  Frankly,  he  is  more 
handsome  a  man  than  Jean  is  a  beautiful 
woman,  which  is  really  beside  the  point, 
since  there  is  nothing  on  Granger's  rec- 
ord to  show  he  ever  operated  as  a  lady 
killer.  In  fact,  one  typically  Hollywood 
item  his  needle'rs  have  been  forced  to 
pass  up  is  this:  Stewart  Granger  has  never 
looked  romantically  at  another  woman  be- 
sides Jean  Simmons  since  he  married  her. 

On  the  contrary,  seeking  he-man  thrills 
has  been  and  still  is  Stewart's  prime 
hobby.  He's  the  kind  of  character  whose, 
idea  of  a  jolly  good  time  is '  drilling  a 
charging  rhino  at  30  paces,  or  sailing  a( 
boat  in  a  tempest.  In  his  hobbies  he| 
has  exhibited  little  caution  either  as  toi 
his  personal  safety  or  the  money  they  cost. 
He's  had  a  country  estate  in  England, 
"Watchers,"  where  he  raised  horses  and 
kept  nine  servants  (which  incidentally 
cost  him  less  than  a  couple  does  in  Holly- 
wood). He's  owned  a  yacht  and  he's 
made  safaris  in  Africa — none  of  which 
are  picayune  projects.  As  a  result,  he's 
cheerfully  used  up  all  the  money  he's 
made  seeking  the  good  things  of  life.  His 
money  still  runs  through  his  fingers  in 
the  same  dedicated  chase.  Although  be- 
tween them  Jean  and  Stewart  earn  a 
small  fortune  each  week  when  they  work,| 
he  still  refers  happily  to  himself  as  "that! 
broke  actor  from  London" — but  without  al 


regret.   A  guy  like  that  is  seldom  narrow 
or  mean. 

Jean  Simmons,  as  a  close  friend  says, 
worships    Stewart.   But    their  relation- 
ship, instead  of  being  austere,  is  easy, 
humorous  and  bantering,  in  which  Stew- 
art delights  to  play  an  indulgent  big 
brother  role,  and  Jean  a  sort  of  callow  kid 
sister.   "If  I  call  her  'Jean'  or  'Darling, 
he's  said,  "you  can  be  sure  that  I'm  pretty 
sore  at  her.  If  it's  'you  impossible  little 
brat'  we're  having  a  wonderful  time. 
"Pot-faced"  days,  as  Stewart  calls  them, 
come  along  for  the  Grangers,  of  course, 
as  with  another  pair  who  feel  strongly 
about  each  other  and  therefore  don't  agree 
on  everything.  "After  all,"  Jean  will  tell 
you,  "we  feel  that  marriage  is  two  of  the 
hardest  parts  ever  played."  But  Jean  plays 
it  according  to  her  natural  character  which, 
as  another  friend  states,  is  that  of  "lover, 
not  a  fighter."     Stewart  plays  his  also 
naturally,  as  a  love-protector;  if  some- 
times he  makes  mildly  like  a  guardian 
too,  that's  also  natural  with  any  husband 
who  has  lived  a  few  more  years  than  has 
his  wife. 

Not  long  ago  Jean  lost  one  of  a  pair  of 
diamond-and-pearl  earrings.  A  week  or  so 
went  by  before  she  remembered  to  re- 
port it  to  Stewart.  "Give  me  the  other," 
he  said,  "and  IH  put  in  the  insurance 
claim."  She  looked  around.  By  then 
she'd  lost  it  too.  But  if  Stewart  was  ex- 
asperated at  that  girlish  carelessness  to 
the  point  of  dealing  her  a  swat  on  her 
levis,  consider  the  way  he  gave  the  ear- 
rings and  a  few  other  prettys,  including 
a  gold  watch,  bracelet,  etc,  last  Christ- 
mas time. 

He'd  collected  the  gifts  and  hidden  them 
for  the  usual  Chrismas  morning  surprise. 
But  on  the  eve  of  the  23rd,  Jean  came 
home  from  the  studio  "pot-faced"  and  mis- 
erable because  of  the  confused  state  of 
affairs  in  her  contract  mixup.  Stewart 
thought  of  the  surprise  up  in  his  drawer 
and  didn't  wait  for  dates.  He  trotted  them 
out  to  cure  the  blues.  Then  next  day 
had  to  hustle  out  and  get  some  more  for 
the  25th. 

So  if  that  wicked  Mr.  Granger  some- 
times treats  his  wife  like  a  little  girl, 
it's  because  he  loves  her  and  is  perpetually 
plotting  to  make  her  tawny  eyes  dance. 
In  fact,  the  only  big  mistake  that  can  be 
charged  up  to  Stewart  Granger,  since  he 
married  Jean,  was  inspired  by  just  such 
a  warm  desire.  That  is  the  Bel-Air  house 
they've  lived  in  and  will  soon  sell  because 
she  doesn't  like  it,  even  though  Stewart 
suspects  cheerfully  he  will  lose  a  small 
fortune  in  the  deal. 

Much  has  been  written  about  the  "Gran- 
ger mansion"  and  Jean's  lonely  days  in 
what  is  usually  pictured  as  a  cross  be- 
tween Xanadu  and  the  House  of  Usher. 
Actually,  the  Grangers'  Bel-Air  house 
is  no  larger  than  the  hundreds  which 
surround  it — some  12  rooms  on  two-and-a- 
half  acres.  Except  for  the  fact  that  it 
could  stand  an  escalator  down  to  the  pool, 
it's  a  mighty  pleasant  place. 

Stewart  bought  that  rashly  (and  paid 
plenty)  to  surprise  and  delight  his  bride. 
It  was  all  furnished  and  apple-pie  when 
he  carried  her  in  New  Year's  Eve  two 
years  ago.  But  the  surprise  didn't  work. 
Jean  has  never  felt  the  place  fitted  her 
or  felt  at  home  there.  The  decor  and  fur- 
nishings weren't  hers.  The  place  was  too 
big,  needed  too  many  servants  who  were 
too  hard  to  keep,  and  she  doesn't  like 
servants  anyway.  Besides,  about  the 
minute  they  moved  in,  her  career  troubles 
began.  So  in  her  mind  there's  been  a 
private  hoodoo  connected  with  the  big 
place,  although  the  dismal  picture  of  Jean 
Simmons  brooding  alone  there  in  echoing 
chambers  beside  a  lonely  fire  is  really 
overdoing  it  to  a  ridiculous  degree. 


It's  true  that  a  few  weeks  after  they 
moved  in  "Jimmy,"  as  she  calls  him,  left 
on  location  and  then  flew  off  to  Italy  for 
The  Light  Touch,  but  at  that  point  Jean 
was  busy  preparing  for  Androcles  And 
The  Lion.  Too,  she  had  as  houseguests 
Peter  Bull,  Peter  Glenville  and  Glenn 
Smith,  three  of  Stewart's  visiting  British 
buddies,  to  keep  her  company,  besides  the 
Grangers'  circle  of  Hollywood-settled  Lon- 
don pals,  Deborah  Kerr  and  Tony  Bartley, 
James  and  Pamela  Mason,  and  others.  If 
you  can  be  lonesome  with  three  handsome 
young  men  as  houseguests,  I  have  no 
sympathy,"  Stewart  Granger  kidded  Jean 
when  he  got  back.  As  a  matter  of  fact 
the  houseguests  did  come  in  handy.  Jean 
put  them  all  to  work  cleaning  rugs,  pol- 
ishing floors  and  washing  windows  for 
Jimmy's  return. 

The  Grangers'  new  house  is  tiny  com- 
pared to  the  first  one,  only  two  bed- 
rooms, but  just  what  they've  always 
wanted,  and  they  found  it  by  poking 
around  and  peeking  in  windows  until  the 
nervous  owners  were  practically  forced  to 
sell  to  get  rid  of  the  Grangers  whom,  by 
the  way,  they'd  never  heard  of.  And  this 
one  both  Jean  and  Stewart  like. 

It  sits  atop  a  small  mountain  peak  at 
the  head  of  Coldwater  Canyon  with  a 
circular  view  overlooking  half  of  South- 
ern California.  Built  by  the  famous  archi- 
tect, Byrd,  it's  a  modern  ranchhouse  with 
big  glass  windows  for  the  view  and  a 
large  enough  living  room  to  handle  the 
Augustus  John  and  Matthew  Smith  paint- 
ings, the  Tang  horses  and  the  Rodin  and 
Epstein  sculptures  they've  collected.  Al- 
ready Stewart  has  added  a  round  swim- 
ming pool  and  a  lanai.  It  took  six  months 
for  Stewart  to  hustle  around  buying  the 
expensive  Robsjohns  Gibbings  modern 
furniture,  choosing  the  drapes  and  such, 
which  Jean,  being  busy  at  last,  let  him 
handle  because  he's  artistic  and  loves  that 
sort  of  thing  anyway.  "He  picks  them,  I 
just  criticize,"  she  says,  but  Stewart  has 
a  different  view.  "If  Jean  doesnt  like 
my  selections,"  he  explains,  "we  com- 
promise. I  take  them  back."  Right  now, 
everything's  perfectly  appointed  except 
the  bedrooms.  They've  got  army  cots  in 
those.  . 

The  new  place  is  even  more  isolated 
than  the  old  one  and  the  Grangers  will 
live  there — minus  the  servants — in  about 
the  same  pleasant  manner  that  they  always 
have.  That's  casual  style,  with  Stewart  in 
slacks  and  T-shirt  and  Jean  in  blouse  and 
jeans— and  both  of  them  usually  padding 
barefooted  about  the  place.  Some  nights 
they'll  play  canasta,  read  or  watch  TV  and 
hit  the  hay  early.  "Just  as  dull  as  we're 
supposed  to  be,"  grins  Stewart.  Others, 
they'll  roll  down  the  hill  in  the  Jaguar  to 
the  movies,  some  sports  event,  or  to  put 
Jean  on  a  roller  coaster  at  the  Ocean  Park 
Pier  while  Stewart  tries  to  talk  her  out  of 
just  one  more  ride — she's  a  fiend  for  the 
things.  On  some  week  ends  Stewart  will  fly 
off  fishing  down  in  Mexican  waters  and 
Jean  will  do  nothing  whatever.  On  others; 
there'll  be  pool  parties  where  "The  Chums" 
— almost  all  the  British  colony  and  a  few 
native  Hollywooders— will  gather  in  sport 
clothes  while  Stewart  hustles  the  barbe- 
cue food,  because  Jean  can  still  barely  fry 
an  egg  successfully.  Therell  be  very,  few 
full  dress  Hollywood  parties,  and  practically 
no  night  clubs  if  Stewart  can  help  it,  al- 
though sometimes  just  to  keep  Jean  happy, 
he'll  shuffle  around  a  floor. 

Really,  if  there's  one  valid  criticism  of 
the  Stewart  Grangers  in  Hollywood  it's 
that  they  stick  too  close  to  their  British 
friends.  Outside  of  Sam  Zimbalist  and 
Mary  Taylor,  the  Sidney  Franklins  and 
scattered  others,  they  have  few  intimates 
who  don't  hail  from  home.  But  both  Stew- 
art and  Jean  are  far  from  being  snooty  Red 


Coats  looking  down  their  British  noses  on 
their  colonial  cousins.  In  fact,  to  both  of 
them  America  is  a  dream  come  true,  a 
fascinating,  if  often  bewildering  land  of 
milk  and  honey  which  they've  just  begun 
to  digest.  For  the  London  girl  who  spent 
much  of  her  youth  diving  under  a  bil- 
liard table  as  the  buzz-bombs  crashed, 
and  who  still  gets  the  chills  and  jingles 
when  she  hears  a  fire  siren,  who  never 
spied  a  banana  until  she  was  grown  up 
and  went  to  the  Fiji  Islands  to  make  Blue 
Lagoon,  Jean  still  has  to  pinch  herself 
occasionally  to  be  sure  the  abundance 
around  her  is  real. 

The  fabulous  Farmer's  Market  is  still 
the  Grangers'  favorite  prowling  place. 
The  first  time  they  visited  it,  right  after 
their  marriage,  they  went  a  little  wild, 
piled  up  a  cart  with  butter,  eggs,  tea, 
coffee,  and  things  that  are  still  rationed 
in  Britain,  even  though  they  were  stopping 
at  a  hotel  then  and  had  to  give  it  all  away. 
Jean  still  goes  on  perfume  and  soap  binges, 
feeling  guilty  every  time,  and  eats  her 
morning  toast  dipped  in  bacon  grease,  from 
long  austerity  habits. 

Just  the  same,  it  will  seem  good  to  re- 
turn to  England  for  Christmas,  a  dream 
the  Grangers  cherish  at  present,  which 
may  or  may  not  work  out.  Because  Young 
Bess  the  picture  MGM  held  for  Jean 
two  and  a  half  years,  will  be  shooting  right 
up  until  about  then  and  they  may  not 
have  time  to  shave  off  Jimmy's  beard  and 
still  make  the  plane.  That's  the  first 
Granger  family  film  duet  in  Hollywood, 
and  Jean  plays  the  role  she's  wanted  all 
her  life — young  Queen  Elizabeth,  with 
dyed  red  hair  and  all.  Stewart's  Tom 
Seymour,  who  loses  his  head,  both  figura- 
tively and  literally,  over  his  queen.  Im 
the  love  of  her  youth,  but  not  her  young 
lover,"  he  points  out  carefully.  Her  old 
lover— just  as  in  real  life." 

So,  with  her  contract  squabbles  settled 
at  last,  her  American  debut  set,  doing  a 
movie  with  the  man  she  loves,  living  in 
a  thrilling  new  house,  and  with  other  ex- 
citing events  blossoming  around  her— such 
as  a  pregnant  poodle  and  a  red-headed 
hair-do,  life  assumes  a  rosy  outlook  at  last 
for  Jean  Simmons  in  Hollywood.  In  tact, 
there's  no  reason  at  all  why  her  second 
wedding  anniversary,  this  December  20, 
shouldn't  be  a  banner  event— if  only  some- 
body would  sail  that  tattered  Little-Red- 
Riding-Hood-and-the-Big-Bad-Wolf  story 
into  the  wastebasket  where  it  belongs. 

Both  Jean  and  Stewart  Granger  have 
families  in  England  for  whom  they're  very 
homesick  and  hundreds  of  friends,  too. 
And  those  things,  hammered  out  in  Holly- 
wood long  enough,  get  believed  back 
home.  Only  the  other  day  Stewarts 
mother  wrote  asking  him,  "Whats  hap- 
pening to  you  children  over  there,  any- 
way?   Is  something  the  matter?" 

There's  nothing  the  matter.  After  all, 
the  Grangers  have  broken  no  laws, 
flouted  no  traditions,  landed  in  no  jail,  nor 
got  drunk,  nor  insulted  anyone  s  mother. 
On  the  contrary,  they've  worked  hard, 
made  hits,  tended  to  their  own  knitting, 
kept  out  of  private  scandal.  If  they  are 
individualistic,  free-wheeling,  and  inde- 
pendent—well, that's  what  America  stands 
for,  isn't  it?  Stewart  Granger,  being 
Scotch  and  Jean  Simmons  being  English 
are  not  the  kind  who  will  ever  transmit 
their  deepest  feelings  to  anyone  but  each 
other.  But  I,  for  one,  believe  them  wher 
they  smile,  "We're  really  not  mad  at  any 
one — including  each  other." 

So  right  about  now,  since  all  is  calrr 
and  all  is  bright  for  Jean  Simmons  anc 
her  Jimmy,  too,  perhaps  a  little  peace  oil 
earth  and  good  will  to  the  Grangers  migh 
be  in  order  around  Hollywood.  It's  tha 
time  of  the  year. 


. . .  and  everything  goes  crazy! 

(Continued  from  page  39)  need  any  more 
magazines  here." 

"N-no,"  he  agreed,  hurrying  dowrv  the 
hall.    "I  can  see  that  you  won't — " 

After  the  door  closed,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  An- 
thony Curtis  sank  back  to  the  floor  and 
howled.  Then  Tony  had  an  awful  thought. 
"You  know,  Jan,"  he  said,  "we've  got  to 
watch  ourselves.  I'll  bet  that  guy  goes 
right  out  and  tells  everyone  he  meets  that 
Tony  Curtis  is  stark,  staring,  and  out  of 
his  mind!" 

"Well?"  asked  his  wife,  "aren't  you?" 

Despite  his  reasonable  fears,  to  date  no 
one  has  tabbed  Tony  Curtis  for  the  looney- 
bin — although  the  Curtises  have  been 
recklessly  routed  to  the  divorce  courts, 
lavish  apartments  and  maternity  hospitals 
by  various  weirdly  dreamed  up  reports. 
Now  afte.r  a  year-and-a-half's  experience 
as  Hollywood's  most  spotlighted  couple, 
i  sometimes  Tony  and  Janet  are  inclined  to 
think  a  nice,  -quiet  padded  cell  might  be 
a  cozy  and  peaceful  retreat. 

"It  started  off  crazy,"  says  Tony,  " — this 
marriage  of  ours,  and  it's  still  that  way. 
I  But,"  he  adds,  "Janet  and  I  are  a  little 
crazy,  too.  Maybe  that's  why  we're  still 
happy  though  married  in  Hollywood." 

It  was  just  18  months  ago  this  December 
:  that  Tony  Curtis  and  Janet  Leigh  jittered 
!  nervously  around  Greenwich,  Connecticut, 
waiting  two  hours  for  their  nuptial  cere- 
mony, because  Jerry  Lewis  had  taken  a 
sleeping  pill  and  couldn't  wake  up  in  time. 
Then,  after  a  jet-propelled  three-day 
honeymoon  in  Manhattan,  Tony  had  to 
run  away  on  a  picture  junket  with  an- 
other girl,  Piper  Laurie.  Janet  traveled 
all  by  her  lonesome  home  to-  Hollywood 
where  there-  wasn't  a  home.  When  the 
lovebirds  finally  located  a  nest  there  wasn't 
anything  to  feather  it  with  until  Marge 
and  Gower  Champion  came  to  their  res- 
cue with  an  emergency  shower  one  Sun- 
day afternoon.  They  grabbed  the  loot 
— towels,  blankets,  pillowcases  and  sheets 
—and  used  them  that  night  when  they 
moved  in,  whether  Emily  Post  approved 
of  their  indelicate  haste  or  not. 

SmtE   that   hectic   start   Mr.    and  Mrs. 
Anthony  Curtis  have  collected — besides 
I  household-  necessities — a  varigated  assort- 
ment of  worldly  goods.    One  .22  rifle,  two 
sets  of  German  electric  trains,  one  model 
submarine,  two  sets  of  golf  clubs,  four 
cameras,  a  brace  of  fencing  foils,  pair  of 
boxing  gloves,  two  French  painting  out- 
fits, a  piano,  a  TV-phonograph  combo,  two 
'51  Buicks,  a  toy  French  poodle,  a  king- 
sized  bed  and,  as  Tony  puts  it,  "a  very  low 
bank  account."    They've  also  assembled  a 
total  of  nine  hit  pictures  between  them — 
six  for  Janet  and  three  for  Tony — a  case 
of  shingles    (for  Janet)    and  hives  (for 
Tony).   But  most  memorable  of  all,  and 
!  peculiarly  precious  to  the  Curtises,  are  the 
i  dizzy  days  that  have  piled  up  in  those  550- 
i  odd  they've  lived  as  man  and  wife.  And 
,  they  seem  to  get  dizzier  and  dizzier  as  time 
[  goes  by. 

Take  the  other  morning,  for  instance. 
Janet  awoke  with  the  birds,  gave  a  mother- 
ly pat  to  her  mate's  crinkled  noggin  dug 
]  deep  and  dreamless  in  the  pillow,  stepped 
out  of  bed  and  slipped  on  her  pink  chenille 
■  robe.    Pattering  carefully  to  the  door  for 
j  the  morning  paper,  she  pulled  it  open, 
[  gasped,  "Oh!"  and  bounced  back  in  sur- 
,  prise. 

A  disheveled  15-year-old  girl  with  red- 
rimmed  eyes  extended  the  folded  sheet, 
j  "Here's  your  paper,  Mrs.  Curtis,"  she  said. 
"Now  can  I  have  your  autograph,  please?" 

"What  are  you  d-doing  here?"  stuttered 
Janet  and  then  recovered.  "It's  rather 
early,  don't  you  think?"  she  said  as  she 
scribbled  her  name. 


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"I  want  your  husband's,  too,"  stated  the 
girl. 

"Sh-h-h-h-h,"  cautioned  Mrs.  C.  "My 
husband's  asleep." 

After  Janet  cooked  her  breakfast,  she 
tip-toed  out  past  the  girl  who  had  curled 
up  in  the  hall  and  was  now  fast  asleep. 
Should  she  go  back,  wake  and  warn  Tony? 
No — he  liked  to  sack  in,  she  was  late  for 
work  at  MGM,  and  the  girl  would  prob- 
ably soon  wake  and  drift  off.  A  few 
hours  later,  a  bright  and  chipper,  shaved 
and  showered  Tony  opened  the  door.  He 
looked  down,  and  froze. 

"A  body!"  he  gasped.  With  visions  of 
cops,  district  attorneys,  and  headlines  Tony 
bent  down  and  looked  again.  She  was 
breathing,  and  in  her  hand  was  the  tell- 
tale autograph  pad.  Reassured,  he  lightly 
hurdled  the  sleeping  form  and  was  on  his 
way.    But  that  was  only  the  start. 

On  her  way  into  the  studio,  Janet  en- 
countered a  bunch  of  fans  who  swarmed 
over  her  gushing,  "Oh,  Janet — we  just 
know  you  and  Tony  are  going  to  have 
the  prettiest  baby  ever.    When  is  it  due?" 

"What  baby?"  asked  Janet. 

They  giggled,  "Oh,  you  know." 

"I  don't  know,"  sighed  Janet,  just  a  little 
sore.    "I  wish  I  did." 

Tony  had  his  own  problems.  First,  he 
dropped  by  a  male  beauty  joint  to  get 
himself  a  permanent  wave  for  this  Houdini 
thing.  A  second  blow  to  his  nerves,  but  he 
assured  himself  it  was  all  for  art's  sake. 
At  the  studio  they  sealed  him  in  a  pack- 
ing box  and  dropped  it  into  a  Brimming 
tank  of  water.  After  they  dredged  him 
up  he  wobbled  dripping  to  the  phone  to 
call  Janet  about  a  family  matter.  He  told 
her  that  the  low  offer  they'd  made  on  a 
bigger  apartment  had  been  turned  down. 
He  considered  that  this  was  just  as  well 
because  they  had  expenses  enough  already. 

But  on  the  set  of  A  Steak  For  Connie 
where  Janet  lifted  the  receiver,  eager  ears 
heard  her  explode  dramatically,  "But  Tony 
— I  want  to  live  in  luxury!  I'm  a  Holly- 
wood star,  aren't  I?  Think  of  my  public. 
What's  a  few  thousand  dollars?  It's  only 
money  isn't  it?" 

And  at.  Paramount's  end  of  the  wire  Tony 
cried,  "You're  so  right,  darling!  Let  us 
live  recklessly,  expensively,  dangerously. 
I'll  write  the  check  even  if  it  bounces." 
What  that  conversation  really  said  of 
course,  was,  "Okay,  let's  skip  it  and  stay 
where  we  are."  But  by  nightfall  one 
gossip  column  carried  the  news  that  Tony 
Curtis  and  Janet  Leigh  were  "really  in  on 
the  loot  these  days.  They're  moving  into 
the  swank,  expensive  Shoreham."  An- 
other queried,  "Have  Tony  and  Janet  at 
last  gone  Hollywood?"  Before  the  publicity 
offices  closed,  four  magazines  had  put  in 
requests  for  layouts  of  the  Curtises  in  their 
new  home! 

They  got  together  for  dinner  that  eve- 
ning at  Chasen's  and  toying  over  a  cock- 
tail waiting  for  the  lamb  chops  Janet  lit 
a    cigarette.     "Put   out   that  cigarette!" 
snarled  Tony  with  his  best  Svengali  leer. 
"I'll  smoke  if  I  want  to!" 
" — and  drop  that  drink!" 
"You  Brute!"  hissed  Janet. 
"D-r-r-r-op  it,  I  say!    Sit  up  straight, 
fold  your  hands — and  s-m-i-l-e!" 

Janet  dabbed  her  eyes  tragically.  "I've 
had  enough,"  she  breathed  hoarsely.  "You 
beast,  you  fiend!  I'm  going  home  to 
Mother." 

Just  then  the  waiter  steamed  up  with 
the  entree.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Curtis  fell  hap- 
pily to  their  sheep  bones  after  Tony  had 
grinned,  "Love  me?"  and  got  his  laughing 
reply,  "Love  you."  But  when  they  got 
home  the  phone  buzzed  impatiently. 

"Hello,  Tony,"  said  a  columnist.  "I'm 
printing  tomorrow  that  you  and  Janet  are 
splitting  up.  I  thought  it  would  be  the 
nice  thing  to  do  to  let  you  confirm  it." 


"Gee,  thanks,"  said  Tony,  "sweet  of  you 
—what?  Splitting  up?  Get  outa  here!" 
And  slammed  down  the  receiver.  "How 
do  you  suppose,"  he  asked  Janet  with  a 
gasp  of  amazement,  "people  get  crazy 
impressions  like  that?" 

They  finally  got  to  bed,  only  to  be  routed 
out  at  midnight  by  a  sloppy- joed  miss  on 
a  scavenger  hunt.  They  gave  her  a  celery 
stalk.  At  three  a.m.  Jerry  Lewis  called 
from  the  east  saying  he  couldn't  rouse 
Patti  and  was  worried.  They  took  care  of 
that  and  called  him  back.  Things  were 
really  very  peaceful  until  about  5:52  when 
Janet  awoke  with  the  house  rocking,  the 
china  tinkling,  the  pictures  flapping  on 
the  wall.  She  dived  for  Tony.  "Earth- 
quake!" she  screamed.  He  only  yawned 
and  mumbled,  "Just  a  settling  shock, 
honey — or  maybe  just  another  rumor 
about  the  Curtises  going  round." 

HThe  above  saga  is  a  fairly  accurate  sam- 
-*-  pie  of  a  24-hour-span  in  the  married  life 
of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Tony  Curtis  of  Hollywood, 
and  if  you  think  it's  confused  and  crazy 
you're  only  agreeing  with  Tony.  But 
when  Tony  says  "crazy"  he  usually  means 
"wonderful"  at  the  same  time.  That's  how 
it  is  with  "Tona-la"  and  "Tzc-a-la",  as 
they  call  each  other  when  nobody's  around. 
Those  are  private  endearment  terms.  An- 
other one  that  influences  their  lives  is 
"schtick-lok"  meaning  those  crazy  bits  of 
business  which  Tony  and  Janet  swing  into 
at  the  slightest  provocation,  or  even  with- 
out it. 

The  strait- jacket  scene  was  a  schtick- 
lok,  and  so  was  the  phone  talk,  and  that 
Svengali  scene  at  Chasens,  too.  They're 
seizures  of  impromptu  nonsense  that  at- 
tack Tony  and  Janet  Curtis  because  both 
are  high  humored,  volatile  characters,  be- 
cause both  need  a  constant  escape  valve 
for  the  steam  that  their  double  movie 
pressured  lives  build  up.  The  truth  is,  the 
Curtises  can't  resist  schtick-loks  any  more 
than  a  kid  can  pass  up  candy,  although 
they  know  that  because  of  them  a  lot  of 
those  crazy  marriage  rumors  which  swirl 
about  their  heads  are  nobody's  fault  but 
their  own. 

But  behind  all  the  funny  business  there's 
a  mutually  devoted  marriage  as  solid  as 
Gibraltar's  rock,  although,  admittedly  not 
quite  as  serene.  In  fact,  if  you  level  down 
sensibly  with  Tony  and  Janet  on  the  sub- 
ject of  rumors,  and  the  more  general  sub- 
ject of  placid  domesticity  in  Hollywood, 
Tony  Curtis  will  shake  his  handsome  head 
and  grin,  "Sure,  I'm  having  trouble  with 
my  wife.  But,"  he'll  add,  "she's  having 
trouble  with  me,  too.  And  you  know  why? 
Because  we  really  love  each  other!" 

If  you  think  that's  a  cockeyed  contradic- 
tion, Janet  Leigh  doesn't.  She  backs  him 
right  up,  because  neither  member  of  that 
team  has  anything  to  hide.  "Of  course 
we  have  our  disagreements  and  sometimes 
we  have  our  fights,"  she'll  say.  "Who 
hasn't?  I'll  tell  you  who  hasn't — people 
who  don't  live  and  love.  Couples  who 
don't  care  enough  about  each  other  to 
work  up  a  real  concern.  Marriages  where 
there's  nothing  there  to  raise  a  notch  of 
blood  pressure  on  either  side  of  the 
house.  Marriages  that  are  dead  and  dull. 
And  that's  not  Tony's  and  mine!" 

It  certainly  isn't.  Around  last  Valen- 
tine's day,  for  instance,  Janet  was  going 
through  the  clothes  in  Tony's  closet,  which 
as  anyone  knows,  is  extremely  risky  busi- 
ness for  any  wife.  But  Patti  Lewis  had 
asked  her  to  go  horseback  riding  and  she 
wanted  a  vest.  Tony  had  eight  sport 
vests  (he  collects  them)  and  pretty  soon 
Janet  picked  just  the  right  one.  As  she 
hauled  it  out  and  started  to  try  it  on,  she 
felt  an  obiect  in  the  pocket.  Eve  had 
trouble  with  curiosity  and  Mrs.  Curtis  is 
one  of  her  daughters.  She  pulled  it  out, 
unwrapped  the  tissue — and  there  was  a 


beautiful  lady's  cigarette  lighter  engraved 
on  the  top,  "To  My  Love." 

"H-m-m-m-m,"  said  Janet,  puckering 
her  brow.  All  afternoon  she  wondered.  It 
was  completely  unreasonable,  of  course, 
but  any  psychologist  will  tell  you  that  a 
normal  amount  of  jealousy  is  an  integral 
part  of  love.  That  night  when  Tony 
breezed  in  he  could  tell  right  away  some- 
thing was  wrong. 

"What's  the  matter?"  he  asked. 

"Oh,  nothing." 

"Yes  it  is." 

Then  Janet  blurted  it  out:  "Who  did  you 
buy  that  lighter  for?" 

"What?  Why,  why—"  The  guy  was 
stunned.  Then  light  broke  and  he  ex- 
ploded. "You  beautiful,  you  dumb,  you 
darling,  you  stupid,  you  impossible  dame! 
So  you've  got  to  snoop  through  everything 
I  own!  And  you've  got  to  pick  the  one 
safest  hiding  place  in  this  house — a  vest  I 
haven't  worn  for  two  years!  Who  is  it 
for?  Three  guesses!  But  just  for  that 
you're  not  gonna  get  it."  She  didn't  either, 
not  until  enough  days  had  passed  for  Tony 
to  have  certain  alterations  made  in  the 
engraving,  which  testified  beyond  any 
doubt  that  the  pretty  was  for  nobody 
but  his  wife,  Janet  Leigh. 

That's  the  kind  of  sure  love  symptom  a 
wise  story  teller  named  O.  Henry  could 
have  made  something  out  of.  So  is  what 
happened  in  Paris  last  year,  where  Tony 
and  Janet  celebrated  Christmas  on  their 
European  tour.  They  had  ten  wonderful 
days  in  Paree  poking  around  for  paintings 
on  the  Left  Bank,  sipping  vermouths  in 
sidewalk  cafes,  and  exercising  Tony's 
"fractured  French"  on  the  taxi  drivers. 
One  night,  leaving  a  little  Russian  restau- 
rant to  visit  an  artist's  apartment,  they 
strolled  through  the  old  Seine  section 
and  in  a  tiny  jeweler's  window  Tony  spied 
a  pair  of  old  gold  cufflinks  (his  weakness) 
which  drove  him  out  of  his  mind.  But  the 
place  was  -  closed.  Janet  made  mental 
notes  of  landmarks  and  counted  her  steps. 

Next  morning,  while  Tony  snoozed 
peacefully,  she  slipped  out  of  the  room, 
hailed  a  fiacre,  jumped  out  at  the  land- 
mark and  paced  off  the  steps  until  she  ar- 
rived at  the  obscure  little  shop,  haggled 
and  bought  the  beauties.  It  was  pushing 
noon  before  she  got  back  and  Tony  was 
pacing  the  hotel  room.  He  demanded 
to  know  just  where  the  blue  blazes  she'd 
been. 

"Out  for  a  stroll,"  lied  Janet,  "getting 
some  air." 

"You're  out  getting  air  when  we've  got 
a  million  things  to  do!"  blew  up  her  mate. 
"Christmas  shopping  and  Lord  knows 
what-all.  Heaven  help  me,  I  have  mar- 
ried an  idiot!"  But  Janet  didn't  mind. 
She  had  her  secret.  Christmas  morning 
when  Tony  discovered  it — well,  he  could 
have  cut  out  his  tongue. 

If  Tony  and  Janet  Curtis  live  to  cele- 
brate their  Golden  Wedding  Day  they  will 
undoubtedly  still  encounter  mix-ups  like 
those  because  two  deeply  devoted,  emo- 
tional characters  like  them  will  never 
change.  But  meanwhile  the  marital  ad- 
justments of  two  attractive  opposites  go 
on  day  by  day,  settling  their  union  more 
securely,  but  with  little  after-shocks  as 
Tony  chuckles,  "just  like  that  earthquake." 

It's  a  little  hard  right  now  to  imagine 
any  girl  tossing  Tony  Curtis  out,  but  as 
Tony  frankly  points  out,  he  was  far  from 
housebroken  to  model  husbandry  when 
he  married  Janet  Leigh.  Nor,  he'll  also 
confess,  is  he  yet.    But  there's  progress. 

"I  was  a  real  Bohemian,"  he  confesses, 
"just  a  big,  healthy  slob  doing  what  I  liked. 
If  I  got  hungry,  I  ate;  if  I  got  sleepy,  I  slept. 
If  I  wanted  to  get  up  at  four  a.m.  and  go 
swimming,  I  went.  If  I  had  a  buck,  I 
spent  it.  No  rules,  no  order,  nobody 
else  to  consider  in  my  habits.   That  doesn't 


work  when  you're  married,"  he  grins. 
"That's  why  sometimes  we  seem  a  little" 
crazy — even  to  each  other." 

That's  the  truest  of  talk  from  Tony 
Curtis.  Because  these  differences  in  Janet 
and  Tony  stem  straight  from  the  contra- 
dictory slants  you'd  get  as  a  free-wheeling, 
self-reliant  tough  kid  roaming  the  Bronx 
— and  a  small  town,  Stockton,  California, 
girl  with  set  social  patterns  of  ordered 
life.  On  top  of  that,  Tony  went  through  a 
war  in  the  Navy  to  make  him  even  more 
footloose-minded  while  Janet  has  un- 
doubtedly accented  her  yearnings  for 
stability  because  her  first  marriage  was 
so  unstable  and  helter  skelter.  But 
strangely  enough,  some  of  Tony  and 
Janet's  other  early  problems  have  been 
actually  the  same,  although  what  they've 
reaped  from  encountering  them  are  two 
totally  different  outlooks.  Take  money, 
which  is  an  important  item  in  any  home. 
I  remember  talking  that  over  with  them 
one  day. 

"Tt's  funny,"  said  Janet  thoughtfully, 
"how  not  having  any  money  has  af- 
fected Tony  and  me  in  completely  different 
ways.  Because  I  never  had  any  I'm  cau- 
tious, careful  and  thirfty  about  it.  I  worry 
about  the  bank  balance.  I  want  to  pay  my 
bills  by  return  mail.  Mrs.  Cash-and- 
Carry,  that's  me.  I'm  Scotch,  you  know; 
maybe  I'm  tight.  Anyway,  I  got  in  debt 
from  a  business  venture  with  my  first  hus- 
band and  it  took  me  two  years  to  pay  off. 
That  scared  me.  The  other  day,  I  saw  a 
woman  working  hard  at  a  small  job  right 
in  this  studio.  Once,  she  -  was  a  star 
making  $2,500  a  week,  in  the  silent  movie 
days  too  when  you  coud  pile  it  up  and 
keep  it.   But  she  didn't  save  and  now — " 

"There  you  go,"  shrugged  Tony,  "a  25- 
year-old  girl  thinking  like  a  55-year-old 
woman.    Now  it's  different  with  me.  I 


was  brought  up  to  value  myself,  not  a 
buck.  I  have  no  money  vices.  I  don't 
gamble  or  throw  it  away.  I  hardly  ever 
carry  any  of  the  stuff  with  me.  But  if  I 
want  a  new  suit  and  it's  a  $150  and  I  want 
to  pay  $50  a  month  to  get  it,  why  not? 
I'm  not  conscience-stricken.  If  I  get  a  $30 
pair  of  shoes  and  I  want  them,  I  buy  them. 
I  deserve  them.  I  work  hard  for  my  money 
and  so  does  Janet.  Why  shouldn't  she  buy 
that  new  Adrian  dinner  gown  if  she  likes 
it  and  can  use  it?" 

"Because,"  Janet  answered  him,  "we 
can't  afford  it  and  I  don't  have  a  right  to 
it.  We  could  trade  in  our  cars,  too,  and 
get  a  Cadillac — but  we  don't  rate  a  Cadil- 
lac." 

"Why  not?"  countered  Tony,  tossing  his 
hands  in  the  air.  "Now,  I  don't  need  a 
Cadillac  and  I  don't  want  one.  But  if  I 
did  there's  nothing  in  the  world  to  keep 
us  from  getting  one  if  we  can  swing  it.  I'm 
not  afraid  of  debts,  because  I'm  banking 
on  myself.  I  owe  money  now.  Owe  some 
to  Janet  I  borrowed  when  my  dad  was 
sick.  Owe  some  more  for  a  $50,000  con- 
tract suit  I  settled  for  $4,000.  But  so  what? 
I'm  not  worried.  I'm  young  and  healthy, 
and  so's  my  gal!" 

Actually  Tony  and  Janet  Curtis  have 
no  real  money  worries.  They  make  enough, 
Janet  at  present  more  than  Tony.  They 
have  formidable  expenses  and  responsi- 
bilities, both  of  them,  but  they're  getting 
along.  Actually,  too,  Tony's  no  more  a 
spendthrift  than  Janet's  a  miser.  On  a  lot 
of  things,  in  fact,  he's  closer  with  a  buck 
than  she  is.  The  other  day  when  a 
model  submarine  he  bought  and  launched 
in  Jerry  Lewis'  swimming  pool  sank  to 
the  bottom,  Tony  was  outraged.  He 
wrote  the  manufacturer  demanding  his 
money  back  or  a  new  sub.  It  had  cost  all 
of  $13.  As  for  Janet  Leigh's  Scotch  blood 
— you  should  see  the  watches,  rings,  cuff- 


links, tie  clasps  and  things  with  which 
she's  gifted  the  man  she  loves. 

There  is  still  no  predicting  events  at  "the 
Boarding  House"  it's  true,  but  as  Tony 
says,  "we're  simmering  down  slowly  to  a 
rational  life,"  and  Janet  sighs,  "at  least  we 
have  meals  to  eat  at  specified  hours  and 
a  maid  to  cook  them."  In  fact,  since  start- 
ing Houdini  together,  with  the  same  work- 
ing hours,  they  feel  like  solid,  respectable 
citizens. 

There  are  still  six  keys  out  to  their  apart- 
ment. "All  of  them  to  men,  not  one  girl, 
darn  it,"  Tony  complains.  Among  the  men 
are  Jerry  Lewis,  Danny  Arnold,  his  funny- 
business  writer,  and  Jerry  Gershwin,  the 
MCA  representative  who  keeps  track  of 
The  Monster.  That  pack  of  clowns,  aided 
and  abetted  by  some  others,  including  one 
named  Curtis,  are  likely  to  turn  the  Curtis 
menage  into  a  three-ring  circus  at  any 
hour  of  the  day  or  night. 

Coming  home  from  a  movie  the  other 
evening,  Janet  and  Tony  found  Jerry 
Gershwin  and  his  girl  sitting  on  the  floor 
watching  television  while  Danny  Arnold 
bounced  on  the  sofa  acting  out  some  in- 
sanity gags  he'd  dreamed  up  for  Jerry  over 
the  phone  to  New  York.  "Are  we  intrud- 
ing?" inquired  Janet  politely.  "Would  we 
be  awfully  in  the  way  if  we  came  in?" 

"Please  don't  worry  your  pretty  heads 
about  it,"  they  were  assured.  "You  kids 
are  always  welcome.  We  like  you.  Make 
yourself  at  home.  Use  anything  you 
want." 

Janet  really  adores  such  mad  surprises 
and  the  individuals  who  create  them,  be-  • 
cause  she  owns  an  oversized  funny-bone 
herself  and  is  happiest  when  the  zany 
chums  swoop  down  and  charge  up  the 
joint.  But  even  when  she's  there  with 
only  Tony,  Janet  Leigh  is  conditioned 
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ments  as  the  loving  wife  of  a  guy  who  gets 
lost  in  his  screen  jobs  to  the  point  of 
schizophrenia. 

For  months  after  The  Prince  Who  Was  A 
Thief  and  throughout  Son  Of  Ali  Baba, 
swords,  sabres  and  scimitars  whistled 
around  their  small  apartment  at  the  risk 
of  life,  limb,  and  the  overstuffed  pieces. 
Then  Tony  turned  into  a  ring  punchy 
making  Flesh  And  Fury.  He  shadow  boxed, 
skipped  rope,  taped  his  hands,  batted  his 
nose  and  trotted  up  and  down  Wilshire 
Boulevard  doing  road  work  in  a  pair  of 
gym  trunks.  Since  this  Houdini  business 
began — with  both  of  them  mixed  up  in 
the  magic — Janet's  had  so  many  hoops 
passed  over  her  body  that  she  feels  like  a 
beautiful  barrel. 

Sometimes  Janet  thought  she'd  go  off 
her  rocker  too  if  she  had  to  "pick  another 
card,"  when  she's  already  picked  at 
last  forty-million.  But  the  truth  is  she's 
really  as  wrapped  up  in  Tony's  interests, 
career  and  otherwise,  as  he  is,  and  if  he 
wants  to  saw  her  in  half  or  nail  her  in 
a  coffin  and  drop  her  over  Niagara  Falls, 
that's  jake  with  her. 

The  real  hassles  of  the  Curtis  married 
life  are  much  less  spectacular — just  the 
tiny  clashes  of  daily  living  habits  which 
any  married  man  and  maid  who  have 
progressed  beyond  the  honeymoon  stage 
will  recognize  at  once. 

Janet,  for  example,  is  convinced  that 
Tony  is  undernourished  and  living  off  of 
a  diet  designed  for  pellagra. 

When  she  scats  away  before  he  does  she 
leaves  notes  by  the  breakfast  table:  "Eat 
this  and  eat  ail  of  it — or  don't  come  home 
tonight!" 

"Man,  it's  murder!"  grumbles  Tony,  "to 
Janet  a  lunch  isn't  a  lunch  unless  it's  at 
noon;  and  a  dinner  isn't  a  dinner  unless 
it's  at  seven — no  matter  how  much  I  eat 
in  between.  She  likes  a  farmhand  break- 
fast, I  can't  eat  eggs  that  early — and  so 
I'm  headed  for  rickets!" 

There's  the  sleeping  business — Janet's  a 
six-hour  girl,  Tony's  a  14-hour  boy  in  the 
hay.    Just  when  he's  sinking  into  a  cozy 


coma,  she  hears  a  rooster  crow  and  gets 
up,  soft  footing  it  around  but  making 
enough  commotion  to  penetrate  his  sleepy 
head.  "Sometimes  I  could  heave  a  shoe 
at  her,"  Tony  will  grin,  "but  I  haven't 
yet.  Just  maybe  a  slipper."  And  there's 
dancing — it's  ecstasy  for  Janet  but  Tony 
doesn't  dig  the  light  fantastic  on  a  crowded 
floor.  And  movies — Tony  likes  swash- 
bucklers, fight  pictures  and  murder  mys- 
teries; Janet  goes  for  romance.  You  like 
coffee  and  I  like  tea.  Janet's  tidy,  Tony's 
not  ... 

The  other  afternoon  Tony  was  reading. 
"Honey,"  he  called,  "can  I  have  a  glass  of 
water?" 

"Sure,"  said  Janet,  and  brought  him  one. 
He  took  a  sip  and  set  it  down,  read  on  a 
while  and  reached  for  the  glass.  It  wasn't 
there. 

"Hey,"  yelped  Curtis,  "where's  my 
glass?" 

"Why,  it's  washed  and  put  in  the  cup- 
board where  it  belongs,"  announced  his 
wife. 

"It  doesn't  belong  there  when  I'm  still 
drinking  out  of  it!"  reasoned  Tony. 

That  night  he  hung  up  his  sport  shirt 
on  a  chairback  by  the  bed.  Next  morn- 
ing he  reached  his  hand  over  for  it.  No 
shirt.    "Where's  my  shirt?"  he  cried. 

"In  the  laundry,  of  course,"  he  got  back. 

Well,  he's  learning,  as  all  husbands  do. 
He's  getting  trained.  "And  I  really  don't 
mind,"  Tony  confesses,  "  'cause  I  love  her 
so.  Why,  I  even  fill  the  cigarette  lighters 
now  and  all  kinds  of  things.  Maybe  I  let 
a  butt  linger  a  minute  or  two  in  the  ash- 
trays but  honest,"  he  laughs,  "once  we  get 
our  own  house  Janet  won't  fuss  about 
little  things  like  that.  She'll  have  so  much 
to  do  she  won't  have  time  to.  Right  now 
I  let  her  revel  in  her  household  chores, 
let  her  get  carried  away  with  'em.  If  it 
makes  Janet  happy — why  not?" 

Actually,  both  Tony  Curtis  and  Janet 
Leigh  know  they  couldn't  live  at  this  point 
without  each  other.  If  any  doubts  about 
that  ever  hung  around  they  vanished  up 
in  the  Rocky  Mountains  around  their  first 
wedding  anniversary  one  day  last  June. 


Janet  was  making  The  Naked  Spur  near 
Durango,  Colorado,  so  Tony,  who  was  free 
then,  traveled  there  to  celebrate  the  sen- 
timental milestone  with  his  bride.  One 
day,  when  Janet  rolled  away  with  the 
picture  company  for  some  mountain  shots, 
Tony  hopped  off  the  bus  along  the  way 
with  his  trout  rod.  They  arranged  to  meet 
at  the  same  place  in  the  evening,  when 
the  company  came  home. 

At  dusk  she  had  the  driver  let  her  off  at 
the  appointed  spot  saying,  "Go  on,  I'll  walk 
in  with  Tony."  Only  after  she'd  looked 
around — there  wasn't  any  Tony. 

The  canyon  was  silent  and  the  sun  was 
sinking.  The  shadows  stretched  and  the 
dark  pines  whispered.  Something  slithered 
in  the  grass,  something  moved  behind  a 
bush,  something  howled.  Janet  was 
scared. 

She  clambered  down  the  cliff  to  the 
trumbing  stream  and  stumbled  along  the 
boulders  crying,  "Tony!  Tony!"  She  called 
and  called  and  she  got  a  little  hysterical. 
All  kinds  of  horrible  speculations  raced 
through  her  head. 

Then  she  finally  saw  him — a  tiny  figure 
in  the  distance,  standing  on  a  rock  in 
the  middle  of  rushing  rapids.  She  got 
there  somehow,  wet  and  dripping,  her 
shins  scraped  raw  from  the  boulders,  but 
she  didn't  feel  that  or  care.  She  climbed 
frantically  up  on  the  rock  and,  crying  and 
laughing  at  the  same  time,  grabbed  her 
guy: 

"S-h-h-h-h,  Jan!  Tony  cautioned. 
"You'll  scare  him.  He's  right  under  this 
rock!" 

"I  don't  care  what's  under  it,"  she  chat- 
tered.  "I  want  what's  on  it!" 

"That's  me,  all  right,"  admitted  her 
mate,  "but  I  just  crawled  out  from  under 
this  rock  myself!" 

So  even  in  tender  moments  it's  some- 
times a  little  crazy  with  the  Tony  Curtises. 
But  it's  also  pretty  wonderful.  That's 
the  way  it  has  been  for  almost  two  years 
now,  and  I  suspect  that's  how  it  always 
will  be — crazy  but  with  plenty  of  wonder- 
ful love  and  lovely  troubles,  top.  END 


the  men  in  my  life 

(Continued  from  page  47)  to  be  the  type 
that  only  a  mother  could  love. 

Not  that  I'm  any  prize  haul  myself.  I 
have  a  temper  to  go  with  the  color  of  my 
hair,  and  a  lot  of  other  faults  which  I 
won't  enumerate  because  there  isn't  that 
much  space.  But  when  people  want  to 
know  why  I  haven't  found  The  Man,  I 
can  give  them  a  lot  of  reasons. 

The  first,  date  I  ever  had  was  a  crunchy 
example.  I  •  was  11  and  so  was  he,  and 
when  I  asked  Mom  if  he  could  take  me 
to  a  movie  she  said  yes.  We  were  awfully 
young,  but  there  wasn't  any  argument 
about  it  because  our  families  were  very 
friendly.  He  and  I  had  gone  to  Sunday 
School  together  ever  since  we  were  old 
enough  to  know  the  truth  about  Santa 
Claus.  It  was  a  real  date  all  right;  he 
called  for  me  and  even  paid  my  admission 
into  the  theater,  but  we'd  no  sooner  sat 
down  than  he  wanted  to  hold  my  hand.  I 
thought  the  whole  idea  pretty  silly — just 
a  year  ago  we'd  been  breaking  baseball 
bats  over  each  other's  heads — and  with 
all  the  dignity  I  could  muster,  removed 
'  both  hands  from  his  reach.  He  managed, 
however,  to  get  a  thumb  out  of  the  col- 
lection, and  held  on  to  it  with  a  death 
grip  for  more  than  two  hours. 

So  you  might  say  that  my  first  date 
turned  out  to  be  a  wolf,  junior  edition,  and 
this  type,  junior  or  senior,  has  pervaded 
my  life  for  the  past  ten  years.  A  wolf 
.  72  isn't  necessarily  such  a  bad  animal,  but 


it's  just  the  way  they  go  about  it.  My 
first  date,  for  instance,  couldn't  leave 
well  enough  alone.  Two  weeks  later  he 
invited  me  to  a  party,  and  when  I  got  to 
his  house  I  was  immediately  steered  to  a 
movie,  where  I  paid  my  own  way.  I've 
always  had  a  sneaking  suspicion  that  it 
was  his  way  of  getting  even  with  me. 

HPhe  idea  that  I  liked  men  came  to  me 
pretty  early  in  life.  I  suppose  I  im- 
agined myself  as  sort  of  a  huntress,  because 
in  adolescence  I  regarded  every  new  date 
as  an  addition  to  my  trophy  room.  This 
trophy  room  was  purely  mental,  except 
perhaps  for  the  little  book  in  which  these 
unsuspecting  males  got  themselves  re- 
corded. I  guess  I  was  about  14  when  I 
bought  it  and  painstakingly  inscribed  on 
the  first  page,  "The  Men  In  My  Life." 

Half  the  "men"  were  under  16,  and  I  ran 
out  of  pages  by  the  time  I  reached  high 
school.  These  were  the  days  when  I  hadn't 
yet  entered  the  world  of  Hollywood,  and 
my  dates  were  almost  always  my  class- 
mates, who  in  general  continued  in  the 
same  pattern. 

There  was  one  I  was  madly  in  love  with. 
I  used  to  walk  out  of  my  way  in  order 
to  pass  his  house  on  the  way  to  school, 
and  sometimes  he  joined  me.  My  strategy 
was  particularly  necessary  because  be- 
tween his  house  and  the  school  there 
lived  a  girl  who  had  also  set  her  cap 
for  him,  and  I  figured  a  two-block  start 
on  her  was  an  outflanking  maneuver. 
After  I'd  almost  given  up  trying  to  win 
his  admiration  he  finally  asked  me  for  a 


date.  What  happened?  He  brought  his  dog 
along.  "Where  I  go,"  he  said,  "my  dog 
goes."  This  was  all  right  with  me — I 
love  dogs — but  before  the  evening  was 
over,  Rover  had  bitten  me  twice. 

Willie  was  one  I  didn't  have  to  scheme 
for.  He  rode  the  same  bus  to  junior  high 
school,  and  he  always  stood  Up  and  gave 
me  his  seat  and  then  carried  my  books 
for  me.  He  was  the  perfect  gentleman, 
but  he  was  also  fat  as  a  squab  and  looked 
as  though  he  might  be  my  kid  brother. 
He  probably  looks  like  Anthony  Eden 
now,  but  then — well,  a  girl  can't  get  ro- 
mantic about  a  tub  of  lard  wrapped  up  in 
knickers. 

Willie's  rival  was  a  lanky,  string-bean 
type  of  boy  who  followed  me  not  only 
around  school,  but  also  in  my  neighbor- 
hood, which  was  far  from  his  home.  He 
never  spoke  to  me,  just  followed  in  patient 
adoration.  I  felt  awfully  sorry  for  him, 
and  one  day  stopped  in  my  tracks  and 
turned  to  face  him.  "Is  there  something 
I  can  do  for  you?"  I  said.  He  turned 
scarlet  and  swallowed  until  his  Adam's 
apple  was  bobbing  up  and  down  like  a 
yo-yo.  "Why  don't  you  come  over  to  my 
house  on  Sunday  afternoon?"  I  said.  "We 
could  play  some  records."  He  stammered 
an  acceptance,  and  on  Sunday  showed  up 
in  a  starched  collar,  his  new  suit  and  a 
pair  of  bright  orange  shoes  that  squeaked 
dismally  when  he  walked.  He  didn't 
walk  much;  just  sat  in  a  straight,  high- 
backed  chair,  and  Mother  and  I  spent  two 
hours  trying  to  draw  some  conversation 
out  of  him  and  make  him  feel  at  ease.  It 


arlene  francis 

your  star 

for  december 


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shopper 


■  Hi!  You  certainly  don't  have  to  ask 
"What's  My  Line?"  because  one  look  tells 
you.  It  was  really  wonderful  when  Modern 
Screen  asked  me  to  help  with  your  Christ- 
mas shopping  because  if  there  is  anything  I 
like  better  than  Christmas,  it's  Christmas 
shopping.  It  always  reminds  me  of  the  time 
when  I  had  a  little  gift  shop  of  my  own  in 
New  York.  I  loved  finding  those  small  ac- 
cessories with  such  charm  and  individuality, 
they  seemed  to  say  "for  someone  special." 
Now  that  I'm  Mrs.  Martin  Gabel,  wife  and 
mother,  I  resurrect  the  "Gift  Shop"  at  the 
Yuletide  Season  and  scout  the  town  for  un- 
usual things  for  my  family  and  friends. 

This  year  on  my  treasure  hunt,  I  discov- 
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make  the  presents  even  more  attractive,  I 
am  using  some  lovely  Christmas  wrappings 
and  trimmings  from  Dennisons  of  New 
York. 

To  avoid  the  last  minute  hustle  and 
bustle,  I  started  shopping  early,  combing 
the  town  to  help  you  find  gifts  for  youT 
family  and  friends.  Peter  became  so  curious 
when  I  arrived  home  laden  with  bundles, 
that  hiding  them  from  him  was  quite  a 
problem.  After  he  was  tucked  in  bed,  I 
gave  Martin  a  "sneak  preview"  of  my  booty 
and  he  was  surprised  that  such  beautiful 
gifts  could  be  purchased  for  so  little. 

I  know  your  friends  will  be  as  excited  as 
mine  if  they  should  discover  one  of  these 
charming  gifts  under  their  Christmas  tree. 
Just  order  directly  from  the  store  men- 
tioned below  each  picture — Merry  Christ- 
mas and  happy  shopping! 

Arlene  Francis  appears  each  Sunday  night 
on  "What's  My  Line?"  ovet  CBS-TV. 


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QPEMEO 


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HOOPS  ARE  THE  RAGE  THIS  YEAR  and  here  is  an 
unusual  ensemble  of  bracelet  and  earrings, 
—the  very  latest  in  costume  jewelry  from 
Fiftli  Avenue.  Available  in  either  silvery 
rhodium  finish  or  gold  plate. 

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small  earrings  S2.00  postpaid,  matching 
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FOR  ALL  ABSENT-MINDED  MEN  (and  aren't  they 
all)  I  think  this  dapper  dachshund  is  a 
natural.  Made  for  over-night  parking  (or 
even  dead  storage)  my  pet  Rover  has  am- 
ple room  for  a  ring,  watch,  keys,  coins, 
bills  and  a  wallet  .  .  .  a  place  for  every- 
thing that's  dumped  out  of  a  guy's  trous- 
er  pockets  onto  the  dresser.  In  glazed 
pottery,  dachshund  color,  6"  long  from 
tail  to  nose.  $2.75.  Max  Schling  Seedsmen, 
Inc.,  620  M  Madison  Avenue,  New  York  22. 


didn't  work;  it  was  as  though  I  had  petri- 
fied him. 

He  was  the  only  male  on  whom  I  had 
such  a  drastic  effect.  Most  of  my  dates  in 
Hollywood  have  taken  me  out  a  few  times 
and  then  either  joined  the  Army  or  mar- 
ried another  girl.  It's  been  more  than 
three  years  now  since  I  began  working 
in  pictures,  and  still  my  big  moment 
hasn't  shown  his  face.  The  selection  of 
men  in  Hollywood  is  different  only  in  that 
they  are  generally  better  looking  and 
they  drive  flashier  cars.  But  under- 
neath, they  are  quite  the  same  and  present 
the  same  problem— that  of  meeting  some- 
one you  like  who  returns  the  compliment. 

I've  gone  out  with  a  lot  of  men  who 
aren't  actors,  but  among  the  ones  you'd 
know  are  Roddy  McDowall,  Tony  Curtis, 
Vic  Damone,  Nicky  Hilton,  Ronnie  Reagan, 
Dick  Long,  Scott  Brady,  Dick  Anderson, 
an  actor  at  MGM,  and  Jerry  Paris,  a 
New  York  actor.  There's  been  Dick  Con- 
tino  and  Jerome  Courtland  and  Rock  Hud- 
son and  Leonard  Goldstein,  the  producer. 

The  Army  took  away  Dick  Long,  who's 
now  in  Japan,  and  also  Dick  Contino  and 
Vic  Damone,  who's  just  recently  been  re- 
leased. Marriage  took  Jerome  Courtland, 
Tony  Curtis,  and  Ronnie  Reagan.  Scott 
and  Rock  are  both  wonderful  men  and 
fun  to  be  with,  but  my  dates  with  them 
have  been  mostly  on  suggestion  from  the 
publicity  department,  at  premieres  and  so 
forth.  Their  interests  lie  elsewhere  and 
there's  been  no  thought  of  romance. 

I  still  date  Dick  Anderson  and  Leonard 
Goldstein,  and  since  the  latter  left  Uni- 
versal-International, my  studio,  I  feel  a 
lot  easier  about  dating  him  because  it 
used  to  be  that  every  time  I  got  a  good 
role  people  thought  it  was  because  of  his 
influence  at  the  studio.  Now  when  I  make 
any  progress  there's  no  longer  suspicion. 

Some  actors  have  a  habit  of  talking 
shop  from  the  time  they  call  for  a  girl 
until  they  deliver  her  on  her  doorstep, 
and  while  I'm  interested  in  the  industry 
and  its  careers,  I'd  like  a  change  of  sub- 
ject once  in  a  while.  Then  there's  Bill 
Thomas,  a  designer  at  the  studio,  and 
while  Bill  refrains  quite  admirably  from 
his  brand  of  shop  talk,  which  is  clothes, 
I  can't  help  but  get  the  feeling  that  he's 
sizing  up  and  criticizing  my  clothes. 

I  won't  deny  that  when  I  meet  a  man 
for  the  first  time  I  size  him  up  almost  un- 
consciously as  potential  husband  material. 
I  think  it's  just  instinct  in  every  girl,  and 
any  female  who  claims  to  be  above  such 
thoughts  is  a  first-rate  fudger.  Anyway 
I  start  summing  them  up,  and  then  almost 
invariably  there  comes  a  hitch. 

I  recently  met  a  man  with  a  very  force- 
ful personality  and  right  away  I  thought, 
"Here's  somebody  who's  a  real  man  and 
not  a  mouse!"  Well,  I  went  out  with  him 
about  three  times,  and  each  time  was  like 
the  last.  He  spent  the  evening  making  def- 
inite statements  and  then  pounding  on  the 
table  to  emphasize  the  point  that  he  was 
right,  even  if  he  was  trying  to  prove  that 
grass  is  really  pink.  You  know  the  type — 
"I  think  this  is  the  way  it  should  be,  and 
therefore  this  is  the  way  it  is." 

Then  I  know  a  man  who's  the  home- 
loving  type.  Every  woman  likes  this  kind 
of  man,  including  my  mother,  who  is 
always  charmed  by  any  man  who  tends 
to  stay  by  the  hearth.  She's  entitled  to 
her  own  opinion,  but  I  know  that  if  I 
ever  married  this  man,  he  would  be 
choosing  the  wallpaper  and  arranging  the 
furniture  without  even  consulting  me.  And 
when  I  get  married  I  like  to  think  I'll  be 
able  to  arrange  the  flowers  and  buy  the 
'  face  towels  without  any  coaching. 

Three  years  ago  I  went  out  with  a  man 
who  was  most  attractive   and  a  gentle- 
man in  very  way.  But  he  used  to  add  up 
74  every  dinner  bill  presented  to  him  and 


usually  argued  with  the  waiter.  He  would 
figure  the  tip  percentage  down  to  the 
last  nickel,  and  once  he  gave  the  boy  at 
the  Mocambo  parking  lot  a  quarter  and 
asked  for  change.  It  would  have  been 
forgivable  had  he  been  on  his  financial 
uppers,  but  he  was  far  from  it.  Now  I 
don't  approve  of  throwing  money  around 
carelessly,  but  I  am  embarrassed  by  un- 
necessary stinginess. 

Not  too  long  ago  I  was  asked  for  a  date 
by  a  man  who  had  received  a  great  deal  of 
publicity  around  town.  Through  the  grape- 
vine I  had  heard  about  certain  of  his 
faults,  but  then  he  had  his  reputed  good 
points,  too,  so  I  went  out  with  him.  It 
was  the  dullest  evening  I  have  ever  spent. 
He  had  two  subjects  of  conversation;  (a) 
how  much  money  he  had  and  (b)  the 
kind  of  drinks  he  liked.  The  rest  of  the 
chatter  was  devoted  to  a  strange  brand  of 
small  talk  which  was  even  less  than  un- 
important. We  were  with  a  group  of  his 
friends,  and  when  I  turned  to  them  for 
something  interesting  it  developed  that 
they  talked  like  he  did.  The  only  way 
I  can  describe  it — well,  they  just  uttered 
strange  and  senseless  noises,  that's  all. 
Nothing  made  any  sense,  and  although 
much  of  it  might  have  had  to  do  with  their 
own  private  jokes,  I  was  left  out  of  it  as 
though  I'd  been  on  the  other  side  of  a  six- 
foot  wall.  I  didn't  know  whether  to 
chalk  it  up  to  rudeness  or  stupidity  or  both, 
but  needless  to  say  I  didn't  go  out  with 
him  again. 

Sometimes  girls  dream  they'll  bump  into 
Mr.  Right  when  they  round  a  corner 
some  day,  or  that  a  blind,  date  will  develop 
into  the  big  romance.  Me,  I'd  rather  know 
who  I'm  going  out  with  before  I  accept 
an  invitation.  A  girl  in  movies  gets  a 
lot  of  unsolicited  attention  from  men  she 
has  never  met.  They  see  her  on  the  screen, 
and  if  they  happen  to  know  someone  who 
knows  her  personally  they  get  her  address 
or  phone  number,  even  if  they  live  in 
Abercrombie,  Alaska.  Sometimes  it's  em- 
barrassing to  turn  them  down,  particularly 
when  mutual  friends  are  involved,  but  if  a 
girl  does  accept  she  almost  always  finds 
the  same  type:  Wolf.  For  months  I  re- 
ceived long-distance  phone  calls  from  a 
man,  then  when  he  came  to  Hollywood  on 
business  and  phoned  again,  I  told  him  I 
was  too  busy  to  see  him.  But  then  when  he 
learned  I  was  scheduled  to  appear  in  his 
city'  during  a  tour,  he  grew  even  more 
persistent.  To  put  an  end  to  it,  I  made  a 
date  with  him.  "Call  for  me  at  my  hotel," 
I  told  him,  and  could  almost  hear  him 
drooling  over  the  phone.  When  he  arrived 
in  the  lobby  I  was  waiting  for  him,  sur- 
rounded by  five  of  my  friends,  who  pro- 
ceeded to  spend  the  evening  with  us.  His 
perpetual  expression  was  of  a  man  who 
has  just  been  stabbed. 

I  think  there  used  to  be  an  advertise- 
ment by  a  garter  company  which  claimed 
that  a  woman  wouldn't  marry  a  man 
whose  socks  wrinkled  around  his  ankles. 
On  the  face  of  it  that's  a  pretty  silly 
objection,  but  then  a  man  who  isn't  well 
groomed  in  one  respect  is  apt  to  be  sloppy 
in  others  as  well.  I  notice  immediately 
whether  a  man's  shoes  are  shined,  his 
suit  pressed  and  his  shirt  clean.  I  don't 
mean  to  be  fussy  about  details,  but  I 
figure  if  I  spend  a  good  hour  grooming 
myself  for  him,  he  can  do  as  much  for  me. 

As  I  said  before,  I'm  not  perfect,  and 
I  guess  I'm  certainly  incomprehensible 
when  it  comes  to  the  things  I  like  about 
a  man.  I  do  a  complete  switch  when  it 
comes  to  promptness,  because  I'm  never 
on  time  myself.  I  appreciate  that  a  man 
on  time  for  an  appointment  is  showing 
consideration  for  the  other  fellow,  but 
me,  I'd  rather  a  man  be  a  little  late.  I 
suppose  my  obsession  is  a  hangover  from 
one  man  I  used  to  date  who  was  as  correct 


as  a  Swiss-made  watch.  If  he  was  to 
call  for  me  at  seven,  the  doorbell  used  to 
ring  just  as  the  radio  announcer  was 
ringing  his  chimes.  And  of  course,  at  that 
point,  I  was  barely  out  of  the  tub.  That's 
why  I  liked  dating  in  Mexico.  They  get 
so  sunstruck  down  there  that  life  moves 
slowly,  and  it's  the  only  time  in  my  life 
I've  been  ready  for  an  escort,  who  invari- 
ably arrived  at  least  an  hour  late. 

I  like  men  who  are  honest,  even  honest 
to  a  fault.  I'd  rather  a  man  tell  me  my 
new  hat  is  a  horror,  if  he  thinks  so,  than 
lie  to  be  polite  about  it.  Several  times 
I've  dated  a  Hollywood  actor  who's  a 
very  amusing  guy — a  character,  I  suppose 
— but  he  comes  right  out  with  his  opinions 
and  sometimes  offends  people  because  of 
his  frankness.  I've  never  been  offended, 
simply  because  I  like  his  sincerity. 

Sense  of  humor  is  one  of  the  first 
things  I  notice  about  a  man,  and  it  has 
to  be  pretty  weird  to  match  my  own.  I 
suppose  I  shouldn't  admit  it,  but  I'm  al- 
ways the  first  to  laugh  when  somebody 
falls  down.  It's  a  corny  kind  of  humor 
but  I  can't  help  it,  and  unless  people  hurt 
themselves,  I'm  likely  to  go  into  hysterics. 
I  like  men  who  can  take  a  joke  on  them- 
selves, and  I  remember  one  swain  who 
went  down  a  few  notches  in  my  esti- 
mation when  I  found  that  he  couldn't.  He 
had  brought  me  home  after  a  lovely 
evening  and  was  walking  down  our  front 
steps  toward  his  car  when  he  stumbled. 
He  kept  trying  to  get  his  footing  which 
resulted  in  his  almost  spinning  down  the 
walk  and  then  going  flat  on  his  face. 
My  girlish  laughter  could  be  heard  all 
the  way  out  in  Brentwood,  but  he  didn't 
think  it  was  at  all  amusing. 

Another  thing  that  regulates  my  degree 
of  admiration  is  the  way  a  man  reacts  to 
animals.  I  don't  expect  him  to  get  down 
on  the  floor  and  have  a  wrestling  match 
with  my  dogs,  but  I  do  like  to  see  him  pay 
some  attention.  I  recall  the  first  time 
I  went  out  with  one  man — we  spent  about 
15  minutes  in  the  living  room  before  we 
left  the  house,  and  although  my  dogs  were 
sitting  quietly  in  front  of  him,  begging 
politely  for  attention,  he  didn't  so  much 
as  look  at  them. 

Manners  make  a  big  difference,  too.  Of 
course,  now  it  isn't  like  the  old  days, 
when  a  date  often  would  sit  outside  the 
house  and  honk  the  horn  when  he  ar- 
rived. (I  just  let  him  sit  there  and  honk 
until  he  finally  gave  up  and  had  to  come 
to  the  front  door.)  I  go  out  with  older 
men  now,  men  who  are  established  in  life 
and  mannerly  as  a  matter  of  course.  I 
don't  mind  somebody  using  the  wrong 
fork— I  probably  do  that  myself  sometimes 
— but  I  do  dislike  rudeness  to  others. 

Tn  my  early  teens  I  used  to  "grade"  the 
men  entered  in  my  little  book,  and  it's 
fun  to  look  through  it  now  and  see  why 
I  liked  a  boy  or  why  I  disliked  him.  It's 
surprising,  too,  how  closely  I  still  hew  to 
the  same  ideas  and  ideals,  even  though 
I'm  older  and  more  sure  of  what  I  like 
and  want.  I  remember  the  first  boy  who 
asked  if  he  could  kiss  me.  I  was  in  junior 
high  school,  and  I  was  so  confused  I 
thought  I'd  die  on  the  spot.  I  finally  man- 
aged to  say  I  thought  we  were  both  too 
young,  an  astute  observation  if  ever  there 
was  one.  These  days  I'm  a  lot  more  sure 
of  myself,  sure  of  handling  difficult  situ- 
ations and  sure  of  what  I  want  in  a  hus- 
band. Maybe  I'm  asking  for  the  perfect 
man,  and  maybe  I'll  end  up  with  some- 
body who  squeezes  nickels,  beats  dogs,  lies 
like  Paul  Bunyan,  and  never  smiles. 

But  then  I'm  a  woman  and  have  my 
prerogative  and  I  can  change  my  mind 
about  all  these  ideas,  and  think  he's  the 
perfect  man.  END 
(Piper  Laurie  will  soon  be  seen  in  Uni- 
versal-International's Mississippi  Gambler.) 


a  report  on  lana  and  love 

{Continued  from  page  30)  making  of  plans 
and  promises.  In  her  room  across  the 
lake  there  was  a  newspaper.  And  in  the 
paper  there  was  a  story  with  a  Las 
Vegas,  Nevada,  dateline  which  said  that 
Mrs.  Fernando  Lamas  had  been  granted 
a  divorce  from  her  actor  husband,  and 
that  Lamas  was  now  free  to  marry 
the  girl  of  his  choice,  Lana  Turner, 
the  MGM  movie  star.  Lana  sat  in 
the  boat  and  thought  about  it.  All  she 
had  to  do  was  row  to  the  shore,  walk 
into  a  Nevada  court,  ask  for  a  divorce 
from  her  husband,  Bob  Topping,  and  then 
find  a  justice  of  the  peace  and  say  "I  do" 
with  Lamas,  the  man  she  was  admittedly 
in  love  with.  That  would  be  the  end  of  a 
story  that  had  been  in  the  papers  a  long 
time,  ever  since  she  had  started  making  a 
film  called  The  Merry  Widow  with  Lamas 
more  than  a  year  before. 

That  was  all  it  would  take — but  it  was 
a  bigger  step  than  the  world  knew.  And 
Lana  had  to  think  about  it — all  alone. 
Away  from  all  disturbances  and  influences, 
Lana  Turner  was  making  up  her  mind — 
and  they  say  she  made  up  her  mind  to  be 
smart  this  time.  She  was  in  love,  but  she 
was  going  to  be  smart. 

In  general  appearance  Lana  Turner  is 
not  much  different  than  she  was  15  years 
ago  when  she  made  her  first  movie  at 
Warner  Brothers.  Her  figure,  with  the 
help  of  a  little  dieting  in  the  past  few 
years,  is  still  as  curvy  and  exciting  as  it 
was  then.  Her  face  is  still  the  tantalizing 
thing  it  used  to  be,  with  large  dark  eyes 
and  a  sultry  expression,  a  full  mouth  and 
that  overall  appearance  of  a  pout.  In  per- 
sonality she  is  more  reserved,  not  nearly 
as  vivacious,  but  she  laughs  like  she  used 
to  and  cries  when  she  is  unhappy.  Only 


in  her  mind  is  she  really  different.  A  lot 
has  happened.  Lana  has  learned  that  hap- 
piness and  success  do  not  walk  hand  in 
hand  and  that  love,  true  love,  doesn't  al- 
ways come  to  a  girl  just  because  she  is  the 
toast  of  the  most  fabulous  town  in  the 
world. 

Lana  learned  about  men — and  love — the 
Hollywood  high-pressure  way.  Rather  re- 
served, she  was  not  the  busiest  girl  at 
Hollywood  high  school  in  the  evenings. 
As  a  classmate  of  hers  put  it:  "She  was 
so  doggone  beautiful  that  none  of  the  fel- 
lows dared  ask  her  for  a  date.  She  had 
that  cool  attitude  even  then — and  the 
guys  didn't  know  how  to  cope  with  her." 
Even  though  one  or  two  lads  got  close 
enough  to  discover  there  was  warmth  be- 
neath the  chill,  Lana  never  had  the  warm, 
hand-holding  awakening  to  romance  that 
is  every  teen-ager's  birthright.  Instead  she 
was  plucked  from  a  soda  fountain  stool, 
poured  into  a  sweater,  and  projected  life- 
size  on  a  Hollywood  screen. 

Every  man  who  watched  that  screen 
edged  forward  in  his  seat.  From  the  back 
row  came  a  resounding  "WOW!"  In  a 
couple  of  hours  the  word  had  spread  that 
the  sexiest  blonde  in  town  was  toiling  at 
Warners — and  the  chase  was  on.  And  these 
hounds  could  cope  .  .  reserve  or  no  re- 
serve. 

Any  of  the  fellows  who  took  her  out  in 
those  early  days  will  tell  you  that  Lana 
was  naive.  She  dated  indiscriminately. 
She  wasn't  interested  in  the  men,  but  in 
the  places  they  took  her  and  the  times  she 
was  having.  So  she  went  out  with  anyone 
who  promised  something  exciting  and  diff- 
erent in  the  way  of  entertainment.  She 
was  to  be  seen  almost  nightly  at  the  Troca- 
dero  and  the  other  fashionable  night  spots. 
One  night  it  would  be  with  a  lad  who 
could  hardly  dig  up  the  price  of  the  eve- 
ning— and  the  next  it  might  be  a  chap  old 


enough  to  be  her  father.  Lana  was  a 
gay  one  but  certainly  not  romantic. 

Artie  Shaw  was  undoubtedly  the  first 
real  love  she  ever  had.  Shaw  was, 
at  that  time,  the  king  of  hot  music.  He 
was  handsome  and  easy  to  be  with. 
He  was  very  literate.  At  any  rate, 
a  date  with  the  clarinet  player  was  filled 
with  the  promise  of  romance  and  intell- 
igence— and  Lana  was  no  different  from 
any  other  young  girl  of  her  age,  she 
wanted  Shaw,  too.  If  you  ask  her  today 
why  she  married  him  she  will  have  diffi- 
culty explaining  it  to  you,  but  at  the  time 
it  seemed  to  be  the  thing  she  wanted  most. 
She  eloped  on  the  spur  of  the  moment 
and  when  the  world  woke  up  to  its  morn- 
ing papers,  Lana  Turner  was  all  over  the 
front  pages  as  the  gal  who  got  Shaw. 

The  marriage  didn't  last  long.  When 
it  broke  up  as  casually  as  it  started,  Lana 
Turner  vowed  she  would  never  marry 
again;  have  more  sense  if  she  ever  did; 
and  stated  that  she  had  learned  a  lesson 
about  love.    Perhaps  she  thought  she  had. 

As  a  grass  widow  Lana  Turner  lived  her 
role  to  the  hilt.  She  developed  an  ex- 
pression of  a  mixture  of  complete  con- 
centration and  adoration — and  she  seemed 
to  turn  it  on  every  man  she  met.  Her 
suitors  flocked  around  by  the  score.  There 
were  tall  ones,  short  ones,  fat  ones  and 
old  ones  and  they  changed  with  the  regu- 
larity of  nightfall.  It  appeared  that  Lana 
was  really  earnest  about  staying  away 
from  love — except  for  casual  explorations. 

The  newspapers,  though,  didn't  believe 
her.  Seldom  a  week  passed  by  that  her 
name  wasn't  linked  romantically  with  one 
of  the  eligibles  of  the  movies  in  the  col- 
lums.  Victor  Mature  was  head  man  for 
awhile.  This  began  at  first  as  a  publicity 
romance.  Vic  was  coming  ahead  fast  in 
the  pictures  and  Lana  was  in  the  midst  of 


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Lana  became  more  than  a  prop  in  the 
affair.  She  took  a  sincere  liking  to  Vic— 
and  then  everything  went  wrong.  One 
night,  after  a  particularly  bitter  quarrel, 
she  took  off  for  San  Francisco.  Next  morn- 
ing Mature  read  headlines  in  the  papers 
that  stated:  "Lana  Turner  To  Marry  Tony 
Martin." 

Although  this  marriage  never  came  off, 
Tony  Martin  was  also  one  of  Lanas 
sincere  loves.  She  was  completely  capti- 
vated by  the  Martin  male  beauty  and  the 
way  he  crooned  a  love  song.  It  is  said 
that  she  was  more  jealous  of  Tony  Mar- 
tin than  any  man  she  ever  loved.  And 
she  certainly  clung  to  his  good  right  arm 
at  every  opportunity. 

Steve  Crane,  a  Hollywood  restaurant 
owner  and  erstwhile  actor,  was  Lana 
Turner's  second  husband.  Steve  showed 
up  in  Hollywood  out  "of  nowhere  and  in 
a  very  short  time,  due  no  doubt  to  his  good 
looks  and  quiet  manner,  became  one  of 
the  most  popular  escorts  in  town.  He  met 
Lana  at  a  party  and,  according  to  her 
friends,  she  fell  completely  in  love  with 
him  on  sight.  Her  later  actions  deny 
this,  but  that  is  the  way  the  story  goes. 
At  any  rate,  before  people  knew  what  was 
happening,  she  had  eloped  again. 

The  early  days  of  Lana's  marriage  to 
Steve  Crane  were  properly  idyllic.  They 
lived  normally.  Fresh  from  the  feverish 
pace  of  "bachelorhood."  Lana  seemed  con- 
tent to  work  her  eight  hours  and  come 
home  to  quiet  evenings  before  a  cozy  fire. 
But  this,  too,  vanished  one  day  and  the 
Cranes  began  to  appear  more  often  in 
public.  People  began  to  notice  that  Lana 
appeared  restless.  Steve  was  taken  into 
the  army  shortly  afterwards  and  absence 
didn't  make  Lana's  heart  grow  fonder.  A 
short  time  after  his  discharge,  Steve  Crane 
became  Lana's  second  divorce. 

Unlike  the  more  mature  Artie  Shaw, 
Steve  Crane  took  the  separation  from  his 
wife  badlv.  Weeks  of  ineffectual  tries  at 
a  reconciliation  culminated  in  Steve  driv- 
ing his  car  off  a  cliff  one  night,  in  a  re- 
ported attemot  at  suicide.  That  broueht 
Lana  around.  She  went  to  his  hospital 
room  and  when  he  was  well  enough  took 
him  home.  Then  for  a  short  period  she 
seemed  to  have  recaptured  some  of  the 
bliss  she  had  known  in  the  first  days  of 
their  marriage.  But  this,  also,  lasted  just 
a  few  weeks — and  Lana  left  again. 

That  was  when  Cheryl,  Lana's  daugh- 
ter, came  into  the  picture.  On  the  verge 
of  getting  an  annulment,  on  the  grounds 
that  Steve  wasn't  divorced  from  his  for- 
mer wife  when  she  married  him,  Lana 
learned  she  was  pregnant.  She  imme- 
diately called  the  whole  thing  off,  had  the 
baby,  and  then  got  a  divorce.  They  say 
she  really  tried  to  be  a  good  wife  to 
Steve,  but  came  to  the  conclusion  that 
there  was  no  hope.  The  break-up  of  this 
marriage  had  a  very  bad  effect  on  her, 
she  mourned  a  long  time  before  she  got 
back  in  the  social  swim. 

When  she  besan  getting  about  again, 
Lana  Turner,  older  and  wiser  than  be- 
fore, really  tried  to  play  the  part  of  the 
gay  bachelor  girl  with  romance,  but  never 
marriage,  on  her  mind.  She  went  back  to 
a  former  beau,  lawyer  Gregson  Bautzer— 
and  had  quite  a  fling  with  him,  if  the  gos- 
sip columns  are  accurate  in  their  reports. 
Then  she  tried  the  field  again.  Her  pas- 
sion for  Turhan  Bey  was  the  talk  of  the 
town  for  awhile.  Then  it  was  Rory  Cal- 
houn .  .  .  Huntington  Hartford  .  .  .  Robert 
Hutton  and  half  a  dozen  other  lesser 
known  swains.  Lana  was  on  a  merry-go- 
round. 

Hollywood  would  have  given  you  five 
to  one  just  a  few  years  ago  that  Lana 
Turner  and  Tyrone  Power,   a  new  di- 
76  vorce  himself,  would  marry;  become  the 


handsomest  couple  in  Hollywood;  and 
settle  down  and  live  happily  ever  after. 
They  were  inseparable.  They  had  eyes  only 
for  each  other  when  they  appeared  in 
public.  In  their  spare  time  they  were  re- 
decorating Ty's  house  for  their  home  as 
soon  as  they  took  their  vows.  But  one 
day  Ty  met  a  half-Mexican  half-Dutch 
beauty  named  Linda  Christian.  He  fell 
like  a  crippled  Balloon  and,  so  they  say, 
didn't  even  tell  Lana  goodbye.  At  first 
she  was  heartsick,  and  afterwards  furious. 
But  there  was  nothing  she  could  do  about 
it.  She'd  been  jilted.  Lana  Turner  became 
Hollywood's  symbol  for  a  broken  heart. 

Bob  Topping,  Lana  Turner's  third  hus- 
band, came  into  the  picture  at  that  time. 
Topping  has  a  reputation  for  being  a  play- 
boy. However  his  vast  interests  kept  him 
busy  away  from  the  movie  studios.  This 
made  him  a  different  kind  of  a  man  as 
far  as  Lana  Turner  was  concerned.  She 
was  terribly  interested.  Bob's  courtship 
was  along  eastern  lines.  He  had  no  glam- 

It's  been  said  that  Jane  Russell 
should  have  a  good  singing  voice 
— look  where  it  comes  from. 

Sidney  Skohky  in 
Hollywood  Is  My  Beat 

or  or  handsome  face.  He  just  came  calling 
like  a  business  man  dating  a  pretty  girl. 
Lana  liked  it  and  dreamed  of  the  future, 
imagining  it  would  be  just  the  same.  They 
were  married  in  an  elaborate  ceremony 
at  the  home  of  William  Wilkerson,  the 
publisher  who  had  discovered  her  on  the 
soda  fountain  stool  years  before.  Lana 
knew  that  this  time  it  was  for  keeps. 

Many  say  that  Lana  was  completely 
happy  with  Bob  Topping  for  a  long  time. 
Others  remind  them  that  Bob  stayed  in  the 
east  for  more  than  a  year,  keeping  her 
away  from  pictures,  and  that  when  he 
did  come  back  to  Hollywood  he  didn't 
want  his  wife  to  work  in  the  movies. 
They  contend  this  made  her  miserable. 
No  matter  which  is  true,  it  became  com- 
mon Hollywood  gossip  shortly  after  Lana 
and  Bob  Topping  moved  into  their  huge 
Holmby  Hills  mansion  that  there  was 
more  than  the  usual  amount  of  discord 
in  the  house.  Bob,  they  said,  hated  Hol- 
lywood and  found  escape  from  it  in  the 
family  bar.  At  any  rate,  he  was  never 
a  genial  chap  around  picture  people. 

For  a  long  time  Lana  Turner  heatedly 
denied  reports  that  she  was  not  happy, 
and  that  her  marriage  was  on  the  verge 
of  collapse.  Topping,  now  that  we  think 
of  it,  never  bothered  to  deny  anything. 
When  they  went  out  in  public  Lana 
seemed  like  a  different  person.  She 
sat  quietly  at  their  table  seldom  talking 
to  anyone — and  when  she  waved  at  a 
friend  or  exchanged  a  greeting  it  was  al- 
ways a  chilly  thing.  The  town  couldn't 
understand  it.  But  Lana  understood  her- 
self. She  was  doing  everything  in  her 
power  to  save  this  marriage. 

This  writer  happened  to  be  present 
at  the  blow-off  party.  It  was  a  charity 
affair  at  Mocambo.  Lana  and  Bob  had 
a  ringside  table,  because  Lana  was  slated 
to  appear  in  the  show.  During  the  eve- 
ning nobody  saw  the  Toppings  exchange 
a  civil  word.  For  the  most  part  Lana 
and  Bob  just  sat  silently  looking  at  every- 
thing but  each  other.  Her  heart  was 
in  her  face  that  night — and  even  an  ama- 
teur observer  could  tell  that  she  was 
through.  As  her  friends  left  they  didn't 
go  up  to  speak  to  her.  They  didn't  want 
to  look  in  her  eyes. 

While  this  is  being  written,  Lana  Turner 
is  still  a  married  woman,  although  it  is 
susnected  that  at  any  moment  she  will 
apply  for  her  divorce  and  marry  Fer- 
nando Lamas.  Actually,  the  only  thing  that 
is  holding  up  the  wedding,  according  to 
the  best  informed  sources,  is  the  matter 


of  a  property  settlement  with  Topping. 
It  seems  he  is  bargaining  to  trade  the 
jewelry  he  gave  his  wife  (heirlooms,  they 
say)  for  the  title  to  the  home  they  lived 
in.  In  the  meantime  Lana  has  been  sit- 
ting out  the  waiting  period  prior  to  a 
divorce  application  at  Lake  Tahoe.  She 
has  been  there  long  enough.  Now  all  it 
will  take  is  a  few  minutes  before  a  judge 
to  get  her  freedom  back. 

During  this  waiting  period,  Lana  has 
been  trying  to  find  Bob  Topping,  hoping 
to  serve  him  with  a  summons  that  will 
bring  him  under  the  jurisdiction  of  the 
Nevada  courts.  She  has  told  her  pals  that 
after  15  years  in  the  movies  she  is  prac- 
tically broke — and  that  all  she  wants  from 
her  former  husband  is  the  money  she  paid 
to  maintain  their  home — and  the  house  it- 
self. But  if  Topping  does  not  make  him- 
self available  to  her  lawyers,  or  sign  a 
settlement  that  is  approved  by  the  Nevada 
courts,  Lana  will  have  to  walk  away 
from  him  with  nothing,  not  even  a  roof 
that  she  can  call  her  own.  That  is  the  rea- 
son for  the  delay. 

Fernando  Lamas  is  unlike  any  man  that 
Lana  Turner  has  ever  been  in  love  with 
before.  He  is  violently  Latin.  He  is  more 
handsome  than  any  of  her  men — and  is, 
like  most  Latins,  much  more  attentive 
than  any  of  the  others.  However,  since  he 
lived  in  South  America,  where  a  woman 
is  not  quite  on  a  par  with  a  man  in  mar- 
riage, there  is  some  speculation  that  he 
might  revert  to  his  native  type  once  the 
knot  is  tied.  These  are  the  things  that 
Lana  Turner  has  to  think  about. 

At  32,  Lana  is  a  changed  woman.  She  is 
much  more  proper  than  she  used  to  be  and 
seems  to  have  tired  of  the  gay  life.  Al- 
though she  has  been  the  constant  com- 
panion of  Lamas  for  nearly  a  year,  they 
have  not  been  seen  in  public  more  than 
a  dozen  times.  And  never  in  the  hot 
Sunset  Strip  spots.  It  is  believed  that  this 
time  Lana  really  intends  to  live  a  sedate 
life,  with  •  home  and  fire  and  slippers 
after  a  day's  work.  She  hasn't  lost  all 
of  her  zest,  though.  People  she  works 
with  say  she  is  just  as  much  fun  as  ever 
on  the  set,  but  not  as  zany. 

I-  amas  is  a  mature  man,  too.  He  is  not 
J  much  older  than  Lana  but  he  has  an 
adult  approach  to  life's  problems  and  is 
not  a  playboy  or  a  free  spender.  Although 
he  has  been  married,  he  has  not  been 
working  at  it  for  a  few  years — and  until 
he  met  Lana  he  had  not  shown  any  inter- 
est in  the  Hollywood  girls.  So  fidelity 
can  be  chalked  up  to  his  credit.  He  is 
anxious,  they  say,  to  marry  just  once 
more  and  will  no  doubt  keep  away  from 
the  temptations  that  make  Hollywood 
marriages  such  hazardous  enterprises. 

Lana  Turner  has  thought  of  all  of  these 
things.  This  time  she  is  going  to  be  sure. 
Browned  and  healthy  from  weeks  in  the 
open,  she  has  a  clear  mind  and  a  hopeful 
heart.  She's  had  time  to  go  over  the  mis- 
takes she  had  made  in  the  past;  to  look 
into  the  reasons  why  it  hadn't  worked  with 
Artie  Shaw,  Steve  Crane,  Bob  Topping— 
and  why  it  hadn't  come  up  marriage  with 
Greg  Bautzer,  Vic  Mature,  Ty  Power,  Bob 
Hutton  or  the  other  men  she  had  been  in 
love  with. 

Yes,  it  was  a  day  for  thinking  and  medi- 
tation on  life  and  love.  The  oar  locks 
creaked  and  the  oars  slapped  the  top  of 
the  water  as  they  bounced  to  the  rhythm 
of  the  chop  on  the  lake.  The  sun  was  bright 
and  the  wind  fresh  and  the  chill  in  the  air 
exhilarating. 

When  Lana  Turner  reached  for  the  oars 
and  pointed  her  boat  toward  the  shore  and 
the  cabin  in  the  trees,  she  had  it  all  figured 
out:  No  more  tries  at  marriage.  This  time 
it  would  be  for  keeps.  She'd  let  experi- 
ence make  her  an  expert  at  keeping  a  man 
happy — and  at  being  happy  herself.  END 


the  quiet  man 

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we  really  love  to  be  with." 

"You  like  people,  Bill,"  Brenda  said. 

"I'm  not  talking  about  the  people  I  work 
with.  I'm  talking  about  our  social  life. 
Isn't  it  true  that  it's  better  to  confine  our- 
selves to  the  people  we  really  love,  to  know 
them  better,  than  to  dissipate  all  this  time 
on  parties?" 

So  the  parties — the  big,  lavish,  meaning- 
less parties — are  out  so  far  as  the  Holdens 
are  concerned.  And  it's  been  a  tough 
fight.  Because  in  turning  down  invitations 
one  is  apt  to  hear,  "Who  does  Bill  Holden 
think  he  is?"  Or,  "Why,  I  remember  him 
when  he  came  back  from  the  Army  with- 
out a  dime."  Or,  "I  guess  his  success  has 
gone  to  his  head." 

Well,  who  does  Bill  Holden  think  he  is? 
Let's  find  out.  Let's  examine  your  "dream- 
boat"  and  discover  what  makes  him  tick. 

Bill  Holden  is  a  most  complicated  young 
man.  There  were  no  show  people  in  the 
Beedle  family  (William  Beedle  is  his  real 
name).  There  was  not  even  a  maiden 
aunt  who  longed  to  go  on  the  stage.  Bill's 
father  was  a  chemist  with  a  business  of 
his  own  and  he  wanted  Bill,  the  oldest  son, 
to  go  into  partnership  with  him.  But  Bill 
knew  from  the  time  he  knew  anything 
that  he  had  to  be  an  actor.  "I  felt  by  be- 
ing an  actor  I  could  express  myself  better 
than  in  any  other  way.  I  like  to  see  people 
amused  and  entertained  and  educated.  I 
have  a  great  yen  for  self-expression.  Who 
knows  why  it  was  acting  that  seemed  most 
right  for  me.  Something  in  my  childhood? 
Maybe.  I  don't  know  what  it  could  have 
been.  Why  acting  rather  than  writing 
or  painting?  All  I  know  is  that  this  is 
what  I  wanted.  This,  it  seemed  to  me, 
was  the  only  thing  that  could  satisfy  me." 


He  began  to  act  at  the  Pasadena  Com- 
munity Theater  when  he  was  19  and  he 
never  thought  about  the  money  such  a 
career  might  bring  nor  the  personal  glory. 
He  has  never  made  a  splash,  hired  a  per- 
sonal press  agent,  anything  like  that. 

He  had  the  burning  drive  for  acting, 
the  aspiration.  So  it  was  surprising  that 
when  he  married  Brenda  Marshall,  a  very 
good  actress,  he  could  countenance  her  re- 
tirement. The  only  thing  you  could  sup- 
pose was  that  Brenda — or  Ardis,  which 
is  her  real  name,  and  that's  what  Bill  calls 
her — did  not  have  the  big  drive. 

"But  that's  not  true,"  Bill  says.  "Why, 
just  think  of  her.  A  kid  from  Texas  who 
wanted  to  be  an  actress  so  much  that  she 
went  to  New  York,  lived  in  those  wretched 
brownstone  flats  on  21  dollars  a  week, 
when  she  could  make  21  dollars  a  week, 
studied  like  a  fiend  with  that  great  teacher 
Ouspenskaya.  Oh  yes,  here  was  a  girl 
with  the  burn  for  acting.  I  think  what 
happened  was  that  she  simply  found 
something  that  was  more  important  to 
her — our  home  and  the  kids." 

Being  married  to  Bill  Holden  is  not  the 
easiest  job  there  is.  He  is  extremely  high- 
tempered.  Small  things  annoy  him.  Stu- 
pidities annoy  him.  If  the  soup  comes  on 
the  tabel  luke-warm,  he's  apt  to  blow  up. 
(He  doesn't  like  anything  lukewarm.)  But 
Brenda  understands  him  and  he  under- 
stands her.  He  knows,  for  example,  when 
she  gets  the  itch  for  acting.  Despite  the 
fact  that  she  strung  along  with  his  belief 
that,  "if  you  aren't  with  your  children 
during  the  formative  years,  you  suffer  an 
emotional  loss,"  she  becomes  restless  every 
now  and  again  and  wants  to  stand  in  front 
of  that  camera. 

In  1947,  when  Bill  was  making  a  movie 
at  Columbia,  Brenda  played  opposite  Alan 
Ladd  in  Whispering  Smith.  The  picture 
was  filmed  at  Paramount,  Bill's  home  lot, 


and  Brenda  used  his  comfortable  dressing 
room.  It  seemed  like  a  very  good  ar- 
rangement. But  when  the  picture  was 
finished  Brenda  said,  "Never  again.  I 
didn't  realize  how  much  I  missed  the  kids." 

But  in  1949  she  got  the  itch  again  and 
made  a  film  with  George  Montgomery 
and  once  more  she  said,  "Never  again." 
During  the  past  year  she  has  done  sev- 
eral radio  shows  with  Bill. 

TP  here  is  no  friction  between  these  two 
*  because  of  Brenda's  giving  up  her 
career.  When  they  were  in  Europe  re- 
cently it  made  them  both  laugh  when 
people  would  crowd  around  calling, 
"Bren-da  Mar-shall.  Bren-da  Mar-sh.aU." 
They  knew  her  much  better  than  William 
Hol-de?i.  To  the  European,  Bill  was  an 
upstart  newcomer  in  films  and  Brenda, 
whose  pictures  they  were  still  seeing,  was 
an  established  star. 

Bill's  biggest  dream  is  'to  make  a  pic- 
ture with  Ardis.'  "I  think,"  he  says,  "we 
would  work  well  together."  Brenda  would 
like  this  too.  Although  the  marriage  is 
a  solid  one,  their  working  on  the  screen 
together  would  give  them  both  a  kind  of 
security.  And  security  is  vitally  im- 
portant to  Bill  Holden. 

His  earliest  memory  is  of  the  peaceful 
security  of  his  home.  The  Beedle  family 
lived  in  a  small  town  in  Illinois.  At  the 
back  of  the  comfortable  house  there  was 
a  farmyard.  This  was  not  "the  farm," 
which  was  out  of  town.  This  was  merely 
a  place  where  there  were  chickens  and  a 
couple  of  cows  and  a  little  white  dog.  Bill 
remembers  being  put  out  in  this  yard  to 
take  a  sun  bath,  and  watching  the  chickens 
and  the  cows  and  the  dog.  That's  all.  It 
merely  shows  that  his  first  memory  was 
a  happy  one. 

But  he  knew  insecurity  a  little  while 
later  and  this  was  the  most  impressive  mo- 


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1938,  and  Hopper  White  Clay 
Pack  has  been  an  important 
part  of  my  facial  routine.  My 
skin  is  as  firm  and  smooth  and 
clear  as  it  was  in  my  teens." 

Famous  Beauties  Stay 
Lovelier  For  Years  This  Way 

Great  beauty  then,  great  beauty  now!  And  Hopper  White 
Clay  Pack  is  the  wonderful  treatment  she  uses  to  help  her 
skin  stay  clear,  supple  and  youthful-looking. 

Faithful  use  of  White  Clay  Pack  can  help  you  through  the 
years  with  thrilling  success.  You'll  see  why  the  first  time  you 
use  it.  Pat  on  this  pleasant  cream— leave  it  on  ten  minutes. 
You  actually  feel  its  firming,  tightening  astringent  action. 
Then  rinse  off  with  cold  water. 

White  Clay  Pack  leaves  your  skin  amazingly  refreshed, 
noticeably  smoother  and  firmer.  It  clears  pore  openings, 
loosens  even  stubborn  blackheads,  and  removes  excess  oils  to 
take  away  that  "shine."  Yes — 

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ment  of  Bill's  impressionable  childhood. 

Bill's  father  went  to  California  and  was 
out  there  for  a  year.  Although  Bill's 
mother  did  not  tell  the  boy  why  the 
father  had  gone,  he  was  sensitive  enough 
to  know  that  something  was  wrong.  All 
the  other  kids  had  fathers  in  the  house. 
And  now  for  a  year  there  was  just  the 
mother,  Bill  and  the  baby.  Bill  now  knows 
that  his  father  was  away  for  financial  rea- 
sons. 

Although  he  was  only  four  years  old 
at  the  time,  he  can  still  recall  the  emotion 
he  felt  there  in  the  Los  Angeles  railroad 
station  when  he  saw  his  father  again  and 
knew  that  the  family  was  to  be  a  family 
once  more.  The  mother.  The  father.  The 
boy.  The  baby.  It  was  the  happiest  mo- 
ment of  his  life  when  the  father  opened 
the  door  of  the  home  he  had  made  for 
them  in  California. 

Since  his  earliest  memory  is  of  a  pleas- 
ant barnyard  and  his  most  impressive 
memory  has  a  happy  rather  than  a  frus- 
trating ending  you  might  assume  that  this 
is  a  completely  calm,  completely  controlled 
young  man,  but  one  of  his  outstanding 
characteristics  is  his  quick  and  violent 
temper  which  lashes  out  at  human  frail- 
ities.  He  has  no  time  for  a  person  who 
makes  the  same  mistake  twice.  But  there 
is  one  thing  about  Billy's  temper.  You 
always  know   exactly  where  you  stand 


with  him.  He  is  not  expert  at  conceal- 
ing his  emotions.  If  he  thinks  you're 
wrong,  you'll  know  it  right  away.  By  the 
same  token  if  you  please  him,  he  is  quick 
to  show  his  appreciation. 

Most  people  have  been  disillusioned. 
Especially  actors  who  run  into  their 
share  of  fair-weather  friends,  people  who 
pretend  to  be  charming  and  pull  the  dirty 
deal.  But  this  is  how  Bill  Holden  feels. 
"I  am  too  much  of  a  cynic  basically  to  be 
disillusioned.  Not  because  of  any  lack  of 
faith  in  people  or  situations.  A  cynic  can 
never  be  disillusioned  because  he  does  not 
expect  perfection.  It  can  anger  him  when 
he  does  not  find  it,  but  it  can't  disillusion 
him.  You  see,  I  fall  somewhere  between 
the  optimist  and  the  pessimist.  I  have  al- 
ways tried  to  see  both  the  good  and  the 
bad  points  of  every  situation.  I  think  I  am 
more  down  to  earth  than  either  the  op- 
timist or  the  pessimist  because  I  look  both 
ways." 

If  you  ask  his  friends  who  Bill  Holden 
thinks  he  is,  you'll  hear  one  thing  again 
and  again.  "Bill  is  a  hypochondriac.  He's 
always  imagining  that  he's  sick."  And, 
"Bill  is  the  worry-wart  of  all  time.  Golly, 
that  boy  just  makes  up  things  to  worry 
about." 

So  you  ask  Bill  about  this.  Is  he  or  isn't 
he?    And  this  is  the  answer  you'll  get. 


"Perhaps  I  am  a  worrier,"  he'll  say,  "but 
how  do  you  define  the  word  and  the  de- 
gree so  that  you  can  say,  'This  person  is 
a  worrier'  and  "That  person  does  not 
worry?'  We'd  all  be  fools  if  we  didn't 
worry  some.  I've  always  believed  that 
an  ounce  of  prevention  is  worth  a  pound 
of  cure,  and  when  vitamins  were  first  put 
on  the  market  in  commercial  form  I  took 
them.  They  made  me  feel  good.  I  don't 
think  this  makes  me  a  notorious  pill-swal- 
lower,  and  I  don't  know  whose  business  it 
is  if  I  want  to  take  vitamins.  I'm  not  a 
hypochondriac  and  I've  never  had  any- 
thing the  matter  with  me." 

Ask  him  what  he  fears  and  you  will 
hear,  "I  don't  fear  anything  except  God. 
My  philosophy  has  changed  many  times. 
I  only  know  as  much  as  that  which  is  be- 
hind me.  I  don't  know  what's  ahead  in 
experience.  So  my  philosophy  may  change 
many  times  before  I  die.  I  hope  it  does.^ 
Otherwise,  how  do  I  progress?  How  do 
I  revitalize  myself?" 

How  does  he  revitalize  himself?  And 
how  does  he  live  with  himself  and  his  re- 
grets? For  he  is  human  enough  to  have 
a  profound  and  passionate  regret. 

He  lost  his  brother  in  World  War  II. 
That  was  the  baby  who  was  a  part  of  the 
family  scene  at  the  train.  Bill  feels  that 
he  failed  him.  The  boy  wanted  a  picture 
of  Ardis  and  Bill  and  the  kids,  and  Bill, 
who  did  not  know  he  was  going  overseas 
so  soon,  neglected  to  send  it  to  him.  "Did 
I  say  I  failed  him?"  Bill  asked.  "I  didn't 
fail  him.    I  failed  myself." 

There  was  the  time  they  could  have  met 
in  Texas.  Both  boys  were  in  service.  Both 
boys  had  leaves.  Bill  could  have  met  his 
brother  whom  he  had  not  seen  for  quite 
awhile.  Instead  Bill  spent  his  leave  doing 
a  radio  show  to  promote  the  sale  of  war 
bonds.  "But,"  Bill  says,  "you  cannot  live 
your  life  with  these  regrets.  It  is  selfish. 
If  my  brother  had  lived,  it  would  not  have 
occurred  to  me  that  I  had  failed  him  by 
not  sending  the  pictures — that's  just  norm- 
al neglect.  It  would  have  seemed  right 
that  I  sell  the  bonds  rather  than  see  my 
brother.  But  it  is  also  a  good  thing  to  take 
stock  of  one's  behavior,  to  ask  while  peo- 
ple are  still  living,  'What  can  I  do  to  make 
people  more  comfortable?' " 

For  Bill  Holden  has  a  profound  dedi- 
cation to  life.  You  have  to  know  him  very 
well  to  learn  what  he  wants  from  life, 
because,  as  he  says,  it  sounds  so  corny. 
But  if  you  really  want  to  know  who  Bill 
Holden  thinks  he  is  you  have  to  know  his 
secret  wish.  It  is  simply  this:  He  wants 
everything  to  be  better.  "And  if  that's 
corny  make  the  most  of  it,"  he  says.  "Per- 
sonally I  think  wanting  everything — and 
it's  everything,  mind  you — to  be  better  is 
the  divine  wish." 

Bill  went  on.  "I  like  to  see  people  en- 
joy themselves — and  I  don't  necessarily 
mean  in  night  clubs  and  other  so-called 
places  of  amusement.  I  like  to  see  people 
participating  in  a  project — making  a  movie, 
for  example,  the  crew  working  together 
as  a  unit,  the  cast  and  the  director  seeing 
eye  to  eye,  enjoying  the  work.  Or  people 
together  in  a  community  project  or  to- 
gether in  family  life.  That's  how  I  think 
people  really  enjoy  themselves." 

Beside  this,  Bill  has  two  ways  of  en- 
joying himself.  He  has  recently  put  in 
a  swimming  pool  at  his  and  Brenda's  home 
and  it  thrills  him  to  "see  the  kids  develop, 
watch  the  litle  bodies  grow  stronger  day 
by  day.  They  are  all  going  to  turn  out 
to  be  real  good  swimmers."  And  then 
there  is  the  pleasure  he  knows  during 
"time  spent  in  good  conversation  with  good 
friends." 

Although  Bill  Holden  is  a  young  man, 
he  is  intellectually  and  emotionally 
an  adult.    He  grew  up  when  he  got  out 


easy  money 


No  matter  how  many  shopping  days  ti 
read  this  and  latch  on  to  some  of  the 
you  have  to  do  is  read  all  the  stories 


Christmas,  you'll  want  to  get  busy  when  you 
free  and  easy  money  we're  giving  away.  All 
n  this  December  issue  and  fill  out  the  ques- 
md  it  to  us  right  away.  A  crisp,  new  one-dollar 
people  we  hear  from.  So  get  started.  You  may  be 


Which  of  the  stories  did  you  like  least? 


What  3  MALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues?  List  them  I, 
2,  3,  in  order  of  preference. 


What  3  FEMALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues? 


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tionnaire  below — carefully.  Then  s« 
bill  will  go  to  each  of  the  first  100 
one  of  the  lucky  winners. 

QUESTIONNAIRE:  Which  stories  and  features  did  you  enjoy  most  in  this  issue? 
WRITE  THE  NUMBERS  I,  2  and  3  AT  THE  FAR  LEFT  of  your  first,  second  and  third 
choices.  Then  let  us  know  what  stars  you'd  like  to  read  about  in  future  issues. 

□  The  Inside  Story 

□  Louella  Parsons'  Good  News 

□  Mike  Connolly's  Hollywood  Report 

□  Take  My  Word  For  It 
by  Corinne  Calvet 

□  American  In  London  (Gene  Kelly) 

□  What  Really  Happened  To 
Mario  Lanza 

□  A  Report  On  Lana  And  Love 
(Lana  Turner) 

□  Hedda  Hopper  Spikes  Those 
Betty  Grable  Rumors 

□  They  Call  Him  The  Quiet  Man 
(Bill  Holden) 

□  Shelley's  Greatest  Secret 
(Shelley  Winters) 

□  .  .  .  And  Everything  Goes  Crazy 
(Tony  Curtis-Janet  Leigh) 

□  What's  The  Trouble,  Esther? 
(Esther  Williams) 

□  A  New  Love  For  The  Queen? 
(Barbara  Stanwyck) 

□  Cowpuncher's  Castle  (Gene  Autry) 

□  The  Men  In  My  Life  (Piper  Laurie) 

□  "We're  Not  Mad  At  Anybody" 
(Jean  Simmons-Stewart  Granger) 

□  The  True  Life  Story  Of  Marilyn  Monroe 

□  Return  Of  Faith  by  David  Wayne 

□  Movie  Reviews  by  Jonathan  Kilbourn 


What  MALE  star  do 


you 


like 


st? 


What  FEMALE  star  do  you  like  least? 

What  3  television  stars  (MALE  or  FE- 
MALE) would  you  like  to  read  about  in 
fature  issues?  List  them  I,  2,  3. 


My  name  is  

My  address  is  

City   Zone. . . . 

State   I  .am  ....  yrs.  old 

ADDRESS  TO:  POLL  DEPT..  MODERN 
SCREEN,  BOX  125,  MURRAY  HILL 
STATION,    NEW    YORK    16,    N.  Y. 


of  service.  Then  he  found  himself,  as  he 
says,  "artistically  and  financially  bankrupt." 
He  was  an  actor  without  a  job.  He  was 
a  husband  and  the  father  of  three  chil- 
dren without  money.  In  any  man's  lan- 
guage this  is  a  situation,  but  Bill  knew 
what  he  must  do. 

He  had  to  grow  up  and  grow  up  fast. 
Was  he  to  get  a  job,  any  job  to  make  some 
money  to  support  his  family?  What  could 
he  do?  Except  for  one  summer  when  he 
was  going  to  school  and  had  worked  at  his 
father's  chemical  plant  he  had  never  done 
anything  but  act.  How  was  he  equipped 
to  earn  a  living?  Yet  he  was  "artistically 
and  financially  bankrupt."  He  put  art 
first.  He  knew  he  had  to  put  his  artistic 
house  in  order  or  he  would  be  unable  to 
survive. 

He  saw  that  there  was  a  kind  of  renais- 
sance in  the  art  world.  Everything  was 
more  factual.  Films  were  nodding  to  the 
documentary.  Television  was  able  to  re- 
port an  event  while  it  occurred.  Bill  knew 
he  must  ride  with  the  change  in  his  world. 
What  he  had  known  about  acting  before 
he  went  into  Service  was  now  old- 
fashioned.  So  he  studied  to  change  his 
entire  approach  to  his  job.  And  by  better- 
ing himself  artistically  "the  financial 
thing,"  as  he  says,  "took  care  of  itself." 

He  did  not  fly  off  in  all  directions.  He 
knew  he  was  an  actor.  To  make  himself 
a  better  actor  would,  he  felt,  assure  fi- 
nancial success.  At  least  he  knew  that  he 
had  to  give  it  a  go  thoughtfully  and  so- 
berly. But  he  says,  "Nobody  does  a  job 
with  bootstraps  alone.  You  need  help 
along  the  way.  I  got  that  help.  Willy 
Wilder,  that  fine  director,  asked  for  me  in 
his  pictures  and  contributed  immeasur- 
ably to  what  success  I  have.  Others  helped 
too.  For  no  man  is  an  island  and  without 
the  sincere  help  of  others  there  can  be  no 
real  success."  Bill  loves  people.  He  likes 
to  work  with  people  as  part  of  a  unit.  He 
is  not  a  rugged  individualist. 

But  the  funny  thing  about  Bill  is  that  for 
all  his  lofty  feeling  for  art  the  thing  that 
makes  him  really  laugh  is  slapstick  com- 
edy. He  roars  at  The  Three  Stooges  and 
the  beatings  they  take.  And  Martin  and 
Lewis.  Wow!  Once,  shortly  after  he  got 
out  of  the  Army  when  his  spirits  were  at 
their  lowest  ebb,  he  went  into  a  variety 
show  in  downtown  Los  Angeles.  A  cou- 
ple of  knockabout  comics  were  on  the 
stage.  Bill  laughed  so  much  that  an  usher 
tapped  him  on  the  shoulder  and  asked  him 
to  pipe  down.  Others  in  the  audience 
couldn't  hear  what  was  being  said  on  the 
stage.  He  came  out  of  the  theatre  happy 
and  refreshed. 

Although  Bill  knows  and  understands 
classical  music,  he  is  crazy  about  New 
Orleans  jazz.  He  has  a  huge  record  col- 
lection of  this  type  of  music,  and  when 
he  was  in  New  Orleans  not  too  long  ago 
he  bought  himself  some  bones.  Brenda 
says  one  of  the  funniest  sights  of  all  time 
was  Bill  learning  to  rattle  those  bones.  He 
would  get  off  in  a  corner  of  the  house 
and,  his  brow  furrowed,  concentrate  on  the 
bones  as  if  he  were  studying  nothing  less 
than  the  Einstein  theory. 

He  rattles  the  bones  very  well  indeed 
because  he  has  perfect  rhythm.  Just  watch 
him  move  and  you  realize  his  sense  of 
rhythm. 

But  Bill  does  not  impose  his  talent  for 
bone  playing  on  his  friends.  He  is  no 
exhibitionist.  When  he  comes  into  a 
room  full  of  people  he  has  no  desire  to  be 
"a  character."  If,  however,  he  likes  the 
people  in  the  room  and  the  feeling  is  warm 
and  friendly  and  he  remembers  a  story  he 
thinks  will  amuse,  he  can  be  the  funniest 
guy  in  the  world.  He  tells  a  story  very 
well  and  can  set  his  friends  off  into 
howls  of  laughter  when  be  feels  like  it 


BRING  OUT  THE  HIDDEN 
BEAUTY  OF  YOUR  EYES 


PREFERRED  BY  LOVELY 
GIRLS    THE     WORLD  OVER 


EYE     SHADOW    •   EYEBROW     PENCIL    •  MASCARA 


® 


any  wigwam 


f 


Pamper  your  feet  like  an  Indian  princess 

in  Honeybugs'  leather  -moccasin  wfth  the  washable 
mock  beaded  vamp  and  cuddly  fur  collar. 
Sizes  4  to  9,  in  war-paint  colors. 

Perspiration  and  odor  resistant  PEDI-PURE  Lining  for  health  and  daintiness  ^ 


But  laughter  is  not  the  end  and  aim  of 
this  young  man's  life.  He  changed  much 
of  his  thinking  while  he  and  Brenda  were 
in  Europe.  "You  need  a  month  in  Europe 
to  adjust  to  the  new  way  of  life,"  he  says, 
"and  then  you  need  a  couple  more  months 
actually  to  live  and  to  realize  that  what 
we  think  are  such  important  problems  in 
Hollywood  lose  their  importance.  That's 
good." 

Early  in  the  European  stay  Willy  Wil- 
der was  there  too.  He  telephoned  the  Hol- 
dens  to  say  he  had  planned  a  day.  Bill 
said  he  was  beat  and  could  not  get  up 
early  enough.  Wilder  jumped  on  him 
with  all  four  feet.  What  he  said  about 
getting  the  lead  out  is  unprintable.  So 
Bill  and  Brenda  went  on  the  tour  and 
now  Bill  says,  "It  was  one  of  the  best  days 
of  my  life,"  and  he  has  learned  that  you 
cannot  miss  a  day  of  life  because  life  is 
something  to  explore,  to  search  out,  to  ex- 
perience and  to  know  thoroughly. 


There  are  no  actorish  trappings  about 
Bill.  It  took  him  forever  to  make  up  his 
mind  to  buy  a  Cadillac.  He  knew  the  car 
had  a  good  motor  but  it  seemed  so  osten- 
tatious. It's  not  that  he  cares  what  people 
think  of  him,  but  he  cares  what  he  thinks 
of  himself.  For  there  is  absolutely  and 
positively  nothing  phony  about  him. 

The  way  he  has  managed  to  become  a 
real  father  to  his  stepdaughter,  Virginia, 
brings  a  lump  to  the  throat.  Since  he 
feels  no  difference  between  her  and  his 
own  children,  she  is  given  the  security  of 
a  father  and  it  has  been  his  and  Brenda's 
chore  to  guide  the  child  through  the 
perilous  days  of  adolescence.  He  is  a  good 
father.  Not  a  mushy  father  but  a  good 
friendly  parent. 

Not  so  long  ago  Virginia  wanted  to  do 
something  that  Bill  felt  she  would  regret 
later.  He  explained  to  her  why  the  laws 
for  minors  were  made,  i.  e.  because  only 
mature  judgment  should  be  brought  to 


bear  on  a  mature  step.  So  he  asked  Vir- 
ginia to  sit  down  and  write  out  everything 
she  had  believed  a  year  ago  and  then  to 
list  everything  she  believed  today.  She  was 
amazed  to  discover  how  her  point  of  view 
had  changed  and  Bill  was  then  able  to 
point  out  that  if  she  had  changed  so  much 
in  the  past  year  it  was  inevitable  that  she 
change  as  drastically  in  the  coming  one. 

Bill  Holden  is  an  exciting,  interesting, 
intellectual  young  man.  He  is  compli- 
cated but  not  confused.  Brenda  summed 
him  up  when  she  said,  "He  is  like  a  guy 
walking  three  straight  lines.  When  he's 
in  the  right  lane  he  will  veer  to  the  right. 
When  he's  in  the  left  lane  hell  lean  that 
way.  But  when  he's  walking  down  the 
middle  where  he's  supposed  to  walk — well, 
that's  when  he  really  walks  straight."  END 

(Bill  Holden  can  be  seen  soon  in  Para- 
mount's  Stalag  17.) 


cowpuncher's  castle 

(Continued  from  page  46)  decided  upon  is 
early  California  in  style — thick  adobe 
brick  walls,  exposed  beams,  great  stone 
fireplaces,  wide  balconies,  and  red-tile 
roofs.  They  asked  their  architect,  however, 
to  take  a  good  many  liberties  with  the 
traditional  California-Spanish  design,  be- 
cause for  one  thing  Gene  insists  upon 
rooms  that  are  light  and  sunny.  This  is 
why  the  southern  or  garden  exposure  of 
the  house  features  floor-to-ceiling  win- 
dows in  the  living  room,  the  bar,  and  the 
dining  room.  The  master  bedroom  also 
boasts  three  large  glass  doors  which  open 
onto  a  balcony  and  second-story  sundeck. 

"Before  we  had  the  house  built,"  Gene 
recalls,  "I  had  only  one  request.  I  wanted 
to  be  able  to  stand  in  the  center  of  the 
house  and  see  through  all  the  other  rooms. 
Roland  Coates,  our  architect,  told  me  he 
could  work  it  out,  and  by  gosh!  he  did. 
That  fella's  worth  every  cent  we  paid 
him." 

Gene's  wife  also  had  one  special  re- 
quest. Having  had  20  years  of  exper- 
ience living  with  Gene's  constantly  grow- 
ing wardrobe  of  boots,  hats,  show  clothes, 
and  everyday  Western  suits,  she  said  to 
the  architect,  "I  know  this  sounds  foolish, 
but  I  really  think  we  need  one  whole  room 
for  Gene's  clothes." 

That's  what  she  got.  In  the  Autry  resi- 
dence there  is  one  room,  the  size  of  a 
large  bedroom,  17  feet  square,  which  con- 
tains nothing  but  closets  full  of  Autry 
clothes.  One  wall  closet  is  filled  with 
some  96  elaborately  embroidered  rodeo 
shirts;  another  contains  three  dozen  hats 
and  24  pairs  of  boots.  The  fourth  wall 
has  a  lavatory  and  a  three-way  mirror, 
while  in  the  center  of  the  room  stands  an 
island  of  additional  storage  space.  It  houses, 
among  other  conveniences,  a  steam  cabinet, 
a  tie  rack  large  enough  to  hold  200  ties, 
and  a  five-foot  stack  of  drawers. 

The  flooring  in  this  room  consists  of 
cork  squares.  The  wardrobe  doors  are 
natural  wood  and  the  linen  draperies  are 
beige  and  brown.  A  tailor  who  once 
visited  the  wardrobe  estimated  that  Au- 
try's  clothes  are  worth  somewhere  around 
$35,000.  "With  today's  prices,"  he  says, 
"the  replacement  figure  might  hit  as  high 
as  $50,000." 

Since  the  Autrys  have  no  children,  they 
decided  upon  a  moderately-sized  resi- 
dence. "Our  architect  told  us,"  Mrs.  Au- 
try recalls,  "that  if  we  built  a  large  place 
it  would  lose  the  warmth  and  homey 
atmosphere  we  were  looking  for." 

"Funny  thing  about  building  a  house," 
80  Gene  himself  says,  "but  as  the  construc- 


tion progressed  the  house  seemed  to  get 
larger.  I  remember  when  the  concrete 
was  first  poured.  The  rooms  here  seemed 
awful  small.  Then  when  the  frame  went 
up,  the  rooms  seemed  bigger,  but  not  too 
much.  After  the  plaster  was  added,  how- 
ever, they  took  on  a  good  size." 

In  selecting  color  schemes  for  the  house, 
Mrs.  Autry  had  the  help  of  an  ex- 
perienced decorator  named  Everett  Se- 
bring.  She  explained  to  Sebring  that  she 
wasn't  at  all  timid  or  conservative  about 
colors.  "I  want  plenty  of  yellows  and 
reds  and  greens,"  she  said,  "but  I  want 
them  to  blend."  Sebring  listened  sympa- 
thetically, then  made  the  sound  sugges- 
tion that  she  choose  her  color  tones  from 
the  surrounding  foliage.  She  agreed.  The 
yellow  in  the  kitchen  and  dining  room  is 
the  faded,  mustard  yellow  of  Acacia  blos- 
soms. The  greens  are  grey-greens  iden- 
tical with  the  color  of  the  dusty  leaves  on 
the  liveoaks;  and  the  reds  are  strong  and 
as  bright  as  a  geranium. 

Once  a  color  was  established  in  a  room, 
that  same  shade  was  repeated  in  other 
places  throughout  the  house.  In  that  way 
the  eye  doesn't  jump  from  one  color  spot 
to  another,  and  there  is  a  flowing  color 
continuity. 

Ina  Autry  also  explained  to  her  deco- 
rator that  she  wanted  her  house  furnished 
in  comfortable  Western,  but  not  in  the 
strictly  ranch-house  style  the  movies  term 
Western.  "We  want  to  use  our  Frederic 
Remington  paintings  and  bronzes,"  she 
pointed  out,  "but  let's  not  have  any  Nava- 
jo rugs  or  mission  furniture.  They  be- 
long out  on  the  ranch." 

Sebring  agreed  completely.  Since  his 
clients  had  money,  he  commissioned  the 
best  furniture-makers  in  California  to 
design  some  simple  but  distinguished  furn- 
iture for  them. 

The  Autry  bed,  their  dining  room  set, 
their  heavy  oak  pieces  in  the  library  and 
bar — all  these  are  custombuilt  and  cost  a 
pretty  penny.  Gene  is  extremely  fond 
of  the  library  because  it  holds  many  of  his 
sentimental  trophies,  the  most  favored  of 
which  is  an  antique  bronze  of  horses.  It 
was  given  to  him  by  an  elderly  Boston 
lady,  because,  as  she  explained  to  him, 
"You've  given  my  children  so  many  years 
of  clean  and  wholesome  entertainment." 

Gene's  youthful  fans  expect  him  to  stay 
out  of  the  kitchen  which  is  a  woman's 
workplace,  and  while  he  does,  even  in 
his  own  home,  this  is  especially  difficult 
since  the  Autry  house  boasts  one  of  the 
best-equipped  kitchens  in  California. 
There's  a  service  porch  with  a  Spanish 
tile  sink  especially  constructed  for  set- 
ting up  flower  arrangements.    There's  a 


pantry  complete  with  an  extra  refrigera- 
tor, shelves  well  stocked  with  party-size 
copper  chafing  dishes,  coffee  urns  which 
hold  two  gallons  and  more,  and  loads  of 
barbecue  equipment.  The  kitchen  proper 
contains  two  stoves,  one  gas  and  one  elec- 
tric, yards  of  counter-work  space,  and 
an  island  of  free-standing  sink  which  al- 
lows two  cooks  to  work  simultaneously  in 
one  kitchen  or  one  cook  to  do  two  simul- 
taneous jobs. 

When  Gene  is  at  home  which  isn  t  often 
he  likes  best  to  have  20  or  30  friends  in 
for  a  barbecue  supper.  At  these  parties  he 
serves  the  Autry  special,  a  boned-out  New 
York  cut  of  beef  which  weighs  between 
eight  and  ten  pounds.  Along  with  the  meat 
go  corn  pudding,  potatoes  au  gratin,  green 
beans  and  cheese,  a  salad  mold,  hot  ginger- 
bread and  ice  cream.  And  everyone  is 
expected  to  have  seconds. 

At  one  such  party  recently,  an  old 
friend  of  Gene's  who  remembered  him 
as  "a  barefoot,  cotton-chopping  farm  boy" 
and  later  as  a  freight  handler  on  the  St. 
Louis  &  San  Francisco  Railroad  in  Okla- 
homa, said  to  Mrs.  Autry.  "I  remember 
your  husband  when  he  couldn't  get  a  job 
as  a  cowhand.  How  come  after  all  these 
years,  he  winds  up  with  a  beautiful  home 
like  this  and  all  the  money  he  needs?" 

Ina  Mae  looked  across  the  lawn  to  her 
husband.  She  saw  an  actor-singer-com- 
poser -  rodeo  -  star  -  and  -  business  tycoon, 
whose  yearly  calendar  calls  for  six  full- 
length  motion  pictures,  26  TV  films,  a 
weekly  radio  show,  composing  15  songs, 
recording  another  two  dozen  for  Columbia 
Records,  three  nation-wide  personal  ap- 
pearance tours  and  periodic  visits  to  sup- 
ervise his  holdings.  She  counted  up  his 
purely  tangible  assets  which  include  a 
chain  of  Texas  movie  theatres,  a  flying 
school,  three  western  radio  stations,  five 
ranches,  and  two  cowboy  music  publish- 
ing houses.  She  remembered  him  as  she'd 
met  the  shy  young  man  in  1932.  She 
mulled  the  old  cow-hand's  question  over 
for  a  few  seconds. 

I'll  tell  you,  Jimmy,"  she  finally  said, 
"Gene  owes  his  success  to  his  catnaps. 
You'lJ  notice  when  he  appears  to  be  list- 
ening to  a  record  he's  really  sleeping  for 
two  or  three  minutes.  He  even  dozes  off 
when  the  conversation  lags  or  between 
takes  on  the  set.  Every  time  he  sleeps 
for  two  or  three  minutes,  he  dreams  of 
some  money-making  idea.  That's  how 
come  we  own  this  house." 

The  old-timer  looked  at  Mrs.  Autry 
with  a  quizzical  eye.  "Don't  rightly  know, 
Ina  Mae,"  he  said,  "whether  I  believe  you. 
I  been  sleepin'  fer  well  nigh  onto  60  years, 
and  I  ain't  earned  a  plug  nickel  yet."  END 


Hollywood 
report 


(Continued  from  page  12)  photographer  about 
it,  but  explained  to  your  correspondent  that  the 
reason  she  won't  let  her  three-year-old  Benjy 
pose  for  photos  is  because  she  doesn't  want 
him  to  grow  up  just  being  "Olivia  DeHavil- 
land's  son"  .  .  .  Katie  Hepburn  didn't  endear 
herself  to  the  cast  of  her  London  play,  The 
Millionairess,  by  ordering  them  not  to  talk  to 
her  offstage. 

ODDS  BODKINS: 

Corinne  Calvet  and  John  Bromfield  threw  a 
party  for  their  agent,  Henry  Willson,  who 
was  sailing  a  few  days  later 
on  the  He  de  France  to  visit 
another  of  his  clients,  Rock 
Hudson,  in  Europe.  The  cli- 
max of  the  party  came  when 
John  stripped  down  to  his 
swimming  trunks  in  front  of 
his  guests  (including  Alexis 
Smith  and  Craig  Stevens, 
Marie  Wilson  and  Bob  Fal- 
lon, Susan  Zanuck  and  Ar- 
thur Loew,  Jr.,  Cy  Howard 
and  Katy  Jurado,  and  Donald  O'Connor)  and 
jumped  into  the  pool,  whereupon  Corinne 
placed  a  cake  that  was  a  replica  of  the  He  de 
France  on  John's  hands.  He  swam  from  one 
end  of  the  pool  to  the  other  underwater,  bring- 
ing the  "ship"  safely  to  port  at  Henry's  feet 
.  .  .  Jan  Sterling  and  Willard  Parker  got  along 
beautifully  while  making  Rock  Grayson's 
Woman  at  Paramount,  in  spite  of  the  fact 
that  Willard's  married  to  Virginia  Field,  who 
once  was  married  to  Jan's  Paul  Douglas ! 

Everyone's  been  complaining  about  how 
FAT  Shelley  looked  in  My  Man  And  I.  Only 
consolation  is  that  she  plays  an  alcoholic  in 
the  picture,  which  might  be  her  excuse  .  .  . 
Aggie  Moorehead  tinted  her  hair  to  match 
exactly  the  carrot  color  of  fiance  Bob  Geist's 
crowning  glory.  Sounds  like  a  new  His-&-Her 
fad!  .  .  .  While  co-starring  with  Marilyn  Mon- 
roe in  Gentlemen  Prefer  Blondes,  Jane  Russell 
expects  to  enlist  Miss  M.  in  her  Sunday  School 
classes  .  .  .  Tony  Curtis  learned  how  to  saw 
his  Janet  in  half  for  their  roles  in  Houdini. 
He  also  learned  how  to  wriggle  out  of  a  strait- 
jacket  in  22  seconds  flat  for  his  part  as  a 
magician  ...  A  bootleg  long-play  recording  of 
Judy  Garland's  45  minutes  onstage  at  New 
York's  Palace  Theater  is  floating  around  Holly- 
wood .  .  .  There  must  be  a  joke  in  this  some- 
where: Betty  Hutton  will  take  a  vacation  in 
Ireland  after  she  plays  a  vaudeville  date  at  the 
London  Palladium.  Two  of  the  towns  she  will 
visit  on  the  Emerald  Isle  are  called  Dippey  and 
Looney ! 

FUNNIES: 

Cathy  Crosby,  Bob's  daughter,  asked  her 
daddy  to  take  her  to  see  Rock  Hudson.  Said 
Bob,  "What  part  of  the  country  do  we  visit 
,    to  dig  up  THAT  species?" 
.  .  .  Pinky  Lee  calls  Weepin' 
Johnnie  Ray's  fans  "sobby 
boxers"  .  .  .  Simile:  As  un- 
organized as  a  handful  of 
clothes  hangers  .  .  .  Jane 
Wyman    received    a  letter 
from  a  fan  in  Sing  Sing 
prison:  "I  loved  your  per- 
formance in  The  Blue  Veil. 
It's  the  best  thing  I've  seen 
in  three  years,  three  months 


Ladd  &  Jezebel 


and  eight  days"  .  .  .  When  an  actor  "blows  up" 
on  one  of  his  lines  in  a  television  movie  the 
director  seldom  orders  a  re-take  but  for  rea- 
sons of  economy  moves  in  the  camera-  and 
picks  up  the  line  from  a  new  angle.  So  when 
Guy  Madison  fluffs  his  dialog  on  the  Wild  Bill 
Hickok  set,  Andy  Devine  shouts,  "There  goes 
Guy,  stuttering  himself  into  a  closeup  again!" 

LONG  HUNCH  DEP'T: 

It  will  be  many  a  moon  before  Alan  Ladd 
forgives  the  cruel,  beastly  person  who  poisoned 
Alan's  favorite  dog,  Jezebel.  Here's  what  hap- 
pened: Just  before  he  left  for  Europe  Alan's 
home  was  being  haunted  by 
a  crackpot  fan  who  wanted 
one  last  look  at  the  star  be- 
fore he  sailed.  Jezebel  chased 
the  fan  off  the  grounds.  A 
few  days  later,  after  Alan 
had  left,  the  fan  came  back 
and  dropped  some  poisoned 
meat  on  the  grounds.  And 
Alan's  prize  boxer  ate  it  and 
died  .  .  .  Incidentally,  keep 
your  eye  on  Carol  Lee  Ladd 
and  young  Bill  Evans,  son  of  the  Rev.  Louis 
Evans,  whose  brother  is  married  to  Colleen 
Townsend.  This  is  the  most  hush-hush  ro- 
mance of  the  year,  but  one  of  the  most  serious. 
Bill  rushed  all  the  way  back  from  his  African 
missionary  chores  to  meet  Carol  Lee  before 
she  sailed  with  Alan  and  Sue. 

MGM's  prize  bait  to  lure  Deanna  Durbin 
back  to  Hollywood:  the  starring  role  in  Kiss 
Me,  Kate  .  .  .  There  would  never  be  any  dis- 
sension in  the  Donald  O'Connor  household, 
believe  me,  if  somebody  would  recognize  the 
acting  talents  of  Gwen,  his  wife,  and  make 
her  a  star  too.  This  is  a  familiar  plaint,  isn't 
it?  I  think  it's  called  Careeritis  .  .  .  Warners 
went  all-out  to  get  the  Topsy  And  Eva  script 
after  Betty  Hutton  bowed  out  of  her  Para- 
mount contract  rather  than  co-star  in  it  with 
Ginger  Rogers.  Warners  decided  they  would 
like  the  same  property,  which  is  the  biography 
of  the  fabulous  blonde  Duncan  Sisters,  for 
Doris  Day  and  Virginia  Mayo. 

HOLLYWOOD  HEARTBEATS: 

Esther  Williams  donated  a  complete  king-size 
swimming  pool,  specially  equipped  for  training 
blind  children  to  swim,  to 
the  Los  Angeles  School  for 
Visually  Handicapped  Chil- 
dren .  .  .  Dick  Contino,  with 
16  weeks  of  basic  training 
under  his  belt,  spent  21  days 
on  furlough  in  Glendale  and 
Hollywood  before  shipping 
out  .  .  .  Cary  Grant  arrived 
for  his  first  day's  work  with 
Deborah  Kerr  in  Dream 
Wife  at  MGM  nervous  and 
shaking.  The  usually  suave,  sophisticated  Cary 
seemed  out  of  character.  I  asked  him  what 
was  wrong.  He  explained  he  has  ALWAYS 
been  that  way  at  the  start  of  every  picture! 
In  fact,  for  this  one  he  couldn't  eat  his  dinner 
the  night  before  and  couldn't  sleep  a  wink  all 
night ! 

Guess  what  Joan  Crawford,  Ruth  Hussey 
and  Claire  Trevor  talked  about  while  dunking 
their  lily-white  shapes  into  the  Alisal  Ranch 
swimming  pool?  Pediatricians,  allergies  and 
diets,  in  that  order.  Sounds  more  like  the 
Champaign-Urbana  Faculty  Wives'  Club  than 
Hollywood,  doesn't  it  ?  .  .  .  Roy  Rogers  put  up 
the  financing  for  a  religious  film  being  pro- 
duced by  the  Reverend  Mai  Boyd. 


Grant 


More  than 
a  MASK  or 
cover  for 
bad  breath 


SO 
MUCH  MORE! 


what  really  happened  to  mario  lanza 


Alter  each 
shampoo  or 
home  permanent 

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LO  V  A  LO  N 

the  modern  hair  beauty  rinse 

•  Leaves  hair  soft,  easy  to  manage  •  Blends 
in  yellow, grey  streaks*  12 flattering  shades 

•  Removes  shampoo  film  •  Gives  sparkling 
highlights 


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^erica's  cracker! 


(Continued  from  page  29)  behavior  could 
be  traced  to  the  fact  that  he  and  his  preg- 
nant wife  Betty,  had  separated.  The 
morning  that  particular  item  broke  in  Los 
Angeles,  Betty  was  serving  Mario  his 
breakfast  coffee— Lanza  drinks  breakfast 
coffee  at  noon — in  bed. 

Still  other  columnists  insisted  that  Mario 
had  left  his  wife  and  children  and  was 
living  with  his  parents,  Antonio  and 
Maria  Cocozza,  in  the  $27,500  house  he 
had  bought  for  them  in  the  Pacific  Pah- 
ScIcIgs 

At  the  time  this  particular  rumor  was 
gaining  currency,  Mario  and  Betty  Lanza 
were  trying  to  work  out  a  deal  with  Nancy 
Sinatra  for  the  purchase  of  her  large 
home.  The  Lanzas  detest  the  French 
chateau-type  house  they  currently  oc- 
cupy in  Beverly  Hills— and  were  anxious 
to  buy  the  estate  which  Frank  Sinatra  in 
the  more  halcyon  days,  had  purchased  for 
his  Nancy. 

Nancy  sees  no  sense  in  maintaining  a 
large  overhead— after  all,  it  is  only  reason- 
able to  assume  that  Sinatra's  alimony  pay- 
ments will  soon  approach  the  minimum — 
so  Nancy  has  been  trying  to  sell  the  large 
house  and  move  to  smaller  quarters. 

She  asked  Betty  and  Mario  $175,000  for 
her  home  with  the  furnishings.  Certainly, 
Sinatra  paid  a  whole  lot  more  for  the  set- 
up, approximately  $250,000— and  while 
Mario  was  willing  to  close  the  deal  at  that 
price,  Betty  refused. 

"If  I'm  going  to  pay  $175,000  for  a  house, 
she  said,  "I'd  just  as  soon  have  one  built, 
and  get  everything  the  way  I  want  it." 

"But  it  takes  so  long  to  build,"  Mario 
insisted.  "Why  don't  we  buy  this  and 
get  it  over  with?" 

"I'm  sorry,"  Betty  said— she's  a  very 
practical  girl,  Mario's  Betty— "I  think  it's 
too  much  money— not  only  the  original 
cost  but  how  about  the  upkeep?  We'll 
be  supporting  gardeners  for  life." 

Mario,  who  usually  has  his  way  about 
most  things,  finally  agreed  that  under  the 
circumstances,  he  and  Betty  would  be  bet- 
ter off  renting  a  place. 

The  following  day  Betty  and  Lloyd 
Shearer,  a  writer  friend  of  the  Lanzas, 
were  spotted  riding  around  Beverly  Hills, 
Bel-Air  and  Brentwood,  inspecting  various 
houses  for  rent. 

While  this  was  going  on,  Mario,  who 
hates  house-hunting,  was  relaxing  out  at 
Chatsworth  in  the  San  Fernando  Valley, 
at  John  Carroll's  ranch.  Lanza  is  an  in- 
veterate horse-lover  and  can  spend  hours 
each  day  riding,  feeding,  and  just  fooling 
around  with  horses. 

Mario  spoke  with  Carroll  about  his  sus- 
pension by  the  studio,  filling  him  in  on 
certain  details.  Carroll  advised  Mario  to 
return  to  the  MGM  fold.  Betty  then 
phoned  Mario  to  tell  him  that  Shearer,  too, 
felt  strongly  that  Mario  should  settle  his 
differences  with  the  studio  immediately. 
Before  it  was  too  late. 

Mario  said  he  was  coming  home  in  a 
few  hours  and  had  definitely  made  up  his 
mind.  He  was  going  to  make  The  Student 
Prince. 

The  following  afternoon  he  drove  to 
MGM,  called  on  Eddie  Mannix,  the  gen- 
eral manager,  and  Dore  Schary,  vice-presi- 
dent in  charge  of  production— and  over- 
night there  was  a  complete  change  in  the 
publicity. 

Lanza  was  no  longer  nuts.  Lanza  was 
no  longer  flying  to  New  York  to  see  Nick 
Schenck,  president  of  Loew's.  Lanza  was 
no  longer  leaving  his  wife.  In  fact  dis- 
cussions were  under  way  and  it  looked 
very  much  as  if  Mario  and  The  Student 
Prince  would  roll  by  the  end  of  Septem- 
ber.   That  night  the  24-hour  detective- 


watch  at  Lanza's  home  was  removed. 

Who  hired  detectives  to  trail  Lanza 
during  his  studio  dispute,  no  one  is  saying 
—but  there  undoubtedly  was  a  carefu. 
watching  of  his  every  move. 

Anyway,  Mario  promised  the  studic 
executives  that  he  would  return  in  a  week 
for  the  final  solution  of  all  problems. 

What  were  these  problems?  In  con- 
trast to  Because  You're  Mine,  his  previous 
film,  the  story -line  and  dialogue  of  which 
he  had  vociferously  decried,  claiming  they 
were  juvenile — Mario  had  praised  practi- 
cally everything  about  the  advance  prep- 
aration of  The  Student  Prince.  He  had  re- 
corded the  musical  selections  which  he 
himself  termed,  "Some  of  the  best  I've 
ever  done."  Of  the  script,  he  said,  "I  love 
it.  I  think  it's  great."  Of  Ann  Blyth,  his 
leading  lady  borrowed  from  Universal  at 
a  loanout  figure  of  $50,000,  he  had  said. 
"That  Ann  is  a  great  trouper.  I'm  lucky 
to  have  her." 
What  then  was  wrong? 

Lanza  will  not  come  right  out  and  say 
it,  and  neither  will  the  studio — but  k 
is  no  secret  that  Mario  and  Curtis  Bern- 
hardt, the  man  scheduled  to  direct  The 
Student  Prince,  saw  eye  to  eye  on  prac- 
tically nothing  with  regard  to  the  film 


I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

After  seeing  the 
world  premiere  oj 
Two  Guys  From 
Texas,  I  at- 
tempted to  get  the 
two  guys'  auto- 
graphs. I  easily 
got  Jack  Carson's, 
but  just  as  Dennis 
Morgan  took  my 
fountain  pen  and 
began  to  write, 
his  car  started  up.  "Maybe  next  time, 
Texas,"  he  said.  To  this  day  I  won- 
der if  Dennis  Morgan  still  has  my 
fountain  pen. 

Sandy  Kahn 
Denton,  Texas 


Bernhardt  allegedly  had  certain  definite 
ideas  of  how  and  where  Mario's  singins 
should  fit  into  the  script.  :  , 

Mario  reportedly  felt  that  Bernharc 
should  be  directing  some  other  picture 
perhaps  a  drama,  that  a  musical  was 
little  beyond  his  ken,  even  though  Bern 
hardt  was  a  European  of  considerabJ< 
knowledge  and  musical  background,  an( 
had  directed  that  famous  musical  corned; 
The  Merry  Widow. 

There  are  some  who  say  that  the  studi 
was  prepared  to  transfer  Bernhardt  t 
some  other  production— after  all  star 
have  had  directors  removed  willy-nill; 
from  their  pictures  for  years— in  fac 
many  stars  refuse  to  sign  for  a  film  un| 
less  they  have  approval  of  the  director  i 
advance— but  apparently  even  the  sug 
gested  removal  of  Bernhardt  from  the  pro 
duction  didn't  seem  to  satisfy  Mario. 

It  was  then  suggested  in  other  quartei 
that  for  some  strange  reason  Mario  wa 
afraid  to  go  ahead  with  The  Student  Prina 
Bernhardt  was  just  an  excuse. 

The  story  spread  that  the  only  anodyr. 
for  Mario's  attack  of  stagefright  or  cam 
erafright  or  pre-production  nervousnes 
was  money.  He  wanted  a  big  fat  bonv 
from  the  studio,  various  sources  intimate^ 
pointing  out  that  the  tenor  from  Philadei 
phia  was  really  broke,  having  lost  ha. 
a  million  in  oil  and  mining  speculation 


This  happens  to  be  pure  baloney.  Lanza 
is  not  broke.  As  Sam  Weiler,  the  business 
manager  who  broke  with  him  several 
months  ago  said  on  his  return  to  Beverly 
Hills  recently,  "Mario  has  a  nice  six -figure 
bank  balance.  In  addition,  his  recording 
royalties  continue  to  flow  in." 

Mario  had  told  the  studio  executives 
that  he  would  be  back  in  one  week's  time 
to  settle  all  the  details  and  to  guarantee 
unconditionally  his  good  conduct  in  the 
future.  He  was  scheduled  to  show  up  on 
a  Tuesday. 

Came  Tuesday  and  no  Lanza.  Was  he 
sick?  Not  so  sick  that  he  couldn't  go  out 
and  plunk  down  $6,000  for  a  high  speed 
racing  car,  a  violet-colored  custom-made 
Muntz  Jet  that  hits  160  miles  per  hour  on 
the  open  road. 

Came  Wednesday  and  no  Lanza.  Was 
he  indisposed?  Not  so  indisposed  that 
he  couldn't  trade  the  old  family  Cadillac 
for  a  1952  model,  costing  $5,200. 

The  studio  phoned,  wired,  sent  mes- 
sages. Mario  still  refused  to  come  in  and 
discuss  the  final  details  of  his  reforma- 
tion. 

A  high  echelon  meeting  was  called,  and 
the  entire  case  was  reviewed  before  the 
studio  decided  to  file  suit  against  Mario. 

Tt  was  recalled  that  after  Mario  had 
finished  recording  the  songs  for  The  Stu- 
dent Prince — this  was  in  August — he  was 
both  tired  and  upset — tired  of  working 
long  and  arduous  hours,  and  upset  because 
his  friendship  with  Sam  Weiler,  his  patron 
and  business  manager,  had  come  to  an 
end. 

In  fact,  Mama  and  Papa  Cocozza,  who 
have  been  accused  of  spoiling  Mario  in 
his  youth,  called  upon  Dore  Schary. 

"Mr.  Schary,"  said  Papa  Cocozza,  "you 
have  been  very  kind  to  Mario,  and  we're 
grateful,  but  the  boy  is  very  tired.  He 
needs  a  few  days'  rest  before  the  picture 
starts.  Is  this  possible  for  you  to  ar- 
range?" 

Schary,  who  is  basically  a  kind  and  gen- 
erous man,  flashed  one  of  his  toothy  grins 
at  Mama  and  Papa  Cocozza,  "Of  course, 
it's  possible,"  he  said.  "How  much  time 
does  he  need?" 

"One  week  would  be  perfect,"  said 
Papa  Cocozza. 

Schary  got  up.  "I'll  tell  you  what," 
he  said  to  Mario's  parents.  "You  tell 
Mario  I  want  him  to  take  two  weeks. 
How's  that?" 

Mama  and  Papa  were  overjoyed.  They 
thanked  Schary  profusely.  What  an  un- 
derstanding man.  What  a  wonderful  exec- 
utive! They  raced  to  Mario's  house  and 
told  him  the  good  news.  Mr.  Schary  was 
giving  him  two  weeks  off — he  should  rest, 
take  it  easy,  start  the  picture  relaxed  and 
refreshed.  Mario  was  beaming  and  happy. 
When  he's  happy  he  eats. 

The  two  weeks  passed.  Mario  was  noti- 
fied that  The  Student  Prince  would  roll 
on  August  23rd.  Mario  refused  to  appear. 
The  studio  threatened  to  ban  him  from 
his  radio  show  since  they  controlled  his 
radio  rights.  Mario  showed  up  at  the 
wardrobe  department  on  a  Thursday. 
His  broadcast  went  on  the  air  Friday.  It 
was  his  last  broadcast.  The  studio  put 
its  corporate  foot  down.  Mario  became 
$5,200  poorer  each  Friday.  That's  how 
much  his  radio  program  brought  in. 

Two  weeks  passed — two  weeks  in  which 
the  studio  announced  the  possible  can- 
cellation of  the  film;  the  gossipmongers 
insisted  Lanza  was  off  his  rocker,  fight- 
ing with  his  wife,  living  in  New  York, 
living  with  his  parents,  eloping  with  a 
new  girl,  and  all  sorts  of  ridiculous  and 
incredible  stories.  These  bad  guesses 
faded  into  nothingness  when  Mario  and 
the  studio  agreed  to  kiss  and  make  up  by 
way  of  talking  about  the  possibility  of 
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certain  clauses  in  Mario's  basic  employ- 
ment contract.  If  he  worked  more  than 
the  six  months  it  calls  for  in  1952,  the 
overtime  would  be  deducted  in  1953. 

But  once  again  the  incredible  Mario 
refused  to  show  up  at  the  studio  to  dis- 
cuss these  problems.  Nor  would  he  send 
word.  He  just  didn't  feel  like  it,  didn't 
feel  up  to  it. 

Friends  who  talked  to  his  parents  were 
told  that  Mario  had  suffered  from  these 
"bad-boy  spells"  before,  but  never  had 
they  lasted  this  long.  Mama  and  Papa 
Cocozza  were  genuinely  worried.  They 
spoke  to  their  beloved  boy.  Mario  was 
adamant.  He  wasn't  going  into  the  studio 
until  he  felt  the  time  was  ripe,  and  the 
time  wasn't  now. 

In  the  meanwhile  by  the  process  of 
osmosis  the  studio  came  around  to  the 
realization  that  Mario  was  being  com- 
pletely unreasonable.  It  ordered  the  law 
firm  of  Loeb  &  Loeb  to  draw  up  the  nec- 
essary legal  papers.  The  accounting  de- 
partment would  tell  the  lawyers  exactly 
how  much  Metro  had  spent  in  preparing 
The  Student  Prince. 

While  the  legal  beagles  were  getting 
ready  to  throw  the  book  at  Mario, 
an  announcement  wafted  over  from  Lon- 
don that  Mario's  last  film,  Because  You're 
Mine,  had  been  chosen  for  the  royal  com- 
mand performance.  When  Mario  heard 
this;  he  beamed.  "It's  the  most  marvelous 
thing  that  ever  happened  to  me,"  he  said, 
whereupon  he  called  up  the  girls  in  his 
office  on  South  Beverly  Boulevard  and 
issued  a  stand-by  order.  Stand  by  to 
close  the  office.  Mario  was  thinking  of 
taking  his  whole  family,  his  whole  office 
staff  to  London  for  the  command  per- 
formance. 

Less  than  24  hours  later,  the  owners 
of  MGM,  Loew's  Inc.,  filed  a  $5,195,888 
breach  of  contract  against  Alfred  Arnold 
Cocozza  (Mario's  real  name)  charging  him 
with  refusal  to  sing  in  The  Student  Prince, 


and  demanding  that  the  court  issue  an 
injunction  preventing  Mario  from  per- 
forming services  for  any  other  person  or 
company  pending  settlement  of  his  con- 
tractual difficulties  with  the  studio. 

The  complaint  specifically  asked  $695.- 
888  in  special  damages,  claiming  that 
amount  as  the  cost  for  the  film!s  prepara- 
tion and  $4,500,000  in  general  damages  for 
the  loss  of  prospective  profits. 

At  the  time  Lanza  heard  the  news  of 
this  legal  suit,  he  was  sipping  a  fruit 
punch  in  the  Bel-Air  Hotel  suite  of  Fred- 
die Matsuo.  one  of  his  Hawaiian  friends, 
who  a  few  years  previously  had  booked 
the  Lanza  concerts  when  Mario  sang  in 
Honolulu. 

Mario  laughed  when  he  heard  the  news. 
After  all  it's  flattering  to  be  sued  for 
more  than  $5,000,000.  In  his  mind,  how- 
ever, he  debated  several  possible  courses 
of  action  to  take. 

He  could  move  his  whole  family  to 
England.  That  would  be  a  little  tough, 
however,  because  Betty  is  expecting  a 
third  child  in  December  and  wants  to  have 
it  in  the  U.S. 

He  could  give  up  making  motion  pic- 
tures which,  after  all,  brings  him  a  good 
deal  less  revenue  than  his  concerts  and 
recordings. 

He  could  move  his  family  to  Honolulu, 
cut  down  on  his  expenses,  live  on  his  re- 
cording royalties. 

He  could  make  peace  with  the  studio 
and  start  The  Student  Prince  all  over 
again. 

He  could  fight  the  studio  in  a  long 
drawn-out  legal  battle;  maybe  win;  maybe 
lose.  In  any  event  it  was  doubtful  if  any 
court  in  the  land  would  issue  an  injunc- 
tion in  an  effort  to  deprive  him  from 
making  a  living. 

Or  he  could  go  to  see  a  doctor  and  find 
out  what  was  really  bothering  him. 

As  we  go  to  press,  Mario  has  not  as 
yet  made  up  his  mind.  END 


happy  talk 


(Continued  from  page  55)  they  will  do 
when  they  get  to  Hollywood,  Doris  and 
her  husband,  George  Weidler,  parked  a 
trailer  in  a  vacant  lot  in  the  San  Fernando 
Valley.  When  they  put  out  feelers  for  work, 
they  had  to  trust  to  the  kindness  of  a  near- 
by store  for  a  telephone  communication  in 
case  an  offer  of  a  job  came  through. 

Doris,  of  course,  had  that  famous  smile 
even  then.  The  broad  grin  with  the  white 
teeth  was  a  trademark,  and  she  was  able 
to  flash  it  on  no  matter  what  the  situa- 
tion. But  if  you  had  known  her  then, 
you'd  have  seen  that  in  repose  the  smile 
seldom  appeared.  And  as  the  weeks  went 
by  and  no  sign  of  even  a  night  club  date 
appeared,  let  alone  the  movies,  the  smile 
appeared  less  and  less  often. 

A few  months  after  she  had  been  in 
California,  a  crisis  suddenly  con- 
fronted Doris.  Her  marriage  to  George, 
which  was  her  second  try  at  wedlock,  was 
no  go.  Nothing  went  right.  George  was 
not  staying  with  her  as  much  as  he  should 
have.  They  were  too  poor,  even  for  the 
skimpy  budget  they  had  set  for  them- 
selves. So  one  night  Doris  walked  away 
from  the  trailer,  and  took  a  small  room 
in.  a  low-priced  Hollywood  hotel. 

The  chance  she  had  been  waiting  for 
came  shortly  after  that.  A  call  came  from 
her  agent,  a  fellow  by  the  name  of  Al 
Levy  who  obviously  had  a  faith  in  her 
talent  that  he  shared  with  no  one  else. 
He  called  her  at  the  hotel  when  she  was 
at  her  lowest  ebb,  almost  at  the  bottom. 


"Meet  me  at  nine  o'clock  tomorrow 
morning,"  he  said.  "We're  going  out  to 
Warner  Brothers." 

Doris  was  facing  a  mirror  as  she  took 
the  call.  She  saw  reflected  a  tall,  rather 
plain  girl  with  corn  silk  hair,  a  nose  too 
small,  and  worst  of  all  a  face  covered 
with  freckles.  She  didn't  think  it  was 
a  glamorous  picture. 

"Warner  Brothers!"  She  said.  "What 
for?" 

"We're  going  to  make  a  test,  Dope," 
said  Levy. 

"A  test!"  said  Doris.  "You  sure  you've 
got  the  right  girl?" 

"Just  be  ready,"  said  Levy,  and  hung 
up. 

The  next  morning  Al  Levy  swung  Doris 
Day  through  the  front  gate  of  the  Warner 
Brothers  Studio  and  she  felt  like  a  fool. 
She  was  making  a  big  mistake  she 
thought,  walking  into  an  obvious  insult. 
Who  would  hire  a  girl  like  her  for  the 
movies? 

The  test  was  made  by  Michael  Curtiz, 
the  director  who  at  that  time  was  the 
toast  of  the  town  for  his  recent  picture, 
Casablanca.  He  put  Doris  through  her 
paces.  In  spite  of  his  consideration  and. 
tact  she  was  sure  he  hated  her  and  was 
just  too  polite  to  offend  her.  She  ad-- 
mitted  later  that  she  thought  for  a  time 
that  there  was  no  film  in  the  camera.  Why 
waste  film  on  somebody  who  was  quite 
visibly  not  the  type. 

Doris  left  the  studio  with  a  sigh  of  re- 
lief and  vowed  she'd  never  set  foot  in 
another.  She  tried  to  get  the  whole 
thing  out  of  her  mind  and  went  back  to 
the  daily  grind  of  trying  to  line  up  a  deal 


with  a  band,  or  get  solo  singing  engage 
ments.    She  was  truly  astonished  a  few 
days   later   when   Levy   telephoned  her 
again  and  said  they  were  wanted  at  the 
studio. 

"Horrors,"  she  thought,  "they  probably 
want  to  make  me  pay  for  the  money  they 
spent  on  the  test."  Levy  took  her  straight 
to  Curtiz'  office.  The  director  sat  behind 
his  desk  and  looked  at  her  a  long  time 
without  speaking. 

"Have  you  ever  had  any  dramatic  ex- 
perience?" he  asked  finally. 

"No,  sir,"  said  Doris. 

"Hmmmm,"  said  Curtiz.  "Very  good. 
Have  you  ever  taken  lessons  in  acting?" 

"No,  sir,"  said  Doris. 

"Good.    Good,"  said  Curtiz. 

Then  he  turned  to  the  agent.  "People," 
he  said,  "are  going  to  say  that  I  am 
crazy,  but  I  will  sign  this  girl  to  a  personal 
contract  and  give  her  the  leading  role 
opposite  Jack  Carson  in  the  picture  I  am 
preparing." 

Doris  sat  ashen-faced  and  listened.  She 
i  was  sure  she  was  not  hearing  right.  Then 
she  got  up  from  the  chair  and  walked 
from  the  studio  in  a  daze.  When  she  got 
home,  she  sat  alone  in  her  room  for  hours, 
I  not  even  answering  the  phone,  trying  to 
i  figure  out  what  strange  trick  life  was 
getting  ready  to  play  on  her  now. 

.  TVTow,  this  is  not  a  story  about  how  Doris 
-L'  Day  became  a  star  in  pictures.  That 
i  has  been  told  many  times.  But  it  is  proper 
to  repeat  that  while  she  was  a  smash  hit 
from  the  beginning,  and  that  after  awhile 
Warner  Brothers  bought  her  contract  from 
|  Curtiz  for  a  pretty  penny.  She's  been  their 
top  star  ever  since.  But  all  of  the  time 
the  smile  was  a  prop,  the  cheery  attitude 
i  a  fake.  Doris  Day  was  not  really  happy 
down  deep  in  her  heart. 
|  If  you'll  remember  back  to  those  days, 
you'll  recall  that  Doris  was  pretty  much  a 
play  girl.  She  spent  most  of  her  time  with 
(Jack  Carson,  a  fellow  who  likes  nothing 
better  than  an  evening  on  the  town,  in 
.the  night  clubs  and  with  gay  companions. 
When  they  weren't  working,  they  rested 
up  during  the  day  and  made  the  rounds 
at  night.  Neither  of  them  could  have  been 
(Called  excessive  drinkers  or  dissipaters  in 
any  form,  but  they  lived  a  gay  existence. 
(Although  the  whole  town  thought  they 
were  in  love  and  would  some  day  marry, 
.they  themselves  never  thought  they  were 
|even  mildly  in  love. 

:  By  the  time  Doris  Day  was  ready  for 
iiaDpiness  she  had  had  everything  else  she 

iwanted.  She  was  a  big  star,  used  to  the 
adulation  and  the  big  money.  She  radi- 
ated confidence  that  it  would  go  on  for- 
3ver.   But  inward)  v  she  was  filled  with 

doubts.  She  was  like  a  person  attending 
a  costume  party  in  a  get-up  that  she 

;-eally  didn't  belong  in.  Accepted,  but 
mowing  that  the  whole  thing  was  a  gag. 

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went  to  sleep,  Doris  used  to  lie  awake  and 
:ount   her    blessings    and    evaluate  her 

shortcomings.  It  was  in  those  hours  that 
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thought  of  what  tomorrow  would  bring. 

The  salvation  of  the  old  Doris  Day,  and 
the  birth  of  the  new,  came  about  in  a 
strange  way.  She  hadn't  seen  her  husband 
for  quite  a  while.  They  were  divorced, 
held  no  grudges,  but  neither  did  they 
share  confidences.  One  day  he  called  and 
said  he  had  a  couple  of  things  they  ought 
to  talk  over.   Doris  agreed  to  meet  him. 

Doris  has  said  since  then  that  seeing  the 
transformation  in  George  Weidler  was  one 
of  the  big  shocks  of  her  life.  George,  the 
fellow  who  lived  for  the  kicks  of  today, 
the  lad  with  the  often  sad  and  worried 
look,  the  boy  with  no  taste  for  responsi- 
bilities of  any  kind  stood  before  her  and 
looked  like  a  stranger.  He  stood  erect 
and  sure  of  himself.  His  face  was  serene 
and  purpose  was  in  his  eyes.  When  he 
spoke  he  said  something.  Just  what  he 
meant.  And  his  kindness  in  dealing  with 
the  mutual  problem  they  faced  was  as 
surprising  as  his  changed  appearance. 

Their  business  concluded,  George  was 
about  to  go,  but  Doris  wouldn't  let  him. 

"Something's  happened  to  you,"  she  said. 
"I  don't  know  what  it  is,  George,  but 
something's  happened  to  you  that  I  wish 
could  happen  to  me.  You're  strong,  and  I 
always  thought  I  was  the  strong  one." 

George  smiled  and  sat  down  again. 
"Would  you  like  me  to  tell  you  about 
it?"  he  asked.  s 

"Please  tell  me,"  Doris  begged. 

They  sat  and  talked  for  a  long  time. 
George  had  discovered  a  religious  science 
— that  maybe  wasn't  altogether  a  religion 
or  a  science — but  a  way  of  life.  He  had 
found  it  when  he  needed  it  most,  and  it 
had  made  him  happy  for  the  first  time 
that  he  could  remember.  Doris  wanted 
to  know  how  she  could  get  to  know  about 
it  and  he  told  her,  told  her  how  to  ap- 
proach it,  where  to  read  about  it  and 
what  it  would  do  for  her.  She  walked 
away  from  that  meeting  determined  to 
get  off  the  Hollywood  merry-go-round 
and  look  for  some  of  the  peace  she  had 
thought  she'd  find  if  she  ever  got  finan- 
cial security. 

A  number  of  things  that  happened  to 
Doris  after  that  seemed  to  impel  her 
toward  a  state  of  peace.  Small  things  at 
first,  but  all  part  of  a  pattern  that  was  to 
change  her  life  completely. 

'"Then  she  received  a  blow  where  it  hurt 
most.  She  developed  a  bad  throat,  and 
she  earned  a  living  with  her  throat.  She 
went  to  a  doctor  and  had  an  examination. 
There  was  nothing  very  dangerous  about 
her  condition,  he  told  her,  but  she  would 
have  to  remain  silent  for  a  long  time  and 
later  on  an  operation  might  be  required. 

In  the  cold  light  of  day,  when  Doris  left 
the  doctor's  office,  she  took  stock  of  her- 
self once  more  and  decided  that  rather 
than  agree  to  the  diagnosis  and  curtail 
her  work — which  was  the  only  thing  she 
really  loved  about  her  life — she  would 
fight  it  out  within  herself.  She  trembled 
a  little  as  she  got  into  her  car  and  lit  a 
cigarette  with  nervous  fingers.  Suddenly 
she  looked  at  the  cigarette.  And  then  she 
threw  it  as  far  away  as  she  could.  She 
has  never  smoked  a  cigarette  since.  She 
whipped  the  trouble  with  her  throat,  and 
it  has  never  returned. 

The  same  thing  happened  with  liquor. 
While  she  was  never  a  heavy  drinker, 
Doris  Day  was  like  most  people  in  Holly- 
wood, a  slave  to  the  cocktail  habit.  Cock- 
tails before  lunch,  maybe,  and  a  cocktail 
before  dinner.  If  she  had  to  meet  someone 
late  in  the  afternoon,  it  was,  naturally,  for 
cocktails.  As  she  began  to  find  peace 
easier  through  her  study  of  the  new  way 
of  life  she  had  discovered,  Doris  came  to 
the  conclusion  that  the  cocktail  was  an 
enemy  of  the  calm  she  wanted.  She  de- 
cided at  a  cocktail  party  one  afternoon, 
after  looking  at  what  was  happening  to 


the  rest  of  the  people  there,  to  put  down 
her  glass  and  she  has  never,  to  this  day, 
lifted  another. 

The  third  thing  that  happened  to  Doris 
Day  during  her  search  for  peace  was  a 
man.  She  had  long  before  stopped  making 
the  gay  rounds  with  Jack  Carson.  And, 
to  tell  the  truth,  she  was  lonely.  Although 
she  had  always  dealt  exclusively  with  Al 
Levy  in  her  agent's  office,  she  had  met 
another  young  fellow  who  was  a  partner 
there  by  the  name  of  Marty  Melcher. 
Melcher  was  a  tall,  rather  esthetic  type 
of  fellow,  quiet  and  not  too  friendly.  One 
day  Levy  was  out  of  town  and  he  asked 
Melcher  to  escort  Doris  to  a  radio  pro- 
gram she  was  booked  for. 

After  the  show  Doris  and  Marty  went 
to  a  restaurant  for  a  bite  to  eat.  They  sat 
and  talked  for  quite  a  while,  and  Doris 
was  quite  taken  with  the  quiet  manner 
of  the  man.  And  Marty  was  a  bit  more 
cordial  than  usual.  They  both  wanted 
to  meet  a  second  time,  so  they  did  the 
day  after.  That  was  really  when  they  had 
their  first  serious  conversation.  Doris 
told  Marty  about  the  new  thing  she  was 
finding  in  her  life.  And  he  told  her  that 
he  had  been  in  a  very  unhappy  state  be- 
cause of  a  separation  from  his  wife  and 
was  seeking  the  same  refuge. 

It  might  have  been  decided  that  night 
that  Doris  Day  and  Marty  Melcher  would 
be  together  forever,  but,  of  course,  neither 
of  them  knew  it.  They  did  know,  though, 
that  they  thought  alike  and  were  kindred 


At  a  cocktail  party,  Hymie  Fink 
took  a  photograph  of  a  well  known 
starlet.  Then  he  said  to  her:  "I'll 
send  you  a  copy  of  the  picture. 
Would  you  like  it  mounted?"  "Oh, 
that  would  be  wonderful,"  replied 
the  starlet,  "I  look  so  much  bet- 
ter on  a  horse." 

Sidney  Skolskv  in 
Hollyzvood  Is  My  Beat 

souls  in  a  strange  environment.  They  met 
again  and  again.  Soon  the  gossipers  were 
saying  they  were  in  love.  If  they  were, 
they  didn't  know  it,  but  they  did  know 
that  they  had  a  common  purpose,  to 
achieve  the  serenity  they  knew  possible 
in  their  spiritual  life. 

A lot  of  water  has  passed  under  the 
bridge  since  that  day.  Now  Doris  and 
Marty  are  married,  after  one  of  the  most 
casual  courtships  known  in  Hollywood. 
There  was  never  any  of  the  mad  chasing 
that  is  so  common  in  Filmtown  when  a 
man  is  after  a  girl.  They  just  sort  of 
drifted  toward  one  another.  They  found 
not  only  comfort  but  solace  in  one  an- 
other's company — and  peace  in  their 
mutual  search  for  something  and  some- 
one to  believe  in. 

Now,  there  is  nothing  in  life  that  can 
hurt  Doris  Day.  She  is  one  of  the  best- 
adjusted  actresses  in  Hollywood,  and  there 
is  no  better  wife  and  mother.  Her  home  is 
a  haven  for  the  friends  they  want.  They 
are  the  staunch  confidants  of  practically 
all  of  the  kids  in  the  neighborhood. 

Those  visitors  to  the  set  of  that  War- 
ner Brothers  musical  thought  they  were 
seeing  a  great  example  of  control  when 
they  saw  Doris  Day  go  through  a  work-a- 
day  experience  that  had  everyone  else  in 
the  company  tearing  at  their  hair.  But 
they  really  were  not.  They  were  just 
watching  a  girl  work  who  has  found  peace, 
a  true,  deep,  abiding  peace. 

Doris  Day  will  go  a  longer  way  than 
she  ever  might  have  before.  You  see  she 
knows  herself  completely,  and  she  knows 
exactly  where  she's  going.  end 

(Doris  Day  will  soon  be  seen  in  Warner 
Brothers'  April  In  Paris.) 


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(Continued  from  page  33)  turned  down 
pictures,  like  practically  all  our  stars  do, 
but  had  never  been  officially  suspended. 

Six  years  ago,  I  remember,  she  bowed 
out  of  No  Wedding  Ring  without  arous- 
ing the  ire  of  the  studio.  .  However,  refus- 
ing to  do  a  picture  was  so  unusual  for 
Betty  that  I  visited  her  in  her  Coldwater 
Canyon  home  just  to  ask  what  gave  with 
the  girl.  Betty  was  anything  but  unco- 
operative. Technically  she  was  still  on 
the  job.  The  house  was  filled  with  utter 
confusion.  Two  fan  magazine  writers  and 
several  studio  photographers  had  beaten 
me  there.  Flash  bulbs  were  popping  mer- 
rily all  over  the  place.  Sundry  people 
wandered  through  the  house  seeking  back- 
grounds for  more  pictures.  A  poodle 
bounded  around  with  little  Victoria. 

Betty  herself  was  busier  than  the  pro- 
verbial one-armed  paper  hanger  with 
the  itch.  She  was  answering  questions, 
posing  for  camera  boys,  and  keeping  a 
weather  eye  on  Vicky  all  at  the  same 
time.  She  considered  this  part  of  her 
job,  and  was  glad  to  do  it. 

"Betty,"  I  said,  "practically  every  comic 
wants  to  play  Hamlet.  Every  song  and 
dance  girl  wants  a  crack  at  a  straight 
dramatic  role.  Why  did  you  turn  down 
the  opportunity?" 

"For  a  very  simple  reason,"  she  re- 
plied with  a  laugh.  "I've  spent  12  years 
learning  how  to  sing  and  dance.  I  know 
musicals  better  than  any  phase  of  show 
business.  My  exhibitors  want  them;  my 
fans  expect  to  see  me  in  them.  I  have 
no  ambition  to  become  a  Sarah  Bern- 
hardt— praise  be!  So  I  want  to  stick  to 
musicals  " 

TT  hat  made  sense  to  me,  and  evidently  to 
the  studio  also.  Betty  wasn't  punished. 
But  time  passed;  conditions  changed.  Last 
year  Betty  balked  at  doing  The  Girl  Next 
Door.  This  time,  to  the  surprise  of  all  of 
us,  the  studio  put  her  on  suspension, 
which  means  she  was  taken  off  salary. 

I  was  out  of  town  at  the  time;  and  one 
of  my  staff  members,  thinking  the  inci- 
dent routine  news,  called  Betty  to  check 
on  what  had  happened.  She  explained 
that  she'd  just  finished  a  film  on  Tues- 
day and  was  scheduled  to  start  the  new 
one  the  following  Monday. 

"I  did  not  refuse  to  do  the  picture,  be- 
cause I  hadn't  even  read  the  script,"  she 
added.  "I'd  been  on  call  at  the  studio  for 
18  straight  months.  I  needed  a  rest  and 
asked  for  time  off  before  starting  back  to 
work.  I  was  told  I  could  have  the  vaca- 
tion, but  that  I'd  be  suspended  if  I  took  it. 
After  being  at  20th  for  11  years,  I  was 
hurt  by  the  studio's  attitude.  Then  I 
was  asked  to  promise  to  do  another  pic- 
ture four  months  later.  My  reply  was: 
As  long  as  I'm  being  taken  off  salary, 
I'm  not  promising  anything.' " 

When  that  appeared  in  my  column,  the 
studio  blew  its  top.  I  didn't  know  it  at 
the  time,  but  20th  was  right  on  the  verge 
of  making  drastic  cuts  in  its  executives' 
salaries.  The  lot  was  as  jumpy  as  a  fox 
in  a  forest  fire.  June  Haver  took  over 
the  picture;  but  she  was  injured  while 
making  it.  The  film  hasn't  been  finished 
yet. 

Learning  the  furor  that  Betty's  state- 
ment had  caused,  I  asked  Darryl  Zanuck 
for  the  studio's  side  of  the  story.  He 
was  ired  by  Betty's  attitude.  Twentieth 
had  been  good  to  Betty.  She  was  kept 
on  full  salary  while  she  had  both  of  her 
babies.  Usually  when  a  studio  learns 
that  a  star  is  expecting,  she  goes  auto- 
matically on  layoff  until  after  the  baby 
is  born. 

With  theaters  closing,  I  also  had  to 
agree  with  Darryl  that  the  movie  industry 


was  in  a  state  of  emergency;  we  were 
fighting  for  our  professional  lives.  And 
it  behooved  everybody  in  the  industry  to 
chip  in  and  do  their  part. 

Betty,  however,  stuck  to  her  guns.  She 
remained  on  suspension  for  a  year  and 
got  a  big  kick  out  of  her  vacation.  She 
and  Harry  indulged  in  their  favorite  pas- 
time, following  the  races.  And  strangely 
enough  during  this  period  their  horses 
hit  a  winning  streak,  which  meant  more 
to  Betty  than  an  Oscar. 

She  was  taken  off  suspension  to  do  The 
Farmer  Takes  A  Wife,  with  Dale  Robert- 
son. "I  had  a  wonderful  time  making 
that  one,"  Betty  told  me.  Then  along 
came  a  picture,  Blaze  Of  Glory,  which  was 
supposed  to  star  Richard  Widmark  and 
Shelley  Winters.  But  before  a  camera 
could  turn  on  it,  somebody  tipped  me  that 
Shell  had  been  to  see  an  obstetrician. 
"Uh-uh,"  I  said,  "the  gal's  expecting." 
I  checked  for  verification  and  printed  the 
story.  I'll  bet  Shell  could  bite  my  ears  off 
for  that.  She  wanted  to  do  that  picture 
badly;  but  gathering  news  is  .my  busi- 
ness; and  Shell  would  have  endangered 
herself  by  making  the  film. 

It's  a  strenuous  picture,  being  directed 
by  a  rough  and  ready  guy,  Sam  Fuller, 
who  believes  in  a  lot  of  close-ups  and  the 
use  of  no  doubles.  The  girl  gets  pushed 
around  through  the  whole  story;  and  in 
one  sequence  takes  a  terrific  beating.  Sam 
wasn't  going  to  take  a  chance  of  having 
Shell  injured.  Betty  Grable  replaced  her. 
This  time  she  definitely  refused  to  make 
the  picture,  and  was  again  put  on  suspen- 
sion. Jean  Peters  replaced  her.  "It's  the 
greatest  part  I  ever  had,"  she  told  me.  "I 
play  a  sexy  moron  who  falls  in  love  with 
a  pickpocket."  Jean,  who's  as  healthy 
as  a  young  colt,  can  take  anything  dished 
out  to  her  in  the  way  of  physical  punish- 
ment. 

Now  the  rumors  began  to  fly.  Betty 
Grable  was  tired  of  picture  making; 
didn't  care  about  her  career;  had  gone 
temperamental;  Zanuck  was  going  to  lower 
the  boom  on  her,  but  good  this  time; 
Marilyn  Monroe  had  been  brought  in  as  a 
threat  to  the  blonde  queen  of  the  lot;  Betty 
was  peeved  because  Gentlemen  Prefer 
Blondes  had  gone  to  Marilyn  rather  than 
her;  Grable  had  figured  that  she'd  grown  so 
powerful  she  could  do  as  she  pleased;  she 
was  still  afraid  to  tackle  a  straight  dra- 
matic role.  These  were  just  a  few  of 
the  conjectures  that  floated  around  town. 
Seeking  the  truth,  I  went  directly  to 
Betty.  She  was  not  bitter  over  the  sus- 
pension, having  expected  it  when  she 
turned  down  the  part. 

"I  think  I've  lasted  in  this  business 
by  not  doing  pictures  that  are  not  good 
for  me,"  said  she.  "My  fans  expect  to 
see  me  in  a  certain  type  of  film  and  I 
try  never  to  let  them  down.  In  Blaze 
Of  Glory,  I  was  to  play  a  B-girl  who 
picks  up  men  in  bars  and  works  for  a 
fellow  traveler.  Can  you  see  me  doing 
that?  I  don't  think  my  fans  would  want 
to  see  me  in  that  kind  of  a  role.  I've 
never  played  a  character  on  the  screen 
that  I  would  be  ashamed  for  my  own 
children  to  see — or  the  children  of  any 
other  mother  either.  Then,  too,  the  pic- 
ture was  to  be  made  in  black  and  white; 
so  many  of  mine  have  been  in  color  that  I 
may  have  become  spoiled." 

"You  weren't  afraid  to  tackle  a  straight 
dramatic  role?"  I  asked. 

"No,"  she  said.  Then  she  pondered  the 
question.  "No,  I'm  really  not,  though  two 
of  my  most  dismal  failures  were  pictures 
in  which  I  played  dramatic  roles.  And, 
of  course,  my  biggest  successes  have  been 
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little  acting  is  required  of  me  in  most 
of  the  films  I  do.  However,  I'd  welcome 
the  opportunity  to  play  the  kind  of  parts 
Carole  Lombard  used  to  do.  But  I  sup- 
pose nobody  believes  I  can  do  comedy." 

"No  plans  of  retiring  then?"  I  asked. 

The  question  startled  her.  "Oh,  no,"  she 
said.  "I  love  working  in  pictures.  In 
fact,  with  Harry  on  tour  and  the  children 
in  school,  I'd  like  to  be  making  one  right 
now." 

I  wanted  to  know  if  there  was  any  feud- 
between  her  and  Marilyn  Monroe. 

"Absolutely  none,"  she  said.  "A  lot 
of  people  think  I'm  jealous  of  Marilyn; 
but  that's  not  true.  I  was  told  Gentle- 
men Prefer  Blondes  was  bought  for  me; 
and  naturally  I  wanted  to  make  the  pic- 
ture. Who  wouldn't?  Marilyn  got  it. 
That's  her  good  fortune.  When  Judy 
Garland  bowed  out  of  Annie  Get  Your 
Gun,  I  was  dying  to  take  over.  But  20th 
wouldn't  lend  me.  Do  you  realize  that 
in  the  13  years  I've  been  with  that  studio, 
I've  never  made  a  picture  off  the  lot?" 

I  hadn't,  but  it's  true.  And  the  girl 
who's  in  a  position  to  ramble  around 
town  gets  the  plum  roles,  as  no  studio 
can  have  all  the  good  properties.  Betty 
Hutton,  on  loan-out  from  Paramount,  had 
her  career  revitalized  by  Annie  for  ex- 
ample. In  order  to  have  more  freedom 
to  pick  and  choose,  Betty's  asked  20th  to 
release  her  from  her  contract.  But  the 
studio  won't  do  it.  Who  wants  to  let  go 
of  a  gold  mine? 

And  just  what  makes  this  gold  mine 
click?  That's  the  question  that  has  long 
puzzled  us.  She's  quietly  skipped  most  of 
the  usual  formulas  for  movie  success. 
Betty,  while  having  a  healthy  respect  for 
her  fans,  does  not  cater  to  them  like  Joan 
Crawford,  for  instance.  She  has  her  fan 
clubs,  however,  and  a  surprisingly  great 
number  of  feminine  followers.  Girls  who 
wrote  to  Betty  in  their  teens  grow  up, 
marry,  and  become  mothers;  but  they  still 
correspond  with  Grable.  "The  reason  wo- 
men like  her,"  one  of  her  friends  told  me. 
"is  that  she  looks  like  a  square  shooter. 
She's  the  kind  of  girl  with  whom  about 
any  woman  would  trust  her  husband.  You 
couldn't  say  that  about  Marilyn  Monroe." 

When  Betty's  working  in  a  picture,  she's 
all  business.  But  away  from  the  studio 
she  likes  to  be  just  Mrs.  Harry  James.  She 
used  to  accompany  Harry  on  his  band 
tours;  but  fans  wouldn't  let  her  alone.  She 
wanted  to  be  simply  another  wife.  But 
if  she  didn't  make  a  personal  appearance, 
get  up  and  take  a  bow  or  sing,  people 
thought  her  snooty.  So  in  order  not  to 
offend  them,  she  decided  to  skip  those 
tours  with  Harry. 

Betty's  no  glamor  girl  when  you  com- 
pare her  to  Marlene  Dietrich  or  Rita  Hay- 
worth.  She  dresses  simply  but  well. 
When  she  goes  out,  she  wears  no  make- 
up except  a  little  powder,  mascara  and 
lipstick.  I've  known  Betty  for  many 
years;  and  she  seems  ageless.  Her  figure 
has  remained  exactly  the  same  for  12 
years.  The  onepiece  suit  she  uses  for 
rehearsals  has  never  had  to  be  altered  a 
fraction  of  an  inch.  Yet  she  never  diets. 
When  she's  rehearsing  dance  numbers, 
she  eats  like  a  famished  horse — particu- 
larly candy.  Betty  keeps  her  skin  fresh, 
firm,  and  unwrinkled  by  frequent  appli- 
cations of  cream  and  oil.  George  Lane, 
her  studio  make-up  man,  says  she  pre- 
sents only  one  minor  problem.  Her  nose 
was  once  broken,  leaving  a  tiny  bone 
slightly  projecting.  When  that  part  of  her 
face  is  high-lighted,  the  nose-bone  re- 
quires special  make-up. 

Betty  doesn't  consider  herself  a  real 
beauty.  Nor  do  I.  Yet  during  World  War 
II,  20th  had  over  two  million  requests  for 
pin-up  pictures  of  her  from  servicemen. 
I  know,  because  my  office  was  constantly 


flooded  with  letters  from  GI's  wanting 
Grable's  picture.  Somehow  she  meant 
home  to  the  lonely  men  in  foreign  lands, 
because  she's  the  standard  concept  of 
the  ail-American  girl.  She's  the  "beauti- 
ful blonde"  about  whom  all  men  dream 
and  which  most  women  envy.  Yet  she'd 
never  win  a  "Miss  America"  contest. 
Hollywood  is  loaded  with  girls  more 
beautiful  than  she.  Go  on  any  set  where 
a  big  musical  number  is  being  shot;  and 
you'll  find  dozens  of  them.  They're  play- 
ing extras. 

Her  looks  help,  but  that  is  not  the 
answer  to  Betty  Grable's  appeal.  And 
she'd  be  the  first  to  admit  that  she's  no 
great  shakes  as  an  actress.  When  the 
Harvard  Lampoon  picked  her  as  "the 
worst  actress  of  the  year,"  she  wired  the 
magazine,  "You're  so  right."  She  can 
be  a  show-stopper  with  her  warm  vitality: 
but  putting  her  in  a  picture  with  a  Greta 
Garbo  or  Olivia  De  Havilland  would  be 
murderous.  Dan  Dailey  has  done  severa; 
pictures  with  Betty,  and  I  asked  him  what 
the  girl  had  that  kept  her  so  popular. 

"Warmth,"  he  said.  "You  know,  in  real 
life  Betty's  shy  and  does  not  reveal  her 
true  personality.  I've  always  felt  that 
what  we  see  on  the  screen  is  not  the 
actress,  but  Betty  Grable  herself.  She 
has  the  greatest  natural  gift  for  dancing 
that  I've  ever  found  in  a  woman;  but 
she's  never  fully  developed  it.  The  same 
applies  to  her  acting.  You  know  why? 
Making  motion  pictures  is  strictly  a  busi- 
ness with  her.  She  likes  the  money  and 
does  enough  on  the  sound  stages  to  get 
by  in  a  big  way.  But  her  chief  interest 
lies  in  buying  the  family  groceries  and 
washing  the  faces  of  her  children." 

I'm  inclined  to  agree  with  Dan.  I  asked 
why  she  didn't  make  personal  appear- 
ances. "Lack  of  confidence,  I  suppose,"  she 
replied.  .  I 

"Lack  of  confidence!"  I  echoed  in  dis- 
belief. "You've  been  with  bands  and 
on  the  stage." 

"But  that  was  long  ago,"  she  said.  "If 
I  had  to  walk  out  on  a  stage  now,  I'd  be 
terrified.  I've  been  blamed  for  not  play- 
ing benefits,  and  that's  the  reason, 
know  people  would  expect  me  to  be  a 
good  as  I  am  on  the  screen;  and  I  wouldn't 
be.  I  don't  want  to  disappoint  anybody. 

As  for  being  a  homebody,  Betty  cer- 
tainly is.  At  present  she  has  no  secre- 
tary, business  manager,  nurse,  cook  oi 
chauffeur.  She  does  have  an  agent,  t 
girl  to  take  care  of  her  fan  mail,  and  a' 
man  to  handle  her  taxes.  "I  learned  U 
do  things  for  myself  when  I  was  young 
and  I  still  like  to  be  independent,"  she 
explained.  Marie  Brasselle  (mother  o 
film  star  Keefe)  has  been  Betty's  hair 
dresser  for  12  years  and  knows  her  aboui 
as  intimately  as  anyone  outside  heiJ 
family.  "She  doesn't  want  anybody  tc 
wait  on  her,"  says  Marie.  "She  won' 
even  let  me  carry  her  script.  Betty  doesn 
like  flattery  either.  If  she  looks  espe-. 
cially  good,  I  tell  her  so.  But  she'd  hate 
for  anybody  to  tell  her  that  every  day. 

Betty  is  stern  with  her  children  wher 
they  do  wrong;  so  they  have  become 
models  of  behavior.  When  not  working 
she  takes  care  of  them  herself.  Bett\ 
prepares  their  breakfast.  They  have  ^  ^ 
salad  for  lunch;  and  at  night  mother  ancj,. 
daughters  dine  out. 

The  Jameses  do  little  entertaining.  The\ 
both  loathe  night  clubs.  Betty  got  hei ; 
fill  of  them  in  her  younger  days;  and 
Harry  has  to  work  in  them.  Occasionalh 
they  do  a  night  spot  to  catch  the  show  o' 
a  pal  like  Joe  E.  Lewis.  "With  two  chil- 
dren, we  have  enough  entertainment  a 
home,"  says  Betty.  Many  movie  star 
feel  that  they  must  be  seen  in  publi 
gatherings  to  remain  popular.  Betty  de 
fies  the  idea.  About  the  only  place  yo 


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see  them  regularly  in  public  are  race 
tracks.  They  both  love  horses;  have  six 
racers  and  four  brood  mares  of  their  own. 
"The  nicest  present  Harry  ever  gave 
me,"  says  Betty,  "was  a  three-in-one 
affair — a  mare  in  foal  with  a  second  colt 
trotting  by  her  side." 

I'm  surprised  at  the  number  of  men 
who  don't  consider  Betty  sexy;  but  I 
can  understand  their  viewpoint.  Sultry, 
languid,  lazy  Marilyn  Monroe  can  get 
more  sex  in  the  shrug  of  her  shoulder 
than  Grable  could  in  a  hula  dance.  Yet 
when  the  current  storm  over  Marilyn  is 
over,  I'll  still  have  my  money  on  Betty. 
Some  psychological  factor  in  the  public 
mind  makes  it  accept  or  reject  a  movie 
star.  Bob  Mitchum  served  a  term  in 
jail  and  came  out  to  find  his  career  un- 
affected. John  Agar  did  the  same  thing 
and  practically  wrecked  his. 

Their  deeds  may  be  perfectly  innocent 
as,  for  instance,  getting  married.  Betty's 
movie  career  suffered  not  at  all  by  her 
becoming  a  wife  and  mother.  I  doubt 
whether  Marilyn's  could  withstand  such. 
There's  a"  difference.  Betty  represents 
entertainment.  People  associate  her  with 
bright  lights,  music,  crowds,  gaiety.  She's 
the  girl  men  like  to  take  out  dining  and 
dancing — everybody's  girl  friend,  but  no- 
body's girl.  But  smouldering  Marilyn  is 
the  type  with  whom  men  like  to  be 
alone.  She's  associated  with  dim  lights, 
soft  music,  an  open  fire,  champagne  in  an 
icy  silver  bucket.  Marriage  would  likely 
destroy  that  concept.  Doubtlessly  Marilyn 
will  wed,  knocking  the  cream  off  her  pub- 
licity pie,  while  Betty  continues  dancing 
on  her  merry  way. 

rable  is  smart  enough  to  know  that  the 
^  workers  behind  the  camera  can  make 
or  break  a  star.  Good  lighting,  good  make- 
up, good  wardrobe  are  essential  to  the 
success  of  any  actress.  And  Betty  never 
forgets  the  people  responsible  for  them. 
"When  she's  working,"  says  Marie  Bras- 
selle,  "she  has  gallons  of  hot  coffee  on  the 
set  for  everybody  all  day  long.    She  dis- 


covered that  a  crew  member  liked  fishing: 
so  she  sent  him  to  a  sports  store  to  pick 
out  anything  he  liked  as  a  present  from 
her.  She  knew  her  wardrobe  girl  was 
fond  of  pretty  clothes.  So  she  sent  her 
to  Sak's  to  pick  out  some  new  dresses 
for  herself  at  Grable's  expense.  She 
learned  that  I  didn't  have  a  television 
set,  and  gave  me  a  beauty. 

Dan  Dailey  calls  her  a  50-50  girl.  "Whe- 
ther we  were  doing  a  dance  number  or 
acting  a  scene  together,"  says  he,  "she 
never  tried  to  top  me.  She  gave  me  as 
much  as  she  took." 

Betty's  often  been  accused  of  being 
temperamental  and  moody.  At  times  when 
I  meet  her,  she'll  sit  down  and  talk  my 
ears  off;  at  others,  she'll  have  practically 
nothing  to  say.  "She's  not  moody,"  says 
Marie.  "She's  sensitive.  And  her  silence 
is  likely  due  to  something  entirely  un- 
related to  you.  If  she's  hurt,  she  clams 
up  for  a  couple  of  days.  But  she  gets 
over  it."  Another  factor  that  gives  her 
a  reputation  for  temperament  is  that  she 
believes  in  punctuality.  She  likes  to  get 
to  work  on  time  and  quit  on  time  so  she 
can  get  home  to  her  family.  Directors 
often  wish  to  stay  over  time  to  finish  a 
particular  shot.  Betty  doesn't  like  the  1 
idea;  so  she  blows  up.  "Temperament," 
say  people  working  with  her.  "The  great 
Grable.  Who  does  she  think  she  is?  I 
Garbo?" 

TDetty  thinks  no  such  thing.  At  six  o'clock 

in  the  evening  she  ceases  being  an  j 
actress  and  becomes  a  mother.  So  there 
you  have  her.  Of  herself  she  says,  "I'm  j 
a  good,   dull   girl."   As   an   actress  and 
singer  she's  but  mediocre  as  talent  goes. 
She's  not  the  best  dancer  in  the  business;  | 
nor  is  she  the  most  beautiful  girl.  Her 
private  life  is  far  from  glamorous.  But 
she's  one  of  the  greatest  boxoffice  stars 
in  motion  picture  history.  Why?  I'll  tell 
you  her  secret.  She  started  studying  danc-  ; 
ing  at  the  age  of  five  and  began  working 
professionally  at  11.  She  knows  show  busi- 
ness and  how  to  dish  it  out.  That's  it!  end 


shelley's  greatest  secret 

(Continued  from  page  37)  months  ahead 
of  him.  Vittorio  and  I  had  dinner  with 
Elizabeth  and  Michael  the  other  evening. 
She  looks  wonderful.  The  boys  talked 
European  theater  and  we  talked  babies. 
I  can't  get  a  thing  zipped  up  any  more 
and  Elizabeth  advised  me  where  to  get 
maternity  clothes.  But  I  don't  know.  I'll 
wait.  We  had  a  lot  of  laughs." 

The  executive  from  the  studio  smiled 
appreciatively.  Shelley's  interior  decor- 
ator, who  was  passing  through,  nodded 
pleasantly  to  everyone  and  headed  for  the 
room  tentatively  designated  as  the  nursery. 
Mrs.  Rose  Schrift,  Shelley's  mother, 
brought  her  a  cup  of  tea  and  warned, 
"It's  hot."  Naturally,  Shelley  took  a  sip 
anyway  and  winced.  She  always  has  to 
find  out  things  for  herself — that  much  she 
hasn't   changed.   "It's   hot,"   she  agreed. 

That  day,  for  instance,  nothing  had 
seemed  to  work  out  right  about  the  apart- 
ment, including  the  Japanese  gardener 
who  again  doggedly  showed  up  at  dawn 
to  noisily  water  the  plants  despite  their 
protests.  ("Why  does  he  have  to  sneak  up 
on  them  in  the  dark?"  Shelley  asked). 
Besides  this,  and  the  fireplace's  need  for 
modernizing,  the  water  heater  had  made 
ominous  noises,  the  shower  leaked.  ("How 
do  you  fix  a  washer?"  Shelley  had  phoned 
the  plumber.)  The  pipes  of  the  hot  air 
heating  system  needed  cleaning.  ("Do  they 
send  a  furry  little  cat  through  the  pipes?" 
Shelley  wondered.)  A  man  came  to  de- 
liver two  bags  of  fertilizer  nobody  could 


remember  ordering.  Someone  else  bought 
Venetian  blinds  which  didn't  fit;  and  a 
neighbor  who  knew  Shelley  dropped  in 
and  told  her  the  other  neighbors  on  the 
street  thought  her  husband  was  crazy. 

'"Through  all  this  Shelley  remained  serene, 
only  mildly  interested  about  the  house- 
hold disruption  involved  and  just  casual- 
ly amused  about  the  neighbors. 

"Vittorio  only  sounds  crazy,"  she  said. 
"He  is  rehearsing  for  his  plays  in  Italy 
and  he  has  to  get  back  his  old  voice  power 
because  they  don't  use  microphones  even 
when  they  play  in  those  old  Roman 
amphitheaters  to  audiences  of  50,000 
people.  He  does  vocal  exercises  every 
day  till  the  windows  rattle.  Up  the  street 
there  is  a  neurologist,  and  every  time  he 
hears  Vittorio  he  grabs  his  surgical  kit  in 
the  hope  I'll  call  him  over  to  operate.  He 
thinks  Vittorio  will  make  a  fascinating 
case." 

"Doesn't  it  bother  you?"  she  was  asked. 

"Uh-uh,"  Shelley  replied.  "The  only 
thing  that  bothers  either  one  of  us  is 
the  door.  It  squeaks  when  Vittorio  is  try- 
ing to  study  his  plays.  He  yells  about  it, 
and  I  pour  oil  all  over  the  hinges,  but 
there  is  always  a  little  squeak  I  miss." 

"What's  happened  to  you,  then?"  came 
another  question.  "Where  is  the  good  old 
Winters  temperament?  I  heard  you  didn't 
even  get  angry  when  20th  Century-Fox 
phoned  you  in  Mexico  that  the  picture 
you  were  to  do  with  Richard  Widmark 
had  been  cancelled.  And  that,  they  tell 
me,  was  before  you  even  knew  your- 
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Shelley  smiled  blissfully.  "It's  physio- 
logical, the  doctor  says,"  she  replied.  "The 
glands  pour  something  into  the  blood 
and  then  you  don't  care  what  the  score  is. 
It's  a  good  thing  the  studios  can't  get  hold 
of  the  stuff.  I  didn't  know  the  baby  was  on 
the  way  in  Mexico,  but  it  was.  That's  why 
20th's  notification  didn't  bother  me. 
I'm  having  the  first  vacation  I  have  ever 
had  since  I  was  12  years  old  and  I  love 
it.  I'm  even  taking  naps  now.  Me!  I  never 
even  sat  down  before  during  the  day.  And 
nights?  I  used  to  be  a  real  nightclub  girl. 
Now  Vittorio  has  to  hit  me  on  the  head 
to  keep  me  up  after  dinner  ...  he  should 
dare  to  try!" 

"Well,  after  the  baby  is  born  you'll  be 
your  old  self  again,"  her  friend  ventured. 

Shelley  thought  a  while.  "I  don't  know. 
I've  got  ideas  now  I  don't  think  I'll  forget 
afterwards — a  brand  new  way  of  seeing 
things.  I'm  beginning  to  feel  that  a  career 
is  not  all  of  life.  If  you  keep  dwelling  on 
it  it  becomes  everything,  but  that  kind  of 
everything  can  be  pretty  empty." 

'"P  hat's  how  it  is  with  Shelley.  Her  per- 
sonality  adjustment  to  approaching 
motherhood  is  intriguing  everyone,  in- 
cluding Shelley  herself.  She  is  proud  of 
the  fact  that  three  times  during  Septem- 
ber she  got  new  picture  offers  and  was 
able  to  turn  them  down  without  the  least 
personal  dither  and  without  automatically 
canvassing  a  dozen  and  a  half  of  her 
friends  for  advice.  She  was  tempted  by  one 
of  the  offers,  a  chance  to  play  opposite 
Dick  Basehart  in  an  independent  pro- 
duction entitled,  Cry  Tough. 

"If  you  take  this  role  and  start  the 
picture  you  will  have  to  finish  it,  and  in 
your  condition  this  might  prove  difficult," 
Vittorio  warned. 

"You  mean  I've  got  to  face  the  facts  of 
life?"  she  asked. 

When  he  nodded  she  decided.  "Okay, 
life  wins  ...  I  won't  even  start." 

Shelley's  new  mood  seems  to  embrace 
Vittorio  as  well,  so  that  he  too  appears 
surrounded  by  an  aura  of  gentle  reason- 
ableness. This  helps  wet  down  the  dust 
of  any  conflict  that  does  arise.  One  arose 
about  their  travel  plans.  Vittorio  had  his 
heart  set  on  Shelley  accompanying  him  to 
Italy  in  October  when  he  returned  for  a 
five-months  engagement  with  his  play 
company  there.  Shelley  was  to  stay  right 
through  Christmas  and  then  return  to 
Hollywood  so  that  the  baby  could  be  born 
in  the  United  States.  Vittorio  was  to  fol- 
low in  April  when  his  show  closed,  bring- 
ing his  mother  along.  But  her  doctor  ad- 
vised Shelley  not  to  attempt  the  trip  until 
November,  and  when  she  reported  this  to 
Vittorio   he  couldn't  understand  it. 

"Why?"  he  asked.  "You  get  on  a  plane, 
you  sit,  and  then  you  are  in  Rome." 

"The  doctor  says  it's  not  wise  to  travel 
until  the  fifth  month,"  she  told  him. 

Vittorio  waved  a  deprecating  hand. 
"Italian  girls  who  are  going  to  be  mothers 
must  be  tougher,"  he  declared.  "They  go 
anywhere  anytime." 

Shelley  just  .  nodded  agreeably.  Then 
Vittorio  demanded  to  know  whether  she 
was  going  to  do  what  he  said  or  what  the 
doctor  said. 

"What  the  doctor  said,"  she  replied. 

Vittorio  opened  his  mouth  as  if  to  pro- 
nounce some  ultimatum  .  .  .  and  then 
incipient  fatherhood  must  have  taken  con- 
trol of  him.  "Good  girl  .  .  ."  he  said.  "We 
have  to  be  careful." 

There  was  also  the  question  of  Shelley 
holding  to  some  sort  of  diet.  Her  doctor 
didn't  want  her  to  put  on  more  than  20 
or  25  pounds  during  pregnancy,  and  she 
had  already  gained  10  by  the  beginning 
of  the  third  month.  Vittorio,  however, 
claimed  that  in  Italy  mothers-to-be  gained 
up  to  50  pounds  and  nobody  cared. 

He  produced  a  pencil  and  paper  and 


did  some  figuring.  "You  think  not?"  he 
asked.  "If  by  the  third  month  you  have 
already  gained  ten  pounds,  and  you  are 
hardly  started  yet.  .  .  ." 

"Yes?"  prompted  Shelley,  pretending  she 
didn't  know  what  he  was  leading  up  to 

"I  am  afraid  you  are  having  this  baby 
on  the  Italian  plan,"  he  said. 

'"Phe  mysterious  ailments  which  some- 

times  affect  expectant  fathers  as  well 
as  mothers  had  not  bypassed  Vittorio  be- 
fore he  left  Hollywood.  For  one  thing,  he 
suffered  from  indigestion,  something  new 
for  him,  and  he  claimed  it  was  a  sym- 
pathetic reaction  to  Shelley's  condition. 
He  began  to  complain  when  he  noticed 
that  she  was  making  a  habit  of  popping 
from  bed  right  to  the  kitchen  the  first 
thing  every  morning.  "It's  like  a  track  race 
every  morning  with  you,"  he  said.  "Why?' 

She  told  him  that  her  doctor  had  ad- 
vised eating  immediately  after  arising  to 
settle  her  stomach  and  prevent  nausea. 
Vittorio  smote  his  chest.  "Why  didn't  you 
tell  me  before?"  he  demanded.  "Me  too. 
I  have  been  having  heartburn  ever  since 
we  found  out  about  the  baby." 

The  next  morning  he  beat  her  to  the 
kitchen.  The  day  after  that,  when  she 
went  to  take  some  vitamin  pills  her  doctor 
had  prescribed,  Vittorio  followed  right 
behind.  He  flipped  a  whole  handful  of  the 
pills  into  his  mouth  before  she  coulci 
stop  him.  "They're  not  for  heartburn, 
she  told  him. 

"That's  all  right,"  he  said.  "I  am  in 
terested  in  American  medicine  generally. 

Their  original  idea  of  buying  the  duplex- 
apartment  was  to  live  in  the  ground  floor 
apartment  themselves  and  rent  the  upstairs 
apartment  for  income.  But  right  from  the 
first  Vittorio  began  to  discourage  possible 
tenants.  When  Shelley  asked  him  why 
he  reminded  her  that  his  mother  would 
be  with  them.  "It  will  be  a  good  place  for 
mother  to  live  and  a  good  place  for  the 
baby,"  he  said. 

"But  won't  you  want  the  baby  to  be 
downstairs  with  us?"  she  asked. 

Vittorio  looked  as  if  he  couldn't  under 
stand  her.  "What  for?"  he  asked.  "There 
is  nothing  you  can  say  to  a  baby  until  he 
is  five  years  old." 

Shelley  laughs  this  off,  of  course.  Baby 
is  going  to  stay  very  close  to  mama  anc: 
papa,  the  way  she  sees  the  parental  pro 
gram.  What  has  bothered  her  is  the  prob 
ability  of  the  child's  speaking  Italian. 

"If  this  is  the  case,  you  won't  be  able 
to  talk  with  him  at  all  unless  you  learn 
Italian,"  Vittorio  has  teased. 

Shelley  is  taking  no  chances.  She  i 
studying  hard.  She  has  also  obtained  the 
University  of  Chicago  recommended 
"Great  Books  of  the  Western  World,"  ir. 
54  volumes,  and  intends  to  read  eve 
one  of  them. 

"Anything  my  kid  wants  to  know,  frorr. 
Homer  to  Tennessee  Williams,  I'm  goin: 
to  be  able  to  tell  him,"  she  says. 


I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

One  afternoon 
as  we  were  play- 
ing baseball,  we 
noticed  a  beautiful 
brunette  watching 
us.  Only  after 
talking  to  her  for 
a  while  did  we 
discover  that  this 
friendly  person 
was  Jane  Russell, 
who  was  living  in 

Columbus  while  her  husband  was  sta- 
tioned at  Fort  Benning. 

Sybil  Powell 
Columbus,  Georgia 


RELIEVES  PAIN  OF 
HEADACHE  •  NEURALGIA 


To  get  time  for  this,  she  has  quit  work- 
ing on  a  sweater  for  Vittorio  which  she 
has  been  knitting  for  five  months  and 
which  is  still  one  sleeve  short  of  being 
all  finished. 

Even  if  some  of  Vittorio 's  ideas  are  a 
little  hard  to  take,  all  in  all  he  is 
making  a  fine  prospective  father,  accord- 
ing to  Shelley.  Although  he  was  born  in 
a  home  where  a  nurse  attended  his  wants 
from  infancy  on  (and  still  does  when  he 
visits  his  own  family),  he  forgot  all  about 
this  the  day  they  moved  to  their  new 
place. 

"He  started  off  normal,"  she  said.  "He 
refused  to  get  out  of  bed  when  the  movers 
came  in  the  morning.  But  afterwards  he 
made  a  great  finish,  even  washing  the 
dishes  and  taking  out  the  garbage." 

Their  worst  day,  she  says,  came  the 
afternoon  they  both  went  to  her  doctor 
to  discuss  the  money  end  of  parent- 
hood. The  doctor  wanted  to  know  Vit- 
torio's  income  for  the  past  five  years  so 
he  could  establish  an  average  on  which 
to  base  the  fee.  When  Vittorio  heard  what 
the  fee  was  to  be,  Shelley  saw  his  lips 
moving  in  the  way  they  do  when  he  is 


mentally  converting  dollars  into  lira.  From 
the  expression  on  his  face,  it  looked  to  her 
as  if  he  was  up  into  the  millions  of  them. 
After  they  got  home,  Shelley  made  him  a 
drink  and  he  became  fairly  philosophic 
about  his  fate. 

"Still,"  he  said,  "births  in  America  and 
births  in  Italy  are  entirely  different 
phenomena.  In  Italy  if  you  want  a  baby 
it  is  merely  a  matter  of  love.  In  America 
you  have  to  be  deaf  to  your  heart  until 
your  bank  book  says,  'Okay!  Go  ahead 
and  have  a  baby!'  " 

"Except  if  you  are  an  Italian  in  Amer- 
ica," murmured  Shelley. 

No,  at  this  writing  Shelley  is  about  the 
calmest  girl  in  Hollywood.  When  Farley 
Granger  heard  about  her  good  fortune,  he 
came  over  and  brought  flowers.  After  he 
left  Shelley  said,  "Gee,  he's  a  nice  guy. 
It's  a  shame  Vittorio  and  he  can't  be 
friends."  (Vittorio  is  the  one  who  is  do- 
ing the  balking.)  Then  she  shrugged  her 
shoulders. 

"Oh,  well,"  she  commented,  and  you 
knew  that  was  not  going  to  bother  her 
either.  END 
(Shelley  Winters  can  be  seen  in  Universal- 
International's  Untamed  Frontier.) 


what's  the  trouble  esther? 

(Continued  from  page  41)  broke  into  a 
wide  grin,  and  said,  "There's  no  truth  to 
it  at  all.  Ben  and  I  have  never  been 
happier.  Maybe  we  quarrel  once  in  a 
while,  but  wno  has  time  to  fight?  We're 
both  too  busy." 

Ben,  who  was  once  a  radio  announcer 
and  consequently  talks  with  great  fluidity, 
was  a  little  more  detailed  in  his  denial. 
"Esther  and  I,"  he  explained,  "have  read 
so  many  of  these  darn  items  about  our- 
selves, they  don't  bother  us  anymore. 
You  know  why  they  print  this  stuff, 
don't  you?  They've  run  out  of  things  to 
write  about  us.  After  all,  pick  up  the 
front  page  of  your  newspaper.  You  don't 
read  anything  about  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Glutz 
celebrating  their  tenth  wedding  anni- 
versary. That's  not  news.  You  read 
scandal  about  divorces,  law  suits,  mur- 
ders— those  are  the  things  that  sell  news- 
papers— not  happiness. 

'Esther  and  1  happen  to  be  happily 
married  and  well-adjusted.  I'd  say  as 
well  as  any  couple  in  town.  Is  that  worth 
any  kind  of  a  story?  You  know  the 
answer.  Of  course  not.  But  run  some- 
thing like  Esther  Williams  and  Ben  Gage 
are  breaking  up — right  away  it's  hot  stuff. 

"If  there  was  anything  wrong  with  our 
marriage,  I  mean  seriously  wrong — if  it 
were  going  on  the  rocks — I'm  the  kind  of 
guy  who  would  level  with  you.  But  it 
isn't.  Ask  Esther.  Ask  her  mother.  Ask 
anyone.  The  trouble  is  that  these  colum- 
nists have  done  all  the  stories  they  can 
do  about  a  happy  marriage.  Now  they've 
gotta  concentrate  and  dig  up  a  little 
dirt." 

"Den's    explanation    sounded  rational. 

"Only,"  I  asked,  "why  should  they  pick 
on  you  and  Esther?  Why  don't  they  pick 
on  someone  say,  like  Loretta  Young  and 
Tom  Lewis,  or  Bob  and  Dolores  Hope? 
Is  there  a  possibility  that  many  members 
of  the  Press  don't  like  Esther?  A  year 
or  so  ago  the  Hollywood  Women's  Press 
Club  voted  her  the  most  uncooperative 
actress  of  the  year.  Are  these  stories  of 
your  breakup  examples  of  wishful  think- 
ing?" 

Ben  thought  for  a  moment.  "I  honest- 
ly think,"  he  said,  "if  you  asked  the 
membership  of  the  Hollywood  Women's 
Press  Club  if  they'd  made  a  mistake  about 
Esther,  they'd  say  yes.    Quite  a  few  of 


those  girls  resigned  after  that  wacky 
nomination.  Esther  is  as  cooperative  with 
the  Press  as  circumstances  permit.  Don't 
take  my  word  for  it.  Just  ask  about 
town." 

I  did  exactly  that,  and  from  what  I  can 
gather,  the  Press  feels  that  Esther  Wil- 
liams is  a  pretty  good  scout.  "She'll  give 
you  as  much  time  as  she  can,"  one  re- 
porter confided,  "but  to  her  the  most  im- 
portant thing  is  her  family,  especially  her 
two  kids.  Her  one  regret  in  life  is  that 
she  can't  spend  more  time  than  she  does 
with  her  boys.  She's  always  late  for  ap- 
pointments, and  she  may  be  a  little  over- 
anxious about  earning  a  buck — but  she's 
a  whole  lot  more  normal  than  someone 
like  Ava  Gardner  who's  a  real  mixed-up 
dame,  or  Lana  Turner  who  has  about  as 
much  judgment  of  men  as  a  mink.  I  think 
you  can  say  this  about  Esther.  The  news- 
papermen genuinely  like  her.  The  news- 
paper women,  however — I  think  they've 
got  green  eyes. 

"The  one  trouble  with  Esther  is  that 
she's  a  success.  It's  a  national  hobby, 
taking  potshots  at  a  success,  especially 
when  the  girl  had  nothing  to  begin  with. 
Esther's  story  is  one  of  those  rags-to- 
riches  yarns.  No  one  criticizes  the  son 
of  J.  P.  Morgan.  Such  a  kid  is  born  to 
the  purple  and  no  one  ever  accuses  him 
of  being  money-mad,  aggressive,  selfish, 
egotistical,  and  inconsiderate. 

"Let  someone  like  Esther  come  along, 
a  kid  who  never  had  an  extra  buck  as  a 
child,  and  right  away  a  lot  of  other  girls 
resent  her  success." 

A Hollywood  newspaper  girl  who's  been 
covering  the  goings-on  in  movietown 
for  more  than  six  years  had  a  different 
explanation  for  the  oft -repeated  rumors 
concerning  the  eventual  unhappy  de- 
nouement of  Esther's  second  marriage. 

"Look,"  she  said,  "let's  start  on  the 
premise  that  all  single  girls  are  jealous 
of  married  girls,  and  all  women  insanely 
jealous  of  beautiful  actresses.  Let's  shove 
that  premise  aside  and  concentrate  on 
Esther.  I've  done  quite  a  bit  of  research 
on  Esther,  and  I've  come  to  the  conclu- 
sion that  she's  a  pretty  domineering  sort 
of  girl. 

"I  don't  think  there's  anything  neces- 
sarily wrong  in  a  girl  being  dominant. 
After  all,  we're  just  the  result  of  our  in- 
heritance and  environment.  It  so  happens 
that  Esther's  mother  is  a  pretty  domineer- 
ing woman  herself.    I  remember  asking 


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people  in  Inglewood,  where  Esther  was 
raised,  about  her  family.  They  all  told 
me  the  same  thing.  Esther's  mother  was 
the  driving  force.  Her  father  was  a  poor 
sign-painter  who  found  the  going  pretty 
tough,  that  is  financially.  Esther  inherited 
her  mother's  drive,  her  mother's  force- 
fulness.  She's  a  plain-speaking,  hard- 
working girl  who  calls  a  spade  a  spade. 

"It's  her  industry,  her  money,  her 
earnings,  her  career  which  in  large  part 
is  responsible  for  the  family  holdings. 
For  example,  Esther  and  Ben  own  the 
Trails,  a  restaurant  out  on  Sepulveda 
Boulevard  in  Los  Angeles.  It's  done  so 
well  that  Esther  and  Ben  are  expanding 
it  into  a  drive-in.  They  also  own  a 
metal  fabrication  shop,  half-a-dozen 
houses  down  in  the  desert  which  Esther 
built  in  the  first  place  so  that  her  asth- 
matic brother  would  have  something  tp 
look  after,  another  house  in  Acapulco 
which  they  rent  out,  "and  I  guess  some 
sort  of  royalty  deal  with  a  bathing  suit 
manufacturer.  At  one  time  they  also 
owned  a  filling  station  at  18th  and  Mon- 
tana in  Santa  Monica;  I'll  never  forget  the 
night  they  opened  that  station.  They 
had  searchlights  and  Keenan  Wynn  on  his 
bicycle  and  they  were  giving  away  tanks 
of  free  gas  to  other  Hollywood  stars. 

"I  happened  to  stop  by  another  filling 
station  in  the  neighborhood,  and  the 
youngster  who  was  running  it  was  choked 
with  bitterness.  'That  Esther  Williams  is 
a  pip,'  he  complained.  'She  only  earns 
$100,000  a  year,  but  she's  gotta  open  up 
a  filling  station  and  take  away  my  busi- 
ness. I  know  it's  a  free  country.  Anyone 
can  open  anything.  But  somehow,  I  just 
resent  it.  I  resent  it,  'cause  I  know  she 
doesn't  need  the  money.  It's  just  an- 
other sideline  to  her,  while  to  me  it's  my 
whole  living.' 

"Esther  and  Ben  gave  up  the  filling 
station,  but  my  whole  point  in  telling 
you  about  their  holdings  is  this:  Esther 
is  the  dominant  wage-earner  in  her  fam- 
ily. Ben  looks  after  their  various  in- 
terests. He  had  a  small  run  as  a  singer 
on  the  radio,  and  as  an  emcee  on  tele- 
vision, but  he  abandoned  show-business. 

"It  may  be  unfair  but  he  is  regarded 
more  as  Esther  Williams'  husband  than 
as  Ben  Gage.  He  knew  this  was  bound 
to  happen  when  he  married  Esther.  He 
knew  she  wasn't  going  to  abandon  her 
career  and  let  him  become  the  family 
bread-winner.  He  went  into  the  setup 
with  his  eyes  open. 

"I  maintain  that  eventually  he  is  gomg 
to  regret  having  left  show  business.  After 
all,  he's  tall,  he's  handsome,  he's  got  a 
lot  of  sex  appeal.  If  he  were  willing  to 
struggle  a  little,  who  could  tell  what 
heights  he  might  achieve?  He's  given  up 
whatever  chance  he  had  in  show  busi- 
ness to  look  after  the  joint  family  hold- 
ings. These  may  expand  to  include  5,000 
different  restaurants,  but  Esther  will  al- 
ways be  the  power  behind  the  throne. 
Eventually,  and  mind  you,  this  is  my 
own  personal  opinion,  I  think  Ben's  male 
vanity  will  assert  itself,  that  unconsci- 
ously and  gradually,  he  will  resent  Esther 
for  depriving  him  of  the  chance  he  him- 
self failed  to  take  in  show  business.  Do 
I  make  myself  clear?" 

I mulled  over  my  informant's  opinion  for 
a  good  while.  "You  don't  mean  to 
say,"  I  questioned,  "that  on  the  basis  of 
this'  analysis  which  may  be  faulty  you 
have  been  running  breakup  stories  about 
the  Gages?"  .  . 

The  newspaper  girl  looked  at  me  and 
sadly  shook  her  head.  "It's  very  simple ' 
she  explained.  "History  repeats  itself. 
I've  yet  to  see  a  happy  marriage  out  here 
where  the  wife  was  infinitely  more  suc- 
cessful in  her  career  than  her  husband. 
92  In  those  marriages  that  do  last,  either  the 


wife  or  the  husband  must  abandon  one 
career.  Lots  of  times  a  man  will  marry 
an  actress  and  become  her  manager  in 
which  event  he  not  only  becomes  her  hus- 
band but  also  a  paid  employee.  Sid  Luft 
and  Judy  Garland  are  a  case  in  point. 
Rosalind  Russell  also  has  a  husband  who 
helps  produce  many  of  her  pictures.  Tom 
Lewis  has  just  organized  a  television 
company  which  will  star  his  wife  Loretta 
Young. 

"I  maintain  that  the  masculine  ego 
resents  being  placed  in  a  subsidiary  role 
and  that  eventually  it  will  revolt — maybe 
not  in  all  cases— after  all,  a  question  of 
character  is  concerned — but  in  most  cases. 
The  reason  many  gossip  columnists  keep 
predicting  the  demise  of  Esther  Williams' 
marriage  is  a  simple  one.  Through  her 
ambition  and  industry  she  is  more  suc- 
cessful than  her  husband.  I  don't  say 
this  is  a  fault,  a  crime,  or  anything.  I 
merely  say  it's  dangerous.  Why  don't  you 
talk  to  someone  who  knew  Esther  when 
she  was  first  married  to  that  struggling 
young  doctor?" 

I  searched  around  Los  Angeles  and 
had  no  trouble  in  finding  several  persons 
who  knew  Esther  when  she  was  the 
young  doctor's  wife.  One  of  these  persons 
remembers  Esther  when  she  lived  at  8722 
Orchard  Street  in  Inglewood.  In  fact, 
she  attended  school  with  the  actress  and 
says  that  Esther  today  is  a  far  better  wife, 


A  Hollywood  screenwriter  was  out- 
lining to  Sam  Goldwyn  and  others 
a  story  treatment  he  had  about  the 
7th  Cavalry.  Goldwyn  frequently 
seems  absorbed  in  something  other 
than  that  which  is  being  discussed. 
The  screenwriter,  trying  to  recap- 
ture the  producer's  attention,  said, 
"Of  course,  you're  familiar  with  the 
details  of  Custer's  Last  Stand?" 
.  .  .  "Sure."  Goldwyn  replied.  "Cus- 
ter lost." 

Leonard  Lyons  in 
The  New  York  Post 


more  mature,  more  intelligent,  more  philo- 
sophical than  when  she  was  married  to 
the  young  doctor  who  was  more  interested 
in  research  than  in  making  money. 

"Look,"  she  told  me.  "I  think  Esther 
Williams  is  wonderful.  I've  heard  an  aw- 
ful lot  of  stories  of  how  she  values  money 
above  everything  and  all  of  that  baloney. 
It's  not  true.  She  has  a  good  common 
sense  of  values.  In  her  scheme  of  things, 
money  is  important— but  she  was  raised 
without  very  much  of  it— and  she  never 
knew  an  easy  childhood.  I  can  vouch  for 
that  because  I  lived  in  the  same  neighbor- 
hood. . 

"I  remember  when  she  worked  m  a 
local  store  selling  underthings  on  Satur- 
days and  during  vacations.  I  remember 
when  she  was  a  stock  girl  in  a  department 
store  on  Wilshire  Boulevard,  earning  $80 
a  month.  She  and  her  sister  used  to  save 
admission  to  the  public  swimming  pool 
by  counting  out  towels. 

In  high  school  at  the  beginning  she 
was  pretty  unhappy.  She  was  tall  and 
gangling  and  none  of  the  boys  made  a 
play  for  her.  Towards  the  end,  however, 
she  began  going  around  with  some  of 
her  brother's  friends  and  getting  elected 
to  various  school  offices,  and  by  the  time 
she  got  out  she  was  pretty  darn  popu- 
lar— but  she  never  had  it  easy.  I  think 
she  was  15  when  the  Los  Angeles  Ath- 
letic Club  became  interested  in  her  as 
a  swimmer.  They  sent  her  out  to  Des 
Moines,  and  I  think  she  was  17  or  18 
when  she  won  the  100-meter  free  style 
event.  But  •  as  she  once  told  me,  'You 
can't  earn  money  as  an  amateur  athlete,' 
so  she  gave  up  swimming  and  got  a  job 
in   the   department   store.    That's  when 


Billy  Rose  offered  her  $40  a  week  to  swim 
in  his  World's  Fair  Aquacade. 

"She  turned  it  down  telling  him,  'I 
can't  give  up  the  security  of  my  job  for 
$40  a  week.'  Rose  finally  came  across 
with  $125  a  week,  and  Esther  took  him 
up  on  it. 

"While  she  was  swimming  with  Johnny 
Weissmuller,  Sam  Katz,  a  producer  at 
MGM,  and  Johnny  Hyde,  he  was  the  agent 
from  the  William  Morris  office  who  later 
discovered  and  developed  Marilyn  Mon- 
roe— tried  to  get  her  into  the  movies — 
only  Esther  wouldn't  listen.  That's  what  l 
mean  by  common  sense.  She  knew  she'd 
had  no  dramatics  training,  and  she  couldn't 
see  what  use  she'd  be  in  the  movies.  She 
told  them  no,  and  after  the  Aquacade,  she 
got  her  same  old  job  back  in  the  depart- 
ment store  over  on  Wilshire  Boulevard. 

"Johnny  Hyde  used  to  bother  her  every 
month  or  so  to  come  over  to  see  L.  B. 
Mayer— he  was  head  of  MGM,  you  know. 
He  wanted  Esther  to  have  an  interview 
with  Mr.  Mayer.  He  felt  strongly  that 
Esther  could  be  turned  into  a  big  box- 
office  attraction.  Esther  went  with  him 
one  day — she  was  19  at  the  time — and 
Mayer's  first  reaction  was,  'My,  but  you're 
tall.'  Esther  said,  'I  certainly  am,'  and  she 
tried  to  leave  his  office,  but  Mayer  ran  after 
her  and  said,  'Wait  a  minute,  young  lady, 
you're  not  that  tall.'  He  liked  her  face 
and  her  figure,  and  he  took  a  chance.  That's 
how  Esther  became  a  movie  star. 

"Now  when  she  married  this  young 
doctor,  it  wasn't  a  case  of  running  away 
from  parental  authority  or  anything  like 
that — it  was  love,  or  what  Esther  thought 
was  love.  I  don't  see  any  sense  in  men- 
tioning his  name,  do  you?  Ben  gets  ab- 
solutely livid,  you  know,  when  anyone 
mentions  his  name  or  even  the  fact  that 
Esther  was  married  before.  I  don't  know 
why,  but  he  certainly  does.  Anyway,  it's 
no  easy  job  being  a  young  doctor.  It 
takes  years  before  you  start  earning  a 
decent  living.  I  think  Esther  would  have 
put  up  with  the  early  struggle  and 
everything  else,  but  she  just  fell  out  of 
love.  Luckily  she  fell  into  a  career  al- 
most at  the  same  time. 

"You  ask  me  if  I  think  there's  any  pos- 
sibility of  a  breakup  in  Esther's  present 
marriage.  Right  now  I'd  say  definitely 
not.  Esther  and  Ben  are  both  on  a  solid 
plane.  They  know  what  they  want  out  oi 
this  marriage.  It's  a  family,  and  they're 
building  one.  Esther  wants  a  girl,  and 
next  time  out  she'll  probably  get  one. 

"Ben  may  kid  around  a  lot,  and  because 
he's  so  big  he's  always  a  target  for  jokes 
and  wisecracks,  but  really,  he's  an  awful 
good  father.  The  other  morning  he 
took  little  Benjie  down  to  the  Hill  and 
Dale  Nursery,  and  I'm  telling  you  the 
both  of  them  looked  real  cute.  Esther  is 
as  hard-working  an  actress  as  you'll  find 
in  this  town.  Being  a  wife,  mother,  and 
actress  is  no  easy  job.  At  the  end  of  a 
day  she's  really  all  in.  But  she  always 
has  time  for  the  sick  and  the  handicapped, 
like  teaching  little  blind  children  to  swim 
and  performing  for  the  paraplegics. 

"I  read  those  gossip  items  from  time 
to  time  about  Ben  and  Esther— but  I  also 
see  a  lot  of  these  two  kids,  and  I  can  tell 
you  their  marriage  is  working.  Insofar  as 
those  darn  gossipmongers  are  concerned 
the  trouble  with  Esther  Williams  is  that 
there's  no  trouble.  She's  happy,  Bens 
happy,  the  children  are  happy— and  that  s 
all  there  is  to  it." 

And  that's  all  they  have  to  work  on, 
those  gossip  columnists  who,  for 
some  perverse  reason  refuse  to  believe 
that  any  family  can  be  happy  in  Holly- 
wood. And  refuse  to  allow  anyone  else 
to  believe  it  either.  END 
(Esther  Williams  will  soon  be  seen  in 
MGM's  Million  Dollar  Mermaid.) 


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JANUARY  1953 


AMERICA'S  GREATEST  MOVIE  MAGAZINE 


modern  screen 


stories 

TOO  YOUNG  FOR  MARRIAGE  (Dale  Robertson)  by  Richard  Dexter  20 

LOVE  COMES  TO  MARLON  BRANDO  by  Jim  Newton  29 

SO  IN  LOVE  (Rita  Hay  worth)  by  Giselle  La  Falaise  30 

HIS  KIND  OF  MAN  (Robert  Mitchum)  by  Jack  Wade  32 

HONOLULU  LOONY  (Jerry  Lewis)  by  Jim  Henaghan  34 

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40 
42 


THE  END  OF  THE  AFFAIR  (Lana  Turner)  by  Imogene  Collins 

DADDY  IS  A  CHARACTER  (John  Derek)  by  Alice  Hoffman 

RED  HOT  MAMA  (Jeanne  Crain)  by  Jane  Wilkie 

HE  WUZ  MOBBED!   (Gene  Nelson)  by  Caroline  Brooks 

LIVING  WITH  LUCY  (Lucille  Ball-Desi  Arnaz)  by  Marva  Peterson  44 

NO  TEARS  FOR  MITZI  (Mitzi  Gaynor)  by  Susan  Trent  47 

THE  CHRISTMAS  THEY  COULDN'T  SEE  (Esther  Williams)  by  Mike  Connolly  48 

COOP  REBUILDS  HIS  LIFE  (Gary  Cooper)  by  Steve  Cronin  50 

HEARTBREAK  AHEAD  (Ava  Gardner-Frank  Sinatra)  by  Marsha  Saunders  52 

24  DAYS  OF  DAVIS  (Bette  Davis)  by  Katherine  Albert  54 

THE  MALE  ANIMAL  (Charlton  Heston)  by  Pamela  Morgan  57 

I'M  WONDERING  ABOUT  LOVE  ..by  Pier  Angeli  58 

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MIKE  CONNOLLY'S  HOLLYWOOD  REPORT   12 

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SWEET  AND  HOT   by  Leonard  Feather  23 

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9-  Is  it  true  that  Marilyn  Monroe 
wears  nothing  underneath? 

—J.  Y.,  Sea  Girth,  N.  J. 

A.  Most  of  the  time  it's  true. 

Q.  Who  is  the  newest  man  in  Joan 
Crawford's  life?  Can't  she  find  a  hus- 
band? — R.  E.,  Urbana,  III. 

A.  Director  Nick  Ray;  husbands  in 
Hollywood  are  difficult  to  find. 

Q.  What  is  the  relationship  between 
Howard  Keel  and  Lisa  Farraday? 

— H.  Y.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

A.  They  are  warm  friends. 


9.  I've  been  told  that  Mickey  Rooney 
is  crazy  about  tall  girls.  Is  this  true? 
If  so,  why?    — W.  R.,  Baltimore,  Md. 

A.  It's  true — tall  girls  serve  him  as  a 
psychological  compensation  for  his  own 
small  height. 

9.  Can  you  tell  me  how  many  times 
the  novel,  "Les  Miserables,"  has  been 
made  into  a  movie? 

— 0.  H.,  Holland,  Mich. 

A.  Seven  times. 

9.  Were  Lana  Turner  and  Betty  Grable 
born  blondes  or  brunettes? 

— D.'  G.,  DeSoto,  Miss. 


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9-  Is  there  anything  to  the  romance  be- 
tween Kirk  Douglas  and  Pier  Angeli? 

— E.  R.,  Memphis,  Tenn. 

A.  It's  a  publicity  stunt.- 

9.  Whatever  happened  to  Margaret 
O'Brien?       — D.  E.,  Hyde  Park,  III. 

A.  She's  in  Japan  making  a  film. 

9.  Ginger  Rogers  had  a  third  husband 
named  Jack  Briggs,  much  younger  than 
Ginger.  Is  he  still  in  pictures? 

— S.  K,  Elkhart,  Ind. 

A.  He  works  as  a  liquor  salesman  in  a 
Hollywood  supermarket. 

9.  I  read  in  another  magazine  that 
John  Wayne  is  a  Catholic.  Is  that 
true?  — B.  B.,  Ely,  Nev. 

A.  No. 

9.  How  many  times  has  Dick  fowell 
been  married,  and  how  many  wives  and 
children  does  he  support? 

— C.  D.,  Little  Rock,  Ark. 


A.  Brunettes. 

9-  Is  Jeff  Chandler  really  half-Indian? 
He  certainly  looks  it.  Was  he  born  on 
the  Cherokee  Reservation? 

— C.  H.,  Tulsa,  Okla. 

A.  Chandler  is  all  white,  comes  from 
Brooklyn. 

9.  Didn't  Anne  Baxter  quit  20th 
Century-Fox  because  Marilyn  Monroe 
was  given  the  lead  in  Gentlemen  Pre- 
fer Blondes?  — K.  V.,  Paris,  Ky. 

A.  That  was  a  contributory  cause. 

9.  Does  Dale  Robertson  dislike  being 
interviewed  by  newspaperwomen? 

— S.  Y.,  Billings,  Mont. 

A.  He  just  doesn't  like  to  be  inter- 
viewed. 

9.  Would  you  say  that  Cary  Grant  is 
a  millionaire? 

— V.  V.,  Bristol,  England 

A.  Yes. 


A.  Powell  has  been  married  three  times, 
pays  alimony  to  two  ex-wives,  supports 
four  children  and  his  present  wife  June 
Allyson. 

9.  I  understand  that  the  Mario  Lanzas 
recently  bought  Frank  Sinatra's  old 
house.  How  much  did  they  pay  for  it? 

— G.  H.,  Hoboken,  N.  J. 

A.  The  deal  fell  through;  the  Lanzas 
have  rented  another  house. 


9.  I've  been  told  that  Bob  Hope  isn't 
liked  very  much  by  his  gag-writers.  Is 
that  on  the  level? 

— A.  S.,  Dallas,  Tex. 

A.  No  comic  is  a  hero  to  the  men  who 
prepare  his  material. 

Q.  Why  won't  Jane  Russell  pose  for 
pictures  with  her  adopted  children? 

— H.  F.,  Van  Nuys,  Cal. 
(Continued  on  page  26) 


DIRECTED  BY  SCREENPLAY  BY 


-  KING  VIDOR  •  SILVIA  RICHARDS 

J  Story  by  ARTHUR  FITZ-RICHARD  •  Released  by  20th  Century-Fon 

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IS  GINGER  ROGERS  READY  TO  NOD  "I  DO"  TO  HER  JACQUES?  .  . 


LOUELLA  PARSONS 


So  many  things  happened  at  Marion  Davies' 
fabulous  party  that  all  things  seem  to 
date  from  that  night. 

Lana  Turner  and  Fernando  Lamas  had  the 
big  battle  which  ended  their  romance  that 
evening.  There  have  been  varying  stories 
given  out  as  to  the  reason  for  the  fight,  but  I 
happen  to  know  that  Lana  said  to  Lex  Barker, 
"Why  don't  you  ask  me  to  dance?"  He  danced 
with  her  not  once  but  twice.  Fernando  cut  in 
on  them  the  second  time  round,  and  told  Lana 
everything  was  over. 

This  soiree,  which  has  probably  never  been 
equalled  in  Hollywood,  or  in  many  other  places 
for  that  matter,  was  the  first  affair  Marion  has 
given  since  she  became  Mrs.  Horace  Brown. 
There  were  500  guests  invited  but  closer  to  a 
1,000  came.  Cars  were  driven  right  into  a 
cellophane  tent,  which  covered  a  great  section 
of  garden  and  a  fish  pond,  so  there  was  no 
way  of  checking  who  were  the  invited  guests 
and  who  weren't.  Champagne  flowed  as  if  it 
were  a  nickel  a  bottle.  The  party  is  said  to 
have  cost  $25,000  but  it  wouldn't  surprise  me 
if  it  actually  came  to  double  that  amount. 

Wherever  you  looked  there  were  bars,  gar- 
denia and  orchid  trees,  ten  feet  tall  and  in  full 
bloom,  and  orchid  corsages  for  each  feminine 
guest.  On  the  vast  buffet  tables,  there  was 
every  kind  of  food.  Three  rooms  in  the  house 
were  turned  into  reproductions  of  New  York 
nightclubs — the  "Stork,"  "21"  and  "El  Mo- 
rocco." Three  orchestras  played  continually. 
To  try  to  enumerate  the  guests  is  impossible, 
but  you  can  take  it  from  me  that  everyone 
who  was  invited  accepted  and  many  brought 
along  a  couple  of  friends. 

The  most  resplendent  of  the  jewels  worn 
were  those  adorning  the  Queen  Mother  of 
Egypt.  Her  necklace  is  one  of  the  most  costly 
in  the  world,  out-Hoping  the  Hope  diamond. 

I  almost  forgot  to  say  the  guests  of  honor 
were  Marilyn  and  Johnnie  "Cry"  Ray,  the 
newly  weds.  Charles  Morrison,  the  poppa-in- 
law,  and  owner  of  the  Mocambo,  planned  the 
party  and  believe  me,  he  spared  no  expense. 

Ava  Gardner,  who  has  become  very  friendly 
with  Lana  Turner,  was  much  in  evidence, 
though  she  came  unescorted.  That  was  be- 
fore Ava  had  her  battle  with  Frankie,  which 
was  to  end  in  a  temporary  reconciliation.  In 
one  of  the  "nightclubs"  Red  Skelton  put  on 
what  amounted  to  a  one-man  show.  In  another, 
Johnnie  Ray  sang,  of  course — and,  as  dawn 
came,  it  was  really  out  of  this  world,  seeing 
the  newcomers  like  Debbie  Reynolds  and  Piper 
Laurie  staring  fascinated  at  the  old-timers  like 
Joe  E.  Brown — and  vice  versa. 

(Continued  on  next  page) 


Into  the  trunk  goes  Janet  Leigh  with  an  assist  from  Tony  Curtis.  This  was  just 
prior  to  going  into  their  magic  act  at  a  Hollywood  charity  party.  Since  Tony 
made  Houdini,  he's  in  constant  demand  to  make  magic  everywhere  he  goes. 


Bandleader  Spike  Jones  threw  a  party  for  expectant  fathers  Geary  Steffen  and 
Michael  Wilding.  Spike,  with  his  wife  Helen,  felt  that  the  girls — Jane  Powell  and 
Liz  Taylor — were  getting  too  much  attention,  so  they  "baby  showered"  the  boys. 


THE  NEW  ANNIE  BAXTER'S  NOT  WHAT  SHE  USED  TO  BE! 


GOOD  NEWS 


Debra  Paget  got  into  the  act  at  the  annual  Masquers 
Ball  held  at  the  RKO  Pantages  Theater  in  Hollywood. 
She  came  as  a  typical  showgirl  to  the  extravagonzo. 


Recently  Marion  Davies  gave  a  party  for  some  neighbors,  the  Rays.  It  cost 
$25,000,  all  of  Hollywood  was  there,  and  .  .  .  wonder  of  all  wonders  .  .  .  Marion 
and  hubby  (left)  found  time  to  greet  guests  of  honor  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Johnnie  Ray. 


Rita  Hayworth  and  an  unidentified  escort  had  a  gay  old 
time  in  a  restaurant  on  the  Champs-Elysees  in  Paris.  Rita 
refused  to  give  the  gentleman's  name.  A  new  romance? 


Judy  Garland  and  Van  Johnson  met  Fred  Brisson  at  supper  at  the  Marion  Davies 
party.  Judy,  Sid  Luft  and  Van  were  among  the  500  invited  guests  (almost  1,000 
showed  up).    Gardenia  and  orchid  trees,  ten  feet  tall,  made  a  background. 


Rhonda  Fleming  was  fascinated  by  the  tiny  little  orchid 
all  the  lady  guests  received  at  a  recent  Hollywood  party. 
Rhonda  attended  with  her  husband,  Dr.  Lew  Morrell. 


Fernando  actually  wasn't  closing  his  eyes  to  what  went  on  around  him  at  the  Marion 
Davies  party.  Shortly  after  this,  Lana  asked  Lex  Barker  to  dance  with  her  and  Fer- 
nando thought  they  overdid  it.    They  fought,  said  next  day  they  were  through. 


THESE  LANA  AND  LAMAS  PICTURES  ILLUSTRATE  THE 
FAMOUS  MOVIE  FORMULA:  BOY  MEETS  GIRL.  BOY  LOSES 
GIRL.  BOY  GETS  ANOTHER  GIRL.  FOR  THE  COMPLETE 
STORY,  SEE  PAGE  37  FOR  "THE  END  OF  THE  AFFAIR" 


In  my  time  I've  taken  some  diys  at  Shelley- 
Winters,  which  I  felt  she  deserved.  But  I 
must  say  I  have  never  felt  so  sorry  for  any 
girl  in  my  whole  life  as  I  do  for  Shelley  right 
now. 

She  is  madly  in  love  with  Vittorio  Gassman, 
but  he  had  to  return  to  Rome  for  a  six-months' 
previous  engagement  to  play  Hamlet.  Mean- 
while, Shelley's  having  a  very  hard  time.  She's 
had  a  number  of  blood  transfusions.  Her  baby 
won't  be  born  until  March,  and  it  is  imperative 
that  she  have  her  own  American  doctor. 

This  means  Vittorio  can't  be  with  her  when 
the  baby  arrives,  though  the  plan  now  is  to 
send  his  mother  here.  He  is  booked  in  Rome 
to  May. 

Jacques  Bergerac,  who  landed  himself  on 
Leo  the  Lion's  dotted  line  via  Ginger 
Rogers,  was  sued  for  beating  up  a  man  in 
Paris  and  received  a  suspended  sentence. 

"How  about  it?"  someone  at  MGM  asked 
him. 

Jacques,  handsome,  25-year-old  Frenchman, 
said,  "I  had  a  lady  friend  and  when  I  wanted 
to  break  off  our  romance  she  hired  someone 
to  beat  me.  I  got  in  the  first  punch  and  knocked 
out  his  teeth." 

I  must  say  the  young  man  certainly  was 
frank.  Ginger  doesn't  mind  the  girls  in  his 
past  life — she's  got  him  now,  and  I'll  be  sur- 
prised if  they  don't  marry. 

All  Hollywood  was  shocked,  and  I  lost  a 
very  dear  personal  friend,  in  the  sudden 
death  of  lovely  Pom  Lang,  wife  of  Jennings 
Lang,  from  a  heart  attack. 

Pam's  death  was  doubly  tragic  because  she 
and  Jennings,  whom  she  stood  by  so  staunchly 
in  his  time  of  great  trouble,  had  found  new 
happiness  together  and  were  making  wonder- 
ful plans  for  the  future  for  themselves  and 
their  two  small  children.  Jennings,  you  remem- 
ber, was  shot  by  Walter  Wanger  in  a  jealous 


Fernando  immediately  began  squiring  Arlene  Dahl — newly- 
divorced  from  Lex  Barker.  Lana  got  linked  with  bull-fighter 
Louis  Salano,  and  embroiled  in  the  Sinatra-Gardner  mixup. 


By  MARY  MARATHON 

Fans,  if  you're  in  the  mood  to  "get  away  from  it  all,"  I'm  the  gal  who  can  tell 
you  how  to  do  it!  It  doesn't  have  to  cost  you  more  than  the  price  of  a  movie 
theatre  ticket,  a  ticket  that'll  take  you  to  exotic,  mysterious  India  when  you 
see  "Thunder  in  the  East"— and  to  the  lush  and  colorful  banana  country  when 
you  see  "Tropic  Zone." 

*  *  * 

Just  in  time  for  that  January  pick-up,  you'll  be  able  to  magic-carpet-yourself 
via  "Thunder  in  the  East"  to  a  fabulously-decorated  Maharajah's  palace  .  . 
to  the  teeming  market-places  of  Ghandahar  where  evil  and  good  rub  shoulders, 
and  where  the  man  Alan  Ladd  portrays  is  right  at  home,  living  the  kind  of 
exciting  adventures  he  had  in  "Saigon,"  "China"  and  "Calcutta." 

*  *  * 

Ladd's  a  gun-runner  in  "Thunder  in  the  East,"  and  while  he  mixes  with  some 
pretty  rough  characters,  star-wise  he's  in  real  solid  company.  Deborah  Kerr, 
Charles  Boyer  and  Corinne  Calvet  share  top  billing  with  him.  With  two 
irresistible  lovelies  like  Deborah  and  Corinne  in  the  same  picture,  Ladd  doesn't 
stand  a  chance  of  avoiding  romantic  entanglement,  not  that  he'd  want  to. 
But  I'm  going  on  record  to  action-lovers  that  there's  action  in  the  field  of 
romance,  too! 

*  *  * 

The  story  centers  around  Ladd's  efforts  to  sell  a  plane-load  of  guns  and  aramu-, 
nition  to  the  Maharajah  of  Ghandahar,  who  is  momentarily  expecting  attack 
by  outlaw  tribesmen.  Ladd  didn't  figure  on  Charles  Boyer,  who  portrays  the 
Maharajah's  peace  loving  secretary  and  who  insists  the  only  way  to  meet  force 
is  with  love  and  kindness.  Boyer  locks  the  guns  away  and  when  trouble  starts, 
the  small  British  colony  is  really  up  against  it.  There's  a  lot  of  edge-of-the-seat 
excitement  in  "Thunder  in  the  East"  that  typifies  adventure  in  far-away  places, 
and  I  know  it  will  give  you  the  feeling  of  being  right  in  the  middle  of  one  of 
today's  hottest  action  spots. 

*  *      .  * 

For  a  different— and  torrid!—  change  of  scene,  make  a  note  to  catch  "Tropic 
Zone"  where  the  action  (and  there's  plenty  of  it!)  takes  place  on  a  banana 
plantation  in  Puerto  Barrancas.  And  if  the  name  of  that  town  doesn't  sound 
like  a  cruise-stop,  then  I've  been  wasting  my  time  reading  travel-folders. 

*  *  * 

"Tropic  Zone"  is  photographed  in  gorgeous  Technicolor  and  stars  rugged 
Ronald  Reagan,  lovely  red-head  Rhonda  Fleming,  and  fiery  singer-dancer 
Estelita.  It  has  to  do  with  the  struggle  between  the  independent  banana- 
growers  and  the  crooked  shipping  head  who  has  designs  on  Rhonda's  planta- 
tion. Reagan,  involved  with  the  wrong  side,  falls  in  love  with  Rhonda.  Their 
romance  sparks  some  flaming  action  both  between  the  lovers  and  between  the 
rival  banana-growers. 

*  *  * 

Before  long,  I'm  going  to  be  singing  you  the  praises  of  "The  Stars  Are  Singing" 
...  a  music-loaded  Technicolor  dandy  that  brings  you  a  terrific  new  screen  per- 
sonality—none other  than  the  original  "Come-On-A-My-House"  girl,  Rosemary 
Clooney!  The  millions  of  records  she's  sold  are  nothing  compared  with  the  box- 
office  records  that  "gal's  gonna  break!  What  a  singin'  team  Rosemary,  Anna 
Maria  Alberghetti  and  Lauritz  Melchior  make!  But  more  about  that  later. 

*  *  * 
Goodbye  for  now,  fans,  and  happy  movie-going! 


starring 

ALAN  DEBORAH 

LADD*  KERR 

CHARLES  CORINNE 

BOYERCALVET 

Produced  by  Everett  Riskin  .  Directed  by  CHARLES  VIDOR 
Screenplay  by  Jo  Swerling  •  Adaptation  by  George  Tabori 
and  Frederick  Hazlitt  Brennan 
From  the  novel  by  Alan  Moorehead 


Paramount  Presents 


,  the  Stars 

Color  by  TECHNICOLOR 

starring 

ANNA  MARIA  ALBERGHETTI 
LAURITZ  MELCHIOR 
ROSEMARY  CLOONEY 

with  BOB  WILLIAMS  •  TOM  MORTON 
FRED  CLARK  •  JOHN  ARCHER  •  RED  DUS 
Produced  by  Irving  Asher  •  Directed  by  Norman  Taurog 
Screenplay  by  Liam  O'Brien 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  oews 

rage  over  Lang's  supposed  attentions  to  loan 
Bennett.  Ironically,  at  the  time  of  Pam's  death, 
Wanger  had  just  been  released  irom  the  pris- 
on farm  where  he  served  a  four  months'  sen- 
tence for  the  shooting  of  Lang. 

As  a  lesson  in  how  not  to  get  married  Ted 
Briskin,  Betty  Hutton's  ex,  takes  my 
booby  prize.  Ted,  who  has  never  failed  to  tele- 
phone me  ever  since  his  and  Betty's  final 
parting,  to  say  that  he  was  romancing  this  or 
that  glamor  girl,  finally  got  married  again. 

But  I  must  say  I  was  a  little  surprised  when 
he  telephoned  at  four  a.m.  to  say  that  he  and 
Joan  Dixon  had  eloped!  You  see,  it  was  their 
very  first  date.  Joan  arrived  in  Las  Vegas 
without  even  a  coat,-  and  in  a  low-cut,  short- 
sleeved  dress.  They  had  no  luggage,  not  even 
a  toothbrush,  and  I'd  say  that  it  sounds  as  if 
it  followed  a  hilarious  session  in  the  night- 
clubs only  it  so  happens  that  Ted  doesn't 
drink.    Well.  I  hope  they'll  be  happy! 

I just  hated  to  print  the  news  about  the 
Dale  Robertson  separation.  I'd  kept  hearing 
the  news  that  they  were  battling,  but  like 


Frankie  and  Ava,  I  hoped  it  would  blow  over 
What  makes  it  particularly  sad  in  this  case 
is  that  there  is  a  three-month-old  baby  in- 
volved. 

I  like  Dale  very  much  but  I  am  sure  he  is 
a  difficult  boy  to  live  with.  He's  extremely 
moody.  He  seems  to  have  some  kind  of  a 
vague  chip  on  his  shoulder.  He  has  a  pose 
that  he  merely  acts  for  the  money  in  it,  but 
I  don't  believe  anything  of  the  sort.  He 
wouldn't  be  as  good  an  actor  as  he  always 
proves  himself  to  be,  if  that  were  true. 

So  far,  they  are  calling  it  a  "trial  separa- 
tion". I  hope  they  soon  replace  that  for  a 
permanent  get-together. 

WE  don't  get  much  rain  in  Hollywood,  but 
believe  me,  socially  we  do  get  showers 
— and  this  month  the  most  original  one  was 
given  by  Spike  Jones — for  two  expectant  fa- 
thers, Michael  Wilding,  Mr.  .Elizabeth  Taylor 
to  you,  and  Geary  Steffan,  Mr.  Jane  Powell  to 
me. 

My  friend  Spike,  who  is  incapable  of  doing 
anything  that  isn't  hilarious,  served  liquid  re- 
freshments in  nursing  bottles.  All  the  guests 
had  gone  through  the  throes  of  fatherhood,  in- 
cluding Fernando  Lamas,  Stewart  Granger, 
Joseph  Gotten,  Gene  Nelson,  Ricardo  Montal- 


ban,  and  Tony  Martin,  who  sang  lullabies 
that  it  is  wiser  not  to  print.  The  wives,  mean- 
while, went  to  a  movie,  which  I  call  down- 
right sensible  of  them. 

Is  the  marriage  of  Ava  Gardner  and  Frank 
Sinatra  headed  for  the  rocks?  No  one  knows, 
but  as  I  write  this,  the  future  looks  black  in- 
deed. 

Ava  has  tried  very  hard  to  hold  this  mar- 
riage together,  but  their  fights  have  been  in- 
creasing, both  in  number  and  in  bitterness. 
Recently  Frankie  went  to  their  Palm  Springs 
home,  and  Ava  followed  him  there.  Another 
fight  started  when  Frankie  ordered  her  to  take 
her  clothes  and  get  out  and  leave  him  alone, 
and  when  she  didn't  do  it,  he  called  for  the 
police. 

This  isn't  like  Frankie,  and  no  one  can  un- 
derstand what  is  making  him  behave  in  such 
a  way.  Whether  he  is  hurt  that  his  own  ca- 
reer hasn't  kept  pace  with  Ava's,  I  wouldn't 
know;  but  I  am  very  sorry  to  see  these  things 
happen  because  Frankie  really  is  a  likable 
boy. 

I do  wish  that  such  an  intelligent,  well 
brought  up  girl  as  Anne  Baxter  would  stop 
giving  out  her  recent  silly  statements  and 
committing  goofy  acts.  I  can't  believe  that 
parting  company  with  20th  Century-Fox  after 
11  mutually  happy  years  can  be  really  upset- 
ting Anne's  values — but  something  surely  is. 

First,  Anne  goes  about  asking,  "Where  can 
I  get  intelligent  conversation  in  this  town?" 
Then  she  takes  up  smoking  cigars.  She  turned 
herself  into  a  blonde  which  on  her  was  no 
more  becoming  than  it  was  on  Ava  Gardner, 
but  John  Hodiak  quickly  nixed  that. 

I'd  like  to  say  to  Anne  that  in  all  my  years 
of  experience  in  Hollywood  I've  never  known 
any  personality  to  win  by  deliberately  trying 
to  tack  a  "new"  tag  on  herself.  The  "new" 
Veronica  Lake,  with  two  eyes  and  practically 
no  hair,  for  instance,  was  soon  a  forgotten 
Veronica  Lake.  When  a  girl  actually  evolves  | 
into  another  facet  of  personality,  as  Ava  has, 
or  Janie  Wyman,  or  Joan  Crawford,  that's 
something  else  again  and  very  stimulating. 
But  this  comes  from  the  inside  out,  and  has 
nothing  to  do  with  smoking  cigars,  believe 
you  me. 

•Tl  hinking  out  louds  ...  I  expect  Lana 
Turner's  current  romantic  crush  on  Louis 
Salano,  the  handsome  Mexican  bullfighter,  to 
last  just  about  as  long  as  it  takes  to  get  this 
in  print.  ...  It  must  be  hard  on  a  beautiful- 
but-lonely  girl  like  Ursula  Thiess  to  read  the 
stories  about  Robert  Taylor  holding  hands 
with  Barbara  Stanwyck  in  nightclubs,  even 
though  Bob  says,  and  I  believe,  it  was  purely 
platonic.  .  .  I  think  the  cutest  gift  of  the 
month  was  Gordon  MacRae's  to  his  wife. 
Sheila.  Sheila  is  always  late,  so  Gordon  gave 
her  a  magnificent  watch,  on  the  back  of  which  i 
he'd  had  engraved,  "Now,  maybe?"  .  .  .  The 
nicest  pair,  as  far  as  being  grateful  to  their 
public  is  concerned,  are  Tony  Curtis  and  Janet 
Leigh — they'll  do  anything  for  their  fans, 1 
which  is  not  only  kind  of  them  but  plenty 1 
smart.  ...  I  don't  know  why  that  dating  of 
Debbie  Reynolds  and  Bob  Wagner  doesn't  ring 
true  to  me  but  it  doesn't.  .  .  .  It's  provable, 
however,  that  Peggy  Ann  Garner  has  grown 
up  into  a  raving,  tearing  beauty  with  much 
lure,  as  witness  Arthur  Loew,  Jr.,  Pat  Neary 
(Mona  Freeman's  ex)  and  numerous  others 
who  keep  her  telephone  constantly  busy.  .  .  . 
If  I  hear  tomorrow  that  Marilyn  Monroe  and 
Joe  DiMaggio  have  been  married  for  some 


easy  money! 


If  Christmas  shopping  left  you  flatter  than  a  pancake,  here's  a  quick  and  easy  way 
to  start  replenishing  your  bank  account.  All  you  have  to  do  is  read  all  the  stories  in 
this  January  issue  and  fill  out  the  questionnaire  below — carefully.  Then  send  it  to  us 
right  away.  A  crisp,  new  one-dollar  bill  will  go  to  each  of  the  first  100  people  we  hear 
from.  So  get  started.  You  may  be  one  of  the  lucky  winners! 

QUESTIONNAIRE:  Which  stories  and  features  did  you  enjoy  most  in  this  issue? 
WRITE  THE  NUMBERS  I,  2  and  3  AT  THE  FAR  LEFT  of  your  first,  second  and  third 
choices.  Then  let  us  know  what  stars  you'd  like  to  read  about  in  future  issues. 


□  The  Inside  Story 

□  Louella  Parsons'  Good  News 

□  Mike  Connolly's  Hollywood  Report 

□  Take  My  Word  For  It 
by  Ann  Blyth 

O  Too  Young  For  Marriage 
(Dale  Robertson) 

□  Love  Comes  To  Marlon  Brando 

□  So  In  Love  (Rita  Hayworth) 

□  His  Kind  Of  Man  (Robert  Mitchum) 

□  Honolulu  Loony  (Jerry  Lewis) 

□  The  End  Of  The  Affair  (Lana  Turner) 

□  Daddy  Is  A  Character  (John  Derek) 

□  Red  Hot  Mama  (Jeanne  Crain) 

□  He  Wuz  Mobbed  (Gene  Nelson) 

□  Living  With  Lucy  (Lucille  Ball) 

□  No  Tears  For  Mitzi  (Mitzi  Gaynor) 

□  The  Christmas  They  Couldn't  See 
(Esther  Williams) 

□  Coop  Rebuilds  His  Life  (Gary  Cooper) 

□  Heartbreak  Ahead  (Ava  Gardner) 

□  Twenty-Four  Days  Of  Davis 
(Bette  Davis) 

Q  The  Male  Animal  (Charlton  Heston) 

□  I'm  Wondering  About  Love 
(Pier  Angeli) 

□  Movie  Reviews  by  Jon  Kilbourn 


Which  of  the  stories  did  you  like  least? 


What  3  MALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues?  List  them  I, 
2,  3,  in  order  of  preference. 


What  FEMALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues? 


What  MALE  star  do  you  like  least? 
Whot  FEMALE  star  do  you  like  least? 

My  name  is  s.  

My  address  is  

City   Zone .... 

State   I  am  ....  yrs.  old 

ADDRESS  TO:  POLL  DEPT.,  MODERN 
SCREEN.  BOX  125.  MURRAY  HILL 
STATION.    NEW    YORK    16,    N.  Y. 


"Ah 


orse 


remo 


deled 


our 


home! 


"There  isn't  a  more  generous 
husband  on  earth  than 
Michael  O'Shea,"  Virginia 
Mayo  explains.  "But  he  gave 
more  than  he  realized  when 
he  presented  me  with  my  first 
horse.  Now  we  practically 
make  our  home  in  the  stables ! 


"Keeping  the  stables  spic  and  span 
is  my  job,  too.  That's  another  reason 
I'm  so  grateful  for  Jergens  Lotion  — 
it  soothes  my  hands  so  fast.  Try 
this  and  see  why:  Smooth  one  hand 
with  quickly  absorbed  Jergens  .  .  . 


"It's  fun  —  but  hard  work.  Grooming  —  cleaning  saddles  and  bridles  —  is  harder  on  my 
hands  than  a  complete  housecleaning.  But  Jergens  Lotion  soon  softens  them  again. 


"Apply  any  ordinary  lotion  or 
cream  to  the  other.  Then  wet 
them.  Water  won't  'bead'  on 
the  hand  smoothed  with  Jer- 
gens as  it  will  with  oily  cares. 


"Come  evening,  my  hands  are 
smooth  for  close-ups  with 
Mike."  No  wonder  Jergens  is 
used  by  more  women  than  any 
other  hand  care  in  the  world! 


Jergens  Lotion  is  effective  — 
it  doesn't  just  coat  the  skin. 
Jergens  penetrates  the  upper 
layer  and  gives  it  softening 
moisture.  10$  to  $1,  plus  tax.' 


Remember  JERGENS  LOTION . . .  because  you  care  for  your  hands! 


II 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 


time  I  won't  be  surprised  enough  to  lift  even 
one  eyebrow.  .  .  .  I'm  getting  bored  with  Steve 
Cochran's  always  losing  his  parrot,  and  I  think 
Gary  Merrill  has  reached  the  utter  end  in  his 
"distinctive"  dressing,  which  in  his  case  means 
the  beachcomber  act  of  non-shaving,  non- 
pressing  and  usually  no  shoes.  ...  If  I  were 
Betty  Grable,  I'd  worry  over  Debra  Paget 
being  such  a  musical  comedy  cutie  in  Stars 
And  Stripes  Forever  and  I'd  throw  a  horse 
blanket  over  her,  and  then  over  Marilyn  Mon- 
roe in  Gentlemen  Prefer  Blondes  and  sprint 
toward  a  hit. 

The  letter  box :  To  Barbara  Frisina  of  Bur- 
bank,  California:  I'd  be  delighted  to  write 
about  Gloria  Swanson  whenever,  there  is  any 
news  of  her.  Unfortunately  there  isn't  at 
the  moment,  either  in  her  career  or  her  per- 
sonal life.  If  I  write  more  about  Lana  Turner 
and  Liz  Taylor  it  is  because  both  these  beau- 
ties manage  to  be  continually  exciting  and 
provocative. 

To  Masao  Manabe  of  Osaka,  Japan:  I'm  de- 
lighted to  get  a  letter  from  a  fan  in  your 
country.  The  address  for  Joan  Evans'  fan  club 
is  c/o  Miss  Joan  Pitts,  president,  308  Mason 
Street,  Newark,  New  York.  John  Derek's  fan 
club  is  c/o  Lyle  Burroughs,  president,  823 
So.  Catalina,  Los  Angeles,  California. 

To  Sharry  Simerl  of  Urbana,  Illinois:  I  cer- 
tainly agree  with  you  that  Gloria  Grahame 
and  Charlton  Heston  are  very  talented.  I 
saw  Gloria  the  other  night,  incidentally,  in 
The  Bad  And  The  Beautiful  and  thought  she 
just  about  stole  the  picture.  As  for  Carlton,  I 
hear  that  when  this  year's  Paramount  films, 
now  planned  for  him,  are  released  he  will 
really  hit  the  top. 

PFC  George  Perkins,  45th  Inf.  Division,  over- 
seas: What  a  nice  boy  you  are,  judging  by 
your  letter.  Write  Jean  Peters  in  care  of  20th 
Century-Fox,  Beverly  Hills,.  California.  Maybe 
your  first  letter  went  astray.  And  write  the 
editor  of  Modern  Screen,  if  you  want  him  to 
run  more  stuff  on  Jean.  I'm  sure  you  have 
more  influence  with  him  than  I  have  because 
all  of  us  want  to  give  young  patriots  like  you 
everything  we  possibly  can. 

Cpl.  Mel  Kampmann,  somewhere  in  Korea: 
I'm  glad  to  pass  along  the  word  to  the  other 
boys  in  service,  as  you  reguest,  to  let  them 
know  that  Doris  Day  does  really  answer  her 
fan  mail  and  photographic  requests.  Hurrah 
for  Doris,  and  hurrah  for  you,  too. 

To  Don  Cooper  and  your  two  pals! .  I  can 
see  that  you  gentlemen  prefer  Ava  Gardner 
blonde  or  otherwise,  and  I  must  say  I  don't 
blame  you.  And  if  you  promise  not  to  tell 
on  me,  I'll  confess  that  I  prefer  comedies,  too. 

To  Mary  Burton,  Franklinville,  New  York: 
Mary,  are  you  sure  that  maybe  you're  not 
just  a  little  jealous  of  Marilyn  Monroe?  I'll 
admit  that  sometimes  Marilyn  does  err  a  lit- 
tle as  regards  conservative  good  taste — but 
I  can't  regard  that  as  a  major  crime,  particu- 
larly when  weighed  against  Marilyn's  per- 
sonal warmth  and  generosity. 

Joann  Collins,  Fredonia,  New  York:  Joann, 
I  hate  to  tell  you  you  are  not  alone  in  climb- 
ing on  the  Tab  Hunter  bandwagon.  In  all  my 
years,  I've  seldom  seen  any  boy  zoom  up 
faster  than  this  young  chap  after  one  single 
picture.  Tab  is  six-feet-one,  blond,  with 
hazel  eyes,  and  he  is  not  only  unmarried  but 
heart  whole  and  fancy  free. 

Well,  that's  all  for  now.  See-  you  next 
month. 


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ODDS  BODKINS: 

Everybody  has  given  up  on  Ava  and  Frankie  Sinatra.  Whether  they'll  stay 
together  or 'not  is  the  big  question,  of  course— but  how  CAN  they  when  she  is 
spending  18  months  in  Europe.  She  will  make  three  pictures  over  there,  the 
first  being  Mogambo  with  Clark  Gable.  ...  Did  you  know  that  before  Ava  ac- 
cepted that  flashy  role  opposite  Gregory  Peck  in  Snows  Of  Kilimanjaro  it  was 
turned  down  by  Hedy  Lamarr?  .  .  .  And  that  Susan  Hayward 
wouldn't  have  played. the  part  of  the  other  woman  opposite  Peck 
if  she  had  known  Ava  would  be  in  the  picture?  It's  the  truth, 
and  20th  accomplished  it  by  shooting  Ava's  sequences  after 
they  had  Susie's  in  the  can!  .  .  .  The  one  gal  I  see  at  EVERY 
Hollywood  party:  Jeanne  Crain.  .  .  .  This  makes  Ty  Power 
sound  a  trifle  on  the  conceited  side  but  it's  a  fact  nonetheless: 
he  and  his  Linda  tossed  a  party  to  unveil  some  murals  painted 
by  Karin  and  Ernst  van  Leyden  depicting  the  life  of  Ty!  .  .  . 
Betty  Hutton  got  -a  lot  of  attention  from  the  British  press  because 
of  the  gigantic  pearl-and-emerald  choker  she  wore  upon  her 

arrival  there.  But  when  she  told  reporters  it  was  fake,  they  accused 
her  of  bad  taste. 

WHO'S  MAD  AT  WHOM: 

It  sounds  like  something  right  out  of  an  old-fashioned  melo- 
drama but  I'm  convinced  Dale  and  Jackie  Robertson  wouldn't 
have  had  THEIR  bust-up  if  Jackie  had  borne  Dale  a  son  instead 
of  a  daughter!  He  had  his  heart  set  on  a  son— in  fact,  he'd  had 
the  nursery  painted  blue.  .  .  .  Outside  of  kidding  about  who  gets 
custody  of  the  Robertsons'  police  dog  (Dale's  very  attached  to 
\ Lanza  n;s  pet!),  everybody  in  Hollywood  was  doing  the  raised  eye- 

brows routine  over  the  way  Dale  went  crying  to  John  Carroll. 
As  a  matter  of  fact,  he  stayed  with  John  for  a  few  days.  .  .  . 
All  of  which  was  merely  a  repetition  of  what  happened  when 
Mario  Lanza  left  his  Betty.  Mario  stayed  with  John  too.  .  .  . 
And  the  bitter  punchline  to  the  whole  story  is  that  John  is  in  no 
position  to  give  advice  to  EITHER  Dale  or  Mario,  since  his 
own  marriage  to  MGM  talent  coach  Lucille  Ryman  is  another 
one  of  those  on-again-off-again  things! 
A  big  studio  executive  is  responsible  for  the  broken  engagement 

of  Mitzi  Gaynor  and  Dick  Coyle  Shelley  Winters  will  be 

mighty  mad  at  Sir  Stork  if  he  arrives  before  her  husband  gets 

back  from  Rome.  ...  It  happened  at  the  "Out  Of  This  World" 
baseball  game.  Harry  James,  Betty  Grable's  present  spouse,  had 
some  kind  of  an  argument  with  Jackie  Coogan,  Betty's  ex-spouse, 
and  yelled,  "Look,  Coogan,  if  you're  not  careful  I'll  give  you  back 
your  old  lady !"  .  .  .  Peggy  Rutledge,  Liz  Taylor's  secretary,  and 
the  butler  Mike  Wilding  brought  from  London  didn't  get 
along.  So  at  press  time  it  looked  like  Mike  would  have  to 
let  the  butler  go.  .  .  .  Walter  Wanger  couldn't  attend  the 
Los  Angeles  opening  of  Joan  Bennett's  play,  Bell,  Book  And 
Candle,  but  another  of  Joan's  ex-husbands— Gene  Markey— 
showed  up ! 

HOLLYWOOD  HEARTBEATS: 

Joanne  Dru  has  a  new  deal  with  the  barber  at  20th.  He  gives  her  a  wholesale 
price  for  haircuts  for  her  (and  John  Ireland's!)  five  kids  if  she  brings  them  all 
in  at  the  same  time.  Crooner  Eddie  Fisher  got  back  (Continued  on  page  14) 


Gaynor 


HE  RAVISHED  THE  PIRATE  PORT  OF  MADAGASCAR 
TO  STEAL  THE  LOVE  OF  ITS  CORSAIR  QUEEN! 


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lrom  adventure's 
golden  age  comes  its 
most  exciting  tale! 


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ERROL  FLYNN 
MAUREEN  OHARA 


COLOR  BY 


with 


ANTHONY  QUINN 

ALICE  KELLEY*  MILDRED  NATWICK 

Directed  by  GEORGE  SHERMAN  •  Screenplay  by  AENEAS  MacKENZIE  and  JOSEPH  HOFFMAN  •  Produced  by  HOWARD  CHRISTIE 


Hollywood 

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from  his  Korean  Army  duty  with  two  ribbons 
and  a  battle  star.  Remember  when  Eddie  used 
to  date  Marilyn  Morrison,  who  married  John- 
nie Ray  while  Eddie  was  away?  Doris 
Day  acted  as  stand-in  for  her  stand-in!  The 
gal,  one  of  Doris'  best  friends,  is  expecting  a 
baby.  .  .  .  Mala  Powers,  who  has  been  very 
ill,  is  expected  back  before  the  cameras  and 
completely  recovered  by  the  time  you  read  this. 

Despite  parental  objections,  Carol  Lee  Ladd 
and  Bill  Evans,  son  of  the  Rev.  Louis  Evans 
(Bill's  brother  Lou  married  Colleen  Town- 
send)   are  planning  on  getting  married.  Sue 
Ladd  fears  that  Bill's  ministerial  background 
and  Carol  Lee's  show  business  background  are 
definitely  NOT  hand-in-glove.  And  Sue'll  be 
sore  at  me  for  saying  this  but  it's  gospel !  . 
Alan,  by  the  way,  was  prostrated  for  three 
days  in  England  by  the  news  that  Jezebel,  his 
favorite  dog,  had  died  of  poisoning.   .  .  . 
Ursula  Thiess  went  to  Ciro's  by  her  lonesome 
one  Wednesday  night  and  sat  in  the  same 
booth  occupied  the  previous  night  by  the  once- 
married  Barbara  Stanwyck  and  Bob  Taylor. 
'Twas  Bob's  first  night  away  from  Ursula,  his 
new  amour.  .  .  .  Idle  thought:  Debbie  Rey- 
nolds talks  too  much  in  movie  houses.  .  .  . 
And  somebody  should  tell  Debra  Paget  that 
9:30  a.m.  is  MUCH  too  early  to  go  strolling 
in  Beverly  Hills  in  a  taffeta  cocktail  dress 
cut  down  to  HERE,  a  mink  stole— and  bare- 
foot! 

QUICK  QUOTES: 

Jimmy  Stewart  walked  up  to  Ray  Milland 
after   a   screening   of    The    Thief  and  said, 
"Ray,  if  I  could  only  act  like 
you!"  ...  I  told  Shirley 
Booth  she  deserves  an  Oscar 
for  her  acting  in  Come  Back, 
Little  Sheba.  She  replied,  "It 
was  such  a  pleasant  experi- 
ence working  in  California, 
it  would  only  seem  like  gild- 
ing the  lily  to  have  an  Oscar 
for  it"  .  .  .  Olivia  deHavil- 
land  asked  Cobina  Wright 
how    she   thought  Olivia's 
starring  role  in  My  Cousin  Rachel  ought  to  be 
played.  Cobina  replied,  "Play  it  like  the  kind  of 
woman  we  all  know,  dearest  Olivia— the  kind 
who  can  attend  the  same  party  with  her  lover 
without  another  soul  there  knowing  that  they 
ARE   lovers!"    .    .    .    Rock   Hudson  writes 
from  England,  where  he's  reported  feuding 
with  his  Toilers  Of  The  Sea  co-star,  Yvonne 
De  Carlo:   "As  yet  I  haven't  found  a  girl 
who  is  attractive  enough  to  make  me  lose  my 
head." 

FUNNIES: 

Eavesdropped  in  Schwab's:  "I  refuse  to  be- 
lieve that  dollar  bills  carry  germs.  A  germ 
couldn't  live  on  a  dollar  today!"  .  .  .  Scott 
Brady  says  he  knows  a 
tobacco  outfit  that  wants  to 
sponsor  Bishop  Fulton 
Sheen's  television  show  and 
advertise  a  cigarette  called 
Holy  Smoke!  .  .  .  Oddest 
sight  of  the  month:  Mac- 
donald  Carey  standing  in 
horrified  silence  while  the 
priest  baptized  his  fourth 
child  —  using  the  wrong 
14  name!  .  .  .  David  Selznick  Brady 


Stewart 


buries  his  head  in  a  pillow  and  mumbles  into 
it  while  interviewing  secretarial  applicants.  The 
gal  who  hears  him  best  gets  the  job.  .  .  . 
James  Wong  Howe,  the  ace  cameraman,  was 
getting  ready  to  shoot  Tallulah  Bankhead  in 
her  first  movie  in  years,  Main  Street  To  Broad- 
way. Tittered  Tallulah,  "Throw  away  that 
gauze  you  were  going  to  shoot  me  through, 
James — the  only  way  you  can  cover  up  MY 
wrinkles  is  by  shooting  me  through  linoleum!" 

Rocky  Cooper  went  to  the  Marion  Davies 
party  for  Johnnie  and  Marilyn  Ray  with  Gary 
but  almost  wound  up  solo  when  Dusty  Miller 
caught  Coop's  ear  while  he  was  en  route  to  the 
washroom  .  .  .  Chata  Wayne  stagged  to  the 
same  party  with  Patricia  Vanderbilt,  who  the 
very  next  day  sued  Cornelius  Vanderbilt  for. 
divorce  .  . Some  sideline  observers  think  that 
the  thing  that  broke  up  Barbara  Stanwyck  and 
Ralph  Meeker  was  the  news  leak  that  Ralph 
is  only  29,  compared  to  Babs'  ???...  Before 
Rita  Hayworth  left  for  Paris  she  promised 
Aly  Kahn  she  would  try  to  guide  her  life,  not 
his.  Rita  knew  all  along  she  could  never  con- 
trol the  latter  .  .  .  Dorothy  Arnold  DiMaggio, 
Joe's  ex-wife,  had  some  photos  taken  by  Tom 
Kelley,  the  photog  who  shot  that  famous 
calendar  photo  of  Marilyn  Monroe! 

SEX  APPEAL: 

Jane  Wyman  displayed  the  prettiest  legs 
in  town  at  the  Masquers  Revels,  a  benefit  for 
the  Motion  Picture  Country  Home  and  Hos- 
pital. Janie  danced  and  sang  the  part  of  a  bur- 
lesque cutie  .  .  .  When  will 
glamorous  movie  stars  learn 
that  glamorous  movie  stars 
don't  sit  at  drugstore  coun- 
ters in  Hollywood  eating 
tuna  fish  sandwiches  —  and 
•I'm  not  naming  names !  .  .  . 
Lex  Barker  is  happier  mak- 
ing Westerns  than  he  is  in 
the  Tarzan  pictures,  because 
in  the  Westerns  he  doesn't 
have  to  shave  his  chest.  .  .  . 
And  leave  it  to  Lex,  Dale  Robertson  and  Tab 
Hunter  to  cop  all  the  beefcake  honors  posing 
in  abbreviated  swimsuits  poolside  at  the 
opening  of  the  new  Sahara  Hotel  in  Las 
Vegas. 

Greer  Garson  on  the  always  interesting 
subject  of  Marilyn  Monroe:  "Marilyn  is  a 
very  smart  girl.  Of  course,  she  doesn't  like  to 
wear  clothes— but  neither  do  I!  The  big  dif- 
ference, I  guess,  is  that  I  like  to  conform"  .  . . 
A  fan  offered  Virginia  Mayo  a  new  car.  A 
press  agent  asked  Virginia,  "Would  you  take 
it  from  a  stranger?"  And  Virginia  answered, 
"Anybody  who  offers  me  a  car  automatically 
becomes  an  old  friend!"  .  .  .  Groucho  Marx 
asked  his  five-year-old  Melinda,  "What  do 
you  do  at  school?"  And  Melinda  replied,  "We 
paint  and  go  to  the  little  girls'  room." 


LONG  HUNCH  DEP'T: 

Hollywood's  topmost  glamor  gals  have  been 
put  on -the  defensive — and  will  continue  that 
way,  believe  me  ! — by  Mari- 
lyn Monroe,  the  likes  of 
whose  publicity  hasn't  been 
seen  in  this  town  for  many  a 
year.  Among  those  who  are 
going  all-out  for  sexy  pub- 
licity buildups,  as  a  result, 
and  de-emphasizing  their 
home  ties  are  Greer  Garson, 
Jeanne  Crain,  Anne  Baxter, 
Sally  Forrest,  and  Vanessa 
Brown,  .  .  .  Why,  do  you 


Monroe 


know  the  first  gal  Tallulah  Bankhead,  an  old 
pal  of  mine,  asked  to  meet  when  she  arrived 
here  from  the  East?  Marilyn!  .  .  .  Vera- 
Ellen  knit  a  sweater  for  Dean  Miller  but  this 
is  one  romance  that'll  never  knit!  In  fact,  I 
have  a  feeling  Vera  will  never  wed  as  long 
as  her  mother  is  with  her. 

In  preparation  for  her  marriage  to  Dick 
Egan,  watch  for  Ann  Sothern  to  embrace  the 
Catholic  faith.  Her  daughter  Patricia  has  also 
been  taking  instructions.  .  .  .  Janet  Leigh  has 
been  studying  Christian  Science.  .  .  .  And  a 
number  of  writers  at  Paramount  have  been 
attending  services  at  Jane  Russell's  mother's 
chapel  in  the  Valley.  .  .  .  Don't  let  anybody 
tell  you  it  doesn't  pay  to  be  good  in  this 
town.  Ann  Blyth  has  held  onto  stardom  with- 
out one  hint  of  scandal.  .  .  .  John  Agar,  bound 
and  determined  he'll  be  a  singer  in  addition 
to   acting,   is  studying  vocalizing.   His  first 
professional  song  stint  was  a  duet  on  "Don't 
Fence  Me  In"  for  an  airshow  with  Doris  Day. 
.  .  .  Mercedes  McCambridge,  who  lost  her 
baby,  told  me  she  has  turned  down  one  film 
role  after  another — "because  my  agents  keep 
offering  me  scripts  in  which  I  would  play 
'Sadie  Burke,'  the  same  character  in  All  The 
King's  Men  for  which  I  won  an  Oscar.  I  don't 
want  to  play  'Sadie'  any  more,  even  under  a 
different  name !  Aren't  there  ANY  other  parts, 
preferably  sympathetic,  that  I  could  play?" 
Well,  aren't  there? 

FINANCIAL  PAGE: 

Irene  Dunne  and  Loretta  Young  are  putting 
$250,000  into  a  new  clubhouse  and  other 
improvements  for  their  jointly  owned  Ojai 
Valley  Inn.  .  .  .  Dennis  Day 
uses  his  own  name,  Dennis 
McNulty,  when  making 
business  deals  outside  his 
own  singing  and  acting  pro- 
fession. He  says  it  prevents 
his  being  bilked  by  sales- 
people and  others  who  al- 
ways hike  the  prices  when 
they  know  they're  dealing 
with  a  movie  star.  .  .  .  Louis 
Hayward  has  gone  into  mil- 
linery as  a  sideline.  He's  now  a  partner  of 
Kenneth  Hopkins,  the  hat  designer.  .  .  .  John 
Wayne  paid  Chata  $1,000  a  month  pending 
the  divorce,  which  makes  her  claim  that  she 
has  to  do  her  own  housework  seem  rather 
silly.  .  .  .  Incidentally,  Wayne  paid  his  first 
wife,  Josephine,  the  princely  sum,  of  $60,000 
alimony  last  year. 

While  making  a  personal  appearance  in 
connection  with  the  opening  of  The  Lusty 
Men  in  Oklahoma  City,  Marilyn  Maxwell 
opened  the  Gideon  Bible  in  her  hotel  room 
and  found  four  $2CTbills.  This  sounds  like  a 
press  agent  gag  but  it's  true,  Marilyn  swears! 

Tab  Hunter,  who  got  $250  a  week  (before 
taxes)  from  David  Rose  for  co-starring  with 
Linda  Darnell  in  Island  Of  Desire,  is  now 
dragging  down  $1,300  a  week  for  new  picture 
assignments  .  .  .  Randy  Scott  gets  $10,000  a 
week  when  he  works  on  his  two-pictures-a- 
year  contract  for  Warners. . .  .  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor 
enrolled  her  daughter,  Francesca  Hilton,  in  Mrs. 
James  Mason's  nursery  school — but  Zsa  Zsa 
and  Mrs.  Mason,  as  you  probably  know,  are 
not  exactly  devoted  to  each  other !  .  .  .  Ginger 
Rogers  was  lurking  in  the  shadows  of  the  Los 
Angeles  airport  when  Jacques  Bergerac  ar- 
rived here  from  Paris.  Peter  Shaw,  Ginger's 
agent,  met  Jacques  as  he  got  off  the  plane 
and  brought  him  to  Ginger's  royal  presence 
Dick  Powell  and  June  Allyson  bought  55 
acres,  including  a  lake,  in  Mandeville  Canyon 


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picture  of  the  month 


"Doc"  (Burt  Lancaster)  and  Lola  (Shirley  Booth)  mar- 
ried out  of  necessity.  It  has  ruined  his  career  and  her 
personal  pride.  They  try,  however,  to  make  the  best  of  it. 


MOVIE 
R  EVI EWS 

by  Jonathan  kilbourn 


"Doc,"  witnessing  a  scene  between  Marie,  the  Delaneys' 
boarder  (Terry  Moore),  and  the  University  "He-Man" 
(Richard  Jaeckel),  once  more  loses  his  faith  in  youth. 


Lola  suspects  "Doc"  has  fallen  off  the  wagon,  but 
pathetically  carries  on  the  dinner  she  had  painstakingly 
arranged    for    Marie    and    her    hometown  boyfriend. 


Returning  violently  drunk,  "Doc"  goes  berserk.  His  Alco- 
holics Anonymous  co-workers  arrive  just  in  time  to  save 
Lola's  life.  They  both  resolve  once  more  to  try-to  reform. 


COME  BACK,  LITTLE  SHEBA 

Midway  in  her  performance  as  Lola  Delaney,  slovenly,  prattling 
wife  of  an  aging  chiropractor.  Shirley  Booth  trudges  ouf  on  the 
front  porch  of  the  decayed  Victorian  house  in  which  they  live  and 
calls  plaintively,  as  is  her  habit,  for  her  missing  dog  Sheba.  The 
symbolism  of  the  title  thus  becomes  apparent;  it  mirrors  the  pic- 
ture's tragic  theme.  This  is  the  story  of  everyone  who  evokes  the  • 
nostalgic  past  and  all  that  it  might  have  offered;  who  refuses  to 
face  and  accept  an  unpleasant  present  and  all  that  the  future  may 
bring.    Specifically  it  is  the  story  of  "Doc"  Delaney.  a  onetime 
medical  student  who  is  a  failure,  and  of  Lola,  who  is  a  failure  as 
his  wife.    A  reformed  drunkard  and  a  member  of  Alcoholics  Anon- 
ymous. "Doc"  married  her  years  before  out  of  sheer  necessity;  this 
forced  him  to  give  up  his  schooling,  and  under  his  well-bred  re- 
straint he  has  never  forgiven  or  forgotten.   Nor  can  Lola  forget  she 
was  once  the  most  popular  girl  at  the  prom.    Her  dreams  of  a  life- 
time romance  having  faded,  she  has  taken  refuge  in  memories  as 
"Doc"  once  took  refuge  in  drink.    Then,  suddenly,  the  Delaneys 
are  shocked  out  of  their  longtime  compromise  with  their  fate.  They 
take  in  a  college  girl  as  boarder,  and  she  appears  to  be  making 
all  their  own  mistakes.    "Fast"  but  healthily  modem  in  a  sense 
foreign  to  the  cloistered  older  couple,  she  is  able  to  take  care  of 
herself.    "Doc,"  however,  mistakes  her  actions  and  her  motives, 
and  turmoil  comes  to  the  Delaney  household  again.    The  ending  is 
different  from  the  stage  play's,  and  so  is  the  emphasis,  but  both 
versions  are  equally  believable.   Burt  Lancaster  may  be  too  young 
for  the  part  of  "Doc,"  but  he  manages  to  bluff  it  out  without  the 
benefit  of  inordinate  make-up.    The  girl  and  her  boy  friend  are 
honestly  played  by  Terry  Moore  and  Richard  Jaeckel;  Daniel 
Mann's  direction  is.  if  anything,  even  more  tellingly  detailed  than 
it  was  in  the  original.    But  it  is  William  Inge's  script  and  Shirley 
Booth's  playing  of  it  that  matter  most,  and  both  seem  to  benefit  by 
the  increased  importance  of  her  part,  for  Lola,  indeed,  is  the  crux 
of  the  whole  problem.    Come  Back,  Liftie  Sheba.  like  its  subject,  is 
painfully  real.  No  light  night's  entertainment,  it  offers  what  in  the 
long  run  is  likely  to  prove  far  more  satisfactory:,  a  moving,  brooding 
view  of  one  of  man's  basic  predicaments  and  in  Miss  Booth's  per- 
formance a  portrait  that  few  will  ever  forget.— Paramount 


BECAUSE  OF  YOU 

An  old-fashioned  tear-jerker,  slickly  scripted 
and  slickly  played.  Because  Of  You  is  about 
an  innocent  young  dance-hall  girl  who  goes 
to  the  big  house  because  her  boy  friend 
dealt  in  dope.  He  never  got  around  to  telling 
her,  it  seems,  what  the  white  stuff  was  used 
for.  Prison  clears  her  mind,  educates  her  and 
sends  her  on  a  high  mission  as  a  nurse.  In 
a  hospital   she  meets  a   wealthy  but  un- 
healthy airman  (Jeff  Chandler),  so  tenuous- 
ly adjusted  to  the  world  that  he  can't  be  told 
about  her  prison  past.  With  a  stiff  upper  lip 
she  keeps  her  silence  and  marries  him.  They 
have  a  baby  daughter.  And  then  her  former 
fiance  comes  back  to  haunt  her  and  the  truth 
comes  out.  Her  husband  has  the  marriage 
annulled  and  takes  custody  of  the  little  girl. 
Years  pass,  and  she  can  stand  the  separation 
no  longer.  Masguerading  as  "Miss  Marvel, 
the  Magic  Lady,"  she  takes  a  job  as  govern- 
ess in  her  husband's  home  while  he  is  abroad. 
It's  a  lucky  thing,  too,  for  her  child  is  show- 
ing alarming  symptoms   of   lack  of  mother 
love.  Naturally,  the  inevitable  confrontation 
scene  occurs  when  the  father  unexpectedly 
returns.  This  sort  of  thing  used  to  be  called 
a  woman's  picture.  There  appears  to  be  no 
reason  in  this  emancipated   age   why  any 
woman  would  accept  its  illogical  premises 
and  falsely  emotional  plot  any  more  readily 
than  would  a  man. 

Cast:   Loretta    Young,    Jeff   Chandler,  Alex 
Nicol. — Universal. 

WAY  OF  A  GAUCHO 

Made  entirely  in  Argentina,  this  film  about 
the  gauchos, -or  cowboys,  of  the  last  century 
captures  the  full  flavor  of  the  colorful  pampas 
country,  the  Argentinian  plains.  More  par- 
ticularly, it  catches  the  untamed  spirit  of  the 
hard-riding  horsemen  whose  lean  herds  of 
cattle  made  the  unfenced  stretches  of  green 
pampas  grass  their  free  domain.  As  Martin, 
gaucho  among  gauchos,  Rory  Calhoun  per- 
sonifies these  people — proud,  passionate,  rec- 
ognizing no  law  but  their  own.  Martin  kills 
a  man  who  has  insulted  his  patron.  By 
gaucho  custom,  this  is  a  fair  fight  and  an 
honorable  one,  but  under  new  laws  formu- 
lated by  city  folk  he  is  arrested  and  sentenced 
to  service   with  the  militia.   This  fans  his 
resentment  against  the  remorseless  march  of 
civilization  that  means  roads  and  railways, 
cultivation  and  fences  and  an  end  to  the 
gauchos   ways.   Bred   in   the  undisciplined 
democracy  of  the  pampas  lands,  Martin  finds 
Army  rules  and  regulations  more  than  he  can 
take.  He  deserts  and  wins  leadership  of  other 
outlaws  who  have  taken  refuge  in  the  hills 
behind   the   plains.   Behind  him  he  leaves 
Teresa   (Gene  Tierney),  a  wealthy  young 
woman  whom  he  once  saved  from  Indian 
raiders  and  whom  he  has  learned,  in  spite 
of  the   difference  in  their  backgrounds,  to 
love  deeply.  The  rest  of  the  film  tells  a  double 
story,  of  the  gaucho's  fight  with  the  authori- 
ties and  of  Martin's  desperate  attempts  to 
make  Teresa  his  wife.  The  separate  strands  of 
narrative  are  tied  effectively  to  the  scenario's 
main   theme:    the   age-old   struggle   of  the 
past  against  giving  way  to  the  present.  And 
although  one's  sympathy  is  directed  to  Mar- 
tin and  his  kind,  even  they  recognize  that 
the  battle  is  a  hopeless  one.  This  gives  the 
story  of  high  adventure  a  tragic  overtone  that 
makes  it  more  than  just  an  historical  "West- 
ern," south-of-the-eguator  style. 
Cast:  Rory  Calhoun.  Gene  Tierney,  Richard 
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THE  PRISONER  OF  ZENDA 

In  the  critical  terms  of  the  trade,  the  ques- 
tion,  "How  was   the   production?"   is  likely 
to  mean  how  much  did  it  cost  and  how  was 
the  money  spent.  In  this  case  the  answer  is 
very  much  and  very  well.  For  .the  story  of 
The  Prisoner  Of  Zenda  is  a  pretty  timeworn 
tale,  and  it's  a  wonder  anyone  thought  of 
remaking  it.  It's  a  greater  wonder  that  they 
remade  it  so  successfully.  Fast-moving  and 
full  of  Technicolor  fantasies,  it  feasts  the 
eye  with  fabulous  swordplay  and  the  ear 
with  verbal  riposfe,  so  that  a  story  so  es- 
sentially old-fashioned  suddenly  doesn't  seem 
quite  so  silly  any  more.  The  Prisoner  Of  Zenda 
is  about  the  visit  of  a  late   19th  century 
Englishman    (Stewart    Granger)    to   one  of 
those  mythical  middle  European  nations,  just 
before  a  new  king  is  crowned;  how  the  king- 
to-be   (Granger  again)   is   incapacitated  at 
the  last  moment  and  the  proper  Britisher, 
who  happens  to  be  his  double,  is  persuaded 
to  take  over  for  the  coronation  ceremony. 
Naturally    the    hero    falls    headlong    into  a 
romance  with  his  look-alike  fiancee  (Debo- 
rah Kerr)  and  there  is  as  much  heart-bleed- 
ing as  blood-letting  in  the  film  thereafter.  Not 
unexpectedly,  there  are  a  number  of  villains 
on   the   scene;   the   worst  of   these  (James 
Mason)  has  the  gift  of  charming  blather,  and 
in  his  relaxedly  wormwood  mood  he  is  al- 
lowed to  comment  on  the  action  and  set  an 
arched-eyebrow  pace  for  the  production.  The 
Prisoner  Of  Zenda  is  not  to  be  taken  too  seri- 
ously, but  not  to  be  entirely  discounted  either. 
For  everyone  concerned  it's  something  of  a 
lark. 

Casf:  Stewart  Granger,  Deborah  Kerr,  ]ames 
Mason,  Robert  Douglas,  Jane  Greer. — MGM. 

PLYMOUTH  ADVENTURE 

Plymouth  Adventure  concerns  the  first  little 
band  of  settlers  who  crossed  the  Atlantic  on 
the    Mayflower    seeking    freedom    to  work, 
think  and  pray  in  their  own  individual  fash- 
ion. From  any  point  of  view  a  film  like  this 
is  an  enormous  undertaking.  It  is  basic  his- 
tory, deeply  rooted  in  the  American  mind  and 
emotion.  These,  after  all.  were  the  "founding 
fathers."  It  is  also  an  epic  tale  of  heroism 
and  hardship  so  complex  in  what  led  up  to 
it  and  so  complicated  in  what  came  out  of 
it  that  perhaps  the  subject  is  too  wide  even 
for  the  length  of  an  extended  feature  film. 
Wisely,  therefore,  the  story  has  been  held 
to  the  actual  sea  voyage.  Some  of  the  scenes 
of  ocean  storm  are  among  the  most  vivid 
ever  made,  dramatic  in  their  picturization  of 
wind,  wave  and  battered  vessel,  of  starving, 
thirsty   humans    crowded   like   cattle  below 
deck  on  a  wooden  ship.  These  mass  effects 
make  for  moving  moments,  and  these  por- 
tions of  the  picture  come  alive.  Less  can  be 
said  for  the  love  story  that  rears  its  ugly, 
all-too-expected  head.  Evidently  feeling  their 
picture  needed  a  personal  focus,  the  script- 
writers have  created  in  skipper  Christopher 
Jones  a  gaunt  and  guilt-ridden  man  who  hates 
all  passengers  until  his  sight  falls  on  Mrs. 
William  Bradford,  wife  of  a  Puritan  leader. 
Played  by  Spencer  Tracy  and  Gene  Tierney 
with  all  the  dignity  they  can  muster,  these 
characters  never  are  quite  realized.  And 
so,  after  all,  the  film  as  a  whole  lacks  the 
focus  that  is  supplied  fitfully  by  the  fine 
character  performers  (Leo  Genn  and  Barry 
Jones,  in  particular)  and  forcibly,  when  the 
occasion  arises,  by  storm  and  sea. 
Cast:    Spencer    Tracy,    Gene    Tierney.  Leo 
Genn,  Van  Johnson,  Barry  Jones.— MGM. 


SPRINGFIELD  RIFLE 

A    better-than-average    melodrama  about 
a  man  of  action  who  is  also  a  man  of  con- 
science,    Spring/ieJd     Rifle     features  Gary 
Cooper  in  the  type  of  role  you  expect  to  see 
him  in.  It's  a  part  that  fits  him  like  the  green 
buckskin  jacket  he  wears  through  much  of 
the  film,  and  he  plays  it  with  his  usual  moody 
sensitivity,  and  the  scriptwriters  have  given 
him  plenty  to  do.  In  this  case  it's  a  double  job: 
setting  up  the  U.  S.  Army's  first  counter- 
espionage outfit,  and  trying  out  the  Spring- 
field,  first   weapon   in   the   esteem   of  the 
cavalryman  and  footsoldier  for  so  long.  The 
story  is  set  in  a  Midwestern  fort,  held  by 
the  Union  forces,  in  the  middle  of  the  Civil 
War.  Cooper  is  Major  Lex  Kearny,  unit  com- 
mander making  a  daring  and  final  try  to  bring 
a  much-needed  column  of  horses  and  pack 
mules  over  snowbound  and  rocky  country 
to  the  fort,  so  that  the  North  can  mount  a 
spring  offensive.  Everybody  knows  that  spies 
are    forewarning    Southern    sympathizers  of 
such  trips,  but  when  Kearny  spots  a  raiding 
crew,  figures  himself  outnumbered  and  tries 
to  escape  with  his  men  unscathed,  he  is 
cashiered  from  the  Army  for  his  pains.  The 
rest  of  the  movie  tells  of  his  efforts  to  re- 
habilitate his  fortunes  with  his  country  and 
his  wife  (Phyllis  Thaxter),  who  doesn't  un- 
derstand because  she  can't  be  told.  The  way 
the   scriptwriters  manage   it,   it's  pretty  ex- 
citing stuff,  with  Kearny  becoming  a  secret 
agent   so   he   can   discover   who   the  spies 
really  are.  In  this  average-length  movie,  he 
has  time  to  find  out,  for  there  are  none  of 
the  fancy  furbelows  of  side-plots  that  mar 
and  interrupt  so  many  otherwise  intelligent 
melodramas.  And  perhaps  because  there  are 
no  side-plots  to  dissipate  interest,  Spring/ieid 
flifle  holds  that  interest  to  the  end. 
Casf:    Gary    Cooper,   Phyllis    Thaxter,  Paul 
Kelly,  Philip  Carey.— Warners. 

THE  IRON  MISTRESS 

The  "iron  mistress"  of  the  title  turns  out 
to  be  nothing  more  than  a  bowie  knife.  But 
if  some  may  be  misled  by  the  variety  of 
excitement  the  movie  has  to  offer,  excitement 
it  provides  a-plenty.  For  this  is  the  violent 
history  of  James  Bowie  (Alan  Ladd),  the 
knife's  inventor.  The  year  is   1825.  Young 
Bowie,  a  backwoodsman  from  the  Louisiana 
bayou  country,  wins  a  hard-fought  fight  with 
his  two  brothers  by  a  well-aimed  blow  with 
a  blade.  This  is  just  fraternal  roughhouse,  it 
becomes  clear,  with  the  prize  a  much  sought- 
for  trip  to  New  Orleans  to  sell  some  lumber 
from  the  family  saw-mill.  When  Bowie  gets 
to  the  city  his  knife-work  takes  on  a  far  more 
serious  complexion.  His  business  duties  fade 
before    the   vision  of   a   hard-bitten  beauty 
named    Judalon    (Virginia   Mayo),    and  he' 
fights  a  duel  over  her — first  in  a  long  and 
complicated  series  of  fights  and  feuds  he  is 
due  to  engage  in.  Judalon  is  the  direct  or 
indirect  cause  of  them  all,  and  she  turns  out 
not  to  be  worth  all  the  trouble.  This  is  the 
stuff  that  spectacles  are  made  of — a  romantic 
mixture  of  fact  and  fiction,  full  of  the  clash 
of  steel  on  glinting  steel,  of  colorful  Creole 
costumes,    fraught    with    death,    flight  anc 
destruction.  It  is  not,  however,  the  stuff  the 
acting  feeds  on.  Ladd  &  Co.  are  kept  so  bus) 
dashing  about  the  rapidly  changing  scener 
that  they  have  little  time  to  act  as  more  tha; 
puppets.  There's  hardly  a  dull  moment  an 
hardly  a  logical,  believable  one. 
Casf:   Alan   Ladd,   Virginia  Mayo,  Dougla 
Dick,  Alt  Kjellin.   Phyllis  Kirk. — Warners. 


THE  STOOGE 

If  The  Stooge  is  seldom  as  hilarious  as 
the  funnier  portions  of  some  past  Martin- 
Lewis  pictures,  taken  as  a  whole  it  is  a  far 
more  enjoyable  film.  Slapstick  humor  can  be 
pretty  stultifying,  once  all  the  practical  varia- 
tions of  pratfalls  are  played.  The  Stooge  has 
more  to  offer:  an  endearing  characterization. 
In  this  case  Jerry  Lewis,  whose  comic  ability 
has  long  been  obvious  and  sometimes  too 
evident,  has  been  persuaded  to  tone  his 
performance  down  so  that  all  can  see  there 
is  a  human  side  to  the  talented  young  man. 
The  little  demon  has  turned  into  an  artful 
and  often  touching  urchin — an  ungainly,  not 
too  intelligent  but  not  unattractive  boy  with 
a  very  good  heart  and  an  unholy  ability  to 
get  himself  into  impossible  situations.  The 
situation  in  this  case  consists  of  acting  as 
a  stooge  to  a  performer  (effectively  played  by 
Dean  Martin)  whose  ego  is  larger  than  his 
job  as  singer  in  oldtime  vaudeville  houses. 
Naturally,  Jerry  takes  over  the  act.  Although 
allowed  no  billing  and  paid  but  a  pittance, 
he  makes  it  a  smashing  success.  The  plot 
pits  the  self-conscious  pride  of  the  sophisti- 
cated song-and-dance  man  against  the  innate 
modesty  of  his  simple  second  man.  Bumbling 
and  fumbling  through  his  adolescence  on 
"the  road,"  Jerry  becomes  a  man  (he  meets 
a  girl  named  Frecklehead)  and,  admiring 
Martin's  kind  and  beautiful  wife  (Polly  Ber- 
gen), tries  to  make  a  man  of  his  partner. 
The  Stooge  holds  hope  that  Lewis  may  yet 
develop  into  a  topnotch  comic  actor. 
Cast:  Jerry  Lewis,  Dean  Martin,  Polly  Bergen, 
Marion  Marshall — Paramount. 

THE  STEEL  TRAP 

The  only  question  anent  The  Steel  Trap  is 
the  one  about  why  nobody  ever  made  a 
picture  on  the  subject  before.  Make  no  mistake 
about  it,  this  is  a  beautifully  conceived  and 
executed  suspense  film;  in  fact,  a  natural. 
There  is  a  lot  of  virtue — and  a  lot  of  suspense 
—in  sheer  simplicity.  The  trap  of  the  title  is 
a  big  bank  vault.  Joseph  Cotten,  as  a  junior 
executive  at  the  Los  Angeles  City  Bank,  has 
worked  in  and  around  it  for  11  years.  And 
yet  it  is  all  in  one  moment  that  temptation 
comes  and  makes  him  forget  everything  that 
has  seemed  important  to  him  before :  his  stand- 
ing as  an  up-and-coming  businessman  in  the 
community,  as  a  husband  to  his  lovely  wife 
(Teresa  Wright)  and  as  a  proud  father.  He 
sees  his  chance  and  he  takes  it;  he  begins  to 
make  plans  to  steal  $1,000,000.  First  Cotten 
has  to  decide  how  to  get  away  with  the  loot; 
he  learns  there  are  no  extradition  agreements 
between  the  U.  S.  and  Brazil.  Then  there  is 
the  problem  of  passports;  visas  are  hurried  for 
no  man.  This  leads  to  the  first  of  a  thousand 
frightening  delays.  But  by  now  he  has  the 
money;  it  is  a  week-end,  and  the  embezzle- 
ment won't  be  discovered  until  the  bank  re- 
opens on  Monday.  As  the  hours  pass  and  Sat- 
urday slips  into  Sunday,  the  suspense  grows 
greater,  gradually  reaching  such  steel-tautness 
as  to  be  almost  unbearable.  Will  the  ab- 
sconding banker  get  away  with  his  crime 
and  if  he  does  will  he  ever  sleep  soundly 
again?  Cotten  and  Miss  Wright  make  the 
couple  they  play  as  real  as  the  couple  next 
door.  This  is  a  portrait  of  a  man  on  the  lam, 
not  a  picture  about  how  he  got  that  way.  But 
within  its  smaller  sphere  it  carries  the  agony 
of  real  pity,  captured  in  the  man's  loneliness, 
the  wife's  despair,  the  shocked  suspicion  of 
outsiders. 

Cast:    Joseph    Cotten,    Teresa    Wright— 20th 
Century-Fox. 


Something  wonderful  happens 

when  you  see 
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Something  wonderful  happens 
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as  we  know  it ...  a  multi-million  dollar 
Technicolor  musical  that's  all  song  and 
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Yes,  something  wonderful  hap- 
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modern  screen  in  the  news 


Even  in  Hollywood, 

it's  a  shock  when  a  couple 

with  a  three-month-old  baby 

break  up.  The  Dale  Robertsons, 

back  together  again, 

are  trying  hard  to  prove 

they're  not  .  .  . 


too  young  for  marriage 


BY  RICHARD  DEXTER 


A  week  before  their  separation,  Dale  and  Jackie  attended  the  gala  Hotel 
Sahara  opening  in  Las  Vegas.  No  one  noticed  anything  wrong  between  them. 
The  suddenness  d F  the  split  came  as  a  surprise  to  most  of  the  mov.e  mdustry. 


■  Suddenly  one  day,  after  a  little  more 
than  a  year  of  marriage,  and  three  months 
after  the  birth  of  his  baby  daughter,  Ro- 
chelle,  Dale  Robertson  got  up  from  his 
favorite  chair  in  his  Reseda  home  and 
calmly  announced  to  his  wife,  Jackie,  that 
he  had  come  to  the  conclusion  their  mar- 
riage had  been  a  mistake.  Then  he  slipped 
on  a  jacket  and  walked  out  of  the  house. 

This  report  is  being  written  a  week  af- 
ter that  happened,  and  this  writer  has 
just  finished  talking  to  Mrs.  Robertson  on 
the  telephone.  Right  now,  tonight,  Dale  is 
back   home— and    the   daily  newspapers 
tomorrow  will  carry  the  stories  of  the 
reconciliation.  But  it  really  isn't  a  recon- 
ciliation, because  this  is  the  way  my  con- 
versation with  Mrs.  Robertson  ended: 
"Then  Dale  is  back  home,"  I  said. 
"Temporarily,"  said  Jackie  Robertson. 
"What  does  that  mean?"  I  asked. 
"Well,"  she  said,  "Dale  is  home  now  and 
we  are  trying  to  talk  things  out." 

"Then  may  I  tell  the  readers  of  Mod- 
ern Screen  that  you  are  back  together 
again  temporarily?" 

"Yes,  you  can,"  said  Jackie.  "That's  the 
way  it  is  right  now — and  neither  one  of 
us  knows  if  it  will  be  any  more  than  that 
later." 

This  was  pretty  honest  talk  for  Holly- 
wood, very  unusual,  indeed.  Although  she 
has  been  reported  to  be  seriously  broken 
up  by  the  separation,  Jackie  Robertson  is 
facing  the  facts  and  will  not  kid  herself 
or  anyone  else.  She  is  by  no  means  casual 
about  the  matter,  either.  She  feels  deeply 
that  somewhere  she  or  her  husband  failed, 
and  she  will  not  make  light  of  the  situa- 
tion by  denying  that  it  is  a  tragedy,  nor 
will  she  cover  her  sorrow  with  a  mas- 
querade of  lies. 

According  to  their  friends,  the  people 
who  have  known  (Continued  on  page  21) 


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them  longest  in  Hollywood,  the  handwrit- 
ing has  been  on  the  wall  for  sometime.  The 
decision  to  separate  was  no  sudden  whim. 
Although  there  have  never  been  any  vio- 
lent quarrels  in  the  family,  there  has  been, 
for  a  long  time,  a  coolness  that  their  friends 
felt  could  only  result  in  the  smash  of  the 
marriage. 

However,  no  marriage,  particularly  one 
between  two  such  young  and  earnest  peo- 
ple, should  be  written  off  as  a  simple  mis- 
take. There  must  always  be  reasons  why. 
small  reasons  maybe,  but  reasons  that 
when  piled  together  make  a  huge  smother- 
ing complaint.  We  decided  to  talk  to  their 
friends  and  try  to  find  out  just  what  did 
happen;  what  came  before  the  casual 
walk-out. 

No  person  who  knows  them  can  deny 
that  Dale  Robertson  was  sure  he  was  in 
love  when  he  married  Jackie.  And  her 
closest  girl  chums  will  tell  you  that  Jackie 
was  ecstatically  happy  on  her  wedding 
day— and  believed  with  all  her  heart  that 
she  would  remain  Mrs.  Dale  Robertson  for 
the  rest  of  her  days.  It  was  a  fine  wed- 
ding, with  about  50  guests  present.  It  was 
held  at  the  home  of  Jackie's  parents,  high 
in  the  Hollywood  hills  overlooking  the 
city.  Everyone  was  very  pleased  about  the 
match,  particularly  Jackie's  parents,  who 
were  proud  that  their  daughter  had 
snagged  such  a  handsome,  successful  young 
man.  No,  despite  the  fact  that  it  was  a 
sudden  marriage— and  that  Dale  proposed 
the  first  night  he  dated  Jackie,  there  was 
no  reason  to  hope  for  anything  but  the  best 
on  the  day  that  Jackie  and  Dale  got  mar- 
ried. 

One  of  the  first  things  a  person  must 
look  for  in  inspecting  the  remains  of  a 
broken  marriage  is  for  evidences  of  diver- 
sified interests.  Well,  in  the  case  of  Dale 
and  Jackie,  their  major  interest  is  horses— 
and  it  is  a  passion  with  both  of  them.  And 


I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

One  late  after- 
noon during  World 
War  II I  was  mak- 
ing a  hurried  trip 
to  town  in  a  not- 
too-c  lean  one- 
and-a-half  ton 
"G.I."  truck  from 
Walla  Walla  Army 
Air  Base  where  I 
was  a  chauffeur. 
Riding  with  me 
was  a  sergeant  who  was  in  charge  of 
the  supplies  I  was  to  pick  up  in 
town. 

As  we  were  leaving  the  base,  we 
saw  a  corporal  standing  waiting  for 
a  bus  to  town. 

"Shall  we  give  him  a  ride?"  I  asked. 

"It's  O.K.  with  me,  but  he  rides  in 
the  back!"  growled  the  sarge. 

We  pulled  up  and  I  yelled.  "Want  a 
ride,  corporal?"  The  soldier  grinned 
and  climbed  nimbly  into  the  back 
where  he  had  to  stand  during  the 
noisy  windy  ride  to  town.  Once  there 
he  jumped  out,  said,  "Thanks  a  lot," 
and  gave  me  what  is  now  a  very 
famous  smile. 

I  have  often  wondered  what  Alan 
Ladd  thought  of  that  wild  ride. 

Mrs.  Elaine  Denton 
Everett,  Washington 

it  was  not  something  one  taught  the  other. 
Jackie  was  a  fine  horsewoman  long  before 
she  ever  met  Dale,  and  would  rather  spend 
the  day  m  a  riding  ring  that  anyplace 
else  m  the  world. 

Another  thing  to  look  for  is  another 
man— or  another  woman.  There  is  neither 
in  this  case.    Dale  frankly  admits  he  is  a 


flirt,  that  he  likes  to  wink  at  the  "fillies," 
but,  as  one  woman  he  knows  puts  it:  "He's 
a  million  miles  away  from  you  after  that 
wink.  I  don't  think  he  could  ever  concen- 
trate on  another  woman  long  enough  to 
get  himself  in  trouble."  In  the  case  of 
Jackie,  she  has  been  too  busy  starting  a 
home  and  having  a  baby  to  even  look  at 
another  man.    No,  there  is  no  triangle. 

'T'he  trouble,  then,  must  lie  deeper  and 
-1-  we  think  that  the  entire  matter  can  be 
summed  up  in  what  Dale  is  reported  to 
have  said  to  Jackie  when  he  left.  "I'm  not 
ready  for  marriage  and  raising  a  family 
yet,"  he  is  said  to  have  told  her  just  be- 
fore he  left  the  house.  And  he  is  probably 
right. 

One  close  friend  of  the  Robertsons  freely 
suggests  that  the  fact  that  their  baby 
turned  out  to  be  a  girl  had  something  to  do 
with  it.  This,  of  course,  is  nonsense,  but 
it  can  not  be  denied  that  the  fact  the  child 
wasn't  a  boy  did  have  an  effect  on  Dale's 
happiness.  He  was  so  sure  his  wife  was 
going  to  give  him  a  son  that  he  bought  the 
kid  a  wardrobe  long  before  the  date  of  the 
blessed  event.  A  real  western  wardrobe, 
which  he  could  wear  when  he  was  a  couple 
of  years  old.  And  to  cinch  the  fact  that 
this  just  wasn't  a  gag,  he  even  bought  a 
pony.  Dale  loves  his  daughter,  but  he  is 
no  doubt  still  bearing  the  scars  of  dis- 
appointment at  not  having  been  presented 
with  a  son. 

Another  friend  suggested  that  Dale  was 
beginning  to  believe  the  publicity  he  read 
about  himself  in  the  papers.  Well,  he 
would  hardly  be  human  if  he  didn't  get  a 
bit  of  a  swelled  head  from  what  he  reads 
about  himself.  In  little  more  than  a  year 
he  has  zoomed  from  practically  anonymity 
to  stardom— and  has  become  the  number- 
one  boy  in  the  fan  mail  sweepstakes  at  his 
studio.    And  the  critics  have  been  kind  to 


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him,  calling  him  such  nice  things  as  an- 
other Gable.  It  would  have  to  be  a  pretty 
stodgy  type  of  guy  that  wouldn't  change 
just  a  little  bit  after  that,  particularly,  as 
Dale  did,  if  a  man  had  spent  several  years 
bucking  adversity  to  reach  his  goal. 

We  have  heard  it  said  often  that  he  had 
gone  high  hat— no  longer  talked  to  people 
on  the  lot  who  were  once  his  pals.  Well, 
they  say  that  about  every  new  star  at  one 
time  or  another.  The  point  to  remember 
is  that  when  he  was  a  nobody  no  one  would 
have  noticed  if  he  hadn't  spoken  or  re- 
turned a  greeting.  They  do  when  a  man 
becomes  a  star— and  the  root  of  most  accu- 
sations of  this  sort  generally  is  in  the 
accuser's  mind. 

We  would  say,  after  a  careful  analysis 
of  the  matter,  that  the  reasons  for  the  sepa- 
ration lie  somewhere  in  the  middle  of  these 
facts  and  suppositions.  There  is  some 
truth  in  all  of  the  charges,  but  in  no  one 
of  them  enough  power  to  break  up  a  mar- 
riage.  And  there  are  other  things. 

For  instance,  outside  interests.  For  more 
than  a  year  Dale  has  had  a  baseball  club, 
composed  of  friends  at  the  studio  and  in 
his  neighborhood.  The  team  plays  on  a 
diamond  in  the  San  Fernando  Valley  at 
least  three  times  a  week,  at  night.  For  the 
first  few  months  after  they  were  married 
Jackie  attended  all  the  games.  But  later 
on,  as  the  weather  grew  cooler,  she  began 
to  stay  home  once  in  a  while.  Then,  after 
she  became  pregnant,  she  stopped  going 
altogether.  Well,  that  meant  that  Dale 
was  out  three  nights  a  week  playing  ball— 
and  possibly  another  night  or  two  on  busi- 
ness or  at  one  of  his  other  hobbies,  like 
horses.  Jackie,  then,  was  home  a  good 
deal  alone— and  any  woman,  no  matter 
how  valid  her  husband's  reason,  gets  a  little 
sick  of  that.  Another  contributing  cause, 
we  believe,  is  the  fact  that  Dale  is  so  crazy 
about  golf  that  whenever  he  is  not  work- 
ing, he  will  spend  every  day  chasing  a 
little  white  ball  around  a  course. 

Now  let's  look  at  some  of  Jackie's  prob- 
lems. The  most  important  thing  is  that 
she  has  a  complex  about  Dale  not  liking 
her  cooking.  When  she  was  married,  like 
so  many  other  brides,  she  knew  absolutely 
nothing  about  cooking.  She  couldn't  even 
make  coffee.  But  she  wanted  to  run  her 
own  kitchen,  so  she  decided  to  learn.  Well, 
a  tough  testing  ground  is  a  husbands 
stomach— and  it  may  be  that  Dale  didnt 
feel  he  deserved  this  and  consequently  he 
ate  home  as  little  as  he  could.  One  of 
Jackie's  friends  said  that  she  would  pre- 
pare a  fancy  dinner  and  Dale  would  nibble 
a  bite  or  two  and  then  push  his  plate 
away,  claiming  he  was  full.  And  Jackie 
is  reported  to  have  stormed  once  that  she 
didn't  think  he  was  sneaking  off  with  an- 
other woman— but  she  did  think  he  was 
sneaking  his  meals  someplace,  because  a 
big  guy  like  him  had  to  eat  more  than  Dale 
did  to  stay  alive. 

Another  friend  of  Jackie  told  us  that 
she  thought  Jackie  was  too  young  for  a  suc- 
cessful marriage.  True,  she  was  only  19, 
but  many,  many  girls  marry  at  that  age 
and  it  lasts  a  lifetime.  But  Jackie  was  a 
bit  younger  than  her  years.  She  had  been 
indulged  by  her  parents  to  the  point  that 
many  people  claimed  she  was  spoiled.  She 
had  never  had  to  get  out  and  earn  her 
own  living.  She  modeled  a  little  after 
getting  out  of  school  and  worked  in  one 
picture  at  20th  Century-Fox.  That  was 
all  Maybe  she  was  a  little  inexperienced 
for  the  job  of  coping  with  the  butcher  and 
baker  and  running  a  home. 

Yes,  the  little  things  sometimes  pile  up 
and  smash  a  marriage.  For  instance  there 
was  the  time  a  few  months  ago  that  Jackie 
took  Dale's  favorite  dog,  a  German  shep- 
herd named  Blaze,  to  the  golf  club  across 
from  the  studio  where  Dale  works.  Some- 
how the  animal  got  out  of  the  car  and  was 


hit  by  a  passing  auto  and  killed.  Dale 
was  inconsolable  for  a  long  time — and  they 
say  he  blamed  Jackie  for  the  pet's  death. 

This  writer  had  a  chance  to  observe 
Dale  and  his  wife  together  for  a  few  days 
in  Las  Vegas,  Nevada,  a  week  before  they 
broke  up.  It  was  at  the  opening  of  the 
fabulous  Sahara  Hotel  and  everyone  was 
having  a  gay  time.  At  the  time  we  didnt 
honestly  pay  much  attention,  never  sus- 
pecting, of  course,  that  anything  was 
wrong.  But  now  that  we  look  back  on  it 
everyone  seemed  to  be  having  a  lot  of 
fun  but  Dale  and  Jackie.  Sure  they  sat 
together  at  dinner  and  went  to  the  shows 
together,  but  something  was  lacking.  As 
we  look  back  they  did  not  appear  to  be 
delighted  with  each  other's  company. 

There  is  one  place  in  a  studio  where  all 
the  gossip  is  known,  and  all  the  situa- 
tions cooking  on  the  lot  are  evaluated  and 
conclusions,  more  often  right  than  wrong, 
are  reached.  That  place  is  the  mail  room. 
Here  the  studio  messengers  congregate  and 
cover  the  entire  studio  many  times  a  day 
making  their  rounds  with  letters  and  mes- 
sages. We  checked  a  good  source  in  the 
20th  Century-Fox  mail  room  for  an  opin- 
ion— a  consensus  on  whether  or  not  Dale 
and  Jackie  Robertson  would  work  then- 
problem  out  and  continue  with  their 
marriage. 

The  consensus  was  that  they  would  not. 
This  is  a  pretty  inaccurate  forecast,  we 
hope,  because  it  is  an  unhappy  one.  But 
we  are  inclined  to  go  along  with  it.  We 
have  the  feeling  that  Dale  and  Jackie  right 
now  just  don't  want  to  iron  things  out— 
or  are  not  ready  to  face  the  fact  that  some- 
body is  going  to  have  to  make  some  con- 
cessions— one  or  the  other. 

Whf,n  we  spoke  to  Jackie  she  didn  t 
have  a  hopeful  ring  in  her  voice,  not  at  all 
the  kind  of  ring  you'd  expect  to  hear  from 
a  girl  whose  husband  had  just  come  home 
after  a  parting  that  looked  like  the  end. 
She  admitted  that  they  were  going  to  make 
a  stab  at  it  again,  but  she  seemed  to  have 
little  enthusiasm  for  it— maybe  because 
she  believes  herself  that  it  won  t  work. 

Dale  Robertson  will  be  around  a  long 
time.  He's  got  the  movies  by  the  tail— 
and  he's  hanging  on.  But  he's  not  going 
to  be  a  happy  man  for  a  long  while  if  this 
current  reconciliation  doesn't  take.  Dale 
is  the  kind  of  fellow  who  calls  women 
"Ma'm."  He  takes  just  about  everything 
seriously,  certainly  something  as  big  in  a 
man's  life  as  his  marriage.  Even  if  he 
doesn't  really  know  what  the  matter  is 
now,  he  will  someday— and  then  it  might 
be  too  late.  END 


(Dale  Robertson  will  soon  be  seen  in 
20th  Century-Fox's  Farmer  Takes  A  Wite.) 


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FROM  THE  MOVIES 

BECAUSE  YOU'RE  tMNE-Lee-Ah-Loo ;  You  Do 

Something  To  Me,  by  Morio  La  nza 
(Victor). 

RCA  Victor  just  signed  the  tempera- 
mental tenor  to  a  new  contract  after 
a  big  fight  about  terms.  If  his  lotest 
shenanigans  haven't  cost  "him  too  many 
fans,  these  sides  should  do  very  nicely, 
though  some  of  us  still  can't  share  the 
general  enthusiasm  for  his  vocal  style 
BIG  SKY —  When  I  Dream  by  Bob  Eberly* 
(Capitol). 

EVERYTHING  I  HAVE  IS  YOURS-title  song  by 
Billy  Eckstine*  (MSM);  Roger  Coleman 
( Decca). 

HANS  CHRISTIAN  ANDERSEN— A  n y  where  I 
Wander  by  Fran  Warren  (MSM). 
By  the  time  you  read  this,  MGM  will 
have  some  new  versions  out  of  several 
songs  from  this  picture,  sung  by  Mr.  & 
Mrs.  Frank  Loesser— he's  the  talented 
tunesmith  who  wrote  the  score 

JUMPING  JACKS-/  Know  A  Dream  When 

U«.ivJ^?'!<?  by  Dean  M°rtin*  (Capitol). 

HOLLYWOOD'S  BEST — R  ose  m  a  ry  Clooney  & 
Harry  James**  (Columbia). 
Hollywood's  Best  is  not  the  title  of  a 
movie.  It's  the  name  of  a  new  LP  record 
on  which  Rosemary  Clooney  sings,  and 
Harry  James  and  his  orchestra  play,  eight 
evergreen  songs  that  won  the  annual 
awards  of  the  Academy  of  Motion  Picture 
Arts  and  Sciences.  An  ideal  gift. 
The  Continental  (from  The  Ga\  Di- 
vorcee), 1934. 

Szeeet  Leilani  (from  Waikiki  Weddina] 
1937.  Jl' 

Over  The  Rainbow  (from  The  Wizard 
Of  Os),  1939. 

When  You  Wish  Upon  A  Star  (from 
Finocchio),  1940. 

You'll  Never  Know  (from  Hello,  Frisco 
Hello),  1943.  ' 

It  Might  As  Well  Be  Spring  (from 
State  Fair),  1945. 

On  The  Atchison,  Topeka  &  The  Santa 
Fc  (from  The  Harvey  Girls),  1946. 
In  The  Cool,  Cool,  Cool  Of  The  Eve- 
ning (from  Here  Comes  The  Groom) 
1951.  ' 
Altogether,  these  songs  make  a  delightful 
set  and  offer  some  of  the  best  work  ever 
waxed  by  Rosemary  and  Harry. 

POPULAR 

ALAN  DALE—  Laugh,  Clown,  Laugh**  (Coral) 

ALAN  DEAN — Give  Me  Your  Lips**  (MGM). 
Apologies  to  the  two  Alans.  Last  month 
we  credited  Dean's  Let's  Call  It  A  Dav 
to  Dale.  Incidentally,  Give  Me  Your  Lip's 
is  from  the  new  picture,  April  In  Paris 

RICHARD  HAYES    Forgetting  You*  (Mercury)! 

■bank  SINATRA — The  Birth  Of  The  Blues* 
( Columbia ) . 

«L  TOR  ME — Casually*  (Capitol). 

fflZZ 

IUDDY  DE  FRANCO — King    Of    The  Clarinet 

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GOING  UP?  I'm  awfully  glad  that  the  custom  of 
men  tipping  their  hats  when  a  lady  enters  an  ele- 
vator is  fading  out.  On  a  crowded  elevator  it  was 
hard  to  keep  from  laughing— all  the  men  seemed 
so  awfully  short-armed  as  they  scrooched  their 
heads  down  and  were  just  about  able  to  wiggle 
their  forearms  up. 

I  was  rather  surprised  the  other  day  to  hear  the 
traditional  explanation  of  why  a  man  takes  to  the 
outside  when  walking  with  a  lady— something 
about  the  gutters  being  full  of  mud  in  the  old 
days  and  the  necessity  of  protecting  her  from 
netting  splashed  by  horses  galloping  past.  Piffle! 
From  the  time  I  was  a  little  girl  I  had  my  own 
reason  and  I  still  like  it  better— the  girl  is  on  the 
inside  because  it  is  easier  for  her  to  see  the 
store  windows ! 

Suggested  new  custom  for  riding  an  escalator 
with  a  lady:  the  man  should  not  stand  on  the 
upper  step— it  makes  the  girl  feel  so  awfully  little 
looking  up  to  him.  Let  her  have  it  and  she  can 
feel  like  a  queen  riding  on  a  magic  carpet— if  only 
for  a  minute. 


TIP  TO  HOLLYWOOD  (and  anyone  else  interested)^ 
Save  the  big  parties  for  an  extra  special  occasion. 
People  have  so  much  more  fun  in  small  groups. 
Actually,  even  at  a  big  party,  the  guests  work 
into  small  gatherings  anyway.  How  many  peo- 
ple can  you  really  talk  to  at  a  time  ...  and 
be  actually  warm  with  and  gay?  Not  ten,  I 
bet.  They  would  have  to  be  your  ten  oldest  and 
closest  friends  .  .  .  then  certainly  not  20,  or  SO! 
The  bigger  the  party  the  less  the  intimacy;  the 
less  the  intimacy  the  colder  the  party.  (Besides— if 
you  happen  to  know  a  funny  story  and  tell  it  at  a 
big  affair  there  is  sure  to  be  someone  else  who  has 
heard  it  before.  At  a  small  affair  you  at  least  have 
a  fighting  chance  of  putting  it  over!)  Add  constant 
interruptions  as  new  guests  arrive  and  further  intro- 
ductions have  to  be  made— and  whole  batches  of 
strangers  find  themselves  looking  at  each  other 
with  baffled  eyes! 

Actress  named  Blyth  overheard  talking  to  her- 
self: "Why  don't  you  try  for  pictures  in  which  you 
can  sing  more?  Why  don't  you  try  for  comedies- 
parts  like  the  one  you  had  with  Robert  Mont- 
gomery in  Once  More,  My  Darling?  Why  don't 
you  see  about  doing  a  play  again  .  .  .  and  get 
that  gratifying  feeling  of  really  being  an  actress 
when  you  walk  out  in  front  of  a  new  audience 
every  night?  Why  don't  you  get  married?  Why 
don't  you  ...  oh,  why  don't  you  stop  being  so 
career-minded  and  go  home  and  bake  a  cake  or  take 


a  long  and  languorous  bath  or  set  your  hair 
or  something?" 

Which  reminds  me  of  baths  and  kitchens  and 
things  like  that: 


BATHS  I  LIKE,  but  showers  I  don't.  Yet  when 
I  finally  talk  myself  into  taking  a  shower  I 
feel  wonderful  afterwards.  Of  course,  with  a 
bath  I  not  only  feel  wonderful  afterward,  I  feel 
wonderful  during.  Kitchens — could  it  be  possi- 
ble for  designers  of  kitchens  and  the  things  that 
belong  to  kitchens  to  make  them  look  less  like 
clinics?  All  that  spotless  white  and  chrome — 
you  feel  like  you  are  about  to  operate  rather 
than  cook  a  meal.  It's  a  wonder  someone 
hasn't  yet  written  a  movie  scene  in  a  kitchen 
in  which  the  cook  calls  out  her  orders  like  a 
surgeon:  "Paring  knife!  Mixer!  Spatula! 
Pot!  .  .  ." 

To  me  the  kitchen  is  the  foundation  of  the 
house.  It  should  be  a  friendly,  warm  place, 
maybe  in  reds  and  browns,  with  wood  and 
brick;  a  place  where  the  kettle  sings  and 
there  are  chairs  and  a  table  and  that's  where 
you  want  to  be  .  .  .  not  where  you  go  to 
"perform"  with  food. 

When  I  got  home  from  school  as  a  child  I 
used  to  go  straight  to  the  kitchen  ...  to  sit 
at  the  table  for  a  snack  ...  and  chatter, 
chatter  to  mother  about  the  day's  adventures. 
(Which  reminds  me  of  the  afternoon  when  I 
really  had  an  adventure  to  tell  her  about— the 
traditional  one.  I  was  about  seven  and  this 
man  drove  up  in  a  shiny  black  car  and  asked 
me  if  I  liked  candy  and  said  he  would  drive 
me  to  the  store  and  get  me  some  if  I  got 
in  the  car!)  I  can  still  see  myself  at  the 
table,  with  a  sandwich  in  one  hand  and  a  big 
glass  of  milk  in  the  other,  feeling  so  im- 
portant as  I  told  my  mother  all  about 
this  .  .  .  ! 


I  LEARNED  TO  COOK  EARLY  and  Still  love  to 
cook.  But  do  today's  kitchens  pull  at  little  girls 
like  this  .  .  .  these  scrupulously  white  cham- 
bers where  you  are  disgraced  if  you  happen 
to  drop  something,  or,  perish  forbid,  get  a 
spot  on  anything? 

There  is  a  stage  kitchen  I  will  always  re- 
member ...  the  one  in  the  play,  The  Watch  On 
The  Rhine,  in  which  I  had  the  role  of  Babette 
during  its  Broadway  run.  I  was  13  then,  and 
(Continued  on  page  6°) 


Sandpaper  Hands  feel 


in  10  Seconds ! 


Cashmere  Bouquet 


Absorbs  Like  A  Lotion  . . .  Softens  Like  A  Cream  ! 

Now— in  just  10  seconds!  .  .  ."Sandpaper  Hands"  are  smoothed 
and  softened  to  lovely  "Caressable  Hands"  with  lanolin-enriched 
Cashmere  Bouquet  Hand  Lotion!  Your  thirsty  skin  seems  to 
drink  up  Cashmere  Bouquet— it  dries  without  stickiness, 
leaves  your  hands  so  caressably  smoother,  softer,  younger- 
looking!  And  of  course,  they're  romantically  scented  with 
the  famous  Cashmere  Bouquet  "fragrance  men  love"! 


NEW/  Cashmere  Bouquef- 
RenehType  Non-Smear  Lipstick! 


THE 

INSIDE  STORY 


continued  from  page  4 


A.  Her  studio  has  requested  her  not  to 
publicize  them. 

O.  Can  you  tell  me  if  Esther  Williams 
is  near-sighted  and  has  to  wear  contact 
lenses?  — B.  G.,  Elmira,  N.  Y. 

A.  Yes. 

<?.  How  many  children  does  Rhonda 
Fleming  have?"  Is  she  really  a  Mormon? 

— J.  J.,  Richfield,  Utah 

A.  Rhonda  has  one  son  of  her  own; 
she  is  of  the  Mormon  faith. 

O.  I  understand  that  Bing  Crosby's 
wig  costs  more  than  $500.  How  come  a 
wig  is  so  expensive? 

— D.  Y.,  Santa  Fe,  N.  M. 

A.  Crosby  owns  no  wig,  wears  one  in 
films  bought  ana*  paid  for  by  Para- 
mount Studios;  average  cost  is  $85. 

Q.  Does  Jack  Benny's  daughter  Joan 
plan  to  marrv  Vic  Damone? 

—I.  F.,  Palo  Alto,  Cal. 

A.  No. 

Q.  If  I  recall  correctly  Ava  Gardner 
used  to  date  Fernando  Lamas,  and 
Lana  Turner  used  to  date  Frank  Sin- 
atra. In  view  of  this  how  come  Ava 
and  Lana  are  such  good  friends? 

— B.  Y.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

A.  Misery  loves  company. 

<?.  Does  Lex  Barker  pay  alimony  to  his 
two  ex-wives? 

— G.  U.,  Port  Chester,  N.  Y. 

A.  He  supports  his  children  by  a  pre- 
vious marriage;  Arlene  Dahl,  wife  nibn- 
ber  two,  receives  no  alimony. 

Q.  Are  John  Hodiak  and  Anne  Baxter 
breaking  up  their  marriage? 

 0.  G.,  Portland,  Ore. 

A.  Just  having  career  trouble. 

<?.  Now  that  they've  divorced  whom 
do  Mona  Freeman  and  Pat  Nerney  go 
out  with?      — E.  R.,  Pelham,  N.  Y. 

A.  Pat  dates  Peggy  Ann  Garner;  Mona 
occasionally  sees  Howard  Hughes. 

Q.  Will  Bob  Taylor  marry  Ursula 
Thiess?  Doesn't  she  have  four  children 
bv  a  previous  husband  in  Germany? 

 E.  R.,  Atlanta,  Ga. 

A.  Miss  Thiess  has  two  children  in 
Germany;  Taylor  has  not  as  yet  de- 
clared his  intentions. 

Q  Is  it  all  over  between  Gary  Cooper 
and  Pat  Neal?  Is  that  why  Pat  went 
East?  _n.  G.,  Elkton,  Md. 

A.  Yes  on  both  counts. 

9.  Haven't  Piper  Laurie  and  producer 


Leonard  .Goldstein  been  secretly  mar- 
ried for  eight  months? 

— D.  R.,  Danville,  Va. 

A.  No. 

<?.  Why  does  Olivia  DeHavilland  hire 
a  private  detective  to  watch  her  son 
in  Beverly  Hills?  Has  she  received  a 
ddnap  threat?        — Y.  T.,  York,  Pa. 

A.  Just  a  protective  measure.  There 
have  been  no  kidnap  threats. 

Q.  Who  are  the  most  uncooperative 
ictors  in  Hollywood  as  regards  inter- 
views, also  actresses  ? 

— C.  F.,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 

A.  Actors:  Marlon  Brando,  Mont- 
gomery Clift.  Actresses:  Katharine  Hep- 
burn, Greta  Garbo. 

p.  Who  earns  more  money,  Dinah 
Shore  or  her  husband,  George  Mont- 
gomery ? 

— J.  U.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah 
X.  Dinah. 

?.  Is  it  true  that  Bob  Mitchum's  broth- 
;r  and  Gloria  Grahame's  sister  have 
oeen  married  for  years? 

— V.  T.,  Phoenix,  Ariz. 

A.  Yes. 

?.  Why  can't  Larry  Parks  get  a  job 
n  Hollywood  ? 

— T.  R.,  Des  Moines,  Iowa 

A.  Producers  are  fear  fid  of  hiring  him 
because  of  his  much  discussed,  highly 
Publicized  political  past. 

?.  What  broke  up  the  Fernando  Lamas 
-Lana  Turner  romance? 

— E.  F.,  Chicago,  III. 

\.  At  the  Marion  Davies  party  Lamas 
'■ad  one  drink  too  many,  resented 
vociferously  Lana's  dancing  with  Lex 
barker;  later  had  a  violent  argument 
tiith  the  actress  at  her  home. 

).  What  is  the  status  of  the  Glenn 
"ord — Eleanor  Powell  marriage? 

— B.  D.,  Worcester,  Mass. 

V.  Excellent. 

).  Is  Bette  Davis  finished  in  Holly- 
wood? Does  she  plan  to  remain  in  New 
fork  doing  stage  shows? 

— B.  D.,  Columbus,  Ohio 

\.  After  one  show  in  New  York,  Bette 
Hums  to  Hollywood. 

>.  Did  Jane  Wyman  really  paint  that 
Christmas  Card  with  her  signature  I 
ave  seen  on  sale  ? 

— G.  N.,  Altoona,  Pa. 

i.  She  really  did.  The  original  oil  paint- 
ig  was  a  gift  to  Lew  Ayres  three  years 
?Q. 

>.  Can  you  tell  me  who  are  generally 
^nsidered  the  three  most  beautiful 
ctresses  in  Hollywood? 

— L.  K.,  Belmar,  N.  J. 

i.  Ava  Gardner,  Maureen  O'Hara, 
rlene  DakL 

Will  20th  Century-Fox  send  me  one 
f  those  nude  Marilyn  Monroe  calen- 
ds if  I  write  in? 

—J  G.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

V  No. 


co/or  ty  TBC//N/COLOB 

starring 

ROBERT  NEWTON 
LINDA  DARNELL  WILLIAM  BENDIX 

with  KEITH  ANDES  ALAN  MOWBRAY  *M 
an  EDMUND  GRAINGER  production  V 

I  Directed  by  RAOUL  WALSH  •  Screenplay  by  ALAN  Le  MAY  •  Produced  by  EDMUND  GRAINGER 


27 


That  Ivoiy  Look 

Young Amerka  Im  it.  .  3uem  have  it  in  7days! 


/Sa6y  6emties  6ovt  if-  ■ 
M  em  cfm  / 

Wish  you  could  buy  a  complexion  as 
fresh  and  clear  as  baby  Melissa's? 
Then  why  not  spend  a  few  minutes  a 
1  day  with  her  pure,  mild  Ivory  Soap ! 
That's  the  best  beauty  investment  any 
girl  can  make !  For  more  doctors,  in- 
cluding skin  doctors,  advise  Ivory  for 
baby's  skin  and  yours  than  all  other 
brands  of  soap  put  together. 


"I've  found,"  says  lovely  magazine  cover 
girl,  Ann  Moore,  "that  the  models  with  the 
baby-fine  complexions  go  in  for  baby- 
gentle  care— pure,  mild  Ivory  care!  I  know 
I  wouldn't  trust  my  complexion  to  any 
other  soap."  Should  you? 


99.".%  pure... H  floats 


More  doctors  admse  Ivow  than  my  other  soap. 


Ofoa  cm.  iowTftotJuov/ took 
■      hjosfme  Cveek/ 

Do  you  really  know  how  lovely  you  can 
look?  It's  easy  to  find  out!  Just  change  to 
regular  care  and  use  pure,  mild  Ivory  Soap. 
In  just  7  days  your  complexion  will  be 
softer,  smoother,  younger-looking!  You'll 
have  That  Ivory  Look ! 


modern  screen / january  1953 


love  comes  to 
marlon  brando 


A  Modern  Screen 
Exclusive!  The  exotic 
and  bizarre  inside 
story  of  the 
strangest  love  affair 
Hollywood  has 
ever  seen. 

BY  JIM  NEWTON 


■  Just  a  little  more  than  a  year  ago,  Marlon 
Brando  was  on  his  way  from  Hollywood  to  New 
York  after  completing  his  work  in  the 
20th  Century-Fox  picture,  Viva  Zapata.  Although 
a  young  man  who  dislikes  encumbrances 
thoroughly,  he  had  suddenly  discovered  he  had 
two  of  them.  One  was  an  animal,  a  raccoon, 
which  had  been  given  to  him  by  his  mother.  The 
other  was  a  woman,  a  woman  known  by  the 
single  name  of  Movita,  whom  he  had  acquired  in 
the  usual  manner:  courtship. 

Marlon  doesn't  like  to  fa,ce  problems  much, 
either,  but  he  had  to  face  one  then.  Should 
he  leave  the  raccoon  in  the  warm  sunshine  of 
California?  Should  he  leave  Movita  in  the  warm 
sunshine  of  California?  Or  should  he  take 
one  or  both  of  them  back  to  the  frigid  caverns 
of  New  York?  He  thought  it  over  very 
carefully  and  made  a  decision.  There  were  plenty 
of  women  in  New  York,  but  few  raccoons, 
so  he  decided  to  leave  Movita  in  her  native 
state — and  take  the  pet  back  home  with  him. 

Well,  he  had  a  little  difficulty  on  both  counts. 
Actually,  the  raccoon  didn't  care  much,  although 
Movita  did.  She  had  been  Marlon's  only  date 
for  weeks  and  was  in  love  with  him — and  she 
felt,  as  all  good  women  do  in  such  a  circumstance, 
that  she  should  be  invited  to  go  wherever  he 
went.  Love  wasn't  something  to  be  balked 
by  mileage.  Marlon,  after  giving  it  some  serious 
thought,  didn't  quite  agree — and  there 
was  what  is  called  in  some  circles  a  scene.  In 
the  matter  of  the  raccoon,  the  railway  people 
didn't  see  eye  to  eye  with  Marlon.  They  told 
him  that  it  would  be  impossible  for  his  animal  to 
share  a  drawing  room  with  him  even  if  he 
did  buv  another  (Continued  on  page  78) 


Movita,  whose  real  name  is  Mrs.  Jack  Doyle,  met  Marlon  on 
location  for  Vvua  Zapata.  She's  been  in  pictures  on  and  off  since 
1934,  when  she  made  Mutiny  On  The  Bounty  opposite  Clark  Gable. 


Rita  wants  a  husband  to  call  her 
own.  Aly  wants  a  wife  to  call  on  now 
and  then.  The  only  thing  they 
agree  on  is  love — but  not  with  each  other. 

BY  GISELLE  la  FALAISE 


PARIS— The  game  of  love  along  the  frothier'byways  of 

European  society  is  a  devious  one.  As  far  as  its  Parisian  members  are 

concerned,  Rita  Hayworth  has  had  two  chances  to  score  in  her 

marriage  with  Aly  Khan  and  has  fluffed  both  times— because  she  doesn't 

know  the  rules.  This  isn't  Rita's  version  of  what  has  happened, 

of  course.  From  everything  she  has  done,  and  the  little  she  has  said, 

it  appears  that  the  more  she  catches  on  to  the  rules  the  less  she 

likes  the  game.  The  trouble  is— and  this  is  typical  of  Rita— she  can 

leave  Aly  but  she  can't  forget  him.  It's  even  more  complicated 

than  this.  Aly  is  devoted  to  her— in  his  way. 

At  a  dinner  party  one  evening  which  he  attended  without 
her  (perfectly  routine  behavior  for  the  champagne  set),  he  was 
teased  about  Rita  by  an  attractive  table  partner.  This  girl  pretended  his 
gallantry  was  being  overwhelming  and  she  threatened  to  tell  Rita 
about  it.  The  round,  calf-like  eyes  of  Monsieur  le  Prince  Aly  Khan 
grew  serious  and  he  turned  to  her  squarely.  "Don't  do  that 
please,  ever/'  he  begged.  "I  couldn't  bear  to  hurt  anyone  who  has 
never  been  anything  but  sweet  to  me." 

Aly  meant  it.   And  this  is  the  enigma  of  Rita's  marriage 
to  him.  Aly  is  by  nature  a  kind  man.  He  is  generous, 
so  generous  to  others  as  well  as  to  himself  that  he  is 
occasionally  strapped  for  cash— as  Rita  has  reportedly  (and 
repeatedly)  complained.  He  is  a  wonderful  host  and  has  a 
widespread  friendship  for  which  his  (Continued  on  page  82) 


hi 

kind 

MAN 


He's  a  success  by  Hollywood 
standards,  but  Bob  Mitchum  couldn't 
care  less.  Wild  geese  keep 
calling,  and  for  him — that's  life! 

BY  JACK  WADE 


Bob  and  Chris  watch  TV  in  their  favorite  get-ups— Levis  and  checked  hunting  shirts. 


■  One  evening  last  August  an  odd  look- 
ing contraption  rolled  into  a  small  Idaho 
mountain  town  and  parked  in  a  puff 
of  dust  near  a  small  all-nite  cafe.  Out- 
side, the  strange  heap  resembled  a 
sawed  off  Quonset-hut  mounted  on  a 
Ford  truck.  Inside  was  crammed  a 
stove,  icebox,  collapsible  canvas  boat 
and  outboard  motor,  six  fishing  outfits, 
a  rifle,  an  arbolette  spear,  four  sleeping 
bags,  four  mattresses,  two  built-in  beds 
and  a  cot  on  which  a  couple  of  tow- 
heads,  nine  and  eleven,  named  Chris 
and  Jim,  were  deep  in  dreamland. 

From  the  cab  descended  a  pair  of 
huskies  in  wool  shirts  and  Levis,  dog- 
tired,  grimed  with  rock  dust,  and  damp 
with  salmon  stream  water.  They  shook 
loose  the  kinks  from  their  long  legs  and 
strolled  inside  the  cafe  for  coffee.  They'd 
hardly  dumped  in  the  sugar  when  a 
shrill  gust  of  feminine  screams  and  the 
clatter  of  high  heels  swept  up  like  a 
minor  tornado  outside. 

The  bigger  sportsman,  Bob  Mitchum, 
swivelled  his  rocky  profile  around,  hep 
right  away  to  the  furor.  "Oh,  oh,"  he 
grunted  to  his  pal,  Tim  Wallace.  "Lose 
this!"  They  jumped  off  their  stools  and 
shot  out  the  door,  started  down  the 
street.  But  it  was  too  late.  A  dozen 
girls  had  them  boxed  in.  They  chased 
Bob  down  the  sidewalk,  tackled  his 
churning  knees.  One  clamped  on  his  neck 
and  screamed,  (Continued  on  page  76) 


"Let's  go!"  is  the  Mitchum  wdr-cry.  Here,  Bob, 
Chris  and  Jimmy  load  up  for  a  hunting  trip.  They're 
bedding   down   the    "Oochapap,"    Bob's  trailer 


l+'s  not  family-life  that- makes  Bob  restless— he  loves  to  take  them  along.  Here,  with  Chris,  Dorothy,  Petrina  (eight  months  old)  and  Jimmy,  at  he 


•ob  helped  build  the  "Oochapap"  (a  Cajun  word  for  practically  any- 
hing)  on  the  RKO  lot  when  production  was  dull.'lt  cost  him  plenty,  but, 
is  a  symbol  of  freedom,  was  worth  it  to  Bob.  He  keeps  it  ready  to  roll! 


The  Mrtchum  men  return  from  a  successful  deer-hunt.  When  they're  not 
off  in  the  wilds,  Bob  is  RKO's  movie-making  mainstay;  Chris  goes 
to  Santa  Monica  Canyon  School;  and  Jimmy's  at  military  academy 


33 


Quickern'n  you  can  say 
"Aloha,"  Jerry  Lewis  packed 
and  flew  a  gang  of  friends 
to  Hawaii — where  it  soon 
became  obvious  that 
all  the  nuts  weren't  coconuts ! 

BY  JIM  HENAGHAN 


moustache  was  on  the  upper  lip,  hanging  almost  to  the 
apparition's  black-clad  shoulders,  and  the  mouth  was 
pinched  and  lewd  and  pursed  about  half  a  dozen  un- 
symetrical  teeth  that  jutted  straight  out— as  though 
anxious  to  bite  and  carve  a  tic-tac-toe  on  a  soft  throat 
with  a  single  nip. 

The  bell  boy  stood  his  ground  for  a  terrible  instant, 
and  then  with  a  hoarse  cry  shot  from  the  suite  like  a 
meteor  with  good  legs.  He  didn't  stop  for  a  breath  until 
he  reached  the  desk,  where  he  began  a  tale  of  horror 
that  had  the  clerk's  hair  on  end.  The  man  at  the  desk 
quickly  went  to  the  file  and  looked  up  the  tenant  of  the 
suite.  Then  he  went  back  to  the  bell  boy  and  told  him 
to  take  the  rest  of  the  night  off  and  try  to  get  some 
sleep.  And  when  the  boy  had  staggered  away,  he  had  the 
operator  get  the  guest  on  the  phone. 

"Is  this  Mister  Jerry  Lewis?"  he  asked  when  the 
ringing  telephone  was  answered.  (Continued  on  page  62) 


LEWIS.  THEN  PROVES  TO  HER  MADCAP  SPOUSE  THAT  THE  ONLY  SUITABLE  MATE  FOR  A  SCREW-BALL  IS  A  SCREW-I 


HONOLULU 
LOONY 


■  One  evening  a  few  weeks  ago,  a  native  bell  boy  at 
the  Royal  Hawaiian  Hotel  in  Honolulu,  answering  a  * 
call  for  ice  water  in  one  of  the  better  suites,  tapped 
gently  on  the  door  and  stood  silently  waiting  for  it  to 
open.  Nothing  happened,  so  he  tapped  again,  louder.  In 
a  moment  he  was  convinced  he  either  had  the  wrong  room 
or  the  occupant  had  changed  his  mind  about  ice  water. 
Just  to  make  sure,  he  tried  the  door  handle,  found  it 
worked  and  stepped  into  the  living  room.  It  was  dark, 
so  he  walked  toward  the  terrace  and  deposited  his  tray 
on  a  table  and  turned  to  leave.  Then  he  wished  he'd 
never  been  born. 

Behind  the  door  to  the  terrace  stood  a  tall,  stooped 
figure.  It  wore  a  deerstalker  cap,  with  the  peaks  flopping 
over  the  ears.  It  had  long  black  hair  that  hung  in  ratty 
strands  and  partially  covered  the  face.  And  that  face! 
The  eyes  were  squinted  into  evil  slits.  The  nose  was 
long,  curved  and  quivered  like  a  rabbit's.  A  long,  silky 


This  first-hand 

account,  special  to  Modern 

Screen,  tells  what 

really  called  a 

halt  to  the  sizzling  love 

affair  between  Lana  Turner 

and  Fernando  Lamas. 

BY  IMOGENE  COLLINS 


■  It  happened  at  the  Marion  Davies 
extravaganza  where  there  were  600  guests, 
20  serenading  violinists,  a  Greek 
sarcophagus  filled  with  countless  magnums 
of  champagne,  and  more  photographers 
and  their  relatives  than  you  could 
shake  a  stick  at. 

This  is  how  it  happened:  Ava 
Gardner  had  no  escort  because  her 
Frankie  was  playing  the  Hotel  Chase  in 
St.  Louis  and,  besides,  she  was  as  mad  as 
a  wet  hen  at  him.  She  called  Lana 
and  asked  if  it  would  be  okay  if -she 
accompanied  her  and  Fernando 
Lamas  to  the  Marion  Davies  shindig. 

Lana  said  it  would  be  swell.  She  and 
Ava  are  great  friends  because  they 
have  had  so  much  in  common.  Lana 
was  married  to  Artie  Shaw  and  so  was 
Ava.  Lana,  for  a  short  tempestuous 
period,  saw  no  one  but  Frank  Sinatra,  and 
so  did  Ava.  Gardner,  however, 
carried  the  affair  a  step  further. 
She  married  Frankie.. 

Anyway,  on  this  fateful  night  in 
October,  Lana,  Ava,  and  Fernando  Lamas 
drove  up  to  the  25-room  mansion  of 
Miss  Davies  on  Beverly  Drive.  Within 
a  few  minutes  they  were  all  partaking 
of  the  liquid  refreshments  therein 
offered.  They  danced,  gabbed,  had  their 
pictures  taken.  (Continued  on  page  68) 


Jealous  of  the  attention  others 
paid  Lana  at  the  Davies  party,  Lamas 
quarreled  violently  with  her  that  night. 


Lana  and  Ava,  who  shared  escort 
Lamas,  were  all  smiles  at  the  party.  But 
heartbreak  was  ahead  for  both  actresses. 


John,  Russ,  and  Flintlock. 


daddy  is  a  Ch 


John  Derek  is  a  hobby 
hunter.  He  plays  at  sculpting. 
He  wrestles.  He  waxes 
drift-wood.  But 
John's  son  Russ  likes  it  best 
when  Pop  sticks  to  being 
a  punching  bag  for  baby! 

BY  ALICE  HOFFMAN 


■  Russell  Derek,  who  will  be  three  years  old  in  April,  has  little 
conception  of  the  fact  that  his  father  is  famous,  that  his  father  is 
strikingly  handsome,  or  that  a  good  portion  of  the  female  population  of 
the  United  States  regard  his  hilltop  home  in  Encino  as  the  nearest 
thing  to  heaven.  Russell  regards  his  father  only  with  the  critical  and  loving 
eye  of  a  small  boy. 

He  can  remember  the  days  when  John  used  to  come  in  the  nursery 
and  look  thoughtfully  down  at  him.  There  was  a  pride  in  John's 
eyes  that  told  Russell  he  was  something  special,  and  yet  once  in  a  while, 
particularly  when  Pati  wasn't  in  the  room,  the  senior  Derek  would 
shrug  his  shoulders.  When,  he  wondered,  would  this  small  lump  leave  his 
bed  and  become  a  human  being  who  could  handle  a  catcher's  mitt? 
Russ  obliged  in  his  own  good  time  by  following  the  course  of  nature 
and  finally,  in  the  last  year,  has  developed  into  the  bouncing,  bursting, 
bombastic  boy  that  John  had  pictured  all  along.  As  a  matter  of 
fact,  Russ  has  exceeded  all  his  father's  expectations. 

Ordinarily,  John  takes  the  roughhouse  as  a  matter  of  course,  but  when 
he's  had  a  long  day  at  the  studio  and  (Continued  on  page  71) 


■  The  phrase  "mother-of-four"  usually  conjures  up  a  mental  picture 
that  is  pretty  dreary.  It  summons  an  image  of  a  creature  characterized 
by  slumping  shoulders  and  tired  eyes,  whose  stockings  are  slightly 
wrinkled  and  whose  world  has  narrowed  to  the  point  where  she 
is  concerned  solely  with  getting  splinters  out  of  fingers, 
beans  out  of  ears  and  bugs  out  of  beds. 

Jeanne  Crain  has  a  quartet  under  six  years  of  age  and  yet  always 
manages  to  look  like  a  breath  of  spring.  Although  she  has 
servants  in  the  house  and  a  nurse  to  care  for  the  children,  a  mother 
is  still  a  mother  and  must  necessarily  worry  through 
illnesses  and  injuries;  must  see  to  mental  and  spiritual  development ; 
and  must  take  care  lest  she  step  on  the  sprout  who  is  currently 
trying  to  insert  a  marble  in  her  shoe.  The  point  is  that  Jeanne  Crain  leads 
life  that  is  crammed  with  activity  and  interests,  so  many  of  them 
that,  were  she  childless,  her  days  would  still  be  fuller  than  those  of  the 
average  woman.  Yet  she  comes  through  (Continued  on  page  81) 


■  Last  winter  a  streamlined  train  puffed  its  way 
along  the  cobweb  of  tracks  leading  into  Chicago's 
Dearborn  Station.  The  aisles  were  lined  with  pas- 
sengers impatient  to  alight  after  the  long  trip  from 
Los  Angeles.  Not  so  Gene  Nelson.  He  still  sat  in  his 
compartment,  his  lap  strewn  with  papers,  a  pencil 
poised  in  mid-air.  He  gazed  unseeing  at  the  foot  lock- 
er under  the  bed.  "You  know,"  he  said,  "I  think  I 
ought  to  do  the  soft  shoe  number  before  the  patter 
about  making  musicals.  It  would  give  the  routine  a 
better  change  of  pace." 

His  wife  Miriam  picked  up  her  hat.  "You  know," 
she  said,  "I  think  you  ought  to  collect  yourself.  We're 
coming  into  Chicago." 

Startled,  he  looked  out  the  window  and  saw  the 
city's  crowded  skyline.  "But  I  haven't  decided  yet 
about  half  the  act."  He  ran  his  hand  nervously  through 
his  hair.  "Brother,  I  wish  this  train  would  just  keep 
on  going." 

Chicago  was  Gene's  first  stop  on  a  ten-week  vaude- 
ville tour.  It  was  the  first  time  he  had  been  out  of 
Hollywood  in  years,  and  it  would  be  the  first  time  he 
had  been  on  a  stage  since  Lend  An  Ear  in  1949.  He 
was  as  unstrung  as  a  politician  on  election  day  and 
stayed  that  way  until  his  first  performance  was  finished. 

Then  he  knew  everything  was  all  right.  The  theater 
had  been  filled  to  capacity  and  people  had  stood  three 
abreast  in  the  side  aisles.  The  audience  was  with  him 
—he  could  feel  it— a  warm  feeling  that  rolled  up. over 
the  stage  in  invisible  waves,  and  the  final  ovation  was 
deafening.  Backstage,  he  pulled  Miriam  to  him.  "It's 
almost  like  a  miracle,"  he  said. 

It  was  the  first  time  Gene  had  any  inkling  of  his 
popularity.  Back  in  Hollywood  he  had  gone  on  mak- 
ing picture  after  picture,  and  although  fan  mail  had 
come  in  to  the  studio  by  the  truckload,  he  had  little 
idea  of  the  rising  tide  of  affection  felt  for  him  by 
thousands  of  movie  goers.  Nobody  told  him;  he  didn't 
think  to  ask;  and  if  he  had,  any  answer  given  by  a 
single  person  in  the  impersonal  surroundings  of  a  busi- 
ness office  would  not  have  carried  much  weight.  Taken 
out  of  Hollywood,  where  the  citizens  are  rather  blase 
about  movie  stars,  and  plunged  into  the  bright  lights 
of  other  cities,  he  got  the  surprise  of  his  life. 

When  he  and  Miriam  left  the  theater  in  Chicago 
that  night  they  were  caught  up  in  an  exultant  mob. 
Gene's  immediate  reaction  was  fright,  for  it  is  a  terri- 
fying thing  to  be  caught  in  such  a  milling  crowd.  He 
was  lifted  off  his  feet  and  backed  into  a  brick  wall  He 
looked  for  Miriam,  couldn't  find  her.  Looking  into  the 
young  faces  before  him,  he  realized  that  he  was  deal- 
ing with  a  mob  of  teen-agers.  He  recalled  all  the  things 
he  had  read  about  these  kids,  how  they  went  on  ram- 
pages; tore  .up  theater  seats;  ripped  clothes  from  their 
idols,  and  generally  behaved  like  escaped  lunatics.  He 
began  to  feel  annoyed,  and  then  one  little  girl  directly 
in  front  of  him  looked  up  apologetically.  "I'm  sorry, 
Mr.  Nelson,  I  can't  help  pushing— it's  the  people  in 
back  of  me." 

To  his  left,  another  piped  up,  "Where's  Miriam- 
is  she  all  right?"  (Continued  on  page  66) 


Sens  changed  dancing  shoes  after  each  number  during  his 
vaudeville  show  in  Chicago  last  winter.  The  ten-week  tour  marked 
ms  tirst  stage  appearance  since  Lend  An  Ear  in  1949. 


They  had  Nelson  surrounded  everywhere  he  went  on  tour.  He 
says  he  began  to  know  his  fans  and  understand  them  for  the  first 
time.  Here  he  is  with  Chicago's  Keen  Teen  Press  Club. 


43 


LIVING 
WITH  LUCY 


'COME  LIVE  WITH  ME  AND  BE  MY  LOVE"  SAID  DESI 


OA 

This  glass-enclosed  porch  runs  the  length  of  the  house,  takes  a  lot  of 
wear  and  tear  off  the  living  room.  The  furnishings,  bought  12  years  ago, 
have  stood  up  very  well  under  the  strain  of  Lucy  and  Desi's  many  parties. 


Lucille  and  Desi  have  lived  in  this  house  for  12  years. 


■  By  the  end  of  the  afternoon  there  was 
only  one  word  to  describe  the  condition  of  the 
carpet-soft  lawn  behind  Lucy  and  Desi  Arnaz's 
home.  That  word  was  "havoc."  Strewn  with 
crumpled  tissue  paper,  balloon  fragments,  and 
other  party  drippings,  the  grass  had  also  been  rutted 
by  dozens  of  baby-strollers  and  perambulators, 
while  the  rock  garden  had  been  gradually 
relocated  by  a  half-dozen  two-year-olds. 

The  reason  for  this  mayhem  was  simple.  The 
half-pint  set  of  upper-crust  Northridge  society  had 
gathered  at  the  Arnaz  ranch  to  celebrate  the 
first  birthday  of  Lucie  Desiree. 

"Honey,"  cried  Desi  as  one  of  the  grim 
realities  of  fatherhood  suddenly  dawned  on  him, 
"do  we  do  this  every  year?" 

"Of  course,"  said  Lucille  heartlessly.  "Quick 
Desi,  the  camera.  Dee  Dee's  going  towards 
the  cake." 

Armed  with  an  8mm.  camera  and  grim  determina- 
tion the  Ricky  Ricardo  of  TV  fame  converged 
on  his  cute  dumpling  {Continued  on  next  page) 


44 


TO   LUCY  TWELVE  YEARS  AGO.    AND  THEY'VE  LIVED,  AND   LOVED,   IN   THE   SAME  HOUSE 


Bright  red  carpeting  and  bold  cabbage-rose  wallpaper  give  the  living  room 
a  homey,  comfortable  look,  without  sacrificing  the  abundance  of  color  Lucy 
wanted.  Her  antique  furniture,  bought  years  ago,  is  very  much  in  vogue  now. 


A  magnificent  silver  tea  service  graces  the  dining  area  of  the 
living  room,  but  Lucille  and  Desi  have  given  up  trying  to  live  up 
to  it.  The  cranberry  glass  lamp  over  the  table  is  a  real  antique. 


bellow  and  grey  is  Lucy's  favorite  color  combination;  she  used  it  in  her 
oedroom,  when  they  moved  into  the  house,  and  nothing  has  been  changed 
since,  except  to  reorder  the  dotted  Swiss.  The  red  chair  is  a  note  of  contrast. 


The  fabulous  nursery,  done  in  the  same  yellow  and  grey  color 
scheme  as  Lucy's  bedroom,  was  planned  as  a  continuation  of 
Lucys  room.  It's  cost  came  to  more  than  the  cost  of  the  house! 


MORE*. 


living  with  lucy  continued 


Home  life  for  the  Amazes  is  a  round  of  dizzy  doings  and 
quiet  relaxation.  Here,  they  indulge  in  both  as  Lucy  keeps 
up  a  running  wise-crack  on  the  TV  script  Desi  is  reading. 


Their  beloved  little  Desiree  has  her  own  apartment,  com- 
plete with  private  patio  and  playground.  Her  wing  of  the 
house  will  soon  be  shared  with  a  new  sister  or  brother. 


The  five  acre  citrus  ranch  that  Desi  and  Lucille  own  is 
very  similar  to  the  plantation  in  Cuba  on  which  Desi  grew 
up.  Even  the  pool  is  a  copy  of  the  one  Desi's  family  had. 


of  a  daughter.  To  make  things  easier  for  him  some 
one  had  lifted  little  Desiree  onto  the  table.  She 
reached  for  a  fistful  of  cake.  As  she  turned  to  offer 
some  to  her  Daddy,  her  year-old  legs  failed  her. 
She  tottered,  lost  her  balance  and  sat  smack  on  the 
gooey  layer  cake. 

The  party  crowd  roared.  Parents  laughed  until 
tears  came.  The  kids  cooed  and  applauded  for  more. 

"I  must  say  things  have  changed  a  heap  around 
here,"  one  of  Lucille's  oldest  friends  said  to  Grand- 
mother Ball. 

Mrs.  Ball  mused  for  a  moment.  "Yes,"  she  agreed, 
"and  then  again,  no." 

The  newest  factors  in  the  lives  of  Lucille  Ball  and 
her  Latin  lover  Desi  are  of  course  their  new-found 
fame  as  TV  stars  and  their  new-found  happiness, 
after  years  and  years  of  trying,  as  parents. 

When  Lucille,  after  11  years  of  marriage,  dis- 
covered herself  pregnant  one  afternoon,  she  quickly 
ordered  the  addition  of  a  nursery  wing  to  her 
house.  The  construction  of  which  turned  out  to  be 
a  little  less  elaborate  than  the  re-modeling  of  the 
White  House.  What  started  out  to  be  an  added  room 
and  bath  soon  grew  into  a  project  of  PWA  propor- 
tions. 

Contractors  pointed  out  to  Lucy  and  Desi  that 
local  building  codes  prohibited  the  addition  of  a 
room  that  would  have  to  be  entered  through  an 
existing  bathroom,  an  ordnance  which  prevented 
Lucy  from  having  the  baby's  headquarters  set  on 
the  other  side  of  her  own  dressing-room-bath. 

"It  was  murder,"  Lucille  recalls.  "For  years  I'd 
been  hoping  and  praying  for  a  child.  Now  that  it 
was  on  the  way  I  didn't  care  how  the  architect 
planned  the  nursery.  All  I  knew  was  that  I  wanted 
to  be  able  to  step  from  my  gray  and  yellow  room 
into  the  matching  gray  and  yellow  room  of  my 
baby.  It  was  the  dream  of  my  life.  I  didn't  realize 
it  would  have  to  develop  into  a  Federal  case." 
That,  of  course,  is  exactly  what  happened. 
"Only  thing  to  do,"  said  the  architect,  "is  build 
an  addition  in  the  shape  of  an  inverted  L." 
"Okay,"  said  Lucille.  "Build  it." 
Then  Desi  came  home  that  evening.  Among  other 
things  he's  a  frustrated  architect. 
"What's  going  on  here?"  he  demanded. 
"An  inverted  L,"  Lucy  answered  nonchalantly. 
Desi  looked  at  the  blue-prints.  "All  wrong,"  he  said 
at  length.  "It'll  take  a  year  for  the  nurse  to  go  from 
our  kitchen  to  the  baby's  room  with  a  warm  bottle. 
What  we  need  near  the  nursery  is  a  kitchen."  So 
they  included  an  apartment-size  kitchen  in  the  new 
wing— also  a  separate  heating  unit,  a  new  plumbing 
system,  and  new  cabinets. 

When  it  was  all  finished,  Desi  totaled  up  the 
cost.  "Comes  to  $20,000,"  (Continued  on  page  65) 


r 


Breaking  her  engage- 
ment didn't  break 
Mitzi's  heart.  She's  got 
a  date  with  Fame  and 
Fortune  and  she 
doesn't  intend  to  stand 
those  boys  up! 

BY  SUSAN  TRENT 


■  It  was  a  sweltering  11  o'clock 
under  the  blazing  klieg  lights  on  the 
20th  Century-Fox  set  of  Take  Care 
Of  My  Little  Girl.  The  director  . 
reached  for  the  microphone  to  say, 
"Try  it  again,  everybody,  please." 
But  somebody  beat  him  to  it. 

"Lunch  everybody!"  rang  out 
a  clear  soprano. 

Before  the  director  could  recover 
himself  he  was  caught  in  a 
stampede  of  extras  and  bit-players 
bee-lining  it  for  the  commissary. 
When  the  dust  cleared  he  could  just 
make  out  Miss  Prankster  herself, 
Mitzi  Gaynor,  waving  him  a 
cheerful  good-bye. 

Director  Jean  Negulesco  shrugged 
his  shoulders.  That's  what  he 
could  expect  from  a  sassy,  bubbling, 
merry  (Continued  on  page  73) 


IS  A  HOLLYWOOD  CHRISTMAS  STORY,  SO  TOUCHING,  SO  INSPIRING,  YOU'LL  NEVER  FORGET  IT. 


■  It  is  Christmas-time  in  Hollywood 
as  it  is  all  oyer  the  world.  Christmas 
trees  are  alight  with  the  sparkling  red, 
green  and  silver  of  Yuletide,  and  tinsel 
gleams  brightly,  aglow  with  the  Christ- 
mas message  of  faith  and  good  cheer. 
The  very  air  seems  to  proclaim,  "The 
Christ  Child  is  born  again."  And  all 
mankind  rejoices  anew. 

I  am  a  happy  person  this  pre-Christ- 
mas  Day.  But  a  sad  one,  too — because 
of  what  I  have  seen.  It  was  the  sort  of 
thing  you  usually  don't  associate  with 
Hollywood — gay,  glamorous  Hollywood 
— and  least  of  all  during  this  joyous 
season. 

I  have  been  a  guest  of  Esther  Williams 
at  a  party — a  Christmas  party — and 
what  I  saw  at  this  party  made  it  dif- 
ferent from  all  the  others  I've  ever  at- 
tended. Why  was  it  different?  There 
were  the  usual  Holiday  decorations,  the 
usual  bewhiskered  Santa  Claus,  paunchy 
and  playful  in  his  red  velvet  suit 
trimmed  with  white  fur,  the  usual  dis- 
tribution of  gifts  in  their  gay  wrappings, 
the  usual  red-and-white  'striped  pepper- 
mint candy  canes  and  the  open  lace- 
work  stockings  ready-stuffed  from  the 
dime  store —  (Continued  on  page  80) 


For  three  years,  Esther  Williams  has  devoted  as  much  time  as  possible  to  the  Los 
Angeles  Nursery  School  for  Visually  Handicapped  Children.  She  has  given  the  school 
a  specially  built,  heated  swimming  pool  and  trained  swimming  teachers  for  the  kids 


Esther  reaps  her  reward  of  hugs  and  kisses  from  the  affec- 
tionate children.  They  know  her  as  "Aunt  Esther" — movie 
stars  mean  nothing  to  young  eyes  that  never  shall  see. 


The  children  generally  tend  to  be  afraid  of  the  water  at  first.  This 
is  because  they  enter  a  .  new,  dark  world  where  their  support 
seems  to  be  gone.  With  proper  help  they  are  quickly  won  over. 


STANDS    ALONE    MAKING    HIS    DECISION.       •        by   STEVE  CRONIN 


)P  REBUILDS 
HIS  LIFE 


■  A  tall,  handsome,  hollow-cheeked  car- 
toonist named  Frank  James  Cooper  was 
ambling  along  Hollywood  Boulevard  one 
June  morning,  about  25  years  ago.  Dressed 
in  his  only  suit,  a  worn  grey  tweed,  he 
was  hungry  and  depressed  because  no 
one  would  give  him  work  as  an  artist. 
As  he  stopped  outside  a  bakery  to  savor 
the  sweet  warm  odor  of  freshly-baked 
bread,  two  pals  he'd  known  back  home 
in  Helena,  Montana  happened  along. 

"How  you  doin',  Frank?"  one  of  them 
asked.  "Still  drawin'  them  funny  pitchas?" 

Cooper  grinned  wanly.  "I'm  selling  ad- 
vertising on  a  theater  curtain,"  he  ad- 
mitted. "Know  anyone  who  wants  to  buy 
some?" 

His  friends  shook  their  heads. 

"Look,  Frank,"  the  older  of  the  two 
said,  "that  ain't  no  way  of  makin'  a 
livin'  here  in  Hollywood.  Jess  and  I — 
we  come  along  a  good  thing.  We  double 
for  those  big-shot  movie  cowboys  who 
don't  know  how  to  ride.  Whyn't  you  do 
the  same?" 

It  took  Frank  Cooper  all  of  20  minutes 
to  sprint  from  Hollywood  Boulevard  and 
Gower  to  the  old  Fox  lot  on  Western 
Avenue.  If  there  was  one  thing  he'd 
learned  on  the  Montana  ranches,  it  was 
horseback-riding.  Luck  was  with  the  lean, 
lanky  youth,  and  he  was  hired  as  an 
extra  at  $10  a  day. 

In  the  many  years  that  have  elapsed 
since  that  moment,  which  to  him  is 
still  unforgettable,  Gary  Cooper  has  be- 
come recognized  as  one  of  the  greatest*' 
box-office  attractions  in  the  history  of 
the  American  cinema. 

He  has  played  (Continued  on  page  70) 


Don't  let  the  rugged  sportsman  exterior  fool 
you.  He's  an  astute  businessman  who  ac- 
quired  part  of  his  education   in  England. 


An  expert  marksman,  Gary's  never  aban- 
doned his  love  of  the  outdoors.  He  taught 
Rocky    her    championship    skeet  shooting. 


Gary  returned  from  his  South  Seas  location 
to  squire  Rocky  to  the  Davies  party.  He 
says,  "She's  a  wonderful ...  versatile  woman." 


51 


Ava  is  trying  to  save  her 
marriage  by  running  away  from 
Hollywood.  What  she  hasn't 
learned  yet  is,  you 
can't  run  away  from  yourself. 

BY  MARSHA  SAUNDERS 


HEARTBREAK 
AHEAD 


■  Ava  Gardner,  as  Modern  Screen  predicted 
six  months  ago,  has  left  Hollywood.  She  will 
probably  not  return  until  May  1954. 

Her  salary  for  that  year-and-a-half  overseas, 
according  to  her  new  contract,  will  approximate  • 
$220,000  on  which  she  will  pay  no  federal 
income  tax.  This  is,  even  for  Hollywood  pocketbooks, 
not  hay. 

But  neither  is  it  the  reason  Ava's  on  her  way 
East.  She  is  clutching  at  the  straw  that 
will  take  her  away  from  Hollywood,  and,  she 
hopes,  the  troubles  which  she  believes 
stem  from  there. 

Ava  doesn't  particularly  like  Hollywood.  She 
never  liked  it  to  begin  with,  and  since  her 
marriage  to  Sinatra  it's  become  a  downright  phobia 
with  her.  She  feels  that  Hollywood  is  basically 
an  atypical  community  in  which  marriages 
perennially  hover  above  the  precipice  of  disaster. 

From  time  to  time  she  has  looked  at  the 
list  of  Metro  contract  stars,  those  women  whom 
she  admires  and  with  whom  she  works  so 
.closely.  Practically  all  the  top-notch  actresses  with 
the  exception  of  Jane  Powell,  have  been  divorced: 
Lana  Turner,  Cyd  Charisse,  Janet  Leigh,  Esther 
Williams.  And  it's  the  same  at  other  studios. 

There  are  so  many  temptations  in  the 
movie  colony;  so  many  designing  and  beautiful 
females  that  a  marriage  must  have  a  rock-firm 
foundation  in  order  to  survive.  Ava's  hasn't. 

Ever  since  she  and  Frank  returned  from 
Philadelphia,  married,  and  tried- to  settle  down  in 
Hollywood,  Ava  has  had  the  (Continued  on  page  74) 


52 


Alone,  Ava  vent  to  the  Davies  party 
with   Lana   and    Lamas,    but   she  was 
reconciled    with    Frank   soon  atter- 
wards.  For  Lana,  this  was  the 
last  evening  she  spent  with  her  man. 


24 
DAYS 
OF 


"I've  been  trailing 
Bette  Davis  around 
for  a  month,  on 
the  set,  at  her  home, 
everyplace.  I'm 
heat!  Miss  Davis? 
Fresh  as  a  daisy, 
of  course,"  reports 
Katherine  Albert. 


DAVIS 


Dear  Mr.  Saxon: 

This  "news  note"  has  turned  into  a  biog- 
raphy. I  have  a  strange  new  life— my 
life  with  Bette  Davis. 

Here's  what  happened.  I  was  minding  my 
own   business,   but   my   husband,  Dale 
Eunson,  wanted  me  to  write  a  screenplay  with 
him.  It  is  called  The  Star  and  naturally 
we  wanted  Bette  Davis  to  play  it. 
All  writers  want  Bette  Davis  to  play  in  all 
their  stories. 

So  we  sent  her  the  script  and  the  next  thing 
I  know  we  are  driving  up  in  front  of  a  big, 
rambling,  old-fashioned  house  in  Holly- 
wood. This  is  a  switch  in  itself,  for  Hollywood 
stars  just  don't  live  in  Hollywood  any  more. 
They  wouldn't  be  caught  dead  outside 
the  three  B's— Brentwood,  Beverly  Hills  and 
Bel  Air. 

Miss  Davis'  costume  was  as  unusual 
as  her  neighborhood.  Stars  have  a  costume  for 
everything — "Costume  in  which  to  be  inter- 
viewed," "Costume  for  going  to  the 
studio,"  "Costume  for  story  conferences." 
Bette  in  an  old  (Continued  on  page  56) 


24  days  of  davis 


(Continued  from  page  55)  shirt  of  Gary 
Merrill's  with  the  tail  hanging  out  over 
purely  utility  shorts.  And  no  make-up  at 
all    Not  even  lipstick.  She  looked  great. 

After  a  cordial  welcome,  Bette  fl°PP£d 
into  a  big  over-stuffed  chair,  pounded  the 
script  with  her  hand,  and  said.  This 
script  is  great.  Just  great."  End  of  story 
conference.  As  Dale  and  I  pinched  our 
ears  to  make  sure  we  had  heard  right  a 
pretty  five-year-old  child  came  into  the 
room.  This  was  B^D  (Barbara  Davis  Her 
father  is  Betty's  third  husband— William 
Grant  Sherry) .  But  you  would  know  who 
her  mother  was  if  you  met  B-D  alone  on 
the  streets  of  Cairo.  "She's  like  me  m 
every  way,"  Bette  said  when  we  com- 
mented on  the  obvious  physical  likeness. 
"It's  frightening." 

I  now  know  what  she  means.  B-D  often 
came  on  the  set  to  visit  her  mother.  She 
liked  pretty  houses  and  lovely  clothes  well 
enough,  but  most  of  all  she  enjoyed  the 
scene  in  a  real  jail  where  her  mother  was 
behind  bars.  Dealing  heavily  m  the  cliche 
department  I  asked  her  if  she  was  going 
to  be  an  actress.  "Oh,  yes,"  she  said.  Im 
going  to  be  an  actress  and  be  in  jail  and 
everything."  . 

The  next  time  we  saw  Bette  Davis  was 
in  producer  Bert  Friedlob's  office  with  the 
director,  Stuart  Heisler,  and  Sterling 
Hayden,  who  co-stars  with  Bette. 

How  can  I  describe  the  woman  we  met 
there?  A  charge  of  high  voltage  electricity? 
Dynamite?  Bristling  vitality?  Strong  ad- 
jectives—like  strong  men— pale  before 
Bette  Davis.  That  day  she  was  a  thorough- 
bred race  horse  pawing  at  the  barrier. 
She  was  the  loaded  pistol  with  a  finger 
on  the  trigger.  She  was  Columbus  about 
to  discover  a  new  world.  To  hear  her 
enthusiasm  one  would  think  she'd  never 
made  a  movie  before. 

Of  course  she  has  made  dozens  of 
them.  Yet,  in  filming  The  Star  she  en- 
countered a  number  of  firsts.  Bert  Fried- 
lob  had  never  produced  a  Davis  picture 
before.  Stuart  Heisler  had  never  directed 
her.  She  had  never  played  opposite  Sterl- 
ing Hayden.  Ernest  Laszlo  had  never 
photographed  her.  And  we  had  not  written 
for  her.  She  was  trying  us  on  for  size. 

The  story  is  about  a  movie  actress  who 
almost  destroys  herself  by  her  determina- 
tion to  keep  at  the  top,  by  her  desire  for 
power.  She  eventually  learns  that  ^  it  is 
more  important  to  be  "just  a  woman"  than 
a  "career." 

In  discussing  the  character  Stu  made  a 
rather  unfortunate  remark.  "Let's  face  it," 
he  said,  "this  is  a  silly  woman." 

Bette  shot  him  a  look.  "She  is  not  silly, 
and  we  must  get  it  settled  right  now,  or. 
we  will  never  see  eye  to  eye.  She  is  not 
silly.  She's  sick." 

When  Stu  explained  that  what  he  meant 
to  say  was  the  character  sometimes  be- 
haved in  a  foolish  way,  everything  was 
okay.  It  could  have  been  a  crisis,  for  Bette 
must  understand  the  core  of  the  character 
she  plays  before  she  can  begin  to  act. 

She'd  have  to  understand,  for  she 
couldn't  be  more  unlike  this  heroine. 
Bette  Davis  is  vitally  concerned  with  her 
family  and  her  home.  When  she's  not 
actually  at  work  Bette  gives  Gary  and 
her  children  her  undivided  attention.  Be- 
sides B-D,  there  are  Margaret  Mosher 
Merrill  who  is  almost  two,  and  Michael 
Woodman  Merrill,  who  is  still  a  baby. 
Bette  and  Gary  adopted  these  two  after 
they  were  married  in  1950. 

Gary  adores  all  the  kids.  It  thrills  Bette 
to  watch  him  with  her  older  daughter.  He 
and  the  girl  are  as  close  as  they  could  be 
if  Gary  were  B-D's  own  father.  Closer, 
56  perhaps. 


Their  parties  are  wonderful.  Bette  is  the 
kind  of  person  who,  when  she  has  a  New 
England  clambake,  serves  clams  baked 
under  cornhusks  on  the  sand.  You  scoop 
out  the  juicy  meat  and  throw  the  shells 
into  the  sea.  She  is  a  realist  in  life  as  well 
as  on  the  screen. 

Gary  knows  that  in  being  married  to 
Bette  Davis  he  has  a  problem.  He  asked 
a  friend,  "What  can  you  do  for  her?  I 
can't  buy  her  a  Cadillac— I  can't  afford 
it.  Besides,  she  has  a  Cadillac."  He  found 
the  perfect  answer  himself.  All  sorts  of 
small,  unique  gifts.  On  the  set  one  day  he 
came  in  with  a  pair  of  unusual  pictures, 
charmingly  framed.  One  was  a  New  Eng- 
land kitchen  and  the  hanging  pots  and 
pans  were  miniature  rounds  of  real  cop- 
per. She  was  more  delighted  with  this 
present  than  if  it  had  been  a  Cadillac. 

Everyone  was  nervous  the  first  day  of 
shooting  because  you  can  hear  any- 
thing about  Bette  Davis.  "They"  will  tell 
you  she  is  a  temperamental,  stubborn 
woman.  "They"  will  tell  you  she  is  the 
witch  of  the  world.  And  "they"  will  quote 
their  own  scripture  to  prove  it.  Now,  may- 
be if  she  has  a  script  she  doesn't  like  and 
a  director  she  cannot  respect  she  can  be  a 
witch,  but  all  I  can  tell  you  is  our  own 
experience.  She  has  been  nothing  but 
reasonable.  She  has  not  once  clung  stub- 
bornly to  an  idea  just  to  be  stubborn. 
When  someone  suggests  an  idea,  or  a  piece 
of  business  she  can  be  enthusiastic  about 
it.  More  so  even,  than  if  it  were  her  own. 

When  I  say  "reasonable,"  I  mean  Bette 
Davis  reasonable.  For  example,  a  scene 
was  to  take  place  on  a  sail  boat.  She  did 
not  tell  anyone  that  she  has  a  neurotic 
fear  of  small  boats,  which  goes  back  to 

Actress  told  a  not -too -respected 
columnist:  "I  don't  care  what  you 
write  about  me  as  long  as  you 
spell  my  name  wrong!" 

Mike  Connolly 

her  childhood.  She  thinks  it  began  when 
she  was  12  years  old.  A  bunch  of  kids  her 
age  were  out  on  a  sailboat  in  Cape  Cod. 
She  became  so  frightened  that,  rather 
than  sail  farther  out,  she  jumped  over- 
board and  swam  a  mile  to  land.  She 
thought  she'd  overcome  that  fear  when 
she  arrived  in  San  Pedro  with  the  rest  of 
the  company  to  do  the  scene. 

There  was  an  unfortunate  comedy  of 
errors.  She  was  called  out  on  the  boat 
long  before  she  was  needed.  There  was  a 
stiff  wind  and  a  heavy  ground  swell,  and 
the  only  man  aboard  who  knew  how  to 
man  a  sailboat  was  Sterling  Hayden.  He 
could  not  give  it  his  undivided  attention 
because  he  was  playing  scenes  with  Bette 
and  Natalie  Wood,  who  is  Bette's  daugh- 
ter in  the  picture.  The  boat  was  crowded 
by  actors  and  crew.  It  was  enough  to  make 
anyone  nervous.  Bette  did  the  only  thing 
to  be  done.  Call  for  the  water  taxi  and 
go  back  to  land.  ; 

But  no  phobia  can  overcome  Bette  s 
sense  of  responsibility.  The  next  day  she 
was  on  the  boat  swallowing  fear  and  salt 
spray,  and  when  you  see  that  scene  on  the 
screen  you'll  never  realize  that  she  was 
scared  stiff.  When  it  was  over  she  said  to 
me,  "Where  do  fears  like  that  come 
from?  I'm  trying  to  raise  my  kids  so  they 
won't  be  burdened  with  agonies  like  that. 

Most  actors  prepare  for  an  emotional 
scene  by  "getting  into  the  mood,"  and 
cannot  help  but  hold  the  mood  long  after 
the  scene  is  finished.  Not  so  Miss  Davis. 
Perhaps  Bette  has  a  file  of  emotion  deep 
inside  her  to  call  upon  when  it  is  needed. 
Perhaps  it's  because  she's  a  great  artist. 
Anyway,  this  is  what  happened. 

She  was  sitting  on  the  set  talking  to 
Bert  Friedlob.  She  had  a  reasonable,  legiti- 


mate beef.  She  was  factual  and  firm.  Stu 
Heisler  called  her  for  the  scene.  It  is  one 
of  the  most  dramatic  and  poignant  mo- 
ments in  the  movie— a  page-long  mono- 
logue into  a  telephone.  She  went  before 
the  camera.  Stu  said,  "Action."  When  she 
heard  that  word  a  charge  went  through 
her.  Immediately  she  became  the  char- 
acter. She  picked  up  the  telephone  re- 
ceiver, dialed  and  spoke.  The  scene  ended. 
The  tears  were  streaming  down  my  face; 
Dale  was  crying  too.  Stu  Heisler  walked 
into  the  set  speechless  with  emotion  and 
put  his  arms  around  her.  Every  member 
of  the  crew  had  tears  in  his  eyes.  Then 
Bette  said,  "How  about  that?  I  remem- 
bered every  word!" 

People  get  a  delayed  reaction  froni  her. 
A  director  introduces  an  actor— "Miss 
Davis,  Mr.  Irish,"— and  they  go  into  an 
intimate  scene.  The  scene  will  be  made, 
the  director  will  say,  "Print  it,"  which 
means  "Okay,"  and  the  actor  who  has 
done  the  scene  starts  shaking.  "Golly, 
he'll  say.  "It  just  hit  me.  I  did  a  scene 
with  Bette  Davis."  Her  craft  is  so  big 
that  it  hits  the  actor  afterward,  because 
she  immediately  puts  him  at  his  ease. 

Although  Bette  is  ■  not  a  superstitious 
girl  she  does  believe  that  "everything 
good  happens  to  me  in  the  rain."  It  had 
been  blazing  hot  for  three  days  and,  as 
you  know,  it  never  rains  in  California  in 
the  summer.  But  on  this  particular  morn- 
ing there  were  great  splashes  of  water  on 
the  windshield  as  we  drove  to  the  studio. 
When  punctual  Bette  arrived,  there  was 
a  call  for  her  from  Gary.  He  told  her 
the  happy  news  that  she  had  won  her  in- 
come tax  hassle  with  the  government  It 
had  been  hanging  fire  in  the  courts  for 
11  years.  The  winning  of  the  case  means 
no  money  for  Bette,  but  if  she  had  lost  it 
she  would  have  been  very  broke. 

When  Gary  told  her  she  had  won  she 
screamed  as  only  Bette  Davis  can  scream. 
She  said,  "I  think  I'm  going  to  faint," 
but  her  voice  was  so  strong  that  no  fainting 
woman  could  have  uttered  the  words. 
There  were  more  reasons  than  one  why 
she  was  so  happy  about  winning  the  law 
suit.  Her  New  England  stubbornness  and 
sense  of  fair  play  entered  into  it. 

She  had  been  advised  to  "settle."  Shej 
had  been  told  that  "Nobody  can  win 
against  the  government."  But  Bette  knew 
that  she  was  right,  that  this  was  a  prece- 
dent case  and  if  she  won  it  others  would 
be  helped.  It  would  have  been  much 
easier  to  make  a  settlement  out  of  court. 
For  one  gruelling  day  she  thought  it  over 
"No,"  she  said.  "I  can't  settle.  IH  fight.' 

She  was  put  through  all  kinds  of  cross 
questioning  on  the  stand.  Four  days  of  it 
And  then  the  waiting.  And  now  the  re- 
ward. She  had  not  "settled."  She  had  n©1 
compromised,  and  she  had  won,  paving 
the  way  for  others  to  win. 

IT  would  be  wrong  to  give  the  idea  thai 
she's  a  saint.  That  she  is  not.  As  ai 
example,  a  co-actor  told  this  story: 

"I  knew  Bette  when  she  was  a  kid 
She  was  just  getting  a  toe-hold  in  the 
theater  in  summer  stock  on  Cape  Coo 
She  was  full  of  beans,  big-eyed— jus 
the  way  she  is  now,  a  great  worker. 

"The  director  of  the  stock  company  wa: 
a  woman  who  was  a  great  stage  star 
This  actress  didn't  like  young  girls  ven 
much  and  she  gave  Bette  a  rough  time 
A  really  rough  time.  ' 

"Years  passed.  Bette  became  the  nrs 
lady  of  Hollywood.  She  was  queen  of  he 
studio  when  the  actress  was  brought  ov. 
to  make  a  test  for  a  part  in  a  film. 

"Bette  just  appeared  on  the  set  tha 
morning  and  stood  there  watching  hei 
letting  her  know  that  she  had  remeir 
bered  those  rough  days.  And  I  love  Bet 
for  it.  I  thought  (Continued  on  page 


■  The  Birmingham  England  Stocking  factory 
hasn't  settled  down  yet.  The  lady  employees  still 
happily  remember  the  day  a  dozen  of  them 
had  visiting  Charlton  Heston  pinned  to  the  wall. 
"Coo-ee,"  they  sigh.  "Wot  a  ruddy  'unk  of  man!" 

The  "  'unk"  in  question  doesn't  understand 
this  attitude  at  all.  But  his  wife  Lydia  does. 
Though  she  proudly  agrees,  she's  also  a  little 
amused.  After  nine  years  of  marriage  she's  used 
to  the  routine.  She's  even  inured  to  the  eager 
females  who  bombard  her  with  queries  about 
the  man  in  her  life.  She  thinks  nothing  of  it 
when  a  nurse,  taking  her  case  history  in  a  hospital, 
asks  starchily,  "What  was  the  cause  of  the  death 
of  your  grandparents,  Mrs.  Heston?"  then 
melts  out  of  control  and  adds  without  taking  a 
breath,  "Oh,  Mrs.  Heston,  I  think  your  husband 
is  so  wonderful.  So  masterful!  So — so  male!" 
Lydia  knows  the  reason  {Continued  on  page  83) 


57 


met  the  one  man  whose 
true  love  could 
mean  my  whole  life's 
happiness,  how  would  I 
know?  He  himself  might 
not  even  know.  I  can 
only  pray  to  be  lucky." 


■  When  I  made  my  first  trip  back  to  Italy,  my  meetings  with  my  old  friends 
always  made  me  sad  and  worried.  Each  time  I  would  run  to  them,  crying  out 
in  delight,  "Hello,  Niccolo !  Hello,  Maria!"  because  they  might  be  boys  or 
girls  I  had  grown  up  with,  and  I  knew  their  hearts  were  full  of.  fun  and  we 
had  had  so  much  fun  together.  But  each  time  they  would  be  as  if  on  guard 
against  something.  They  would  smile,  only  so  much,  and  they  would  respond 
very  quietly,  not  like  they  used  to  at  all.  And  then  they  would  sit  talking, 
strange  and  stiff  with  me.  In  their  minds,  I  knew,  they  were  thinking,  "Oh, 
she  has  gained  great  success  and  she  is  not  one  of  us  now."  And  in  my  mind 
I  soon  started  thinking,  "Yes,  I  have  gained  much.  But  why  do  I  feel  as  if 
I  have  lost  something  .  .  .  something  terribly  important?" 

I  know  now.  It  was  not  only  that  I  had  been  cut  off  from  the  past,  it  was 
that  in  this  past,  when  I  was  nobody,  the  eyes  of  my  friends  had  to  be 
honest.  They  saw  just  me,  because  I  was  just  me,  nobody  special.  If  they 
then  liked  me  I  could  depend  on  it  as  a  true  liking.  But  now  it  is  not  so  simple. 
If  tomorrow  I  met  the  one  man  whose  true  love  could  mean  my  whole  life's 
happiness,  how  would  I  know?  He  himself  might  not  even  know.  He  might 
think  that  he  loved  what  I  was  as  a  woman  and  person,  and  yet  come  to  find 
out  it  was  who  I  was  as  an  actress  and  professional  personality.  "It  is  not 
enough  that  you  have  fo  find  a  good  man,"  I  say  to  myself  now.  "You  have 
also  to  be  very,  very  lucky!" 

Like  all  Italian  mothers,  my  mother  thinks  that  when  I  marry  it  should 
be  someone  she  considers  suitable.  She,  like  any  other  mother,  wants  security 
for  her  daughters.  She  speaks  to  me  of  this  often,  but  I  do  not  agree. 

My  answer  is  a  very  simple  one.  I  have  to  marry  him,  not  she.  I  have  to 
live  with  him,  not  she.  She  is  hurt  and  thinks  I  should  take  her  word  for  it 
that  I  will  be  happy.  How  can  I  do  this  when  what  I  am  gambling  is  my  whole 
future  life?   And  also,  when  from  all  that  I  hear,  and  from  what  little 


More  pictures  on  next  page 


No  wonder  Pier's  got  men  head-over-heels  about  her. 
She's  always  been  shown  as  a  demure  child,  never  as 

:he  actually  is! 


"It's  a  long  way  up,"  Pier  thinks  to  herself,  as  she  gazes 
up  at  the  trapeze  while  resting  between  practice 
sessions.  Her  wrists  are  taped  to  strengthen  them. 


continued 


Sitting  in  mid-air,  Pier  follows  instructions  of  coach  Harold  Voise,  who 
is  teaching  her  how  to  fly  through  the  air  on  a  trapeze  for  her  latest 
movie,  MGM's  The  Story  Of  Three  Loves.  Pier  used  to  study  ballet. 


experience  I  have  had,  I  am  convinced  the  odds  for 
meeting  the  one  man  who  can  mean  happiness  must 
be  less  than  even. 

It  is  true.  I  have  had  proof.  The  first  boy  I  knew  m 
Hollywood  I  liked  so  much.  He  had  a  charming  man- 
ner, he  talked  with  intelligence  and  I  enjoyed  being 
with  him.  Like  a  girl  will,  I  would  try  to  imagine 
how  it  would  be  if  he  were  my  husband,  and  the 
pictures  I  got  of  us  together  were  very  pleasing.  It 
was  like  this  for  several  months.  Gradually,  however, 
with  more  time,  something  not  good  began  tt>  show 
through  in  places.  He  seemed  to  adjust  his  personality 
automatically  to  the  importance  of  the  people  he  met. 
For  little  people  he  didn't  give  much  of  himself;  for 
big  people  he  had  lots  to  give  and  could  be  very 
warm.  I  couldn't  help  wondering  how  he  would  have 
treated  the  Pier  Angeli  I  used  to  be  before  I  stumbled 
into  the  movies.  Which  of  his  many  kinds  of  smiles 
would  he  have  for  her?  And  I  knew.  It  would  be 
one  of  his  small  ones,  one  of  his  tiny,  quick  ones, 
with  his  eyes  looking  over  my  head  to  see  if  anyone 
else  more  interesting  wasn't  around.  He  went  out 
of  my  dreams  very  quickly  after  that. 

With  others  it  does  not  take  so  long  to  see  through 
them.  The  most  common  of  these  are  the  boys  or 
men  who  seem  to  think  that  the  first  thing  to  do 
when  they  meet  a  girl  they  like  is  make  a  big  .im- 
pression. Some  of  the  things  that  then  happen  are 
almost  crazy.  One  man,  not  in  the  movies,  tried  to 
present  a  white  Jaguar  to  me.  My  mother  nearly  went 
out  of  her  head  thinking  (Continued  on  next  page) 


I  might  accept  it.    There  was  no  danger. 

And  then  there  are  some  boys  who  get 
the  idea  that,  since  I  am  a  newcomer  to 
Hollywood,  they  might  be  able  to  take  ad- 
vantage of  my  ignorance.  One  of  these 
drove  me  home  from  a  friend's  swimming 
party  one  afternoon.  As  he  stopped  the 
car,  he  turned  to  me  and  without  even  a 
word  tried  to  kiss  me.  I  pulled  back  and 
he  acted  as  if  he  was  surprised.  So  it  was 
/  who  asked,  "Did  I  do  something  wrong? 
Is  this  supposed  to  happen?" 

"Oh,  sure,"  he  said.  "A  boy  always  kisses 
a  girl  good-night.  They  think  nothing  of 
it." 

"You  mean  any  boy,  with  any  girl?"  I 
asked.  "She  doesn't  have  to  feel  that  he 
likes  only  her?" 

"Sure,  that's  how  it  is  here,"  he  said.  "It 
doesn't  mean  anything." 

"Oh!"  I  said.  "I  don't  believe  it.  But 
if  that  is  true,  I  don't  think  I'll  bother. 
Let's  go  in." 

He  opened  his  mouth  to  argue  and  then 
closed  it  and  looked  annoyed.  He  took 
me  to  my  door  in  silence. 

Later  on  my  girl  friends  told  me  he  was 
trying  to  pull  "a  fast  one."  But  they  didn't 
need  to  tell  me.  I  knew.  With  all  that  a 
kiss  can  mean,  most  girls  don't  go  around 
making  no  more  of  it  then  if  they  were 
saying  "Hello"  or  "Goodbye."  This  is  a 
boy's  game,  and  women  everywhere  are 
smarter  than  that. 

In  Italy  a  girl  cannot  marry  without  her 
parents'  consent,  can  sign  no  kind  of  con- 
tract, in  fact,  until  she  is  21  years  old.  She 
is  completely  in  her  parents'  hands  as  far 
as  her  personal  life  is  concerned.  I  say 
this  is  in  Italy.  For  me  it  is  also  true  in 
the  United  States.  My  mother  cannot 
change  her  beliefs  just  because  we  are  in 
another  country.  This  I  understand,  but 
sometimes  it's  a  little  hard  when  we  talk 
about  what  I  can  and  cannot  do.  It  isn't 
that  L.think  it  is  a  bad  custom.  It  has  al- 
ways been  my  feeling  that  if  you  bottle  up 
a  girl  until  she  is  21,  she  does  not  over- 
night acquire  great  brains  and  control  just 
because  the  law  says  she  is  now  legally  re- 
sponsible for  herself.  I  say  to  my  mother 
that  a  girl  has  to  start  meeting  boys  when 
she  is  younger,  be  with  them,  get  used  to 
them,  so  she  can  build  up  poise  for  later 
when  she  has  to  deal  with  men.  After  all, 
if  a  girl  has  high  morals,  boys  are  not  so 
hard  to  handle.  But  to  start  right  off 
dealing  with  men  can  be  frightening. 

"Put  when  I  say  that  I  should  be  per- 
mitted to  go  out  with  boys,  my  mother 
always  has  proof  that  I  shouldn't— a  news- 
paper clipping.  She  reads  the  story  to  me. 
It  says  I  am  holding  hands  with  this  one, 
or  going  places  with  that  one,  or  deeply  in 
love  with  another.  Once,  soon  after  we  got 
to  Hollywood,  my  mother  came  to  me  with 
a  columnist's  guess  that  said  I  was  already 
secretly  married  to  a  Brazilian  boy. 
"People  talk  when  they  see  this  kind  of 
thing,"  she  said.  "It  is  not  nice.  That  is 
why  I  do  not  want  you  to  go  out  alone  with 
boys." 

"People  will  talk  anyway,"  I  said.  "It 
is  always  like  that."  Many  times  we  have 
talked  of  this,  my  mother  saying  my  repu- 
tation will  not  be  good.  I  try  to  make  her 
understand  that  a  girl  must  get  used  to 
being  a  woman,  not  shot  out  like  from  a 
cannon  when  she  is  21  .  .  .  but  she  cannot 
appreciate  this  and  I  do  not  want  to  make 
her  unhappy.  I  know  she  is  not  afraid  that 
maybe  I  am  in  love  with  someone.  She 
knows  that  when  it  really  happens  I  will 
tell  the  whole  world.  I  won't  have  to  tell. 
My  feet  will  dance  out  with  the  truth. 

My  friends  who  know  my  mother  say 
that  I  am  becoming  Americanized  and  my 
mother  is  still  an  Italian.  But  this  is  not 
too  true.  She  has  eyes  to  see  what  is  going 
on  in  this  country,  and  even  if  she  is 
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can wives  have.  In  Italy  the  husband  is 
the  boss.  The  men  are  more  possessive  and, 
it  seems  to  me,  more  jealous,  as  husbands. 
It  is  not  that  they  are  a  different  kind  ot 
men,  I  feel  that  they  have  been  brought 
up  that  way.  Someone  once  said  to  me 
that  maybe  I  would  be  happier  if  I  mar- 
ried an  Italian  boy.  I  said,  No!  right 
away  ...  not  because  I  would  not  like  or 
want  to  be  married  to  an  Italian.  I  would 
only  it  would  not  be  fair  to  him.  Alter 
living  in  America  I  could  no  longer  accept 
the  position  in  society  that  an  Italian  wife 
must.  It  would  cause  trouble  that  would 
really  not  be  his  fault  but  mine. 

Because  the  husband  is  gomg  to  be  the 
boss,  Italian  parents  seem  to  leave  the 
whole  job  of  teaching  a  girl  about  life  to 
him  They  do  not  tell  their  daughters 
the  things  that  parents  in  this  country  often 
tell  their  children  .  .  .  what  is  good  and 
what  is  evil.  Oh,  most  children  find  out, 
from  friends,  from  elders  whose  words  they 
listen  to  with  big  ears,  but  not  always  in 
the  right  way.  So  it  is  to  her  husband  a 
girl  must  look  for  what  is  the  real  truth, 
and  it  is  on  him  she  is  supposed  to  depend 
for  both  guidance  and  knowledge  the  rest 
of  her  life.  I  could  no  longer  come  to  a 
man  with  such  a  submissive  attitude. 

Since  it  is  an  accepted  thing  in  Italy  that 
the  parents  know  best  what  a  girl  should  or 
should  not  do,  there  are  not  even  discus- 
sions about  it  .  .  .  just  orders.  Even  to  this 
day  my  mother  has  never  sat  down  quietly 
with  me  to  talk  over  my  problems  .  .  .  and 
I  have  just  become  20!  At  times  I  have 
tried  to  convince  her  patiently  that  I  must 
have  more  liberty.  And  a  tiny  bit  I  have 
won.  Some  boys,  a  few  whom  my  mother 
has  met  and  approves,  are  permitted  now 
to  take  me  out  .  .  .  that  is,  not  just  out,  but 
to  a  definite  place  or  party  my  mother 
knows  about.  But  to  know  a  boy,  to  have 
him  call  up  and  take  me  where  he  has 
planned— that  I  cannot  do.   When  I  am  21 

Honolulu  loony 


(Continued  from  page  35)  "That  it  is,"  said 
Jerry  Lewis. 

The  clerk's  voice  took  on  a  pleading 
tone.  "Please,  Mr.  Lewis,"  he  said.  "You've 
got  to  stop  scaring  the  bell  boys  and  the 
other  guests.  We  can't  have  that  sort  ot 
thing  here  you  know." 

"All  I  did,"  said  Jerry,  leaning  back  on 
a  lounge  and  leering  into  the  phone,  "was 
try  to  be  friendly  when  the  man  delivered 
the  icG. 

"The  boy  claims  he  saw  the  Devil 
standing  on  your  terrace,"  the  clerk  said 
indignantly. 

"He  did,  eh?"  asked  Jerry  thoughtfully. 
"Tell  you  what.  Ask  that  man  from  the 
joke  store  to  come  back  here  right  away 
—and  then  send  me  up  some  more  ice 
water  in  about  half-an-hour." 

The  clerk  groaned,  hung  up  the  phone 
and  quickly  swallowed  another  aspirin. 

It  was  just  a  simple  incident  in  the  life 
of  Jerry  Lewis,  a  jesting  moment  while 
on  his  vacation,  but  to  the  Hawaiian  citizens 
involved,  it  was  another  terrifying  expe- 
rience—one of  many  odd  and  uncomfortable 
experiences  that  had  been  happening  eyer 
since  Jerry  Lewis  and  his  group  had  de- 
scended on  the  Hawaiian  Islands. 

Not  even  a  Jerry  Lewis  vacation  is 
orthodox.  Most  people  plan  their  holidays, 
check  the  travel  folders,  consult  the  ticket 
agents,  pack  carefully  and  with  restraint. 
They  plot  itineraries  with  an  eye  to  making 
the  most  of  each  hour— and  when  it  is  all 
'  done  they  shuffle  off  to  rest  and  play  and 
rest  some  more  and  store  up  energy  arid 
memories  to  last  for  the  balance  of  the 
workaday  year.  Not  Jerry  Lewis. 
6''     The  Honolulu  vacation  we  are  speakmg 


I  shall  gain  this  right  ...  and  I  am  trying 
to  curb  my  impatience. 

One  boy,  who  is  a  trusted  friend  as  far 
as  my  mother  is  concerned,  is  John 
Barrymore,  Jr.  In  this  I  agree  with  her. 
I  think  he  has  something  fine  to  him  and 
that  the  whole  world  will  know  it  some 
day.  It  is  funny,  because  before  I  met  him 
I  had  heard  unkind  things  about  him.  One 
day  at  a  party  which  was  very  dull,  and 
where  my  sister  and  I  sat  arguing  with 
each  other  just  to  pass  the  time,  tins  tall 
boy  with  black  hair  was  introduced  to  me 
and  I  liked  him  immediately.  From  that 
day  on,  my  liking  for  him  has  increased. 
There  came  another  day  when  he  touched 
my  heart  to  tears.  He  dropped  over  and 
said  he  had  heard  I  was  going  to  Europe 
for  a  picture.  "I  felt  I  had  to  bring  you 
something  ...  for  luck,"  he  said.  I  know 
it  will  bring  you  luck." 

And  he  gave  me  ...  a  treasure  .  . .  .  his 
father's  old  leather  make-up  kit!  If  you 
know  what  kind  of  a  compliment  this  can 
be  to  a  young  actress,  what  it  could  mean! 
I  tried  to  tell  Johnny,  and  that's  when  1 
cried.  But  I  didn't  have  to  tell  him.  He 
knew.  .  , 

When  I  went  to  Mexico  on  location  toi 
my  picture  Sombrero  I  thought  that  per- 
haps there,  away  from  Hollywood,  my 
mother  would  be  more  lenient  with  me. 
But  it  did  not  turn  out  this  way.  My 
mother's  first  impression  of  Mexico  was  a 
frightening  one  .  .  .  though  later  she 
learned  to  like  the  country.  We  were  taken 
to  a  bull  fight  in  Mexico  City  by  Miguel 
Aleman,  son  of  the  President  of  the  coun- 
try. When  my  mother  saw  what  was  hap- 
pening in  the  arena,  she  was  horrified.  "Oh, 
the  poor  bull!  The  poor  bull!"  she  cried 
Miguel  turned  to  her  in  some  alarm  and 
cautioned  her.  "You  must  not  say  that, 
he  said.  "The  people  here  do  not  feel  this 
way  about  the  bull  and  will  resent  it. 

It  is  true  that  there  are  too  many  stories 

of  was  born  in  an  instant.  Jerry,  his  wife, 
Patty,  his  press  agent,  Jack  Keller,  Mrs. 
Keller  and  Jerry's  doctor,  Martin  Levy 
were  sitting  in  the  Lewis  play  room  one 
night  when  the  phone  rang  for  the  twentieth 
time.   Jerry  groaned. 

"If  that  thing  rings  once  more,  Jerry 
cried,  "I'm  going  off  someplace  and  hide. 
I'll  go  some  place  where  nobody  can  get 
me  on  the  phone."  , 

Keller  answered  the  call.  He  s  not 
here,"  he  said.   "I  think  he  went  to  Hono- 

1UThat  was  as  far  as  he  got.  Jerry  slammed 
the  phone  out  of  Keller's  hand  and  back 
on  the  hook.  ,  , 

"That's  it,"  he  shouted.  "Patty,  pack 
the  bags."  . 

"Where  are  we  going?    asked  Fatty. 
"To    where   he    said,"    Jerry  snorted. 
"Honolulu.    Come  on,  we'll  leave  ;  right 
now_before  the  phone  rings  again.  ^ 

"You  can't  go  any  place  that  fast,  said 
Keller.  "You've  got  to  make  reservations 
and  get  tickets  and.  ..." 

"Then  go  ahead  and  do  it,  said  Jerry. 
"And  you  and  your  wife  come  along,  too. 
It  was  all  your  idea." 

"But  you're  supposed  to  be  taking  >  it 
easy,"  interrupted  Dr.  Levy.  'Youve 
just  finished  a  tough  tour." 

"Okay,"  said  Jerry  to  Keller,  get  him 
a  ticket,  too,  so  he  can  see  that  I  take  it 
easy.   We'll  leave  in  an  hour.' 


in  the  newspapers  about  Hollywood  ro- 
mances and  that  they  do  give  a  bad  im- 
pression. On  that  trip  to  Italy  I  went  to  see 
my  old  director,  Leonide  Mugoy,  who 
started  me  in  pictures.  He  acted  hurt. 
Then,  "How  could  you  have  become  en- 
gaged so  soon  in  Hollywood?"  he  wanted 
to  know.  "Poof!  Just  like  that!  And  was 
it  wise?  And  how  could  you  have  done 
this  without  letting  me  know,  so  that  1 
wouldn't  have  to  read  about  it  m  the 

It  wasn't  so,  of  course.  He  had  read  the 
false  story  that  I  had  become  engaged  to 
Arthur  Loew,  Jr.,  who  is  a  great  friend, 
but  to  whom  I  have  never  been  engaged. 
But  Leonide  had  been  worried  that  I  had 
made  some  sudden,  thoughtless  move, 
without  sufficient  consideration  without 
real  thought. 


There  were  protests,  refusals  and  then  a 
lot  of  telephone  calls  (outgoing)— and 
while  they  didn't  leave  in  an  hour,  the  next 
morning  at  ten  o'clock  found  the  five  trav- 
elers at  the  Los  Angeles  International  Air- 
port boarding  a  trans-Pacific  plane  for 
Honolulu.  And  while  the  airport  employ- 
ees weighed  and  stowed  the  outrageous 


Because  I  was  so  young  when  I  started 
in  movies  in  Italy,  most  of  the  men  I 
worked  with  were  sure  I  knew  very  little 
about  life  (which  was  not  far  wrong)  and 
sought  to  protect  me  with  advice.  This 
time  when  I  came  back  and  they,  too,  had 
read  all  the  items  about  supposed  ro- 
mances in  Hollywood,  they  were  annoyed 
with  me.  "We  will  adopt  you,  and  any  boy 
you  go  with  will  have  to  come  and  talk 
to  us  first!"  they  warned. 

No  I  am  grateful  to  have  a  mother  who 
has  my  welfare  at  heart,  even  if  we  do  not 
always  agree  how  it  shall  be  guarded.  1 
am  grateful  that  my  friends  concern  them- 
selves over  me  and  give  me  advice.  But 
what  I  sense  I  really  need  is  what  every 
young  person  needs,  and  this  I  pray  for 
every  night.  I  pray  that  I  shall  be  lucky 
in  love.  Believe  me,  in  these  prayers  1 
don't  see  the  Cadillac  at  the  door,  the 
mink  coat  and  the  house  busy  with  ser- 
vants. I  don't  want  to  complicate  my 
chances.  What  I'm  thinking  about,  dream- 
ing about,  is  just  love  .  .  .  true,  lasting 
love. 

mass  of  luggage,  Jerry  just  stood  back 
and  sneered  his  superiority  at  his  four  com- 
panions—who had  said  it  couldnt  be  done. 

The  11-hour  trip  across  the  ocean  was 
uneventful,  only  because  Jerry  Lewis,  who 
can't  stand  still  five  minutes  on  the  ground, 
immediately  falls  asleep  when  he  gets  on 
a  plane  and  doesn't  open  his  eyes  until 
he  is  nudged  awake  by  a  hostess  who 
wants  to  tell  him  to  fasten  his  safety  belt 
for  a  landing.  But  when  he  did  open  his 
eyes  it  was  to  greet  a  sight  he  says  he  11 
never  forget.  Like  emeralds  on  a  shim- 
mering royal  blue  cloth,  the  islands  lay 
below.  Fringed  in  white  froth  where  the 
breakers  caressed  the  beaches,  they  looked 
like  nothing  real  that  anyone  m  the  party 
had  ever  seen. 

It  was  about  six  o'clock  in  the  evening 
when  the  ship  skimmed  in  for  a  landing 
at  the  Honolulu  Airport.  A  warm  ram 
was  falling,  although  it  was  so  light  no 
one  appeared  to  notice  it  but  as  the  plane 
flew  through  the  moisture-laden  air  dozens 
of  small  rainbows  were  created  and  passed 
through  and  when  the  wheels  hit  the 
ground  and  sent  up  curving  curtains  ot 
spray  it  seemed  to  the  passengers  that  they 
had  landed  on  a  field  of  sparkling  jewels. 
The  ship  was  taxi'd  to  the  administration 
building  and  when  the  doors  were  opened 
a  group  of  dancing  girls  met  the  disem- 
barking passengers  and  piled  leis  around 
their  necks,  a  traditional  welcome  to  a 
visitor  to  the  islands. 

The  first  night  at  the  Royal  Hawaiian 
was  unforgettable  for  more  than  one  rea- 
son The  first  was  that  the  exotic  beauty 
of  Honolulu  was  breath  taking,  and  an- 
other that  Jerry  never  let  his  wife  and 
friends  forget  that  the  whole  Aing-the 
transport  from  the  common  world  of  Cali- 
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thought  he  was  insufferable  in  his  smug 
demand  for  credit,  like  some  pompous 
magician  who  had  pulled  several  good 
sized  rabbits  from  the  same  hat. 

They  had  dinner  in  the  four-room  Lanai 
suite  shared  by  the  Lewises  and  the  Kel- 
lers, and  with  the  French  doors  wide  open, 
ate  to  the  soft  swish  of  the  surf  washing 
the  beach  below  them.  The  others  very 
nearly  threw  Jerry  from  the  balcony 
when  he  cocked  a  concerned  eye  at  Dr. 
Levy  and  remarked: 

"You  look  a  little  tired  to  me,  Doc.  You 
better  get  a  bit  of  rest  in  the  next  few 
days." 

The  good  Doctor,  who  had  packed,  made 
arrangements  to  have  his  practice  looked 
after  by  an  associate,  and  spent  the  night 
before  going  over  the  conditions  of  his 
patients  with  his  replacement  just  to 
please  Jerry,  wanted,  at  that  moment, 
to  prescribe  a  stomach  ache  for  the 
comedian. 


'The  first  ,  day  in  Honolulu  was  devoted 
to  a  visit  to  the  United  States  Naval 
Base  and  a  pilgrimage  to  Pearl  Harbor. 
The  Navy  men  heard  Jerry  was  in  town 
and  asked  him  to  drop  by  the  base  for  a 
morale-building  chat.  And  Jerry,  with 
Captain  Cross,  a  veteran  escorter,  spent  the 
early  part  of  the  day  touring  the  ships  and 
land  establishments  of  the  fleet  and  meet- 
ing the  men.  Then,  late  in  the  afternoon, 
the  party  was  taken  to  the  graveyard  of  the 
mighty  ships  that  were  sunk  on  December 
7,  1941— a  sacred  place  that  is  also  the 
last  home  of  the  hundreds  of  men  of  the 
Navy  who  died  in  the  first  furious  hour  of 
the  late  war. 

This  was  the  only  time  during  their  stay 
in  Honolulu  that  Jerry  Lewis  was  serious. 
He  took  Patty  by  the  hand  and  led  her  to 
the  wooden  platform  that  has  been  erected 
over  the  wreckage  of  the  battle  ship  Ari- 
zona. They  stood  silently  and  read  a 
bronze  plaque  commemorating  the  men  who 
had  gone  down  with  her  that  said:  "May 
God  make  his  face  to  shine  upon  them  and 
grant  them  peace."  And  then  they  threw 
ginger  leis  upon  the  silent  water  and 
watched  them  carried  out  to  sea — and  they 
spoke  a  silent  prayer. 

Well,  when  the  group  finally  got  around 
to  checking  the  luggage  that  night  they 
got  quite  a  shock.  It  was  figured  roughly 
that  they  had  carried  about  300  pounds  of 
excess  baggage,  including  eight  bags  of 
golf  clubs,  sufficient,  Jerry  had  thought  in 
his  own  evaluation,  to  last  them  for  a  week 
of  golfing.  And,  it  seemed,  everyone  had 
plenty  of  clothes  for  sitting  on  the  beach, 
but  hardly  anything  to  walk  around  the 
town  in.  Among  the  five  of  them  there 
was  one  pair  of  slippers — and  Jerry  ruined 
them  the  next  morning  when,  in  an  effort 
to  get  them  away  from  Keller,  he  chased 
his  press  agent  right  into  the  ocean  while 
wearing  them. 

The  clothes  problem  became  acute  the 
second  night.  Jerry  and  Jack  were  sched- 
uled to  drop  in  for  a  cocktail  with  a  group 
of  GFs  stationed  in  the  city.  Because  it 
was  hot,  they  slipped  into  a  cocktail 
lounge  in  the  hotel  for  a  cold  glass  of  beer, 
but  the  barman  refused  to  serve  them 
because  they  were  not  in  tuxedo  whites. 
And  they  also  found  to  their  consternation, 
that  they  would  not  be  allowed  into  the 
hotel  dining  room  for  dinner  without 
formal  attire. 

"Well,  what  are  you  going  to  do,"  said 
Jerry  philosophically.  "So  we'll  eat  in  the 
room." 

"I  didn't,"  said  Keller  indignantly,  "fly 
across  the  Pacific  Ocean  to  eat  in  a 
hotel  room.  This  trip  should  have  been 
planned." 

"ft  was  planned,"  said  Jerry  innocently. 
We're  here,  aren't  we?" 
That  Keller  couldn't  deny,  so  he  shook 


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his  head  in  confusion  and  hustled  the 
comedian  off  to  tell  a  few  jokes  to  the 
soldiers  downtown. 

There  was  precious  little  rest  for  the 
party  during  the  next  six  days-,  but  lots 
of  fun.  Each  morning  they  all  got  up 
together  and  played  a  round  of  golf  at 
one  of  the  Island's  beautiful  courses.  Then 
they  hurried  to  the  beach  and  lay  in  the 
sun  and  played  pranks  on  one  another— 
and  the  poor  guests  of  the  hotel.  They  be- 
came brown  as  natives,  soaking  up  the 
clear,  white  sun  as  though  it  were  the  last 
they'd  see  of  it.  Several  times  the  man- 
agement must  have  considered  barring 
Jerry  from  the  strand  'in  front  of  the 
hotel,  because  he  was  constantly  thinking 
up  new  ways  to  harass  any  victim  in  sight. 
But  the  guests  really  seemed  to  enjoy  it. 
Watching  Jerry  clown  about  the  beach  was 
like  having  a  ringside  table  at  the  Copa- 
cabana  with  no  check  to  pay  when  it  was 
over. 

The  beach  boys  particularly  loved  Jerry. 
Most  of  them  are  of  the  pure  Hawaiian 
strain,  rare  on  the  island,  and  they  love 
fun  as  much .  as  children.  One  of  them, 
a  strapping  fellow  of  60  named  Chick 
Daniels,  was  pal  to  all  of  them,  but  became 
a  real  buddy  to  Jerry.  He  would  lie  in 
the  sand  and  recount  for  hour  after  hour 
the  tales  of  his  adventures  on  the  Mainland 
when  Arthur  Godfrey  had  him  flown  to 
New  York  to  play  the  ukulele  cn  his  TV 
program.  And  Jerry  made  him  repeat  the 
yarns  over  and  over  again,  fascinated  at 
the  new  facets  each  time  the  stories  were 
told.  The  others  didn't  realize  what  he 
was  up  to  until  they  were  just  about  to 
leave— and  Chick  told  his  adventure  for 
the  last  time.  He  sounded  exactly  like  a 
jive  hound  from  the  Catskills,  for  his 
pleasant  Hawaiian  speech  had  been  de- 
liberately adulterated  by  Jerry  until  it 
was  liberally  sprinkled  with  terms  that 
the  comic  used  in  his  vaudeville  and  night 
clubs  turns. 

Everybody,  of  course,  had  cameras  and 
it  was  estimated  when  they  left  for  home 
that  an  extra  50  pounds  was  added  to  their 
excess  baggage  weight  by  the  exposed 
film  they  had  accumulated.  Of  them  all 
Jerry  was  the  best  photographer,  and  he 
drove  the  Doctor  and  Keller,  who  both 
fancied    themselves    fair    camera  hands, 


crazy  with  his  complete  disregard  for  ex- 
posure meters  and  other  gadgets — and  al- 
ways came  up  with  perfect  pictures. 

While  the  girls  took  it  pretty  easy,  keep- 
ing out  of  most  of  the  horseplay,  they,  too, 
suffered  at  the  hands  of  Mr.  Jerry  Lewis. 
One  experience  they  will  never  forget  is 
the  ride  they  took  on  a  Catamaran — a  sail 
boat  with  a  split  hull  that  rides  the  surface 
of  the  sea  on  narrow  runners  very  much 
like  a  sled.  The  thing  looked  innocent 
enough,  and  after  being  assured  that  it 
couldn't  capsize,  the  girls  agreed  to  go  for 
a  short  sail  offshore.  Jerry  established  them 
at  the  front  of  the  craft,  straddling  the 
foreparts  of  the  runners,  and  suggested 
that  they  hold  on  to  the  guy  wires  to  the 
mast  for  a  more  secure  ride.  Then,  after 
only  having  been  checked  out  on  the  thing 
once,  he  hoisted  full  sail  and  headed  for 
the  open  sea.  He  had  neglected  to  tell 
the  girls  that  a  Catamaran  is  the  fastest 
sail  boat  in  the  world— but  the  girls  dis- 
covered this  for  themselves  in  short  order. 

With  Jerry  at  the  helm  and  handling  the 
sail,  the  craft  suddenly  took  off  like  a  tor- 
pedo and  hit  a  speed  of  better  than  40 
miles  an  hour.  For  an  hour  Jerry  ma- 
neuvered the  beat  among  the  tall  waves 
while  the  kids  hung  on  for  dear  life, 
each  new  wave  giving  them  a  fresh  bath 
and  the  scare  of  their  lives.  And  when 
Jerry  finally  brought  the  craft  ashore  the 
sun  bathers  were  treated  to  a  very  unusual 
sight— two  very  wet  and  very  angry  girls 
chasing  a  lanky  young  man  down  the  white 
strand  of  beach  intent  on  murder.  They 
finally  had  to  give  up  that  small  revenge, 
though,  when  Jerry  began  howling  in  pre- 
tended terror  for  the  police,  claiming  the 
girls  were  trying  to  rob  him.  They  quick- 
ly ducked  indoors  and  Jerry  stayed  out  un- 
til he  was  sure  their  anger  had  abated. 

Jerry  and  Patty  Lewis  and  their  friends 
did  so  many  things  during  their  week 
in  Honolulu  that  it  would  take  pages  and 
pages  to  even  list  them  quickly.  And 
most  of  them  were  real  tourist  things. 
They  visited  the  oriental  •  shops,  where 
Jerry  pretended  to  speak  Chinese,  com- 
pletely confusing  the  stoic  shopkeepers 
who  felt  they  had  stumbled  upon  a  new 
and  rare  dialect.  They  visited  the  fam- 
ous volcano,  but  nobody  would  get  very 
close,  not  knowing  just  how  far  Jerry 


would  go  for  a  practical  joke.  They  scouted 
the  island  to  get  pictures  of  the  rare  tropi- 
cal blooms — and  hacked  their  way  through 
jungles  of  exotic  growth  just  a  few  miles 
from  town. 

They  even  went  to  the  movies,  but  main- 
ly as  a  gag.  Jerry  learned  that  all  seats 
in  Honolulu  movies  are  reserved,  so  he 
wanted  to  test  the  efficiency  of  this  system. 
They  bought  tickets,  went  inside,  and  for 
15  frantic  minutes  most  of  the  theater  help 
was  snatching  Jerry  from  illegal  seats 
while  the  audience,  not  recognizing  him 
in  the  dark,  completely  forgot  the  picture 
to  watch  the  chase  of  the  tall  shadow 
around  the  auditorium. 

Pretty  soon  it  came  time  to  leave.  By 
this  time  the  party  was  used  to  the  sudden 
rains  and,  like  the  natives,  completely  ig- 
nored them,  preferring  to  stand  outdoors 
and  wallow  in  the  beautiful  rainbows  that 
are  as  plentiful  in  Honolulu  as  surf  boards. 
It  was  raining  again  when  they  took  a  taxi 
from  the  hotel  for  the  airport.  The  group 
was  silent  as  they  stood  waiting  for  the 
word  to  board  the  airplane.  They  didn't 
want  to  leave,  really.  Off  in  the  distance, 
the  inevitable  Hawaiian  music,  bidding  de- 
parting guests  to  return  again  soon,  made 
them  unhappy.  Jerry  cracked  a  joke  about 
"Where  is  the  guy  who  says  now  we  leave 
beautiful  Honolulululu?"  and  everybody 
laughed,  but  half-heartedly. 

The  next  day  Jerry  and  Jack  Keller  were 
sitting  in  Jerry's  playroom  in  Cali- 
fornia when  Dean  Martin  called.' 

"I  been  thinking  about  you,  Jer,"  said 
Dean.  "You  know  we've  got  another  cou- 
ple of  weeks  before  we  go  to  work — and 
you  ought  to  get  a  little  rest.  Go  away 
somewhere.  I've  been  trying  to  get  you 
for  a  week  to  suggest  it." 

Keller  heard  the  dialogue  as  clearly  as 
though  Dean  were  in  the  same  room.  He 
watched  Jerry  closely. 

"Yeah,"  said  Jerry,  "where  do  you  think 
I  ought  to  go?  Jamaica?  How  do  you 
get  there?" 

Keller  didn't  wait  to  find  out.  He  hit 
the  floor  running  and  didn't  stop.  He  didn't 
want  to  leave  for  Jamaica  in  an  hour,  not 
him.  END 

{Jerry  Lewis  will  soon  be  seen  in  Hal 
Wallis'  The  Stooge.) 


24  days  of  davis 


(Continued  from  page  56)  it  was  a  very 
just  desert." 

Bette  is  uncompromising  and  she  can 
be  unforgiving,  but  her  humor  saves  her 
from  ever  making  a  fool  of  herself.  For 
example,  it  is  well  known  that  Bette  has 
fought  with  many  of  her  directors.  And 
when  Bette  fights  she  doesn't  kid  around. 

There  is  a  line  which  has  Miss  Davis 
declare,  "I  always  get  along  with  my  di- 
rectors." In  the  scene  was  a  fine  actor, 
Minor  Watson.  During  rehearsal  he  for- 
got his  next  line  after  Bette's.  Bette  read 
her  line,  "I  always  get  along  with  my 
directors."  He  did  not  speak.  Bette  said, 
so  that  all  could  hear.  "You're  right.  Dead 
silence  is  the  only  answer  to  that." 

She  has  so  much  confidence  one  would 
think  she  could  never  be  scared  profes- 
sionally. Yet  she  was  frightened  of  the 
musical  revue  she  is  doing  on  the  stage. 
It  is  a  show  called  Two's  Company.  She 
sings  in  several  sketches — she  has  a  low, 
throaty  voice.  "I'm  really  a  bass,"  she  says 
—and  she  still  wakes  up  in  the  middle 
of  the  night  in  a  cold  sweat  wondering 
if  she  will  remember  the  lyrics  of  the 
songs  when  she  gets  on  the  stage.  She 
needn't  fret. 

Sterling  Hayden  told  me  one  day, 
64  "Sometimes  when  I  start  to  do  a  scene  all 


of  a  sudden  the  lines  will  go.  I  know  them 
perfectly  well  but  I  can't  think  of  a  word. 
Then  Bette  says  her  line.  All  of  a  sudden 
there  is  mine.  Her  confidence  transfers 
itself  to  me  and  I  am  able  to  give  it  back 
to  her.  Does  that  make  sense?"  Knowing 
Bette,  that  makes  good  sense. 

She  is  completely  without  affectation. 
We  were  talking  one  day  about  a 
scene  where  the  heroine  must  make  like 
a  big  movie  star,  coming  on  the  set  in  the 
grand  manner,  patronizing  the  crew  with 
fatuous  "thank-yous"  for  any  small  serv- 
ice, playing  up  to  the  producer.  Bette  said, 
"I  couldn't  do  it  myself.  I'd  get  so  bored 
with  all  that  nonsense."  Yet  she  tells  a 
story  on  herself  about  once  when  she, 
along  with  numerous  other  celebrities,  was 
at  a  banquet.  Everyone  was  taking  bows. 
The  master  of  ceremonies  made  a  juicy 
introduction  of  a  great  artist,  a  first  lady 
of  show  business.  Bette  says  she  had  her 
smile  all  set  and  was  in  a  half  crouch 
ready  to  spring  up  to  take  the  bow,  when 
the  M.  C.  with  a  flourish  said,  "I  give  you 
Miss  Laurette  Taylor." 

It  really  embarrasses  her  to  accept  an 
accolade.  "I  just  don't  know  where  to 
look."  Yet  she  is  the  first  to  give  credit 
where  credit  is  due.  She  is  fascinated 
watching  other  actors  work,  and  she  will 
come  away  from  a  scene  to  say,  "Now 
that's  a  real  actor." 


Before  we  began  the  picture  the  only 
question  in  the  producer's  mind  was 
Bette's  ability  to  work  hard  enough  to 
complete  the  picture  in  24  days,  the  sched- 
ule necessary  to  get  her  to  New  York  in 
time  to  start  rehearsals  on  her  Broadway 
show.  Since  she  is  in  almost  every  scene 
this  would  be  a  prodigious  chore.  Also 
three-fourths  of  the  picture  would  be  pho- 
tographed away  from  the  studio  to  take 
advantage  of  live  backgrounds-a  ship- 
yard in  San  Pedro,  a  coffee  shop  in  Los 
Angeles,  a  real  auction  gallery— and  this 
constant  changing  of  location  is  difficult 
and  gruelling. 

He  could  have  saved  himself  an  ulcer. 

This  woman  works  like  a  demon.  She  is 
never  so  much  as  half  a  minute  late.  She 
is  ahead  of  time.  She  is  ready  before  she 
is  called  for  a  scene.  She  knows  her  lines 
letter  perfect  when  she  reports  for  work. 
She  can  make  a  change  of  costume  m 
nothing  flat.  Friedlob's  problem  has  been 
keeping  up  with  her. 

Just  watching  her  is  so  exhausting  that 
when  I  come  home  at  night  I'm  too  tired 
to  do  anything  but  fall  into  bed  and  feel 
ashamed,  knowing  that  Bette  is  at  home 
learning  lines  for  her  next  day. 

And  for  the  rest  of  my  days  111  never 
forget  the  24  days— which  seems  a  life- 
time, but  good— I  Spent  with  Bette  Davis. 

Best  always, 
Katherine  Albert 


living  with  lucy 


(Continued  from  page  46)  he  announced. 

"Just  for  the  new  wing?"  Lucille 
shouted. 

Desi  nodded  happily.  Lucille  nervously 
ran  a  hand  through  her  carrot-colored 
hair.  "Jumping  catfish,"  she  said,  "the 
whole  house  only  cost  us  $16,500  originally." 

"Who  cares  about  money?"  Desi  cried. 
"We're  gonna  become  parents." 

Right  now  the  only  regret  Lucy  and  Desi 
have  about  the  new  wing  is  that  they  didn't 
build  it  larger.  As1  all  their  fans  know, 
come  January,  the  nursery  will  have  an- 
other resident. 

W/"hen  Lucy  and  Desi  first  laid  eyes  on 
"  the  Desilu  Ranch  it  was  a  forlorn  bit 
of  property  with  a  partly-furnished  house 
set  in  the  middle  of  five  acres  of  seedling 
citrus  trees.  Time  has  lent  improvements. 
The  grove  of  350  trees  is  now  so  thick  you 
can  hardly  see  the  white  frame  house  and 
the  odor  of  orange  blossoms  is  overpower  - 
ingly  sweet.  Not  satisfied  with  raising 
oranges  alone,  Desi  has  planted  avocados, 
peaches  and  an  arbor  of  grapes.  To  remind 
him  of  the  plantation  he'd  been  raised  on 
in  Santiago,  Cuba,  he's  also  built  a  rustic 
pool  with  a  waterfall  at  one  end.  Today 
when  people  ask  Lucille  what  kind  of  a 
home  she  lives  in  she  says,  "Oh,  just  a  little 
ranch-house  overshadowed  by  trees,  a 
nursery  and  a  rock-edged  pool." 

Lucy  and  Desi  bought  their  ranch  when 
it  was  a  part  of  the  Sessnon  Oil  Estates. 
It  was  located  on  picturesque,  uncrowded 
land  in  the  San  Fernando  Valley  far  re- 
moved from  Hollywood.  For  years  friends 
have  urged  them  to  sell  the  ranch  and 
move  to  a  more  convenient  neighborhood. 
Now  that  their  television  success  has  sky- 
rocketed their  income,  they  are  advised 
to  live  up  to  their  position  and  buy  a 
home  in  one  of  the  more  fashionable  sec- 
tions like  Bel-Air,  Brentwood  or  Holmby 
Hills.  So  far  they've  resisted  all  pressures. 
"We're  people  of  fixed  habits  and  true 
love,"  Lucille  explains.  "Besides  when  the 
new  road  gets  finished,  we'll  be  able  to 
make  it  to  the  studio  in  20  minutes." 

Inside  the  house  Lucille  has  replaced 
one  set  of  organdy  and  one  set  of  dotted 
Swiss  curtains.  Otherwise  the  furnish- 
ings are  the  same  as  they  were  12  years 
ago.  "Early  Northridge,"  Lucille  styles 
them,  laughingly. 

If  you  probe  the  decor  more  deeply,  the 
comedienne  tells  you  quite  frankly  that 
she  furnished  her  home  with  cheap  an- 
tiques. When  she  and  Desi  were  first 
married  they  couldn't  afford  priceless  Early 
American  pieces  so  she  settled  for  a  slight- 
ly later  period  in  American  design.  She 
concentrated  on  buying  19th  century  an- 
tiques. She  picked  them  up  at  antique 
shops  and  second-hand  stores  for  a  song. 
These  items  were  easy  to  come  by  before 
1941,  because  most  of  the  people  who'd 
settled  in  the  San  Fernando  Valley  were 
farmers  from  the  Middle  West.  As  these 
families  prospered  they  began  selling  or 
giving  away  their  heirloom  furniture  in 
favor  of  new  things.  They  flooded  the 
Valley  furniture  shops  with  Morris  chairs, 
Victorian  love  seats,  and  old  wicker 
rockers. 

1"  ucille  selected  the  things  she  needed — 
=H  a  couch  for  the  living  room,  two  fire- 
side chairs,  an  old  wood  box,  a  chaise 
longue  for  her  bedroom,  a  quaint  dressing 
table,  and  lots  of  oil  burning  lamps.  She 
had  most  of  her  things  recovered  and  re- 
finished  to  fit  into  her  bright  new  color 
schemes.  When  the  job  was  done  she 
stopped  her  antique  shopping  completely, 
never  giving  the  subject  another  thought 
until  a  year  ago  when  she  found  she  needed 
a  rocker  and  a  few  tables  for  the  new 


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rooms.  Once  more  she  began  frequenting 
the  shops  along  Ventura  Boulevard.  Much 
to  her  amazement  she  discovered  that  her 
period  pieces  are  now  very  scarce  and 
just  as  valuable  as  the  older  antiques.  ^ 
"It  could  only  happen  to  Lucille  Ball, 
says  her  friend  Eve  Arden,  whose  own 
home  is  full  of  the  expensive  Paul  Revere 
type  antiques.  "She  does  something  for 
a  wacky  reason  all  her  own  and  years  later 
it  turns  out  to  be  a  big  craze.  Right  now 
all  the  decorators  in  town  are  trying  to  lay 
their  hands  on  Victorian  items.  The  same 
way  with  her  plunge  into  television.  We 
thought  she  was  nuts  making  the  move 
when  she  did.  But  look  at  'I  Love  Lucy 
now.  That's  why  the  rest  of  us  are  fol- 
lowing. She's  a  smart  and  independent 
cookie,  that  one-" 

In  spite  of  Eve's  wholesale  approval  ot 
Lucille's  behavior,  some  of  the  Amazes 
more  chi-chi  acquaintances  hint  strongly 
that  Lucille  should  re-do  her  house  if  only 
for  a  change.  These  hints  take  the  form  of 
gifts:  French  lamps,  contemporary  statu- 
ary, modern  paintings.  Lucille  lets  the 
free  advice  roll  in  one  ear  and  out  the 
other.  She  politely  thanks  the  donors  for 
their  gifts  and  promptly  stores  the  stuff  in 
her  roomy  playhouse.  She  has  no  more 
desire  to  change  the  look  of  her  surround- 
ings than  the  spelling  of  her  own  name. 

A  few  minutes  in  the  homey  atmosphere 
of  her  living  room  and  it's  obvious  why  she 
and  Desi  won't  consider  re-doing  anything. 
Their  home  is  so  warm  and  inviting,  any 
change  would  have  to  be  for  the  worse.  In 
furnishing  the  living  room  Lucy  used  a 
bright  red  carpet  and  a  bold  cabbage-rose 
wallpaper.  In  many  homes  this  combi- 
nation would  be  garish;  in  theirs  it's  cheer- 


ful and  invigorating,  just  right  for  them. 

The  room  is  also  full  of  unusual  fur- 
niture pieces  that  mark  it  with  individu- 
ality. An  old  clock  face  mounted  on  legs, 
for  example,  serves  as  an  end  table.  The 
cranberry  glass  lamp  over  the  dining  table 
is  authentic  and  very  rare.  When  it's 
lighted  the  crystal  and  silverware  on  the 
table  seem  to  glow  with  a  rosy  hue.  Over 
the  fireplace  hangs  a  Kramer  primitive  and 
in  one  corner  a  snow  scene  by  Balz. 

For  those  of  you  who  aren't  art  collec- 
tors, Balz  is  the  signature  of  artist  Lucille 
Ball.  Several  years  ago  when  she  and 
Desi  were  vacationing  in  Florida,  the  tall 
carrot-top  decided  to  take  up  oils.  "It  was 
either  that  or  go  deep  sea  fishing  with 
Desi.  I  got  such  a  kick  out  of  seeing  color 
and  form  come  alive  on  canvas  that  now 
I  paint  whenever  I  have  a  couple  of  free 
hours."  ,  , 

Lucille's  technique  is  to  sketch  her  sub- 
ject matter  in  charcoal  on  the  spot.  She 
then  takes  the  sketch  home  and  works  on 
it  by  night  light  usually  on  the  kitchen 
table.  Occasionally  she'll  work  in  the 
glass-enclosed  porch  which  boasts  a  lino- 
leum-tile floor  and  rattan  furniture. 

This  light,  open  room  is  ideal  for  parties, 
and  Lucille  uses  it  a  good  deal  when 
she's  home  during  the  day.  She  happens  to 
be  a  conscientious  keeper  of  scrapbooks 
and  photo  albums.  Any  spare  afternoon 
will  find  her  down  on  the  floor  surrounded 
by  clippings,  paste,  and  scissors. 

The  large  master  bedroom  at  the  Desilu 
Ranch  is  probably  the  prettiest  room  in 
the  house.  It  has  a  clean,  freshly  starched 
look  that  seems  to  suit  Lucille.  The  colors 
of  yellow  and  gray  are  her  favorites  and  all 


the  furniture  is  comfortably  old.  One  wall 
of  the  room  consists  of  nothing  but  mir- 
rored wardrobe  closets.  Lucy  has  a  weak- 
ness for  clothes  so  she  took  over  the 
closets  some  time  ago.  What  won't  fit 
behind  doors,  like  her  hats,  gets  stacked 
in  plastic  boxes  in  one  corner  of  the  room. 
They  make  a  novel  decorating  touch  even 
if  they  aren't  Victorian  headgear. 

Desi's  suits  have  long  since  had  to  be 
hung  in  the  one  guest-room  closet 
which  is  a  good  reason  why  the  Amazes 
don't  have  many  house  guests.  The  other 
reason  involves  a  party  which  they  gave 
soon  after  they  moved  into  their  home. 
Everybody  stayed  very  late  and  one  couple 
spent  the  night.  The  couple  got  up  the 
next  morning  and  still  in  the  spirit  of  the 
party,  drove  home,  picked  up  their  child 
and  came  back  to  Lucy  and  Desi's  guest 
room.    They  stayed  nine  months. 

"Of  course  we  had  a  lot  of  laughs,"  Lucy 
says,  "but  that  taught  us  a  lesson.  We 
took  the  twin  beds  out  of  the  guest  room 
and  left  one  narrow  couch.  We  call  it 
the  mother-in-law  bed,  and  it's  meant  for 
my  mother  or  Lolita,  Desi's  mother.  They're 
welcome  any  time.  As  for  other  overnight 
guests,  that's  out.  Desi  and  I  planned  a 
home  for  us  and  our  families  and  thats 
the  way  we  want  to  live  in  it." 

"But  how  about  your  children?"  I  asked. 
"When  they  grow  up  and  start  inviting 
their  friends  to  spend  the  night— what  will 
you  do  then?" 

Lucille  Ball  wrinkled  her  brow.  'Never 
thought  g&  that,"  she  said.  And  then  a 
bright  gleam  came  into  her  eyes.  "I  know 
what,"  she  suggested,  "we'll  build  a  new 
wing,  especially  for  them."  END 


he  wuz  mobbed! 

{Continued  from  page  43)  Suddenly  he 
realized  that  he  was  surrounded  by  fans 
who  meant  him  no  harm,  but  were  caught 
up  in  the  madness  of  the  moment.  He 
smiled.  "If  you  can  give  me  room  111 
stand  here  and  sign  autographs  if  it  takes 
me  all  night." 

During  this  and  a  subsequent  tour,  Gene 
spent  countless  hours  signing  auto- 
graphs and  talking  to  fans.  He  began  to 
know  them  for  the  first  time.  At  home 
he  hadn't  come  in  contact  with  teen-agers, 
had  no  idea  how  to  talk  to  them.  His 
friends  had  children  about  two-year-old 
Chris'  age,  and  Gene's  life  was  so  empty 
of  people  in  the  12-to-16  bracket  that  he 
wasn't  acquainted  with  their  way  of 
thinking.  Once  he  took  his  mother  to 
visit  some  family  friends  he  hadn't  seen  in 
years.  Their  -14-year-old  daughter  had 
been  five  the  last  time  he  saw  her,  and  he 
still  thought  of  her  as  a  little  girl.  It  wasn't 
until  he  was  helping  his  mother  back  into 
the  car  that  he  learned  he'd  been  sitting 
in  the  same  room  with  an  avid  fan.  "You 
ought  to  know,"  his  mother  said,  "that 
Charlotte  spent  the  entire^  day  getting 
ready  for  your  visit  tonight." 

In  Toronto,  Canada,  he  received  phone 
calls  at  the  theater  from  three  girls,  each 
of  whom  wanted  to  start  a  fan  club  for 
him.  He  invited  them  to  come  backstage 
and  suggested  they  pool  their  efforts, 
whereupon  one  asked  if  he  could  come  to 
her  house  for  a  coke  party  between  shows. 
He  was  doing  five  shows  a  day  and  his 
usual  intermissions  consisted  of  a  nap 
until  the  next  showtime.  But  he  couldn  t 
resist  the  girl's  pleas,  and  took  a  cab  to 
her  home  after  the  second  matinee.  There 
were  hors  d'oeuvres,  and  cokes,  and  two 
freshly  baked  cakes.  The  house  was 
crammed  with,  teen-agers  and  half  the 
neighborhood  found  some  excuse  to  stop 
56  by  during  that  hour.    Gene  found  an  op- 


portunity to  corner  the  mother.  "Youve 
gone  to  so  much  trouble,"  he  said.  "I  cer- 
tainly appreciate  it,  but  I  hope  this  hasnt 
put  you  out  too  much." 

She  looked  at  him  wide-eyed.  Why, 
of  course  not.  I'm  happy  to  do  it.  The 
children  get  so  much  pleasure  out  of  see- 
ing you.  If  they  start  this  fan  club— well, 
I  can't  think  of  any  pastime  that  would 
make  them  happier,  or  keep  them  out  of 
trouble  better." 

In  Chicago  one  morning,  Gene  received 
a  letter  signed  by  two  girls.  "We  saw 
your  opening  and  stayed  to  see  two  shows. 
We'll  be  back  on  Saturday  and  will  stay 
right  through  the  whole  five.  We'll  be 
sitting  in  the  front  row  and  wearing 
roses — 

He  spotted  them  during  the  first  show 
and  noticed  they  were  there  through  the 
second  After  the  third  show  he  told 
Miriam,  "Those  kids  are  still  out  there. 
They  must  be  getting  hungry."  They  slept 
during  the  movie  that  interspersed  Gene  s 
appearances  and  during  the  shuffle  be- 
tween performances,  frantically  held  onto 
their  seats.  By  this  time  everybody  back- 
stage knew  about  them.  When  Herb 
Jeffreys  came  off  during  the  last  show, 
he  grinned.  "Those  kids  are  still  down 
therG!" 

Gene  shoved  a  hand  in  his  pocket.  "Here 
honey,  go  out  and  get  a  couple  of  ham  and 
ryes,  will  you?"  he  said  to  Miriam. 

He  had  the  conductor  put  the  sand- 
wiches on  the  bandstand,  and  after  his 
opening  number  on  his  last  show  told  the 
audience,  "Before  I  go  any  further  ladies 
and  gentlemen,  there  are  two  girls  here 
who've  been  in  the  front  row  for  every 
show  today.  I  can't  dance  another  step 
until  I  know  they've  had  something  to 
eat " 

The  grip  threw  a  spotlight  on  them  as 
they  stood  up  to  catch  the  sandwiches 
tossed  by  Gene  before  he  went  on  with 
his  act.  Afterward,  backstage  he  went 
out  the  stage  door  and  found  them  wait- 


ing  bleary-eyed,   but  blissful,   for  him. 

"Hi,"  he  said.    "How  were  the  sand- 
wiches?" 

"Oh,  we  didn't  eat  them,"  said  one.  The 
other  said,  "Eat  'em!  We're  going  to  frame 
them!" 

In  Pittsburgh,  a  girl  about  15  asked 
Miriam  if  she  could  talk  to  Gene  for  about 
ten  minutes.  It  seemed  she  had  problems 
at  home:  a  father  who  was  in  jail  more 
often  than  not  and  a  mother  who  drank. 
There  were  four  children  younger  than 
herself  and  she  wanted  to  know  what  she 
should  do. 

"Have  you  asked  anyone  else  about 
this?"  Gene  said. 

"Oh,  no!    I'm  too  ashamed!" 

"But  why  do  you  come  to  me?" 

"Well,  you  see,"  said  the  girl,  "I've  seen 
you  in  the  movies  and  read  about  you  in 
magazines,  and  it  seems  to  me  that  you 
lead  a  nice  kind  of  life,  and  are  wise,  and 
might  know  about  these  things.  Its- 
she  swallowed,  "it's  kind  of  like  you  were 
my  big  brother." 

Some  of  it  was  funny  and  some  of  it  was 
sad  and  always  there  was  the  same 
quality  of  wistfulness  that  goes  with  hero 
worship.  Looking  for  the  reason  for  this 
adulation  of  teen-agers,  Gene  had  to  go 
back  into  his  own  adolescence.  He  re- 
membered that  following  his  long  cham- 
pionship of  Laurel  and  Hardy,  a  whole 
year  of  his  life  was  taken  up  almost  ex- 
clusively with  his  devotion  to  Chandu,  the 
Magician.  To  keep  peace  in  the  house- 
hold Gene's  mother  switched  to  another 
brand  of  soap  so  that  he  could  send  rn  box 
tops  in  exchange  for  assorted  Chandu 
tricks.  Later,  he  became  a  fan  ot  the 
Mickey  McGuire  two-reel  comedies,  fea- 
turing Mickey  Rooney  as  a  Bowery-type 
character  who  wore  a  derby  with  a  split 
crown  On  the  afternoon  that  Rooney  was 
to  appear  at  the  Wilshire  Theater  in  Santa 
Monica  and  distribute  a  basketful  of  der- 
bies with  split  crowns,  Gene  paid  his  ad- 
mission  early   and   waited   for   the  big 


moment  in  high  anticipation.  When  he 
went  home  without  a  hat,  it  was  a  new 
low  in  his  life.  Remembering  these  things, 
he  understood  the  spirit  of  today's  teen- 
aged  fan  and  willingly  gave  his  time;  or  his 
autograph,  or  advice,  if  they  wanted  it. 

They  wanted  all  sorts  of  things.  They 
wanted  to  know  what  Gordon  MacRae  is 
really  like.  They  wanted  to  know  how  to 
get  into  show  business,  or  the  name  of  a 
good  dancing  teacher.  They  wanted  him 
to  autograph  their  hands,  their  arms,  and 
in  one  city  they  asked  for  his  cigarettes 

Jane  Wyman,  commenting  on  a  cer- 
tain actor,  said,  "I  know  he"s  a 
gentleman.  I  saw  him  go  through  a 
door  that  said  so." 

Sidney  Skolsky  in 
Hollywood  Is  My  Beat 

as  souvenirs.  After  he'd  given  away  a 
few  packs  somebody  lit  on  the  idea  of  his 
autographing  the  cigarettes.  They  wanted 
his  clothes,  too,  and  Gene  was  always 
apprehensive  that,  in  a  crowd,  if  one  fan 
started  the  ripping  procedure  the  idea 
would  catch  on.  He  found  them,  very  for- 
tunately, very  polite  about  it.  They  al- 
ways asked  first,  "Would  you  give  me  your 
scarf?"  Then  Miriam  would  come  to  the 
rescue.  "Not  that  scarf,  dear.  I  gave  it 
to  him  on  our  anniversary." 

He  didn't  go  through  two  dozen  cities 
without  bumping  into  occasional  trouble. 
There  were  always  the  crowds.  Once  he 
was  pinned  against  a  plate  glass  window 
and  felt  it  give  in  back  of  him.  Another 
time  he  called  for  police  when  he  spotted 
one  girl  beginning  to  faint.  Still  another 
day,  a  woman  with  a  baby  in  her  arms 
was  caught  in  a  crush,  and  Gene  maneu- 
vered her  so  that  he  could  brace ,  himself 
against  the  mob  in  order  to  protect  her. 
Bi5mg  rushed  by  a  crowd  isn't  an  enjoy- 
able experience,  and  yet  he  remembered 
that  it  is  the  crowd  itself  that's  objection- 
able, not  the  individuals  who  comprise  it. 
He  began  to  feel  duty  bound  to  brave  the 
waitmg  fans  and  once,  when  he  sneaked 
out  a  side  door  to  grab  a  bite  to  eat  and 
was  confronted  by  a  solid  line  of  people 
waiting  to  see  him,  he  actually  felt  em- 
barrassed. 

In  one  city  Gene  had  finished  his  last 
show  and  faced  the  ordeal  of  leaving  the 
theater  laden  with  two  boxes  of  shoes, 
his  music  case  and  two  suitcases  filled 
with  costumes.  Getting  through  a  crowd 
with  that  kind  of  baggage  was  impossible 
and  he  knew  it,  so  he  and  Miriam  left 
through  a  side  door  and  made  their  way 
to  the  street.  There  was  the  crowd 
packed  solid  to  the  curb,  and  when  Gene 
spied  a  cab  across  the  street  he  began  to 
run  for  it.  Somebody  saw  him  and  the  cry 
went  up,  "There  he  is!"  and  300  people 
moved  as  one  to  the  other  side  of  the 
street.  That  was  the  night  Gene  felt  his 
only  temptation  to  slug  a  female.  She 

t  grabbed  his  coat  collar  and  hung  on  with 
a  death  grip  while  he  tried  desperately  to 
get  the  cab  door  open  so  that  he  could 

,  get  his  luggage  safely  inside.  He  pleaded 
politely  with  the  girl  but  she  wouldn't 
budge,  and  eventually  he  grew  angry. 
"Now,  look,"  he  said.  "If  you  don't  want 
any  trouble,  let  go  of  me.  Let's  be  adult 
?b°ut  tnis  and  stop  acting  like  a  stunid 

!    idiot.     He  appealed  to  the  crowd.    "If  I 

,  can  just  get  my  things  inside  the  cab  I'll 
be  glad  to  sign  autographs  for  you." 

Just  then  a  gentleman  slightly  in  his 
cups  hove  onto  the  scene.    "Well,  well!" 

,  he  crooned.  "Romeo  himself.  Lemme 
through,  everybody!  Make  way  for  the 
press!    Whadya  say  yer  name  was,  bud?" 

Tt's  times  like  these  that  make  movie 
stars  wish  they'd  taken  up  plumbing 
instead,  but.  such  an  unruly  bunch  has 
been    rare    in    Gene's    experience.  He 


learned  after  a  while  how  to  handle  such 
situations  and  found  that  humor  usually 
eased  the  tension.  If  he  appealed  to  their 
intelligence  and  threw  in  a  joke  or  two  it 
almost  always  nipped  hysteria  in  the  bud. 
When  that  didn't  work  he  ladled  out 
discipline.  Like  the  theater  in  Chicago. 
It  was  bitter  cold  during  the  engagement, 
and  because  Gene  sweats  like  a  stevedore 
when  he  finishes  his  act,  he  didn't  go  out- 
side but  chose  instead  to  talk  to  them 
from  the  window  of  a  small  room  facing 
the  alley.  He  sat  on  the  window  sill  and 
had  signed  endless  autographs  when  he 
noticed  he  was  signing  over  and  over 
again  for  the  same  people.  The  fans  were 
shoving  to  such  an  extent  that  those  clos- 
est Gene  were  almost  boosted  in  through 
the  window. 

«  ,"S°me  of  you  are  cheating,"  he  said. 
"I'm  going  upstairs  and  if  you  want  me  to 
sign  more  you'll  have  to  line  up  in  an 
orderly  fashion  and  stop  pushing."  He 
grins  now  when  he  tells  about  it.  "I  must 
have  sounded  like  old  Father  Hubbard 
telling  off  his  kids." 

There  were  occasional  hecklers  in  audi- 
ences too,  but  Gene's  fans  usually  took 
care  of  them  quickly  and  efficiently.  If 
not,  Gene  took  over  himself.  One  obstrep- 
erous young  man,  wearing  a  leather 
jacket  and  long  hair,  sat  in  the  front  row 
and  kept  up  a  running  commentary  to  his 
date.  Gene  ignored  it  until  the  time  he 
was  changing  his  shoes  while  announcing 
his  next  act. 

(  "Hey,  bud!"  hollered  the  heckler. 
"Gimme  a  shoe.    Throw  it  t'me!" 

"You  sure  you  can  fill  it?"  said  Gene. 
The  heckler's  teen-age  date  howled  with 
glee.  "That's  telling  him,  Gene,"  she 
yelled. 

On  the  whole,  Gene  found  his  fans  to 
be  pretty  nice  people.  There  were  slight 
touches  of  wackiness,  but  it  was  a  wacki- 
ness  common  to  the  teen-ager,  and  he 
figured  if  he'd  once  spent  five  hours  wait- 
ing to  be  presented  with  a  battered  derby 
hat,  he  was  in  no  position  to  criticize.  He 
learned  that  today's  teen-ager  is  a  new 
brand  of  fan  and  thinks  them  much  better 
mannered  than  the  hysterical  type  that 
used  to  batter  celebrities  and  overturn 
cars. 

"Maybe  they  still  do  those  things,  I 
don't  know,"  he  says.  "But  I  was  lucky. 
The  kids  I  saw  and  talked  with  were  sin- 
cere and  loyal,  and  I  got  the  feeling  they 
were  real  friends." 

He  was  particularly  impressed  by  the 
respect  with  which  they  treated  Miriam. 
They  included  her  in  all  their  functions, 
inviting  her  to  their  schools  and  homes, 
and  Gene  says  she  was  asked  for  almost 
as  many  autographs  as  he  was. 

ENE  feels  that  hero  worship  is  common 
^  to  everyone.  We  all  go  through  the 
phase  and  gradually  outgrow  it,  but  at 
the  time  it  is  a  deeply  serious  thing.  Only 
a  minority  carry  a  banner  for  the  rest; 
these  are  those  who  turn  out  inevitably 
at  the  appearance  of  any  celebrity,  the 
ones  who  collect  autographs  or  pocket 
handkerchiefs  or  are  content  to  go  home 
simply  having  laid  eyes  on  the  particular 
hero  or  heroine. 

There  are  few  stars  in  Hollywood  who 
are  without  a  fan  club  comprised  of  their 
loyal  followers.  Unfortunately,  many  of 
these  stars  know  nothing  about  the  activi- 
ties of  their  fans  for  the  simple  reason  that 
they  don't  care.  There  are  a  few,  such  as 
Joan  Crawford  and  Alan  Ladd,  who  so 
appreciate  the  efforts  in  their  behalf  that 
they  have  kept  their  fans  as  friends  dur- 
ing the  years.  You  can  add  Gene  Nelson's 
name  to  the  short  list  of  those  grateful 
stars.   He  should  care,  and  he  does.  END 

(Gene  Nelson  -joill  soon  be  seen  in  War- 
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the  end  of  the  affair 

(Continued  from  page  37)    greeted  old 
friends,  finally  sat  down. 

Everyone  in  Hollywood  knows  that  Lana 
Turner  loves  to  dance.  For  a  little  girl — 
she  is  only  5  feet  3  inches— she  has  in- 
credible stamina,  having  done  so  much  of 
her  youthful  training  on  the  various  dance 
floors  of  the  movie  colony. 

When  the  screaming  and  shouting  and 
popping  of  the  photographers'  flash  bulbs 
stopped  for  a  moment,  Lana  leaned  to  her 
right  and  to  Lex  Barker,  the  tall  Tarzan 
from  Port  Chester,  N.  Y.,  who  was  once 
married  to  Arlene  Dahl,  mentioned  some- 
thing about  a  dance. 

Every  inch  a  gentleman,  Barker  was  on 
his  feet  in  a  second.  Within  two  seconds 
he  had  Lana  in  his  arms  and  they  were 
whirling  around  the  dance  floor  having  the 
merriest  of  times. 

Sitting  in  his  chair  sulking,  was  Fernan- 
do Lamas,  the  man  Lana  had  termed  "my 
bull  of  the  Pampas."  The  more  Fernando 
saw  of  Lex  and  Lana  the  angrier  he  grew. 
He  kept  his  anger  no  secret.  In  fact  he 
was  downright  vociferous,  so  vocal  that 
Brad  Dexter  and  Ben  Gage,  Esther  Wil- 
liams' husband,  inched  up  to  Barker  and 
said,  "Lamas  is  getting  awfully  mad.  We 
think  he's  looking  for  trouble." 

Lex  Barker  realized  that  Lamas  and 
Lana  were  unofficially  engaged,  that  they'd 
been  going  steadily  for  months,  that  Lana 
was  just  waiting  for  the  financial  settle- 
ment from  Bob  Topping  before  she  tripped 
to  the  altar  with  her  handsome  Argen- 
tinian, and  as  he  himself  says,  "I  didn't 
want  any  trouble.  Fights  for  a  guy  like 
me  are  no  good.  Whatever  happens  I  have 
to  be  in  the  wrong.  If  someone  starts  up 
with  me  and  I  take  a  poke  at  him,  I'm  a 
big  bully.  If  I  don't  I'm  yellow.  I  lose 
either  way." 

So  Lex  brought  Lana  back  to  Fernando 
who  by  this  time  was  completely  free 
of  inhibitions.  "Look,"  Fernando  said, 
"if  you  want  to  make  love  to  her,  make 
love  to  her."  This  isn't  exactly  what  Fer- 
nando said,  of  course.  He  embellished  his 
verbal  outrage  with  more  colorful  lan- 
guage, in  fact  it  was  so  colorful  that  Lana 
covered  her  face  in  embarrassment. 

"Sit  down,"  Fernando  shouted  at  Lex. 
Barker  looked  around  for  his  own  date, 
Susan  Morrow.  "I  thought  you  were  my 
friend,"  Fernando  continued.  "Now  I  see 
what  you  are.   You  want  to  fight?" 

The  rest  of  Lana's  party  could  see  what 
was  coming,  and  they  intervened. 

"Why  pick  on  Barker?"  Ben  Gage  said 
to  Lamas.    "Pick  on  me.   I  can  lick  you." 
"Go  away,"  Lamas  said. 
"Not    only    that,"    Ben    added.  'Even 
Esther  can  lick  you." 

Lana,  of  course,  was  outraged  and  indig- 
nant at  the  behavior  of  her  Latin  lover. 
He  took  her  home  that  night,  and  while 
neither  of  them  will  tell  what  happened, 
apparently  a  battle  royal  ensued. 

Next  morning  Lana  Turner  let  it  be 
known  that  insofar  as  she  was  concerned, 
Fernando  Lamas  was  a  thing  of  the  past, 
a  transient  romance  of  yesteryear;  she 
would  sooner  marry  Mickey  Mouse  than 
a  man  who  couldn't  hold  his  temper. 

One  columnist  called  MGM  and  asked  if, 
because  of  this  widely-publicized  fight,  the 
studio  would  abandon  the  production  of 
Latin  Lovers,  a  film  scheduled  to  get  under 
way  with  Lana  and  Fernando  in  the  star- 
ring roles.  The  studio  said  the  picture 
would  roll  according  io  plan,  but  intimates 
of  Lana  confided  that  she  would  ask  for  a 
new  leading  man. 

Lamas,  when  questioned  about  the  film, 
said,  "There  is  no  reason  why  Miss  Turner 
and  I  should  not  make  the  picture.  Our 
68  private  lives  have  nothing  to  do  with  our 


professional  ones;  or  they  shouldn't  have." 

Several  columnists  thought  otherwise. 
One  hinted  that  Lamas  would  not  have 
gotten  the  lead  opposite  Lana  in  The 
Merry  Widow  if  Turner  hadn't  sponsored 
him.  Another  quickly  answered  the  hint 
by  pointing  out  that  Lana  had  done  nothing 
to  foster  the  Lamas  career.  Fernando  had 
been  discovered  by  John  Carroll  who  had 
called  him  to  the  attention  of  his  wife 
Lucille  Ryman  of  the  MGM  talent  de- 
partment. Lucille  had  recommended 
Lamas  to  the  consideration  of  L.  B.  Mayer. 
LB.  had  listened  to  Lamas  sing  and  had 
signed  him  on  the  basis  of  the  audition. 

Lana  was  kind  to  Lamas  during  the 
shooting  of  The  Merry  Widow— she  could 
have  monopolized  all  the  closeups  as  Betty 
Hutton  did  with  Ralph  Meeker  in  Some- 
body Loves  Me — but  Lana  is  the  most 
thoroughly  unselfish  actress  in  Hollywood. 
One  of  the  basic  tenets  of  the  philosophy 
she  lives  by  is  "to  harm  no  one,"  and  she 
scrupulously  adheres  to  that.  No  one  in 
Hollywood,  and  that  includes  Lamas,  can 
point  the  finger  at  Lana  and  say,  "She  did 
me  wrong." 

Lana  likes  to  show  that  she  has  a  lot  of 
fight,  lots  of  stamina,  that  adversity 
never  gets  her  down  for  any  considerable 
length  of  time.  When  Ty  Power  flew  out 
of  her  life,  for  example,  and  married  Linda 
Christian  in  Rome,  Lana  took  up  with  Bob 
Topping  on  the  rebound. 

When  Topping  packed  his  bags  and 
moved  out  of  Lana's  Holmby  Hills  mansion, 
Lana  began  dating  her  leading  man,  Fer- 
nando Lamas. 

When  the  Lamas  love  affair  blew  up, 
Lana  determined  to  show  how  little  af- 
fected she  was  by  it  all,  flew  down  to 
Tijuana  with  Ava  and  Frank  Sinatra  on  the 
following  weekend  to  take  in  the  bullfights. 
After  the  corrida,  she  dated  Luis  Solano, 
the  Mexican  matador.  They  spent  a  good 
portion  of  the  night  dancing  in  the  various 
Tijuana  hotspots. 

Lana,  however,  was  fooling  no  one.  Her 
heart  had  been  broken  again,  and  everyone 
knew  it,  quick  recovery  or  not. 

There  are  some  people  who  say  that 
Fernando  Lamas  never  had  the  slightest 
intention  of  marrying  Lana  Turner.  Cer- 
tainly when  you  asked  him  about  it,  he 
would  refuse  to  comment  on  the  marital 
possibilities  of  their  love  affair.  At  one 
time  he  said  he  couldn't  possibly  marry 
Lana  since  she  was  still  officially  married 
to  Bob  Topping,  and  he  was  still  officially 
married  to  Lydia  Lamas. 

But  then  Lydia  after  receiving  a  financial 
settlement  and  assuring  herself  that 
Fernando  would  support  the  offspring  of 
their  union,  a  delightful  little  girl,  Alex- 
andra, agreed  to  give  Fernando  his  free- 
dom "for  whatever  purpose  he  chooses  to 

USLydia  Lamas  is  a  sweet  and  beautiful 
woman.  She  was  Fernando's  second  wife, 
and  her  one  desire  was  to  see  that  the  actor 
remained  happy.  When  her  constant  nerv- 
ousness—she is  a  highly  tense  person- 
caused  him  distress,  she  agreed  upon  a 
separation.  When  he  asked  for  a  quick 
divorce,  she  agreed  to  that,  too.  She  went 
to  Nevada,  and  in  six  weeks  Fernando  was 
legally  free  to  marry  again. 

A  friend  who  knows  Lamas  well,  says, 
'This  guy  got  himself  in  a  pretty  pickle. 
My  own  opinion  is  that  after  going  with 
Lana  for  several  months  he  decided  that 
she  wouldn't  be  the  right  wife  for  him 
—in  fact,  he  didn't  want  to  get  married  to 
anyone.  He  saw  that  Lana  was  consulting 
with  her  attorney  Neal  McCarthy,  that  it 
was  just  a  question  of  time  before  she  also 
got  her  freedom  from  Topping.  He  would 
then  be  in  the  awkward  position  of  having 
to  marry  her  merely  because  the  public  ex- 
pected him  to.  My  analysis  may  be  com- 
pletely wrong,  but  I  think  he  resented 


that  position  which  is  why  he  acted  up  at 
the  Marion  Davies  party,  and  the  whole 
affair  with  Lana  went  up  into  thin  smoke." 

Whether  subconsciously  Fernando  Lamas 
was  seeking  this  rupture,  or  whether  it 
was  spontaneously  born  of  the  immediate 
circumstances  makes  no  difference.  The 
important  point  is  that  once  again  in  her 
choice  of  lovers  Lana  Turner  has  struck 
out. 

At  this  point  her  "bull  of  the  Pampas  is 
dating  Arlene  Dahl.  It  may  well  be  that 
Lamas  thinks  he  is  getting  even  with  Lex 
Barker  by  dating  Arlene,  but  if  he  does 
think  that  way,  he's  very  much  mistaken. 
Barker  doesn't  give  a  hoot  with  whom 
Arlene  goes  out.  She  began  her  freedom 
by  dating  the  lawyer  who  had  procured  her 
divorce,  Greg  Bautzer.  From  Bautzer  she 
was  graduated  to  Lamas.  She  claimed  in 
court  that  Barker  had  once  referred  to  her 
as  "a  hick  from  Minnesota,"  a  name  which 
she  contends  caused  her  great  and  grievous 
mental  aggravation,  which  is  pure  baloney, 
of  course.  Arlene  and  Lex  broke  up  be- 
cause of  career  trouble.  Arlene  has  no 
intention  of  abandoning  her  career  and 
settling  down  into  domesticity. 

Lana  has  always  been  willing  to  abandon 
her  career  for  mate  and  children.  The 
men  to  whom  she's  been  married  have  al- 
ways insisted  that  she  remain  a  movie 
queen.  It  was  her  glamor  that  attracted 
them,  not  her  ability  as  a  cook.  But  where 
she  can,  she  always  insists  upon  marriage. 
What  happens  to  Lana  now? 
This  is  the  question  all  Hollywood  is 
asking.  Certainly  she  has  had  as  many 
men  in  her  life  as  any  woman  of  32  in 
the  world.  The  list  starts  with  Greg 
Bautzer  and  reads  like  a  Who's  Who:  Artie 
Shaw,  Ty  Power,  Huntington  Hartford, 
Bob  Hutton,  Howard  Hughes,  Peter  Law- 
ford,  Turhan  Bey;  it  even  includes  Steve 
Crane,  a  restaurateur  of  sorts,  a  term 
generically  used  in  Hollywood  to  include 
anyone  in  a  restaurant  from  a  bus  boy 
to  Mike  Romanoff. 

With  each  of  these  Lana  has  guessed 
wrong.  The  price  for  her  erroneous  judg- 
ment has  been  heartache. 

She  was  quite  taken  with  Fernando 
Lamas,  largely  because  her  affection  for 
him  was  gradual  in  its  development.  Ordi- 
narily Lana  falls  for  a  man  like  a  ton 
of  bricks,  the  swooning  sudden,  violent, 
and  impetuous.  With  Lamas,  it  was  dif- 
ferent. At  first  when  Lana  met  hirn  on 
the  set  of  The  Merry  Widow;  she  wasn't  at 
all  sure  she  wanted  him  for  a  leading 
man.  When  she  discovered  subsequently 
that  he  was  separated  from  his  wife,  that 
basically  he  was  a  charming  and  talented 
man,  that  he  seemed  to  admire  her  beauty 
and  fame,  her  antipathy  became  interest. 
Later  her  interest  became  fondness;  fond- 
ness developed  into  love;  love  kindled 
their  passion. 

There  are  Turner  fans  who,  knowing 
about  the  fight  at  the  Davies  party,  insist 
Lana  is  crazy  to  have  given  up  Fernando 
merely  because  he  manifested  a  little  Latin 
temperament  in  the  form  of  jealousy.  "It 
shows  he  loves  her,"  one  waitress  in  the 
MGM  commissary  recently  pointed  out. 
"My  husband  wouldn't  care  if  I  danced 
with  Joe  Dracula." 

Lana  has  come  to  the  somewhat  belated 
conclusion  that  it  takes  more  than  love  to 
make  a  good  marriage.  It  takes  mutual 
respect.  In  this  case  she  thought  it  was 
lacking,  at  least  on  Fernando's  part- 
She  is  shedding  no  tears  about  his  loss, 
however.  For  years  now  she  has  re- 
garded men  in  much  the  same  light  as  she 
regards  taxi-cabs.  "A  new  one  comes 
along  every  few  minutes." 

But  ever-optimistic  Lana  will  have  to 
take  off  her  rose-colored  glasses,  and  for- 
get that  love  is  blind,  if  she  ever  wants 
to  pick  herself  a  winner.  END 


Take  my  word  for  it 


what  I  remember  particularly  is  the  second 
act  when  I  was  supposed  to  run  onstage  and 
cook  some  potato  pancakes  (really  flat  bran 
muffins)  for  Lucille  Watson.  One  night  I  was 
so  busy  chatting  with  someone  offstage  that  I 
missed  my  cue  and  Miss  Watson  had  to  impro- 
vise. She  walked  right  to  the  stage  entrance 
where  I  was  dreaming  and  said,  "Where  is 
Babette?  Oh,  there  you  are!  (looking  at  me 
so  sharply  that  I  woke  up  and  realized  what  I 
had  done).  I  was  wondering  where  my  potato 
pancakes  were!"  I  ran  onstage  with  them.  But 
when  the  act  was  over  I  burst  into  tears  that 
lasted  all  through  the  intermission  and  I'm  still 
embarrassed  about  it. 


SMALL  GIRL  TO  BIG  GIRL  STUFF:  I  always  liked 
jewelry  as  a  small  girl  and,  what  do  you 
know,  I  still  do  !  But  I  used  to  see  myself  in 
sleek  black  satin,  slinking  around  as  a  Dragon 
Lady  type  femme  fatale,  and  with  this  con- 
ception I  parted  in  late  'teenhood.  Black  satin 
is  stunning  as  part  of  a  dress  now,  a  cocktail 
dress,  say,  but  never  fashioned  slinky. 

I  was  one  of  two  children  in  our  family, 
but  my  mother  was  one  of  ten  children  and 
I  always  felt  I  wanted  a  large  family. 

It  was  at  13  that  I  got  my  first  party  dress 
and  my  first  perfume,  both  as  presents  from 
my  mother.  The  dress  was  pink  and  so  today 
pink  is  one  of  my  favorite  colors;  pink  was 
the  dress,  with  a  blue  ribbon,  blue  sash  and 
cut  with  a  full  skirt.  The  perfume  was  Blue 
Grass,  darn  near  a  whole  quart  of  it  there 
must  have  been  as  I  remember  the  size  of  the 
bottle,  and  the  first  place  I  put  a  spot  of 
perfume  was  behind  one  ear  as  per  what  the 
grown-up  ladies  were  doing.  I  now  have  a 
variety  of  perfume  and  I  can  think  of  no 
more  pleasant  confusion  than  standing  before 
them  all,  trying  to  decide  which  will  best  fit 
the  mood  I  want  to  be  in  for  the  occasion  I 
am  dressing  for.  You  might  not  think  I  was 
enjoying  myself  if  you  judged  by  the  serious 
expression  that  I  know  comes  over  my  face  at 
such  times— but  I  am. 


DO  YOU  LIKE  BETTY  BLYTH  better  than  Ann 
Blyth  as  a  name?  Or  Barbara  Blyth  or 
Babette  Blyth,  or  Beverly,  Beatrice,  Bertha, 
Blanche,  Bernice,  Bella  or  Bess?  I  just  won- 
dered because  that's  what  the  studio  had  me 
wondering  about  when  I  first  came  to  Holly- 
wood. They  thought  it  would  be  more 
euphonious— and  catchy— if  my  first  name 
started  with  the  same  letter  as  my  last  name, 
and  the  above  were  some  of  the  suggestions. 
I  didn't  like  any  of  them.  I  wanted  to  stay 
Ann.  For  months  I  kept  worrying  that  a 
change  would  be  made,  but  nobody  ever  got 
around  to  making  a  definite  decision  and  I 
kept  my  "Ann."  Thank  goodness! 


THINGS  I  DON'T  KNOW  WHY:  Why  my  uncle 
Pat  tells  you  he  is  going  to  play  a  record  of 
one  of  my  songs  and  picks  "Lazy  Bones" 
as  I  sang  it  over  WJZ  in  New  York  when 
I  was  five.  Why  I  rooted  for  Brooklyn 
to  win  the  last  World  Series  even  though 
I  was  raised  in  Yankee  territory  (Man- 
hattan). Why  the  little  boy  who  used  to  put 
my  pigtails  m  the  inkwell  never  would  pay 
any  attention  to  me  any  other  time!  Whv  a 


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playmate  of  mine  got  so  mad  when  another 
boy  wrote  her  name  on  a  telephone  pole  that 
she  got  a  hatchet  from  home  and  started  to 
try  to  chop  the  pole  down!  Why  I  don't 
like  browns  (except  for  some  lively  shades 
of  it),  or  marching  wallpaper.  Why  I  don't 
like  sugar  on  my  grapefruit  and  why  it 
was  that  the  first  cup  of  coffee  I  ever 
drank  happened  to  be  black,  without  cream 
or  sugar,  and  I  have  loved  it  that  way 
ever  since.  Why  I  like  the  outside,  well- 
done  cut  when  it  comes  to  roast  beef  but 
also  enjoy  hamburgers  "cannibal-style"  as 
long  as  my  aunt  gets  a  chance  to  "taste  it  up" 
with  her  pet  spices.  Why  I  keep  things  like 
spoons  in  my  pocketbooks  and  cooking  recipes 
in  my  books  and  scripts.  Why  I  always  carry 
two  mirrors— both  exactly  the  same — yet  think 
one  of  them  is  my  favorite  and  that  I  can 
tell  which  one  it  is.  Why  I  never  hopped  on 
a  bicycle  and  joined  the  wheeling  traffic  on  the 
streets  of  Dublin  when  I  visited  there  as  I  was 
fairly  aching  to  do— and  never  kissed  the  Blar- 
ney Stone,  on  the  same  visit— as  it  would  have 
done  me  no  harm  at  all  to  do,  at  all,  at  all ! 

PSYCHIATRIC  NOTES:  I  ]ike  all  the  elements 
except  wind— the  hurry,  flurry  of  it  makes  me 
feel  the  same  way.  I  love  rain  (either  when  I 
am  inside  in  front  of  a  fire,  or  when  walking 
out  in  it  and  feeling  it  splash  on  my  face) .  I  like 
quiet,  assured  people.  I  have  a  compulsion  to 
fix  things  I  notice  wrong  about  people's  dress— 
a  collar  awry,  a  dress  zipper  not  closed  all  the 
way.,  a  button  not  securely  caught.  I  want  to 
tell  them  about  it— like  I'd  want  to  be  told  if 
there  was  something  wrong  with  me.  I  think 
I  could  be  a  good  public  inspector  of  a  new 
kind— standing  on  a  street  corner  and  calling 
people's  attention  to  necessary  wardrobe  ad- 
justments. Would  you  like  such  a  service? 
Just  draw  up  a  petition  and  have  a  half-mil- 
lion of  your  neighbors  sign  it. 


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coop  rebuilds  his  life 

(Continued  from  page  51)  in  75  films, 
which  have  grossed  more  than  $150,000- 
000.  He  has  starred  opposite  every  actress 
you  can  think  of  with  the  exception  ol 
Greta  Garbo.  He  has  earned  over  $3- 
000,000  in  salaries  and  percentage  pronts. 
And  despite  these  tremendous  accomplish- 
ments, he  remains  today  modest  and  in- 
credibly unspoiled. 

Henry  Morgan,  a  featured  player  who 
acted  with  Gary  in  High  Noon,  Coopers 
latest  picture  out  this  month,  says,  When 
a  guy  gets  to  be  as  famous  as  Coop,  you 
expect  him  to  put  on  airs,  to  get  temper- 
amental, and  blow  his  top  every  two  min- 
utes. But  not  this  guy.  He's  easy  to  work 
with.  He  never  bothers  anyone,  and  lies 
all  for  giving  newcomers  a  big  break.  He 
never  objects  when  the  producer  uses 
him  to  introduce  an"  unknown  ;  actress. 
Fact  is,  he  considers  it  an  honor. 

The  public,  of  course,  has  always  re- 
garded Gary  Cooper  as  a  simple,  basic 
man  of  action.  In  their  eyes  he  is  a  com- 
bination of  all  the  great  roles  he  s  played. 
He's  Longfellow  Deeds,  John  Doe,  Ser- 
geant York,  the  Virginian,  and  Lou  Geh- 
rig. He  is  the  kind  of  man  all  little  girls 
want  to  grow  up  to  marry,  or  as  the  late 
Robert  Benchley  once  so  pithily  described 
him,  "Coop  gives  the  impression  of  being 
the  last  remaining  virgin  in  Hollywood. 

Actually,  there  is  a  good  deal  of  differ- 
ence between  the  Gary  Cooper  the  movie 
fans  feel  they  know  so  well  and  the  real 
Gary  Cooper.  . 

Take,  for  example,  the  questions  ot  de- 
meanor, manner,  and  attitude.  The  popu- 
lar impression  of  Cooper  is  that  he  s  a 
fairly  rough-hewn  Westerner  who  talks 
haltingly  in  a  slow  mountain  drawl,  and 
who  finds  great  difficulty  in  choosing  the 
right  words  to  express  his  thoughts. 

That  is  not  true.  Cooper's  voice  is  soft 
and  seems  to  lack  resonance,  but  it  is 
a  well-bred  voice,  and  his  enunciation 
leaves  little  to  be  desired. 

It  doesn't  happen  to  fit  the  Gary  Cooper 
myth,  but  Coop  is  a  mild-mannered,  well- 
educated  gentleman— a  far  cry  from  the 
reticent,  cow-punching  heroes  he  some- 
times depicts.  "He  may  give  the  appear- 
ance of  being  slow-thinking,"  says  Cecil 
B.  DeMille,  "but  don't  kid  yourself.  Cooper 
is  as  sharp  as  a  razor.  Lots  of  people  think 
all  he  does  is  play  himself  in  front  of  a 
camera.  I've  directed  the  man,  and  I  can 
tell  you  thats  a  lot  of  bunk.  His  under- 
playing is  part  of  his  technique.  There  s 
nothing  natural  about  it.  The  man  is  a 
p reat  actor,  so  great,  in  fact,  that  he  s  con- 
vinced half  the  world  that  he's  the  same 
off-screen  as  he  is  on." 

The  depth  of  his  understanding  and 
feeling  is  evident  in  the  answer  he  made 
recently  to  a  reporter  who  asked  him  what 
sort  of  a  child  his  daughter  Maria  was. 

"It  is  difficult  for  me  to  be  objective 
about  my  own  daughter,"  Coop  began, 
"but  I  honestly  feel  that  she  is  one  of  the 
most  perceptive  and  angelic  little  girls  I've 
ever  seen  anywhere.  I  take  her  out,  you 
know,  to  restaurants  like  Chasen's  and 
Romanoff's,  and  in  many  ways,  it's  like 
having  an  adult  along.  Her  conversation 
is  intelligent.  Her  ideas  are  provocative. 
Her  mother  has  done  a  superb  job  in 
raising  Maria,  and  the  child  shows  every 
indication  of  growing  into  the  wonderful 
and  versatile  woman  her  mother  is. 

Cooper  was  born  in  Helena,  Montana. 
When  he  was  nine,  his  father,  a  former 
British  barrister  who  later  became  an  as- 
sociate justice  of  the  Montana  Supreme 
Court,  sent  him  to  school  in  Bedfordshire, 
England.  . 

Young  Cooper  remained  abroad  tor  tour 
70  years.  Classmates  who  remember  him  say 


he  was  tall,  quiet,  and  moody,  and  that 
he  used  to  spin  some  amazing  tales  about 
the  wild  and  woolly  west. 

One  official  of  the  British  Foreign^  Office 
who  remembers  Cooper  well,  says,  "In  his 
attitude  he  seemed  to  us  more  British 
than  American.  He  had  a  quality  of  re- 
serve about  him.  He  respected  your  pri- 
vacy and  expected  you  to  respect  his.  He 
was  pleasant  and  sociable  but  not  an  easy 
boy  to  know.  I  liked  the  chap  but  if  any- 
one had  ever  predicted  that  he  one  day 
would  become  a  cinema  player,  I  should 
have  said,  'Nonsense!' " 

Cooper  was  13  when  he  returned  to 
Montana  and  enrolled  in  Bozeman 
High  School.  Here  he  spent  most  of  his 
time  drawing  cartoons.  He  also  broke  his 
leg  in  an  automobile  accident  and  was  sent 
to  his  uncle's  cattle  ranch  to  recover.^ 

"While  I  was  at  my  uncle's  place,'  he 
recalls.  "I  discovered  that  it  was  much 


BABY.  IT'S  WARM  INSIDE! 

At   Camp  Ma- 
ther, a  mountain 
resort    for  San 
Franciscans,  the 
nights    are  quite 
cold.  Everyone  is 
warned   to  bring 
plenty    of  warm 
blankets,  but 
sometimes  they 
forget,    and  then 
there    are  com- 
plaints. But— in  one  cabin,  there  is  no 
sound  of  chattering  teeth— only  the 
sound  of  chuckles!  On  the  wall  is 
written:  "You  won't  be  cold  in  this 
bed.  Ava  Gardner  slept  here!' 

Margaret  Ann  McGuae 
San  Francisco,  California 

easier  to  ride  than  to  walk.  That's  when 
I  began  taking  a  great  liking  to  horses. 
When  my  leg  healed,  I  went  back  to  high 

SChOOl."  „  ,      TT  1 

After  graduation,  Coop  entered  Helena 
Wesleyan  College  and  then  transferred  to 
Grinnell  College  in  Iowa,  where  he  spent 
three  and  a  half  years  in  pre-med  school. 

After  college  he  returned  to  Helena 
where  he  tried  supporting  himself  as  a 
cartoonist.  "Funny  thing,"  he  recalls,  the 
local  paper  would  accept  my  cartoons  and 
run  them  over  my  signature,  only  they 
never  paid  for  any."  _ 

Presently,  Cooper's  father  resigned  from 
the  bench  in  order  to  look  after  the  es- 
tates some  of  his  relatives  had  left  m 
Southern  California.  Coop  went  south 
with  his  father  and  tried  to  get  some  art 
jobs  in  Hollywood. 

"It  was  murder,"  he  says.  I  took  some 
of  my  cartoons  down  to  the  Los  Angeles 
Times,  and  the  editor  said  they  were  ter- 
rible. That  wasn't  exactly  the  adjective 
he  used.  But  he  left  no  doubt  as  to  what 
he  thought  of  my  artistic  ability." 

Cooper's  interest  in  art  is  still  intensive. 
His  home  boasts  many  collectors'  items. 
When  he  was  sick  in  a  New  Orleans  hos- 
pital several  months  ago,  he  whiled  away 
the  time  drawing  cartoons,  many  of  which 
were  published  in  leading  newspapers. 

He  is  also  an  omnivorous  reader  and, 
except  for  his  Warner  Brothers'  commit- 
ments, chooses  all  his  story  properties. 
Ernest  Hemingway,  the  novelist,  is  his 
great  and  good  friend.  They  like  to  hunt 
and  fish  together,  at  which  time  they  dis- 
cuss life  and  literature  at  length. 

Coop  is  also  a  very  smart  man  with  a 
dollar.  He  employs  no  agent  to  set  his 
business  deals  but  he  relies  on  his  own 
acumen.  He  has  a  lawyer,  I.  H.  Prinz- 
metal, who  looks  after  the  many  details 
and  contractual  obligations,  but  its  al- 


ways Gary  who  makes  the  decisions. 

He  earns  anywhere  from  $200,000  per 
picture    and    up.    Most   of    his  surplus 
funds  are  invested  in  what  is  known  in 
the  stock  market  as  "open-end  mutuals. 
investment  trusts. 

Gary's  father-in-law  is  Paul  Shields,  a 
one-time  member  of  the  board  of  gover- 
nors on  the  New  York  Stock  Exchange, 
and  when  the  actor  married  his  step- 
daughter, Veronica  Balfe,  in  1933,  Shield? 
advised  Cooper  to  invest  his  money  pru- 
dently   Cooper  followed  the  counsel. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  it  was  Gary  s  fin- 
nancial  know-how  that  caused  him  to 
abandon  cartooning  for  screen-acting. 

When  he  was  earning  $10  a  day  as  an 
extra,  and  scarcely  making  both  ends 
meet  since  he  only  averaged  about  two 
days'  work  per  week,  he  learned  that  one 
star,  Tom  Mix,  was  earning  $70,000  a 
month. 

"When  I  found  out  about  Mix  earning 
all  that  money,"  Coop  says,  "I  went  home 
and  got  my  drawing  boards  and  sold  all 
my  art  supplies.  I  waited  until  I  got  it>bi). 
Then  I  hired  a  cameraman  to  make  a 
screen  test  of  me.  After  that,  I  looked 
around  and  got  an  agent. 

"There  was  a  girl  working  in  his  otnce_ 
Nan  Collins  was  her  name.  We  started 
discussing  names  one  afternoon,  and  she 
said,  'A  name  like  Frank  Cooper  is  no 
good  There  are  two  Frank  Coopers  in 
pictures  already.  We've  got  to  get  some- 
thing new  for  you.'  She  finally  came  up 
with  Gary,  and  that's  how  I  became  Gary 
Cooper.  When  Sam  Goldwyn  hired  me 
for  a  bit  in  The  Winning  Of  Barbara 
Worth,  I  used  my  new  name  for  the  first 
time    It's  been  with  me  ever  since. 

Another  illustration  of  Cooper's  finan- 
cial wisdom  occurred  after  his  first  Para- 
mount contract  expired.  He  was  earning 
$300  a  week  at  the  time,  and  the  studio 
offered  to  double  that  sum.  When  he 
learned  that  Paramount  was  committed 
to  deliver  four  more  Gary  Cooper  films 
to  the  exhibitors.  Coop  refused  the  offer. 
He  went  hunting  for  a  month,  then  re- 
turned to  sign  a  contract  at  $1,750  a  week. 
His  first  job  under  the  new  deal  was  to 
star  opposite  Clara  Bow  m  one  of  the 
biggest  money-makers  of  the  period,  It. 
Which  brings  us  around  to  the  all-im- 
portant discussion  of  Gary  Cooper  and 
women. 


Foe  years  Cooper  has  aroused  the  ma- 
ternal instinct  in  women.  He  seems  so 
unknowing,  so  shy,  so  bashful,  skittish, 
and  unbending  that  they  want  to  guide, 
baby,  and  mother  him. 

Before  Coop  was  married,  he  was  the 
target  of  practically  every  eligible  girl  in 
Hollywood. 

Clara  Bow,  Lupe  Velez,  the  Countess 
Di  Frasso,  and  dozens  of  others  all  tried 
to  hook  him.  The  tall  Westerner  actually 
fell  in  love  with  some  of  these  women, 
but  he  always  realized  that  while  many 
of  them  were  attractive,  witty,  and  fas- 
cinating, none  would  make  a  good  wife, 
at  least  for  him— so  that  when  the  word 
"marriage"  was  mentioned,  he  ran. 

One  of  the  best  illustrations  of  the 
man's  great  popularity  and  enormous  la- 
tent supply  of  sex  appeal  occurred  at  the 
premiere  of  Design  For  Living,  a  him  in 
which  Coop  starred  with  Miriam  Hopkins 
Hundreds  of  women  broke  through  the 
ropes  around  the  theatre  entrance  and 
began  tearing  the  clothes  off  Garys  back^ 
It  got  so  bad  that  two  dozen  policemen  had 
to  rescue  the  actor  from  the  clutching 
hands  of  his  clamoring  female  admirers. 

When  Coop  finally  escaped  from  the 
mob  he  decided  that  the  best  thing  for 
him  to  do  was  to  get  married  and  settle 

d°Inni932,  at  a  party  given  by  MGM  art 
director  Cedric  Gibbons,  he  was  intro- 


duced  to  his  host's  niece,  a  girl  called 
Rocky,  named  Veronica  Balfe,  who  had 
appeared  in  a  few  pictures  under  the 
name  of  Sandra  Shaw.  They  were  mar- 
ried a  year  later,  and  in  1937,  Rocky  gave 
birth  to  a  daughter,  Maria. 

For  17  long  years  Gary  Cooper  was  a 
model  husband,  and  his  marriage  was  one 
of  the  most  successful  in  the  movie  colony. 

He  taught  Rocky  how  to  shoot,  and  in 
1938  she  won  the  California  Women's 
Skeet  Championship.  She,  in  turn,  taught 
her  husband  how  to  ski,  and  they  bought 
a  ski  lodge  in  Aspen,  Colorado. 

They  moved  into  a  white  Georgian  home 
m  Brentwood  that  covers  three-and-a-half 
acres  and  is  beautifully  landscaped  with 
gardens,  swimming  pool,  and  tennis  court. 
Coop  bought  a  small  tractor  and  culti- 
vated a  vegetable  and  citrus  garden,  and 
the  pair  took  to  raising  chickens  and 
ducks. 

It  was  an  idyllic  life,  combining  domes- 
ticity with  travel  and  outdoor  sports. 
What  happened  to  disrupt  this  paradise? 

A  iter  17  years,  Cooper,  reaching  that 
critical  stage  in  life  where  a  man  be- 
gins to  dread  the  inevitable  passing  of  his 
youth,  began  seeing  more  and  more  of  Pat 
Neal,  a  tall,  young,  talented  actress  he  had 
starred  opposite  in  The  Fountainhead. 
Pat  is  a  girl  of  integrity  and  insight,  and 
she  refused  to  become  the  cause  of  any 
marital  mishap. 

When  Gary  moved  out  of  his  house 
however,  and  Rocky  officially  announced 
their  separation,  Pat  felt  free  to  date 
Cooper.  As  everyone  knew  she  would, 
she  fell  hopelessly  and  completely  in  love 
with  him.  With  all  her  heart  she  hoped 
that  Coop  would  resolve  the  inner  strug- 
gle that  raised  itself  in  his  mind— the 
struggle  between  returning  to  Rocky,  or 
divorcing  her  and  starting  life  anew  with 
Pat. 

Cooper,  for  a  while,  was  beside  himself 
with  anguish  and  indecision.  If  he  di- 
vorced Rocky,  his  beloved  daughter,  Ma- 
ria, would  become  the  child  of  a  broken 
home. 

He  didn't  know  what  to  do.  He  felt  he 


couldn't  give  up  Pat— and  after  17  years, 
how  can  one  give  up  a  wonderful  wife? 

It  was  Pat  who  had  to  make  the  final 
decision.  After  all— it  was  she  who  was 
being  compromised.  If  there  was  no  hope 
of  Gary  marrying  her,  what  was  the  sense 
in  seeing  him  night  after  night?  What  was 
the  point  in  getting  more  and  more  in- 
volved when  the  end  would  be  misery? 

With  great,  soul-searing  courage,  Pat 
decided.  If  Cooper  had  no  intention  of 
divorcing  his  wife,  she  would  refuse  to 
see  him.  Coop  would  have  to  make  the 
choice — he  couldn't  have  his  cake  and  eat 
it,  too. 

Coop  stalled.  He  just  couldn't  break  off 
from  Rocky.  While  he  was  making  Spring- 
field Rifle  on  location  in  Lone  Palm  he 
would  call  his  wife  on  the  phone,  tell  her 
he'd  be  in  for  the  weekend  to  take  Maria 
out. 

Eventually,  Pat  Neal  realized  it  was 
hopeless.  She  cried  her  eyes  out,  packed 
her  bags,  refused  to  see  her  Hollywood 
friends,  left  town,  and  moved  to  New 
York,  her  heart  pretty  well  shattered. 

/^oop  was  broken  up  for  a  while — but 
^  after  a  few  weeks,  instead  of  recon- 
ciling with  his  wife  as  everyone  predicted, 
he  took  up  with  a  girl  named  Dusty 
Miller.  Before  he  left  for  Samoa  to  star 
in  Return  To  Paradise,  Gary  and  Dusty 
were  seen  everywhere  together,  especially 
in  the  night  clubs.  Coop  seemed  to  be 
living  every  night  as  if  it  were  his  last. 
No  one  took  their  affair  seriously,  how- 
ever, least  of  all  Coop  who  insisted  to 
columnists  that  he  had  to  do  something 
to  while  the  time  away  before  he  left  for 
the  South  Seas. 

Once  Paradise  was  finished,  Gary  re- 
turned to  Hollywood — but  not  to  Dusty 
Miller.  He  came  home  to  Rocky  just  in 
time  to  escort  her  to  the  highly-publicized 
Marion  Davies  party.  A  day  later  he  took 
off  for  Idaho  to  do  a  little  hunting  and 
to  decide  what  to  do  with  the  rest  of  his 
life. 

Right  now  Gary  Cooper  is  in  the  midst 
of  making  up  his  mind.  It  is  no  easy  job. 
The  stakes  are  high.  end 


daddy  is  a  character 

(Continued  from  page  39)  comes  home 
dead  tired  it's  another  matter.  The  min- 
ute he  gets  out  of  his  car  the  two  dogs, 
which  weigh  in  at  around  eighty  pounds 
each,  land  on  him  full  force,  and  ten 
minutes  later  when  John  has  beaten  his 
way  to  the  door,  he  finds  a  more  for- 
midable foe.  Russ  is  standing  there  with 
a  king-sized  grin,  and  immediately  lets  his 
old  man  have  it  in  the  shins.  Either  this, 
or  pummelling  John  in  the  stomach,  is 
Russ's  inimitable  way  of  letting  his  father 
know  he's  in  for  it.  And  John  smiles  a 
tight  little  smile  and  tosses  Russ  up  to  the 
ceiling  for  30  seconds  before  he  collapses. 

Naturally  Russell  has  no  clear  idea  of 
what  a  studio  is  or  the  meaning  of  the 
fact  that  daddy  is  an  actor.  He  takes  for 
granted  that  his  father's  picture  will  be 
in  every  magazine  he  picks  up  and  takes 
great  glee  in  leafing  through  each  one  ar- 
riving at  the  house  until  he  has  spotted 
John's  face.  Any  magazine  without  a  pic- 
ture of  Pop  isn't  worth  its  salt.  What  he 
does  understand  is  that  when  Daddy  is 
working  in  a  picture  he  must  keep  his 
nngernails  and  hammers  and  pistols  away 
from  John's  face.  He  learned  this  the 
hard  way  one  night  when  he  had  been 
twisting  John's  ear  and  his  nails  left  a  long 
scratch  across  his  father's  cheek.  You 
might  think  he  had  set' the  house  on  fire. 
John  jumped  up  and"  ran  to  a  mirror,  and 
Patti  went  over  to  Russ  and  explained  to 
him  that  when  Daddy  is  working  he  can't 


get  marks  on  his  face  because  the  camera 
picks  them  up  the  next  day.  This  informa- 
tion ran  through  Russ  like  a  sieve,  but  he 
does  cooperate  to  the  extent  that  he  now 
asks  if  John  is  working  before  he  clouts 
him  on  the  nose. 

TP  he  reference  to  his  father  working  in 
-1-  a  picture  was  the  one  that  stopped  him. 
The  only  pictures  he  had  ever  seen  were 
those  in  magazines  or  those  that  John  had 
painted.  John  used  to  set  up  his  easel 
and  canvas  in  the  patio,  and  pretty  soon 
Russ  would  spot  him  and  crawl  under  the 
canvas  and  stand  there  watching  his  father 
and /or  for  a  chance  to  get  his  fingers  in 
the  paint.  So  after  a  while  John  gave 
up  painting. 

As  a  matter  of  fact  John  is  always  start- 
ing something  he  doesn't  finish.  He  used 
to  do  a  lot  of  sculpting  and  Russ  is  fasci- 
nated by  the  assorted  unfinished  statues 
around  the  house.  A  few  have  bodies 
without  heads,  a  few  have  heads  without 
bodies,  and  the  only  completed  project  is 
that  of  an  apple.  After  that,  John  was 
bitten  by  the  photography  bug  and  cam- 
eras and  flashbulbs  littered  the  house  for 
weeks.  Then  one  day  two  men  came  to 
the  house.  They  were  from  Mexico  and 
John  told  Russ  they  were  bullfighters  and 
then  proceeded  to  learn  all  about  bull 
fighting.  He  read  a  couple  of  books  and 
practiced  around  the  house  with  the  cape 
the  matadors  had  left  for  him  as  a 
souvenir.  He  got  the  dogs  in  the  act  and 
put  Russ  to  work  with  a  dish  towel,  ex- 
plaining that  Russ  was  to  swing  out  of  the 


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way  when  the  dogs  ran  for  the  towel. 
This  would  have  probably  been  a  cinch  tor 
Russell,  but  his  old  man  had  to  get  tech- 
nical. Bull  fighters,  said  John,  stand  with 
their  feet  together.  So  he  put  Russs  feet 
side  by  side,  and  all  Russ  needed  in  that 
position  was  the  wind  from  the  dogs  going 
by.  He  fell  flat  on  his  face  and  then  looked 
up  at  his  father  with  an  expression  that 
clearly  said  any  fool  should  know  that  a 
boy  of  two-and-a-half  can't  balance  with 
his  feet  close  together.  ' 

Another  day  when  Russ  spotted  John 
swinging  the  cape  around  the  living  room 
he  figured  he'd  give  his  old  man  a  good 
time.  "I'm  toro,"  said  Russ,  who  has  a 
faculty  of  picking  up  new  words. 

John  beamed.    "Okay,"  he  said,  you 
charge  me  now."  ... 

Russ  pounded  on  the  floor  with  his  fists 
and  snorted  the  way  he  had  seen  John 
do  when  he  was  explaining  what  a  bun 
was.  He  went  straight  for  the  cape,  got  it  . 
wound  around  his  face  so  that  he  couldnt 
see  where  he  was  going,  and  by  the  time 
John  had  whisked  it  away  Russ  was 
headed  straight  for  the  edge  of  a  table. 
Inertia  took  him  right  into  it  and  he  got  a 
whack  on  the  nose  he'll  never  forget.  He 
looked  up  at  John  pretty  ruefully  but 
kept  his  counsel,  and  since  that  day  has 
never  again  joined  up  in  this  bull  game. 

Russ  probably  knows  anyway  that  its 
due  to  fade  any  day  now.  John  has  met 
Rito  Romero  the  wrestler  and  now  when- 
ever Russ  goes  looking  for  his  father  he 
usually  finds  him  in  the  patio  with  a  cou- 
ple of  muscle  men  who  are  tossing  each 
other  all  over  the  place.  When  John  gets 
tired  of  that  he  comes  in  the  house  and 
chisels  some  more  on  the  big  piece  of  dritt- 
wood  in  the  living  room.  This  is  a  pro- 
ject which  John  hopes  to  make  into  a- 
coffee  table  one  of  these  days.  Russ  doesnt 
know  which  of  these  days  it's  going  to  be 
because  it's  been  quite  a  few  of  them  now. 
John  chisels  and  chisels  until  hes  got  a 
flat  top,  and  then  he  puts  wax  m  the 
holes  and  then  he  puts  some  shiny  stuff  on 
it  and  rubs  and  rubs  it.  If  he's  ever  satis- 
fied with  the  way  it  looks,  then  he  11  have 
to  figure  out  some  way  to  put  legs  under  it. 

Russ  ignores  his  father  when  work  is 
in  progress  on  the  driftwood.  It's  no 
fun  at  all  unless  he  can  get  into  the  wax, 
and  that's  taboo.  He  also  ignores  his  par- 
ents when  they're  engaged  m  a  serious 
discussion.  If  they're  happy  and  gay  hes 
sure  to  break  it  up  by  shooting  everybody 
involved  with  his  assortment  of  pistols, 
but  if  they're  having  a  disagreement,  how- 
ever slight,  he  sits  down  and  plays  quietly, 
waiting  for  it  to  blow  over  so  that  he  can 
get  a  laugh  out  of  them. 

This  is  one  place  where  Russ  shines. 
He's  a  natural  comedian  and  never  fluffs  a 
chance  to  get  a  laugh.  The  first  time 
John  and  Patti  took  him  to  a  drive-m 
theatre  he  leaned  out  of  the  car  window 
and  informed  the  neighbors  that  he  was 
Russell  Derek.  "How  do  you  do?  he 
said.  "I'm  Russell  Derek.  Russell  Derek  s 
my  name."  ,    ,  ,  , 

"What  a  ham!"  said  John,  but  he  and 
Patti  laughed,  so  now  Russ  never  forgets 
to  do  this  when  they  go  to  a  drive-in  movie. 

For  a  long  time  he  had  his  hat  act.  Russ 
likes  hats  and  has  a  whole  pile  of  them, 
most  of  which  are  so  big  that  they  come 
down  over  his  face.  The  gag  was  fool- 
proof until  the  day  John  noticed  the  hats 
were  pushing  on  Russell's  ears  and  makmg 
them  stick  out.  So  now  when  Russ  puts 
on  a  hat  he  has  to  keep  it  way  on  top 
of  his  head.  He  can't  understand  all  this 
fuss  about  a  couple  of  ears. 

Nor  has  he  any  comprehension  about 
the  stew  over  the  gate  that  bars  the  way 
out  of  the  patio.  John  never  bothered  to 
open  it— just  leapt  over  it,  and  Patti  kept 
72  telling  him  he  was  going  to  set  Russell  a 


bad  example,  that  pretty  soon  the  boy 
would  try  to  climb  over  it.  So  John  took 
to  opening  and  closing  it  with  the  dignity 
of  a  prime  minister  when  he  went  through, 
and  Russ  feels  it's  all  much  ado  about 
nothing.  He  had  the  idea  to  climb  over 
that  gate  long  before  he  first  saw  his  father 
jump  it,  and  example  or  no,  he  intends 
trying  it  as  soon  as  he's  big  enough. 

He's  heard  them  discussing,  too,  the 
necessity  of  John  keeping  his  voice  down 
"Please  don't  raise  your  voice  in  tront  oi 
the  baby,"  Patti  says,  and  Russ  figures  it 
all  as  a  waste  of  time.  He  makes  so  much 
noise  all  by  himself  that  he  couldnt  hear 
his  father  if  John  used  a  microphone. 

Cometimes  Russ  just  doesn't  understand 
O  his  father.  Like  the  time  John  took 
him  down  to  the  corral  and  put  him  up  on 
Diamond  Star's  back.  Russ  likes  animals 
in  general  and  horses  in  particular,  and  so 

When  Edmund  Grainger  was  super- 
vising the  filming  of  The  Fabulous 
Texan,  he  endeavored  to  render  the 
smoke  signals  in  the  story  as  au- 
thentic as  possible  by  having  them 
supervised  by  a  couple  of  Arizona 

Indians.  .... 

After  they  had  finished  their  task. 
Grainger  warmly  commended  them 
for  the  splendid  job  they  did. 

"Oh,  there  was  nothing  to  it, 
one  of  the  Indians  rejoined.  "We 
•  learned   how  to  do  it  from  the 


movies. 


Irving  Hoffman  in 

The  Hollywood  Reporter 


couldn't  understand  why  John  was  so 
proud  that  he  wasn't  afraid.  The  toy  lizard 
that  John  brought  home  was  something 
else  again.  Real  lizards  are  okay— they  re 
fun— but  this  rubber  thing  bounced  around 
the  house  as  though  it  had  lost  its  mind, 
and  Russ  was  terrified  lest  the  thing  should 
land  on  his  head.  And  John,  instead  ot 
sympathizing,  threw  up  his  hands  m  be- 
wilderment. .  . 

The  two  are  worlds  apart  m  their  opin- 
ions about  toys,  too.  Russell  takes  every 
new  toy  completely  apart  in  a  matter  ot 
seconds,  figuring  nothing's  any  fun  until 
vou  know  what's  inside  of  it.  John,  on  the 
other  hand,  takes  the  strange  attitude  that 
toys  are  to  be  kept  whole.  The  only  one 
that's  remained  that  way  is  the  toy 
monkey  he  gave  Russ  last  Christmas  They 
gave  him  along  with  it  some  malarkey 
about  a  guy  named  Santa  Claus,  hut  Russ 
knew  quite  well  his  pop  had  bought  it  tor 
him  because  of  the  special  glow  on  his 
face  when  Russ  opened  it.  As  a  matter  ot 
courtesy  Russ  has  left  the  monkey  intact, 
but  the  suspense  is  killing  him  and  one 
dav  he'll  get  to  the  inside  of  that  thing. 

John  goes  along  with  him  unless  and 
until  the  going  gets  too  rough,  and  then 
starts  the  discipline.  Or  at  least  Johns 
own  brand  with  Russ,  which  consists  ot 
one,  maybe  two  whacks.  It  stops  there  be- 
cause, as  John  tells  Patti,  Russ  Asnt  the 
same  boy  when  he's  being  punished  that 
he  was  when  he  was  stuffing  hamburger 
into  his  mouth  with  his  hands.  That  calls 
for  a  whack,  sure,  but  the  minute  Russ 
turns  on  the  tears  John  melts  like  an  ice- 
berg in  the  Caribbean.  He  has  even  said, 
in  Russ's  presence,  that  his  son  s  face  gets 
him,  that  he  looks  like  an  angel  the  min- 
ute he's  done  something  wrong.  Russ 
wasn't  born  yesterday  and  knows  full  well 
that  all  he  has  to  do  is  squeeze  the  tears 
and  the  spanking  ceases. 

He  knows  his  father  is  a  big  man.  He  s 
seen  him  stick  on  a  spooky  horse  and  heard 
him  outpoint  friends  in  an  argument  But 
let  something  happen  to  Russ,  and  John  is 
as  effective  as  a  paper  cup  m  the  P*c™- 
Like  the  day  Patti  took  Russ  for  his  first 


haircut  and  drove  him  home  m  the  sun 
with  the  top  down.  The  heat  got  him  and 
by  the  time  he  got  home  he  passed  out, 
with  a  temperature  of  103.  When  he  came 
to,  John  was  rifling  through  the  telephone 
directory  and  frantically  calling  one  doctor 
after  another.  No  one  could  come  right 
away,  but  by  the  time  one  did  arrive  over 
an  hour  later,  Russ's  fever  had  disappeared 
and  he  was  chewing  happily  on  Johns 
pants  leg.  Russ  thinks  Johns  face  can 
change  from  May  to  December  faster  than 
anybody's  you  ever  saw. 

But  always  Russ  knows  that  John  is  on 
his  side,  even  if  the  old  man  does 
overdo  this  protective  stuff  a  little  bit. 
They're  great  pals  these  days  and  Russ 
tries  to  do  everything  John  does.  This 
includes  swimming,  which  he  does  quite 
well  for  his  years.  The  only  trouble  is 
that  just  as  he's  beginning  to  have  a  good 
time,  John  decides  Russ  had  better  get 
dressed  before  he  catches  cold.  And 
when  John  himself  has  a  cold  he  won  t 
let  Russ  near  him.  "Don't  touch  Daddy, 
he  says.  Russ  thinks  it's  pretty  silly  be- 
cause he  never  catches  a  cold.  He  can  t 
remember  when  he's  been  sick,  yet  his  old 
man  is  forever  watching  over  him. 

John  and  Patti  consider  Russ  to  be  a 
rather  well  behaved  boy  on  the  whole,  and 
quite  obedient.  They  keep  wondering 
aloud,  in  front  of  him,  whether  it  s  because 
of  their  training  or  his  own  good  nature. 
Russ  can't  figure  how  they  know  he  s  good. 
If  he  had  a  brother  or  sister  they  d  have 
some  way  of  comparing  him,  but  this  way, 
he  tells  himself  happily,  he  has  the  whole 
ship  to  himself.  He  knows  the  answer, 
though.  He  minds  because  he  doesn  t  make 
out  so  well  if  he  doesn't.  At  first  he  tried 
ignoring  it  when  John  called  him  to  come 
to  him  but  even  though  John's  spankings 
are  short  lived,  he  has  a  pretty  heavy 
hand.    So  with  simple  logic,  Russ  comes. 

John  has  given  up  the  spankings  almost 
entirely  by  now.  He  doesn't  enjoy  them 
—even  Russ  knows  that— and  hes  taken 
to  lecturing  instead.  If  Russ  mugs  it  up 
a  little  and  looks  real  interested  m  what 
his  old  man  is  saying,  John  is  sometimes 
good  for  a  lollypop  or  two.  So  Russ  stands 
there  looking  very  serious  and  listens  tor  a 
while  and  then  he  says,  "Okay,  okay, 
okay,"  and  that  always  breaks  up  John, 
who  forgets  to  finish  the  lecture. 

In  the  hours  without  lectures,  Russ  en- 
joys tremendously  his  relationship  with 
his  father.  He  seems  to  sense  already  that 
he  is  lucky  to  have  a  pop  who  likes  all 
kinds  of  sports  and  who  one  day  will 
be  able  to  teach  him  a  great  deal  about 
these  things.  And  when  John  goes  away 
on  business,  Russ  is  crushed.  The  house 
seems  so  big  and  so  empty  and  quiet. 


1  ohn's  trips  are  almost  always  made  by 
J  plane,  and  Russ  is  taken  to  the  airport 
to  wave  goodbye  to  John.  But  the  other 
morning  when  Russ  got  to  the  breakfast 
table  and  missed  John,  he  looked  puzzled 
and  said,  "Where's  Daddy? 

"Your  father's  gone  away,  down  to 
Mexico  to  see  a  bull  fight,"  said  Patti. 

"Silly  boy,"  said  Russ.  "He  didnt  go 
away.   I  didn't  wave  at  the  plane. 

"But  he  went  in  the  car,"  explained  Patti, 
and  Russ  looked  at  her  coolly  and  shook 
his  head.  "Nope,"  he  said.  ;;No  plane. 
You're  hiding  him  somewhere. 

He  was  really  unhappy  about  that  one. 
It's  bad  enough  to  have  the  old  man  gone, 
but  to  ^have  him  sneak  away  or  what  s 
worse,  hide  for  two  days,  was  more  than 
Russ  could  take.  He  wasn't  truly  happy 
again  until  John  came  home  and  he  could 
fry  out  from  behind  the  door  and  butt  the 
big  character  in  the  stomach.  END 

(John  Derek  will  soon  be  seen  in  Colum- 
bia's Prince  Of  Pirates.) 


no  tears  for  mitzi 

(Continued  from  page  47)  madcap  with 
an  irrespressible  sense  of  humor  and  a 
pixie  personality,  and  more  talent  than 
many  a  long-faced  drahmah  queen. 

He  forgave  her,  of  course.  In  fact  at 
the  end  of  the  production,  Negulesco  form- 
ally presented  her  with  a  tin  lunch  box. 
But  her  reputation  as  a  practical  joker  was 
so  firmly  established  at  this  point  that  the 
publicity  department  had  little  to  do  but 
embellish  it  from  time  to  time  with  more 
samples  of  Gaynor  gags  that  may  or  may 
not  have  happened. 

And  here's  where  the  real  practical  joke 
sets  in.  It's  a  strange  thing,  but  occasion- 
ally an  actress  is  given  a  build-up  which 
seemingly  fits  her  personality.  Then  a 
crisis  occurs  in  her  private  life,  and  the 
build-up  looms  false,  incongruous,  out  of 
character.   So  it  was  with  Mitzi  Gaynor. 

Coincidental  with  the  establishment  of 
Mitizi's  effervescent  sense  of  humor  came 
the  announcement  that  this  delightful, 
dancing  pixie  was  ecstatically  in  love  with 
a  handsome,  prematurely  gray  young  law- 
yer named  Richard  Coyle. 

This  love  affair,  which  was  Mitzi's  first, 
began  when  she  was  16.  It  lasted  five 
years.  It  was  supposed  to  culminate  in 
marriage  on  September  4th,  1952  when 
Mitzi  was  21.  It  culminated  in  nothingness. 
A  few  weeks  ago  Mitzi  and  Dick  Coyle  had 
one  of  those  momentous  heart-to-heart 
talks  which  usually  prefaces  the  breakup 
of  any  engagement. 

The  talk  took  place  in  the  old-fashioned 
Hollywood  Hills  home  where  Mitzi  and 
her  mother  lived  on  the  second  floor  and 
Dick  and  his  mother  lived  on  the  first. 

Mitzi  had  made  her  decision  the  week 
before,  and  because  she  is  honest  and 
straightforward  and  has  always  respected 
her  former  fiance  for  his  intellect  and  in- 
tegrity, she  made  it  short  and  sweet. 

"I'm  sorry,"  she  said,  removing  the  dia- 
mond engagement  ring,  "I  can't  wear  this 
any  longer." 

Dick  Coyle  said  nothing  for  a  moment, 
just  stood  there  gulping,  looking  into  the 
sad  brown  eyes  of  the  talented  beauty  who 
had  been  christened  Francesca  Mitzi  Mar- 
lene  de  Chenzy  von  Gerber. 

A  few  days  later  the  Coyles,  mother  and 
son,  moved  out  of  the  home  they  had 
jointly  occupied  with  the  Gerbers,  mother 
and  daughter.  Thus  finis  was  written  to  a 
Cinderella  romance  which  even  jaded  Hol- 
lywood had  accorded  the  destiny  of  a 
happy  ending. 

A  ftee  five  long  years  of  loving,  hoping, 
working,  waiting,  and  planning,  why 
did  Mitzi  Gaynor  break  her  engagement 
to  Richard  Coyle? 

The  31-year-old  attorney  when  asked 
»t  ,comrnent  on  the  breakup,  merely  said, 

Its  a  personal  thing,  and  I  don't  want 
to  talk  about  it." 

Mitzi  herself  says  in  her  usual,  jaunty, 
bouncing  style,  "These  things  happen.  A 
girl  just  decides  that  marriage  to  a  certain 
man  wouldn't  be  right  for  her;  so  she 
just  doesn't  marry  that  certain  man." 

Mrs.  Pauline  Gerber,  Mitzi's  mother, 
who  knows  something  about  heartache- 
she  left  her  husband  back  in  Detroit  when 
she  and  her  only  child  came  west  to  try 
their  luck— is  of  the  opinion,  "that  it  is  best 
to  forget  about  that  affair.  There's  no  point 
in  re-hashing  it.  Mitzi  is  only  21.  She  has 
yet  to  reach  the  peak  of  her  career,  and 
there's  plenty  of  time  for  marriage." 

All  of  these  quotations  beg  the  question. 
None  of  them  answers  it.  According  to  in- 
timates the  reason  Mitzi  Gaynor  isn't 
Mrs.  Richard  Coyle  today  is  that  she  has 
fallen  for  a  famous  studio  executive. 

Whether  Mitzi  Gaynor  cares  deeply 
for  this  man,  more  than  twice  her  age, 


whether  anything,  professional  or  non  pro- 
fessional, emerges  from  this  acquaintance- 
ship, it  definitely  proves  one  thing:  When 
a  16-year-old  girl  tells  the  world  that  she 
is  a  '  one-man-gal"  and  that  "I  have  found 
the  man  in  life  for  me,"  it  may  be  regarded 
as  the  delightfully  romantic,  but  often  false 
notion  of  any  young  girl,  immature  and 
tender  of  heart.  Mitzi  is  now  old  enough 
to  realize  she  wants  her  fling.  She  isn't 
ready  to  settle  down  with  any  one  young 
man  no  matter  how  brilliant,  amusing,  or 
educated. 

When  Mitzi  Gaynor  was  16  she  was 
dancing  in  Naughty  Marietta  at  the  Los 
Angeles  Civic  Light  Opera.  One  night 
backstage  she  caught  a  glimpse  of  a  tall, 
handsome  young  man  talking  to  Edward 
Everett  Horton.  The  tall  young  man 
caught  a  glimpse  of  her,  too.  The  glimpse 
became  a  stare. 

(  "A  funny  thing,"  Mitzi  has  said.  "I  knew 
I'd  just  have  to  meet  him.  I  asked  Horton 
to  introduce  me.  As  a  gag  he  wouldn't, 
but  he  did  tell  me  that  the  fellow's  name 
was  Richard  Coyle  and  that  he  was  a  fra- 
ternity brother  of  his,  and  that  he'd  just 
graduated  from  law  school  at  Northwest- 
ern." 

That's  how  it  started,  with  a  strong  rap- 
port of  physical  attraction  between  Mitzi 
Gaynor  and  Richard  Coyle. 

People  have  since  wondered  how  a  ma- 
ture, settled,  quiet,  well-educated  young 
man  like  Coyle  could  fall  for  a  scatterbrain 
like  Mitzi. 

The  truth  is  that  there  is  little  logic  or 
reasonableness  in  love.  Coyle  recognized 
great  potential  in  Mitzi,  and  when  she 
reached  her  17th  birthday— they  had  met 
and  dated  several  times  previously — he 
gave  her  a  gold  band,  a  ring  she  prefers 
to  call  "a  friendship  ring." 

The  important  factor  to  remember  in  this 
love'  affair  was  the  relative  obscurity  of  the 
participants.  Practically  no  one  had  ever 
heard  of  Richard  Coyle  in  California,  and 
Mitzi  Gerber  (the  name  she  went  by  be- 
fore Fox  changed  it)  was,  in  the  year  1947, 
a  dancer  who  had  worked  in  several  shows 
put  on  by  Edgar  Lester:  The  Fortune 
Teller,  Song  Of  Norway,  Louisiana  Pur- 
chase, and  Naughty  Marietta.  This  was 
no  love  affair  between  a  star-struck  youth 
and  a  well-known  dancer. 

Dick  and  Mitzi  were  just  a  pair  of  kids 
in  love,  so  much  in  love  that  one  night 
Mitzi  came  to  her  mother  and  said,  "Dick 
and  I  want  to  get  married." 

Looking  back  on  it  now  Mitzi  says, 
"Mother  didn't  exactly  blow  her  top.  She's 
much  too  sensible  for  that.  But  jhe  pointed 
out  other  entertainers  who  had  married  at 
an  early  age,  Shirley  Temple,  Lana  Turner, 
Judy  Garland.  I  knew  what  had  hap- 
pened to  their  first  marriages,  so  when 
she  suggested  that  we  wait  until  I  reached 
21,  I  objected  of  course,  but  in  my  heart 
I  felt  she  was  right. 

"After  all,  I  wasn't  anywhere  yet  in  my 
career  and  neither  was  Dick.  He  was  just 
starting  out  as  a  lawyer.  How  would  we 
support  ourselves?  When  you're  very 
young  and  very  much  in  love,  I  don't  guess 
you  worry  about  such  down-to-earth 
things." 

|\/|iTzr's  big  break  came  not  long  after 
she  had  been  graduated  from  the 
School  for  Professional  Children  run  by 
Mala  Powers'  mother.  George  Jessel,  the 
ex-20th  Century-Fox  producer  who  still 
refers  to  her  as  "Morris,"  caught  Mitzi 
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presence.  While  she  was  dancing  her  petti- 
coat slipped  down.  Very  casually  Mitzi 
stepped  out  of  it  and  continued  waltzing 
with  Walter  Slezak. 

George  Jessel  says  now,  "When  I  first 
caught  Morris  up  there  on  the  stage,  I  said 


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to  myself,  'This  kid  is  worth  a  test.  I  asked 
her  to  come  out  to  the  studio  and  she  sang 
'I'm  In  Love  With  A  Wonderful  Guy  while 
the  cameras  rolled.    I  thought  she  was 
singing  the  song  for  me,  but  now  she  says 
it  was  this  guy  Coyle  she  had  in  mind. 
Whoever  it  was,  she  did  a  great  job.  We 
signed  her  to  a  one-picture  deal  at  a 
grand  a  week.    When  Zanuck  saw  the 
rushes  he  gave  her  the  usual  seven-year 
contract  at  the  same  figure.    I  wanted  to 
change  her  name  into  something  pretty 
glamorous,  but  she  insisted  on  keeping  the 
Mitzi  and  the  same  last  initial,  so  we  came 
up  with  Gaynor." 

What  was  her  fiance  Richard  Coyle  do- 
ing while  Mitzi  was  earning  her  $1,000  a 
week?  Working  in  a  downtown  insurance 
office  during  the  day  and  studying  for  his 
bar  exams  during  the  night.    He  decided 
presently  that  it  was  more  prudent  of  him 
to  return  to  Chicago -  where  hed  been 
offered  a  better -paying  job. 

Starring  in  musicals  is  the  hardest  pic- 
ture-making there  is.    Mitzi  found  that 
out  when  she  reported  for  work  on  the 
set  of  My  Blue  Heaven— but  the  months  ot 
arduous  study  and  rehearsal  were  good  for 
the  slant-eyed  madcap  because  they  tired 
her  physically  and  she  hardly  had  enough 
strength  left  to  worry  about  her  Dickie- 
boy  in  Chicago.    Only  it  was  known  all 
around  Hollywood  that  Mitzi  Gaynor  was 
engaged,  and  none  of  the  local  wolves 
tried  to  move  in.   It  wouldn't  have  helped 
them  anyway.  ..  ...   .       «  . 

"I'm  a  one-man-gal,"  Mitzi  used  to  say. 
"and  I  have  been  since  I  met  Richard. 
Maybe  it's  corny  to  believe  in  love  at  first 
sight,  but  that's  what  happened  to  me. 

When  Richard  returned  from  Chicago 
he  and  his  mother  moved  into  the  Gerber 
residence,  which,  even  for  Hollywood,  is 
a  most  unique  move.  The  columnists  of 
course  quickly  came  to  the  conclusion 
that  Dick  and  Mitizi  had  eloped  some- 
where and  had  been  secretly  married. 

I  remember  I  once  asked  Mitzi  while 
she  was  making  Ta?ce  Care  Of  My  Little 
Girl  if  she  hadn't  eloped  to  Las  Vegas. 
"Look,  Cuz,"  she  said  (Cuz  is  the  moniker 
she  reserves  for  people  whose  names  she 
doesn't  know  or  remember)  "when  I  get 
married  it  won't  be  an  elopement.  We  ll 
do  it  up  right,  in  a  church  with  all  the 

heartbreak  ahead? 


{Continued  from  page  52)  feeling  that 
everyone  has  been  waiting  for  her  third 
marriage  to  blow  sky-high.  And  it  s  true. 
No  one  expects  the  Gardner-Sinatra  mar- 
riage to  last.  Even  as  you  read  these  very 
lines,  it  may  be  finished  either  temporarily 
or  for  good.  .  ,      „  . 

However,  for  Ava  it  won't  be  all  play. 
If  everything  goes  according  to  her  planned 
schedule  the  actress  will  remain  outside 
the  U.S.  at  least  18  months.  She  will  do 
Mogambo,  a  remake  of  the  original  Jean 
Harlow  film  titled  Red  Dust,  opposite  Clark 
Gable  in  Africa.  This  picture  will  be 
finished  by  March,  1953. 

Then  she  will  fly  to  Paris  or  London  to 
star  in  a  film  tentatively  titled  The  House 
On  Humility  Street.  Ava  will  portray  a 
night  club  singer  in  Paris  who  falls  tem- 
pestuously in  love  with  a  young  American 
who  is  preparing  for  the  priesthood.  This 
production  should  be  finished  by  the  end  ol 

19The  second  Mrs.  Sinatra  will  then  make 
a  third  picture  abroad;  neither  she  nor  the 
studio  knows  what  it  will  be. 

After  a  dozen  years  in  the  movie  colony 
of  spasmodic  work  at  salaries  ranging  from 
$250  to  $1,250  a  week,  Ava,  because  of  taxes 
and  mounting  expenses,  has  practically  no 
money  in  the  bank.  Moreover,  she  has  been 
74  exceedingly  unhappy  in  her  relationship 


trimmings."  Her  eyes  shone  with  dreams. 
"When  do  you  think  that'll  be?"  I  asked. 
Mitzi  grinned.  "Around  my  21st  birth- 
day " 

When  I  mentioned  that  conversation  to 
an  agent-friend  of  mine,  he  laughed  and 
came  up  with  a  prophecy  which  has  turned 
out  to  be  the  truth. 

"That  girl  ain't  marrying  anybody  tor 
a  long  time,"  he  said.  , 
"Don't  be  silly,"  I  answered.  Shes 
getting  married  in  September.    Told  me 
so  herself." 


The  agent  regarded  me  with  amused tol 
erance.    "I  know  that  little  chick,-  h 


he 

began,  "and  she's  career-crazy.  To  her, 
her  career  comes  first.  Don't  you  know 
she's  been  dancing  since  the  age  of  tour. 
Her  aunt  on  her  mother's  side  was  , a  con- 
cert ballet  dancer.  All  her  life  this  kid 
has  been  trained  for  stardom.  I  used  to  see 
her  mother  around  town  when  they  lust 
came  here  from  Detroit.  She  used  to  make 
the  studio  rounds  with  Mitzi  trying  to  get 
the  kid  a  break.  The  mother  is  a  frustrated 
actress.  She's  living  her  life  vicariously 
through  Mitzi. 

"Mitzi's  got  the  same  sense  ot  values  as 
her  mother.  You  think  she's  going  to  give 
up  what  she  has  now  to  get  married  to 
this  lawyer?  , 

"I  may  be  talking  through  my  hat,  but 
this  kid,  as  cute  and  smart  as  she  is— 
well,  she's  career-driven,  and  I U  give  you 
Bve-to-one  that  come  September  she 
stays  married  to  20th  Century-Fox  Mitzi 
is  heading  for  the  big-time,  and  she  11  let 
some  big-time  guy  help  her,  but  you  can 
bet  your  last  doughnut  that  there  isnt  a 
guy  alive  today  who's  going  to  slow  her 

d°"Mind  you,  I'm  not  knocking  the  kid.  1 
think  she's  wonderful,  really  talented;  1 
caught  some  of  the  rushes  of  The  I  Dont 
Care  Girl,  and  she's  swell;  but,  like  I  say, 
she'd  have  to  have  rocks  in  her  head  to 
give  it  all  up  for  marriage.    I  dont  thinK 

she  will."  ...  i 

In  retrospect  the  agent  was  right,  and 
practically  all  the  rest  of'Hollywood  wrong. 
People  who  know  Mitzi  well  say  she  made 
a  sad  mistake  in  going  steadily  with  one 


m A*  girl  who  attended  Mme.  Katherine 

with  MGM— L.  B.  Mayer,  former  produc- 
tion chief  at  the  studio,  was  furious  with 
her  for  going  around  with  Frank  Sinatra- 
and  she  was  determined  not  to  re-sign  with 
that  organization.  ia 
However,  when  she  was  offered  18 
months  abroad,  a  fat  boost  in  salary  and 
a  chance  to  keep  most  of  it,  she  forgot  her 
"mad"  and  signed  the  new  deal.  It  was 
rumored  that  she  wanted  a  clause  m  her 
contract  permitting  her  to  star  in  at  least 
one  picture  with  Frank  Sinatra,  and  while 
the  matter  was  broached,  MGM  refused 
to  entertain  any  such  thought.    _  , 

It  wasn't  only  the  pot  of  gold  that  made 
Ava  Gardner  decide  to  try  to  reach  the 
other  end  of  the  rainbow.  This  change  ot 
scene"  may  be  just  what  the  doctor  ordered 
for  Mrs.  Sinatra's  marital  ills.  Her  union 
with  Frank  is  unhealthy.  It's  heading  to- 
'  ward  an  early  demise.  The  symptoms  are 
all  there,  everybody  recognizes  them 
Everybody  discusses  them. 

va  knows  this  and  it  nettles  her.  In  the 
year  that  she  and  Frank  have  been 
married  they've  bickered,  fought  and 
quarreled  all  over  the  town.  Generally  Ava 
is  an  honest,  frank-talking  girl,  but  when 
reporters  questioned  her  about  these  fights 
she  denied  them  and,  oh  one  occasion,  she 
bitterly  berated  one  of  the  best  wntei 
friends  she  has  in  Hollywood  because  he 
printed  a  truthful  approximation  ol  her 
marital  status  with  Frank. 


Etienne's  ballet  school  with  the  dancer,  told 
me,  "Mitzi  loves  a  variety  of  things.  She 
has  a  restless  nature.  Every  girl  should 
use  her  adolescent  years  as  a  time  for  ex- 
periment, a  time  for  dating.  That  s  the 
only  way  you  get  to  know  about  men.  They 
say  boys  need  a  fling  as  part  of  their  edu- 
cation. The  husband  who  marriesj  early 
usuaUy  kicks  over  the  traces.  Isnt  that 
what  happened  to  Kirk  Douglas?  In  a 
way   I   think  that's   what  happened  to 

M"Outside  of  a  few  schoolgirl  crushes  she 
never  dated  anyone  but  Dick  Coyle.  When 
you're  very  young  the  way  she  was,  you 
start  out  being  infatuated  with  a  fellow. 
If  after  a  year  or  two  you  dont  get  mar- 
ried the  infatuation  cools  off.  It  s  the  same 
with  most  marriages.  I  think  if  Mitzi 
really  wanted  to  marry  Richard  she  could 
have  done  so  last  year  when  she  was  20. 
After  all  the  age  of  consent  in  California  is 
18 

"Actually  it's  a  good  thing  that  she's  de- 
cided to  play  around  a  little.  The  more 
she  sees  of  other  men,  especially  in  Holly- 
wood, the  more  she'll  realize  what  a  won- 
derful guy  she  had  in  Dick  Coyle.  lve 
heard  all  those  rumons  about  Mitzi  and 
her  V.  I.  P.  and  while  he's  a  very  influential 
man  and  can  help  any  actress  a  great  deal 
—let's  face  it,  he  doesn't  happen  to  be  the 
marrying  kind.  Of  course,  if  Mitzi  doesn  t 
want  to  get  married,  she  can  play  the  held. 
But  playing  the  field  isn't  very  rewarding. 
By  the  time  you  decide  on  one  certain  guy, 
you  usually  discover  that  he's  married  to 
somebody  else." 

Mitzi's  mother  feels  that  an  actress  can 
have  both  a  career  and  marriage— and 
quite  a  few  actresses,  Susan  Haywaro. 
June  Allyson,  Jane  Powell,  and  Jeanne 
Crain— have  all  managed  to  pull  the  trick. 
Right  now,  however,  Mitzi  is  concentrating 
on  her  career  and  if  there  is  some  other 
man  who  has  the  inside  track  on  her  heart, 
she  is  keeping  his  identity  hidden. 

The  girl  who,  according  to  all  the  pub- 
licity handouts,  is  supposed  to  gush  like 
a  severed  artery,  cracking  jokes  left  fid 
right,  ready  with  a  quip  at  the  slightest 
provocation,  says  very  little  these  days.- 
Has  a  new  love  got  your  tongue,  Mitzi.' 

END 


A 


When  you  quarrel  in  public,  when  your 
husband  goes  on  location  with  you  as  Frank 
did  with  Ava  when  she  made  Vaquero  in 
Utah,  it  is  a  physical  impossibility  to  keep 
these  battles  a  secret.  People  see  and  peo- 
ple will  talk.  .   „  ,  .  ut 
Why  do  Ava  and  Frank  fight  so  muchf 
The  answer  is  that  Ava  is  basically  a 
shy,  insecure,  fear-ridden,  intelligent  young 
woman  who  knows  that  for  many  years  the 
man  to  whom  she  is  now  married  was  re- 
garded as  a  Casanova  of  the  20th  century 
Having  spent  a  good  deal  of  time  with 
Artie  Shaw,  Ava  knows  what  hfe  is  like  f or 
a  crooner  like  Frankie  on  the  road.  She 
knows  that  when  he  plays  New  York  a 
small  army  of  females  thrives  in  that 
town  any  member  of  which  would  love  to 
get  her  lips  on  her  man.  She  knows  that 
Sinatra,  has,  when  he  wants  to  use  it,  great 
charm,  warmth,  and  good  nature.  In  the 
mood,  Frank  can  charm  the  fangs  out  ot  a 

Sn£6a  singer  he  may  have  passed  his 
prime,  but  as  a  man  he  is  still  virile,  at- 
tractive, and  particularly  appealing  to  the 
type  of  girl  who  foUows  bands  and  singers 
Jealousy  has  frequently  been  defined  as 
that  intangible  which  sits  up  with  a  wife 
when  her  husband  is  out  late.  Ava  is  not 
particularly  jealous-it  is  impossible  tot 
anyone  to  have  been  married  to  such  hus- 
bands as  Mickey  Rooney  and  Artie  Shaw 
without  developing  an  awareness  of  the 
foibles  inherent  in  man-it  is  rather  that 


she  is  fearful,  afraid  that  her  marriage  to 
Frank  will  inevitably  come  apart  at  the 
seams. 

When  Frank  is  away  from  her,  and  in 
the  year  of  their  marriage  he's  been  work- 
ing out  of  town  in  New  York,  Lake  Tahoe, 
New  Jersey,  Chicago— wherever  he  could 
pick  up  a  buck— Ava  has  been  bedeviled 
by  thoughts  which  give  her  no  peace.  She 
wonders  what  Frank  is  doing  when  he 
isn't  working;  her  imagination  begins  to 
play  tricks  on  her,  and  she  cannot  sleep. 

It  is  no  exaggeration  to  say  that  at  the 
time  she  left  for  Africa  she  had  developed 
a  beautiful  case  of  insomnia  for  herself. 
She  couldn't  go  to  bed  until  she  was  utterly 
exhausted  and  worried  out,  usually  by  4: 00 
or  4:30  in  the  morning;  and  she  would  sleep 
a  restless,  troubled  sleep  until  1:00  or  2:00 
in  the  afternoon.  Worse  yet,  her  appetite 
fell  off,  and  she  became  so  thin  that  at  such 
formal  functions  as  the  Marion  Davies 
party  she  could  not  afford  to  wear  a  strap- 
less gown,  so  much  had  the  wherewithal 
to  hold  it  up  diminished. 

Whether  Ava  has  had  any  grounds  to 
worry  about  Frank  is  beside  the  point. 
The  fact  is  that  she  thinks  she  has,  and  for 
a  year  she's  worried  herself  sick.  In  Sep- 
tember when  Frank  was  playing  the 
Riviera  in  Jersey,  Ava  came  to  New  York 
and  stayed  with  him  at  the  Hampshire 
House.  One  evening  after  a  long  dragged- 
out  verbal  battle  in  which  she  accused  the 
thin  man  of  behavior  not  on  par  with  her 
expectations,  Ava  returned  to  their  suite. 
Frank  had  gone  to  Jersey,  and  inwardly 
she  was  seething.  She  took  off  her  wedding 
ring,  wrote  him  a  short  but  blistering  fare- 
well note,  left  the  ring  over  which  they 
both  had  taken  their  marriage  vows,  on  top 
of  the  note,  packed  her  bags,  and  returned 
to  the  Coldwater  Canyon  house  they  used 
to  rent  in  Beverly  Hills. 

When  Frank  got  back  to  the  hotel  the 
following  morning  he  was  flabbergasted. 
Regardless  of  his  behavior  he  loves  Ava 
more  than  he  has  ever  loved  any  other 
woman,  and  when  he  read  her  farewell 
note,  it  seemed  to  him  as  if  the  bottom  had 
dropped  out  of  everything.  "She  can't  do 
this,"  he  kept  saying  to  himself. 

His  first  impulse  was  to  race  to  La 
Guardia,  catch  a  plane,  and  follow  Ava 
home.  Then  he  realized  he  was  booked 
into  the  Hotel  Chase  in  St.  Louis  in  a  few 
days,  and  if  he  cancelled  out  he  would  be 
sued  for  the  small  fortune  he  doesn't  have. 

He  put  the  marriage  ring  Ava  had  left 
into  his  pocket,  waited  until  the  next  day, 
then  placed  a  long  distance  phone  call  to 
Beverly  Hills.  Eventually  Ava  came  to  the 
phone.  The  newlyweds  spoke  and  quar- 
reled. The  same  old  story  ...  Do  you 
promise?  Yes,  I  promise.  I've  heard  that 
one  before  .  .  .  and  on  ad  infinitum. 

P  resently  Frank  discovered  that  he'd  lost 
Ava's  wedding  ring.  He  ordered  a  dupli- 
cate. In  Hollywood,  however,  Ava  confided 
to  friends  that  she  and  Frank  were  ap- 
proaching the  end  of  the  trail.  She  couldn't 
care  less,  she  asserted,  if  he  cancelled  plans 
to  accompany  her  to  Africa  and  Europe.  She 
was  taking  her  inoculations  for  scarlet 
fever,  cholera,  smallpox,  and  a  flock  of 
tropical  diseases,  and  she  didn't  care  what 
he  did.  This  of  course  was  merely  so  much 
venting  of  the  spleen.  Ava  cared  a  good 
deal.  She  drove  down  to  the  Palm  Springs 
house,  the  only  home  the  Sinatras  really 
own,  and  when  Frank  phoned  from  St. 
Louis,  she  was  a  little  more  amenable  to  his 
proposals  for  a  truce. 

Frank  said  he'd  be  home  in  a  week  or 
two,  and  Ava  said  she  was  going  to  the 
Marion  Davies  party  with  Lana  Turner 
and  Fernando  Lamas.  A  few  days  later, 
she  added,  she  and  Lana  were  going  down 
to  Tijuana  for  the  bull  fights.  Carlos 
Arruza,  the  great  Mexican  matador,  was 
nghting,  and  she  didn't  want  to  miss  him. 


Frank  allowed  as  he  might  be  able  to  make 
the  bullfights  with  her.  This  was  the  peace 
prelude. 

When  he  was  finished  with  his  Hotel 
'  Chase  engagement,  the  crooner  flew  home. 
A  day  later  he  and  Ava  had  made  up. 
Frank  had  been  reinstated  in  his  wife's 
good  graces.  She  told  him  about  the  fight 
Lana  and  Lamas  had  engaged  in  at  the 
Davies  party  and  explained  that  Lana 
would  attend  the  bullfights  with  Benny 
Cole.  y 
Benny  is  a  former  business  manager  for 
Artie  Shaw  who  now  works  as  a  business 
manager  for  two  of  Artie's  ex-wives,  Lana 
and  Ava.  He  is  a  very  indulgent  young 
man  and  specializes  in  what  he  calls  "per- 
sonal service."  He  runs  errands  for  his 
clients,  accompanies  Lana  to  Lake  Tahoe, 
carries  messages  for  the  girls  to  and  from 
MGM,  even  acts  as  their  escort  when 
escorts  are  scarce. 

When  the  bullfights  at  Tijuana  were  over 
on  October  12th,  and  some  5,000  people 
in  the  audience  had  seen  Frank  squeezed 
like  a  sardine  between  Ava  and  Lana,  the 
news  was  quickly  flashed  that  Ava  and 
Frank  had  effected  another  reconciliation 
—no  one  knew  or  cared  exactly  which  re- 
conciliation this  was,  the  tenth  or  the 
twentieth— and  that  both  of  them  would 
leave  for  Africa  together. 

A  few  days  later  I  ran  into  them  at 
Frascati's,  a  restaurant  in  Beverly  Hills. 

"You  going  overseas  with  Ava?"  I  asked 
the  singer. 
"You  bet,"  he  said. 
"Going  to  do  any  work  over  there?" 
"I  think  so,"  Frank  said.  He  explained 
that  there  were  many  theatres  in  Africa, 
particularly  in  South  Africa   where  he 
might  entertain,  but  that  more  than  any- 
thing else  he  didn't  want  to  get  too  far 
away  from  Ava.  That's  what  most  of  their 
trouble  had  been  about  in  this  country, 
being  separated  because  of  the  circum- 
stances of  their  respective  careers. 

Ava  pointed  out  that  some  of  Mogambo 
would  be  shot  in  England  and  that  Frank 
had  always  been  extremely  popular  at  the 
Palladium  in  London  and  could  undoubt- 
edly find  bookings  there.  They  both  seemed 
as  happy  as  I've  ever  seen  them. 

Just  how  long  that  happiness  will  last 
I  don't  know.  I  do  know,  however,  that  Ava 
was  happy  to  get  away  from  Hollywood. 
This  town  has  given  her  a  strange  kind  of 
guilt  complex. 

I  remember  a  few  months  ago  when 
Frank  was  singing  at  the  Coconut  Grove 
in  Los  Angeles.  Ava  had  dyed  her  hair 
blonde  and  used  to  come  to  the  hotel  for 
the  first  show  to  give  her  man  every  pos- 
sible support  on  his  comeback  trail.  Mid- 
way during  his  performance,  Frank  would 
turn  to  the  audience  and  ask  for  requests. 

One  night  a  particularly  obnoxious  red- 
head jumped  to  her  feet.  When  Frank 
offered  to  sing  any  of  the  many  songs  he'd 
made  famous,  this  "beaut"  shouted,  "Sing 
'Nancy'!  Sing  'Nancy'!  We  want  'Nancy'!" 
("Nancy"  is  the  title  of  a  love  ballad 
dedicated  to  Frank's  first  wife.) 

At  that  moment  I  looked  across  the  room 
at  Ava.  She  was  sitting  with  Frank's  man- 
ager, Hank  Sanicola.  Her  white  complexion 
was  an  uncomfortably  unbecoming  shade 
of  red. 

/"Overseas  Ava  Gardner  Sinatra  is  sure 
^  such  embarrassments  won't  occur. 
She  hopes  she's  said  goodbye  to  this  kind 
of  heartache.  Which  is  one  reason  she's  glad 
she  went.  The  other,  and  much  less  im- 
portant, is  the  money  Money  has  never 
been  the  prime  consideration  in  Ava  Gard- 
ner's life.  "I  never  had  any  to  begin  with," 
she  once  said,  "and  I  don't  expect  I'll  have 
any  at  the  end." 

The  last  thing  she  wants  to  do  in  the 
world  is  to  have  to  admit  the  same  thing  of 
happiness  with  Frank  Sinatra.  end 


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his  kind  of  man 

(Continued  from  page  32)  "Give  me  just 
one  kiss,  please!"  Bob  shook  her  off  and  hit 
out  for  the  truck.  Another  girl  was  already 
inside.  He  deposited  her  politely  but 
firmly  back  on  the  street.  "Gun  it!  he 
yelled  to  Tim,  already  at  the  wheel. 

As  they  roared  away,  Bob  noticed  his 
boys,  Jim  and  Chris,  wide  awake  and 
wider  eyed.  .  ,  , 

"What's  the  big  attraction?"  ; Jim  asked. 
"Sounded  like  dames.  Was  it?" 

"It-  was,"  panted  Bob.  "Nutty  dames 
They  think  I'm  a  movie  star." 

"Well,"  countered  Jim,  "aren  t  you.' 
"That's  what  some  people  claim  back 
in   Hollywood,"   answered   Bob.     But  I 
never  believed  that,  do  you?" 
"Naw— not  if  you  say  so. 
"Attaboy,"  his  pop .  patted  him.  Now 
get  back  to  sleep." 

Bcb  Mitchum  was  running  away  trom 
Hollywood— shaking  the  glamor-dust  from 
his  kicks  as  he's  done  before  when  it  got 
too  thick  for  comfort.  At  that  get-away 
point,  he  didn't  want  to  be  reminded 
of  a  status  which,  for  reasons  peculiar  to 
Robert  Charles  Mitchum,  he  is  forced 
periodically  to  assure  himself  and  every- 
one close  to  him  ain't  necessarily  so— even 
though  it  so  obviously  is. 

"This  Hollywood  star  stuff— its  still  not 
for  real.  I'm  just  in  on  a  pass.  I'm  like  a 
guest  in  the  house.  Soon— I'll  be  traveling 
on.  I'm  not  a  big  Hollywood  star,  and 
I'm  not  terribly  interested  in  being  one 
I  haven't  enhanced  my  position  much 
socially  or  financially.  Sure— I've  got  a 
house  with  a  mortgage— a  wonderful  wile 
and  three  wonderful  kids,  a  '48  Buick  and 
this  knockout  heap.  But  I  get  little 
benefit  or  satisfaction  out  of  being  a  freak 
I've  been  one  for  eight  years.  Ten  years 
is  long  enough  for  a  guy  to  stick  at  any 
job,  isn't  it?  I'm  just  sweating  out  the  next 
two  years  on  my  contract  and  hoping  to 
do  one  good  job.  Then— here  we  go  again! 

You  might  call  that  the  home-again 
blues.  Or  the  get-away  blues.  Or  the 
Mitchum  melancholies.  Whatever  the  tag. 
they're  what  seizes  Bob  Mitchum  when- 
ever he's  had  a  footloose  look  at  the  world 
outside  Hollywood,  when  the  pressure 
builds  up  and  he  itches  to  be  on  his  way. 
It's  a  chronic  affliction  with  as  misunder- 
stood a  character  as  has  ever  landed  on 
Hollywood's  golden  shores,  but  who  found 
the  elusive  gold  he's  juggled  there  not  the 
kind  of  stuff  he  was  chasing  at  the  end 
of  the  rainbow 

'ight  now  Robert  Mitchum's  salary  is 
1  $20C,000  a  year.  He's  the  mainstay  and 
the  work  horse,  too,  of  RKO  studios,  the 
boy  they  call  on  when  the  going  looks 
rough  for  a  script  or  a  picture.  In  the  year 
before  he  took  off  for  his  rambling  "rest 
leave"  he  ground  out  five.  The  best,  The 
Lusty  Men,  was  his  own  idea  which  he 
helped  cast  and  helped  write.  In  between 
he  raced  off  for  vain  bursts  of  freedom, 
trying  to  avoid  what  happened  once  when 
he  was  making  two  pictures  at  MGM  rind 
another  at  RKO  simultaneously.  After 
working  19  straight  days  and  19  straicht 
nights  he  went  berserk,  kicked  an  S.18,000 
camera  into  a  water  tank,  tore  up  the 
wardrobe  department,  demolished  a  set 
and  insulted  several  dignified  stars.  But 
until  last  July  each  time  Bob  shook  him- 
self loose  from  Hollywood,  they  yanked 
him  right  back. 

"I've  been  dying  for  dear  old  RKU  a 
year  and  a  half  and  now  I'm  dead— all 
flaked  out,"  he  told  his  bosses  last  July 
"Goodbye,  boys,  I'm  through."  Small  won- 
der Bob  was  in  no  mood  for  the  movie 
star  treatment  that  night  up  in  Idaho 
after  he'd  finally  fled  Hollywood  in  the 
76  "Oochapap''    as    he    calls    his    house  or 


wheels  which  is  built  on  a  Ford  truck. 

After  that  upsetting  incident,  the 
Oochapap  rolled  on— farther  and  farther 
away  from  Hollywood— over  Colorado  s 
Rockies  and  across  Oklahoma's  plains. 
Through  the  piney  woods  of  Arkansas,  the 
cypress  swamps  and  along  the  bayous  of 
Mississippi  and  Louisiana.  Along  the  way, 
the  gear  inside  Bob's  ramble  wagon  got  a 
thorough  workout  as  Mitch  and  his  boys 
stopped  and  camped  where  they  pleased, 
fished,  hunted,  swam,  explored  and  chinned 
with  the  characters  they  met. 

n  New  Orleans,  his  wife,  Dorothy,  joined 
the  gang  and  they  headquartered  at 
their  pal,  Frank  Monteleone's  hotel  in  the 
Old  Quarter  of  the  Mitchums'  favorite  city, 
where  time  goes  back  a  couple  of  hundred 
years  They  roamed  up  and  down  the  nar- 
row streets  with  their  filigreed  iron  bal- 
conies, along  Bourbon  and  Royal,  and 
listened  to  the  throbbing  Basin  Street 
jazz  Mitch  loves.  They  ate  shrimps  Creole 
and  drank  Sazeracs,  exploring  the  intimate 
ante-bellum  charms  of  the  Old  Absinthe 
House,  the  Vieux  Caree,  the  Famous  Door, 
the  LaFitte  Bar.  When  that  palled,  the 
Mitchums  rolled  along  the  Gulf  Coast  to 
Biloxi  and  Pass  Christian  where  Frank 
Monteleone  and  his  wife,  Isabel,  had  a 
big  log  house  up  beside  a  bayou  under 
ancient  moss-draped  oaks  and  a  boat  right 
in  the  front  yard.  Bob  chugged  out  on  the 
Gulf,  ran  into  a  line  squall  that  almost 


♦HOLLYWOOD 
MERRY-GO-ROUND 

•  One  movie  director — Arch  Obolei 
of  radio  fame— likes  to  refer  to  him- 
self in  third  person.  Production  was 
lagging  but  Oboler  insisted  on  doing 
a  scene  over  "I  don't  believe  Obo- 
ler likes  that  scene  the  way  it  is 
now,"  he  said. 

Disgustedly,  his  unhappy  producer 
remarked,  "When  he  comes  in,  I'll 
tell  him." 

*fvom  the  book  by  Andrew  Heckt 


swamped  the  thing,  had  his  arm  halt 
yanked  off  by  scrappy  tarpon.  He(  went 
into  the  bayou  country  angling  for  green 
trout"  the  big  Mississippi  bass  that  grow 
as  fat  as  whisky  jugs;  banged  away  at 
alligators  in  the  swamps  with  his  rifle, 
and  on  some  lazy  days  just  lounged  around 
in  the  mossy  shade  with  Dorothy  and  his 
hosts,  nursing  a  tall,  cool  one.  Hollywood 
seemed  a  million  miles  away  and  even 
more  unimportant  to  a  joker  who  never 
figured  it  was  important  to  him,  anyway. 

After  that  the  Oochapap  (a  Cajun  word 
for  practically  anything)  pushed  on  across 
Texas  where  everybody  seemed  to  have  a 
few  million  dollars,  everybody  wanted  to 
toss  a  party  for  Bob  and  Dorothy  and 
nobody  could  understand  him  when  he 
said,  at  last,  "I've  got  to  get  back  to  work. 

"Work?"  drawled  one  lady  sadly,  when 
she  heard  that  excuse    "Why,  he's  such 
a  nice  boy— does  he  have  to  work?  My 
husband,"  she  sighed,  "had  to  work  once 
-poor  man."  . 

But  Bob  knew  what  was  coming.  Holly- 
wood caught  up  with  him  in  Texas.  He 
opened  The  Lusty  Men  in  Dallas,  and  m 
Kilgore  at  his  friend  Judge  McGee's  house 
*h,c  w't  "srr^    'Take  the  next  plane  home. 


you're  starting  a  picture."  So  the  Mitchums 
flew  home  and  Tim  Wallace  drove  the 
Oochapap  back.  The  pipe  dream  was 
ended,  but  not  forgotten.  Despite  a  three- 
month  hiatus  from  Hollywood  footloose 
and  free,  roaming  and  rambling,  the  gnaw- 
ing, dissatisfied  restlessness  remains  m 
Bob  Mitchum's  big  chest— and  fortunately 
or  unfortunately  for  him— I'm  pretty  sure 
it  always  will. 

I  dropped  in  on  the  Mitchums  a  week 
after  they  got  home  this  fall.  Bob  was 
still  wearing  his  red-checked  hunting 
shirt  and  his  travel-soiled  jeans.  The 
picture  job  that  spelled  sudden  death  to 
his  holiday  still  hadn't  started  then,  and 
Bob  was  pacing  restlessly  around  the  big 
pine-panelled  living  room  of  his  Mande- 
ville  Canyon  place.  Phones  jangled  con- 
stantly and  sometimes  Bob  answered  them. 
Sometimes  he  just  growled,  "I  left  yester- 
day "  and  prowled  outside  to  where  the 
Oochapap  was  parked,  still  crammed  with 
the  outdoor  junk,  as  if  straining  at  the 
leash  to  haul  Mitch  out  on  the  open  road 
again.  On  the  lawn  stretched  his  canvas 
boat,  looking  lonesome  and  thirsty  for 
water.  Bob  came  back  in  the  house, 
sprawled  on  a  long,  leather  sofa  built  to 
handle  his  outsized  frame,  reached  for  a 
shotgun  and  started  polishing  it  with  an 
oiled  rag.  fc  , 

His  wife,  Dorothy,  who  has  the  softest 
brown  eyes  of  any  girl  in  Hollywood,  sat 
in  a  club  chair  knitting.  A  fire  crackled 
in  the  big  fireplace.  Pretty  soon  Dots 
mother,  Ina,  brought  in  a  fat,  blue-eyed . 
bundle— Petrina,  Bob's  new  daughter,  the 
prettiest,  healthiest  baby   girl  you  ever 
saw    and  one  you'd  never  guess  almost 
died  when  she  was  born  last  winter.  Bob 
bounced  her  on  his  knees,  made  faces  and 
got  faces  back,  called  her  "Baldy  then 
brought  her  a  drink  of  warm  milk  to 
apologize.  Chris,  wearing  a  grin  under  a 
cocky,  once  white  sailor  hat  romped  in 
from  school  reminding  his  dad  that  the 
paper   drive   was   coming   up   at  Santa 
Monica  Canyon  school,  also  a  PTA  meet- 
ing and  don't  forget  the  Cub  Scout  picnic. 
"You're  in,"  grinned  Bob,  "I'll  be  there. 
Chris  vanished  into  the  study  to  practice 
his  piano  lesson,  and  about  then  Jimmy 
called  from  Harvard  Military  Academy. 
He'd  just  cracked  his  jaw  playing  football, 
he  reported,  and  by  the  way,  he  wouldn  t 
be  home  that  week— yeah,  he  confessed, 
still  working  off  demerits 

You'd  have  never  guessed,  witnessing 
that  cozy  domestic  scene,  that  Bob 
Mitchum  could  ever  want  or  needl  any- 
thing more  than  what  was  around  him. 
That  is,  until  you  saw  Bob  jump  out  of 
his  chair,  burst  through  the  door  and  stare 
up  at  the  sky.  A  thin,  wavering  line  in 
V-formation  was  heading  south.  Geese 
How  Bob  heard  their  beckoning  honks 
above  all  the  family  noises,  I'll  never  know 
unless  his  ears  are  tuned  that  way. 

"Guess  I'm  just  a  bum  at  heart,  al- 
lowed Bob  cheerfully,  in  line  with  his 
thoughts.  "Been  chasing  rainbows  all  my 
life  and  suppose  I  always  will.  People 
who  try  to  make  me  a  solid  citizen  today, 
he  grinned,  "are  just  20  years  too  late 
I've  <*ot  the  itch  and  I've  always  had  it. 
Not"  he  added,  "that  I  don't  appreciate 
the  luck  I've  had.  Not  many  guys  have 
such  a  break;  mighty  few  are  privileged 
to  experience  all  this  here  in  Hollywood 
It's  great  But  it  can't  be  forever. 

"People''  he  continued,  "are  always 
saying  to  me,  'Watch  it,  boy.  Play  it  safe 
Be  careful!'  But  that  chokes  me  off.  What 
for7  Being  careful's  not  living— that  s  tor 
the  cemetery.  But  saying  'What's  next?  is. 
I've  never  really  had  a  rough  moment  in 
all  my  life— not  one.  And  I've  been  backed 
up  against  box  car  walls  with  a  knife  in 
my  ribs,  slugged  it  out  on  top  a  hi-balhng 
freight  where  it  was  the  other  guy  or  me 


—and  it  wasn't  me.  I've  scampered  away 
in  the  night  like  a  rabbit.  I've  been  hungry 
and  cold  and  busted  flat.  I've  been  in 
clover  and  I've  been  in  jail.  But  I've  loved 
every  minute  of  it.  Some  people  around 
here."  puzzled  Bob,  "can't  understand 
that." 

They  certainly  can't.  A  town  that  col- 
lects ulcers  piling  up  annuities  and  wor- 
rying about  a  secure  old  age  can't  really 
understand  a  life-lusty  guy  like  Bob 
Mitchum  banking  only  on  his  crowded 
pocket  full  of  dreams.  They've  tagged  him 
a  bum,  and  a  wild  Indian,  by  accepted 
lights,  a  screwball  and  a  crazy  character 
— and  Bob  would  be  the  last  one  to  say 
them  nay.  It  wouldn't  be  worth  all  the 
cheap  conversations  involved.  He  wouldn't 
convince  anybody  anyway;  and  he  doesn't 
need  to  convince  the  people  who  count 
with  Mitch,  which  includes  himself,  his 
wife,  his  family  and  a  flock  of  widely 
scattered  friends  who  like  him  for  what 
he  is.  And  what  Bob  Mitchum  is— bone, 
body,  blood,  heart  and  spirit— stems  far 
away  from  Hollywood  and  goes  back  a 
good  many  years.  In  fact,  around  300  years. 

It  was  in  the  1640's  that  a  rugged  band 
of  settlers  named  Mitchum  came  to  the 
Santee  River  swamplands  in  South  Caro- 
lina with  a  land  grant  from  the  King  of 
England.  They  were  among  the  very  first 
Carolinians,  right  along  with  the  Davises, 
Gambles  and  Dukes.    Only  they  weren't 
such  a  solid  citizen  type.    They  had  a 
curious  habit  of  wanting  to  know  what 
was  over  the  next  hill.  So  a  lot  of  them 
pushed  up  into  the  wilderness  of  Ohio, 
across  into  Tennessee,  down  through  the 
palmettos  to  the  Floridas,  up  the  coast  to 
Jersey  and  beyond.  A  couple  of  the  more 
adventurous    traveled    with    Lewis  and 
Clark   on   the   great   Expedition   to  the 
Northwest  and  they  brought  back  Black- 
foot  Indian  brides,  a  shocker  in  those  days 
to  the  local  settlers.    They  got  socially 
ostracized  more  or  less  for  that,  but  they 
weren't  conventional  so  it  didn't  bother 
them  too  much.    From  that  branch  de- 
scended Robert  Mitchum— that's  his  right 
name — and    he's   one   of   the   breed,  an 
eighth  Blackfoot  himself.  "I'm  from  the 
low-down  Mitchum  line,"  Bob  will  grin, 
"but  I'm  kind  of  proud  of  it.  They  didn't 
believe  in  rules,  my  ancestors,  and  they 
didn't  give  a  damn.  And  every  one  of 
them  could  look  after  himself  wherever 
he  went,  which  was  often  a  pretty  far 
piece." 


much  is  questionable,  and  Bob  himself 
knows  that.  He's  never  been  a  nickel- 
nurser  and  never  will  be.  I  asked  him 
once  what  big  charge  he'd  get  out  of  im- 
portant money  if  he  ever  did  find  himself 
rolling  in  the  stuff.  "Giving  it  away  would 
be  my  kick,"  he  replied  promptly. 

Bob  sees  his  Hollywood  colleagues  all 
around  him,  earning  no  more  money  than 
himself,  collecting  oil  wells  and  business 
blocks  and  piling  up  estates  for  the  pro- 
bate courts  some  day.  He  doesn't  dig  it. 
If  the  oil  wells  walked  right  into  his  front 
yard  that  would  be  fine,  but  he's  not  hold- 
ing his  breath  until  they  do.  "I'm  a  loser 
with  dough  not  a  winner,"  he  believes. 
Ive  never  made  a  profit  on  anything  in 
my  life.  But  that  never  made  a  wrinkle." 

Bob  has  always  been  one  of  the  softest 
touches  in  Hollywood.  People  take  ad- 
vantage of  him,  out-fox  him  in  business, 
tap  him  like  a  beer  barrel.  He  knows  it 
but  doesn't  resent  it.  In  his  Hollywood 
career,  he  figures  he's  been  knocked  over 
for  around  $80,000.  "Which  sometimes 
dims  my  faith  in  my  fellow  man,"  he 
chuckles,  "but  not  for  very  long." 


Dob  himself  grew  up  mainly  around 
Bridgeport,  Connecticut,  but  he  spent 
a  lot  of  time  on  the  farm  of  his  grandmaw 
(who  died  just  this  year)  down  in  Dela- 
ware, and  from  the  start  he  was  a  Mitch- 
um, through  and  through.  When  he  was 
only  four  years  old  he  tore  off  alone,  the 
sights  for  to  see  They  caught  him,  but 
hed  traveled  15  miles  to  Milford  before 
they  did.  which  is  pretty  good  going  for 
a  four-year-old.  He  kept  trying,  until  the 
cops  got  sick  and  tired  of  dragging  him 
home.  Sometimes  he'd  land  in  the  pokey 
—as  he  did  when  he  was  only  12  on  a 
vagrancy  charge.  At  which  time  the  vaga- 
oond  muse  in  the  boy  Mitchum  erupted 
•vith  this  fragmentary  poem,  expressing 
ns  rainbow-chasing  urge,  his  frustrations, 
uid  his  kid  search  for  an  answer.  He 
vrote  it  and  his  mother,  who  worked  for 
he  Bridgeport  Post,  got  it  printed,  be- 
:ause  it  sounded  like  her  boy,  Bob: 

"I  seek  adventure  and  I  find  it  too  much 
penned  Bob). 

"Oh  if  I  were  only  rich! 

"I'd  not  be  in  this  terrible  'dutch,' 
Id  not  be  in  this  ditch." 

Bob  Mitchum's  struggle  all  his  life  has 
>een  to  keep  out  of  ditches— some  people 
all  them  ruts— and  the  struggle  undoubt- 
aly  has  landed  him  in  various  dutches 
Vnether  being  rich  would  have  helped 


Deally,  faith  and  interest  in  his  fellow 
A*  man  is  the  meat  and  drink  of  Bob 
Mitchum's  soul.    Mitch  likes  people— not 
just  the  right  people— but  all  kinds  of 
people.    Humanity   has   been  his  prime 
hobby  ever  since  he  could  knock  around 
among  people  and  learn  what  made  them 
tick.   Without  going  into  Bob's  life  saga, 
I  might  point  out  that  in  his  early  check- 
ered career  he's  bummed  through  all  the 
48  states  in  the  Union  as  a  hobo,  rail- 
roader, a  carnival  roustabout.  He's  tooted 
a  sax,  promoted  a  barnstorming  astrologer 
written  night  club  skits,  sold  shoes,  worked 
in  service  stations,  factories,  stores  and  on 
amusement  pikes.  He's  dug  ditches,  ped- 
dled house-to-house.    He's  buddied  with 
bums  and  with  millionaires  too.  He  knows 
the  plush  side  and  the  seamy  side  as  well. 
All  of  it  fascinates  him  and  still  does. 
Maybe  that's  why  when  high-priced,  ar- 
tistic, Hollywood-bound  script  writers  get 
stuck  they  call  on  Mitch  to  straighten 
them  out.   He's  doctored  half  the  scripts 
he's  played  in.  As  an  actor  he's  no  Barry- 
more,  but  he  knows  ten  times  more  about 
all  kinds  of  characters  than  most  actors 
ever  know. 

.The  kind  of  pals  Bob  Mitchum  cottons 
to,  and  always  has,  are  the  interesting 
characters— the  genuine,  the  colorful,  and 
the  mavericks,  even  as  himself.  Thev  may 
have  millions  or  barely  a  bean— it  makes 
no  never  mind  with  Mitch.  He  can  take 
up — as  he  and  Dorothy  did— with  "Fran- 
cine,  the  Village  queen,"  a  night  club  en- 
tertainer at  the  Fiesta  Club  in  Biloxi,  Mis- 
sissippi, and  be  as  firm  a  friend  as  he  also 
could  with  respectable  Judge  McGee,  the 
Kilgore,  Texas,  lawyer  who  handles  "oil 
empires.  He  can  chin  with  a  bartender  on 
Bourbon  Street  and  swap  valued  observa- 
tions, just  as  he  can  argue  with  a  dough- 
heavy  Texas  oil  tycoon  who  told  him  when 
debate  waxed  warm,  "You  have  an  opin- 
ion?   Well,  I  have  53  million  dollars!" 

Bob's  Bohemian  taste  for  off-beat  indi- 
viduals has  landed  him  in  trouble  a  time 
or  two  and  that's  also  handed  him  the 
reputation  of  a  reckless  brawling  rounder. 
A  body  built  for  the  prize  ring,  a  devil- 
may-care  map  and  manner,  his  knocka- 
bout past — and  a  few  sensational  incidents 
—have  contributed  to  the  dangerous  leg- 
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is  that  his  funnybone  is  as  much  overde- 
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Actually,  Bob  Mitchum  is  too  wrapped 
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case  of  vice  versa.  Wherever  Mitch  sticks 
around  for  long  people  beg  him  to  stay. 
He's  been  offered  very  soft  setups  m  sev- 
eral places  and  a  life  of  ease  absolutely 
gratis  and  with  no  strings  attached,  if  he  a 
put  down  roots  for  keeps.  In  one  South- 
ern city  a  local  moneybags  told  him,  Bob, 
why  don't  you  stay  here  and  go  m  busi- 

^"B^nes^'puzzled  Bob.  "Why,  I  don't 
know  anything  about  your  business 

"Don't  have  to,"  he  was  told  Got  a 
bookkeeper  who  takes  care  of  that.  All 
you've  got  to  do  is  go  fishrn  ■  Come  on 
join  the  club.  I'll  deal  you  right  m.  But 
Mitch  only  laughed,  although  he  was 
grateful.  _      ,  ,  ■ 

Another  oil  tycoon  in  Texas  offered  him 
the  same  kind  of  fantastic  free  deal— 
20  per  cent  in  a  new  company  which 
would  have  netted  Mitch  $180,000  the  first 
year!  And  just  because  he  liked  Bobs 
company.  That  sort  of  thing  is  likely  to 
pop  up  whenever  genial  Bob  mixes  with 
the  idle  rich.  They  go  for  his  good-fel- 
lowship, humor,  sportsmanship— and  they 
want  to  keep  him  idle,  too,  by  giving  him 
"part  of  the  store."  But  with  Mitch  that, 
of  course,  is  strictly  no  go.  Hes  too  in- 
dependent. "I  couldn't  be  anybody  s  pet 
he  explains,  "that's  not  my  style  —as  it 
he  had  to  tell  you. 

Bob  will  kid  even  his  best  friends  that 
what  he  wants  out  of  life  are  simply  days 
of  ease.  "Been  trying  for  35  years  to  fig- 
ure how  to  keep  away  from  work,  he  11 
state  solemnly,  which,  of  course,  doesnt 
jibe  with  the  facts.  What  Bob  really  wants, 
and  he'll  admit  it  if  you  pin  him  down,  is 
a  life  of  variety,  adventure,  action  and 
satisfactory  fulfillment.  Sports  give  him 
no  charge.  Football  games,  tennis  matches, 


even  prize  fights  bore  him.  He  thinks 
golf's  silly.  His  pal,  Jerry  Devine,  is  al- 
ways trying  to  talk  him  into  sports  con- 
tests. "What  for?"  Jerry  gets.  "Somebody 
runs  up  and  down  a  field  and  somebody 
else  runs  down.  Somebody  hits  a  ball  and 
somebody  hits  it  back.  So  what?  But  it 
you  tell  him  where  the  big  trout  lie  or  a 
buck  deer  is  feeding  he'll  get  fidgety  and 
move  heaven  and  earth— and  sometimes 
even  Hollywood— to  get  there. 

What  gives  Bob  Mitchum  the  glooms 
about  his  Hollywood  fate,  each  time  he 
returns  from  a  ramble  and  makes  ton 
champ  to  escape  again,  are  some  of  the 
things  most  stars  dearly  prize:  I  like 
making  pictures,"  he'll  explain,  but  1 
don't  like  being  a  movie  star.  He  doesnt 
like  the  phoniness,  the  flattery  the  ped- 
estal placing,  the  hassle,  the  pull  and  haul 
of  a  frenetic  business.  He  doesn  t  like  the 
red  tape,  the  protocol,  the  fear,  the  deals, 
sometimes  the  stupidity.  He  doesnt  like 
the  lack  of  freedom,  being  the  slave  ot  a 
phone  call.  He  doesn't  like  the  monotony 
of  "walking  through  my  pictures.  What 
would  satisfy  and  calm  him  down  more 
than  anything  is  to  get  something  real  ot 
himself  or  the  world  he  knows  on  him— 
or,  even  better,  between  the  covers  of  a 

b°"I  want  to  write,  I  always  have,"  Bob 
confesses.  "But  I  cant  do  it  here.  I  don  t 
have  time  to  think,  let  alone  write.  So 
I  want  a  ranch,  somewhere  where  there  s 
good  fishing,  good  hunting,  good  land  and 
pasture.  That's  what  I'll  have  when  I  get 
the  dough.  I  figure  I  could  cash  m  right 
now  for  maybe  $100,000.  But  thats  not 
enough.  I  want  a  good  place,  I  want  to 
seed  it  and  build  it  up,  stock  it  and  make 
it  produce." 


w/  hen  Dorothy  Mitchum  hears  Bob  talk 
"  like  that  she  moves  a  little  closer  to 
the  fire  and  knits  a  little  faster.  She  re- 
members the  days  when  meetmg  the  rent 
was  a  chronic  problem  and  the  cupboard 
bare  But  she's  been  Bob  Mitchum  s  ga 
ever  since  she  was  14  and  she  still  is.  She  d 
«o  anywhere  he  said,  even  if  the  Mande- 
ville  canydn  house  does  seem  mighty  sate 
and  solid  when  a  chill  wind  blows,  and  the 
baby  cozy,  the  boys  all  settled  m  then- 
school  routines.  But  Bob  has  an  answer 
for  that,  too. 

"My  kids  are  Mitchums,  he  says,  lhey 
don't  need  cozy  corners  or  safe  routines. 
They  need  love  and  care  and  a  good  edu- 
cation-and  that  they'll  get.  But  I'm  not 
too  sure  the  only  place  in  the  world  tor 
them  is  Hollywood.  I'll  keep  Oochapap 
ready  to  roll."  . 

Someday  maybe  it  will  again,  and  keep 
rolling— and  maybe  it  won't.  No  one  who 
knows  Bob  Mitchum  could  say  for  sure 
about  that  and  I  doubt  if  Bob  could  either, 
right  now.  But  he's  no  more  tamed,  do- 
mesticated, housebroken  or  softened  up, 
really,  than  he  was  the  first  day  he 
'dropped  down  from  a  Greyhound  bus 
on  Hollywood  Boulevard  with  his  pants 
patched  and  his  elbows  busting  through 
his  coat  sleeves.  He  may  stay  m  Holly- 
wood until  he  grows  a  long,  gray  beard— 
or  he  may  blow  tomorrow— I  wouldn  t 
know.  .   .  .  .  _ 

All  I  know  is  that  sittmg  in.  his  com- 
fortable, big  house  by  the  fireside  with 
safe  and  sane  security  on  all  sides  he  can 
still  hear  the  wild  geese  trumpet  dis- 
turbingly. And  after  he's  gone  for  a  look 
and  comes  back  in  the  house,  sometimes 
he  says  to  himself  just  a  little  anxiously, 
"I'm  35.  It's  getting  late  outside."  END 


love  comes  to  marlon  hrando 

(Continued  from  page  29)  ticket  for  it  as 
he  said  he  would.  They  said  he  could  cage 
it  and  put  it  in  the  baggage  car,  but  it 
would  not  be  allowed  on  any  other  part 
of  the  train.  Marlon's  answer  was  that  any 
man  who  would  coop  a  raccoon  up  for  four 
days  was  not  human,  so  he  went  over  and 
bought  a  ticket  on  an  airline  that  was  more 
considerate  of  dumb  animals. 

And  so,  when  the  plane  was  leaving, 
Movita  stood  tearfully  aside  as  Marlon  and 
the  raccoon  boarded  the  plane— and  as  it 
took  off  she  no  doubt  pondered  bitterly  on 
the  chill  superiority  of  men  and  raccoons. 

That  was  just  a  little  more  than  a  year 
ago.  A  month  ago,  a  Hollywood  columnist, 
writing  in  one  of  the  journals  that  is  read 
by  all  filmdom,  came  up  with  this  sparkling 
item.  "It  must  be  love  for  Marlon  Brando, 
the  gossiper  wrote.  ^  "He  has  given  up  his 
raccoon  for  Movita." 

During  the  year  between  these  two  inci- 
dents much  happened,  much  that  restored 
Movita's  faith  in  the  human  race,  and  much 
that  taught  Marlon  Brando  the  ways  ot 
love  The  actor  who  had  been  the  toast  of 
the  unmarried  theatrical  set  for  several 
years,  the  lad  who  had  treated  even  the 
greatest  ladies  among  his  admirers  like  his 
Servants,  fell  in  love— even  to  the  point 
where  he  gave  up  his  most  precious  com- 
panion for  the  lady  of  his  heart. 

Marlon  Brando  met  Movita,  who  s  true 
name,  by  the  way,  is  Mrs.  Jack  Doyle, 
shortly  after  he  began  shooting  Viva  Zapata. 
It  was  in  Texas,  on  location  down  by  the 
Rio  Grande  River,  and  Movita  was  one  ot 
the  supporting  players  brought  from  Holly- 
wood for  the  film.  During  the  evening, 
after  the  day's  work  was  done,  the  company 
stayed  pretty  close  together  and  it  was  only 
natural  that  a  fellow  finally  found  a  girl  he 
liked  to  discuss  the  weather  and  life  with. 
Marlon  was  introduced  to  the  dark-eyed 
78  beauty  and  started  to  work  on  those  sub- 


jects. But  after  a  while  he  discovered  that 
she  was  capable  of  discussing  a  good  deal 
more.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  Marlon  is ;  him- 
self quite  an  authority  on  a  lot  of  subjects 
for  he  is  an  avid  scholar,  but  he  found  out 
that  Movita  was  as  good,  if  not  better,  a 
conversationalist  on  most  of  the  things  he 
knew  about. 

They  had  a  lot  of  fun  on  that  location. 
The  director  was  Elia  Kazan,  a  man  who 
believes  in  making  his  company  happy— 
and  there  were  lots  of  jokes  and  parties 
in  the  evenings  when  there  was  not  an 
early  call  or  the  weather  was  bad.  Marlon, 
of  course,  was  still  Marlon  Brando  and 
didn't  commit  himself  to  romance.  But  he 
did  spend  most  of  his  time  with  the  Latin 
girl  and  was  truly  sorry  when  the  location 
trip  was  over.  ;  ■ 

When  Viua  Zapata  was  finished,  Marlon 
was  asked  to  stick  around  Hollywood  for  a 
couple  of  weeks  until  it  was  decided  it 
retakes  were  necessary.  This  happens  alter 
most  pictures  and  generally  Marlon  s  agent, 
MCA,  dreaded  these  days.  When  a. days 
shooting  is  scheduled  it  is  generally  sud- 
denly, and  never  before,  on  other  pic- 
tures, had  they  been  able  to  ferret  Marlon 
out  for  at  least  a  couple  of  days.  But  this 
time  it  was  different.  They  knew  just 
where  he  was  almost  every  minute.  That 
was  wherever  Movita  was.  It  was  pleas- 
ant for  the  studio,  to  say  the  least. 

But  then,  of  course,  came  the  inevitable 
day  we  spoke  about.  The  day  the  studio 
told  Marlon  he  could  go  home— and  he 
had  to  make  his  difficult  decision  It  is  a 
testament  to  his  beliefs  that  he  would  never 
seriously  fall  in  love  or  marry  that  he 
cuddled  his  pet  in  his  arms  and  left  Movita 
standing  at  the  airport. 

Movita  Doyle  is  not  just  an  ordinary 
woman,  and  that  should  be  pointed 
out  here.  She  came  to  Hollywood  m  1934 
and  was  promptly  signed  by  MGM  to  play 
the  role  of  Clark  Gable's  Polynesian  sweet- 
heart in  Mutiny  On  The  Bounty.  All  Holly- 


wood raved  about  her.  She  was  the  toast 
of  the  MGM  lot,  but  it  just  seemed  as 
though  the  cards  were  stacked  against  her, 
for,  although  she  made  a  few  other  pic- 
tures, none  of  them  were  big  enough  or 
good  enough  to  follow  Mutiny  and  she 
slowly  fell  from  popularity. 

In  the  meanwhile,  in  another  part  ot 
the  world,  a  young  Irishman  named  Jack 
Doyle  began  making  a  name  for  himselt. 
He  was  in  the  British  Army  and  a  London 
fight  promoter  saw  him  box  m  an  amateur 
match.  Sensing  color,  the  promoter  bought 
him  out  of  the  service,  a  process  allowed  at 
that  time,  and  made  a  professional  of  him. 
Doyle  was  a  handsome  lad  and  every  inch 
as  much  of  a  character  in  his  line  as  Mar- 
lon Brando  is  in  the  acting  profession  to- 
day He  was  never  credited  with  being  a 
great  fighter,  but  he  was  certainly  color- 
ful both  in  the  ring  and  in  private  life. 

Any  time  Jack  Doyle  was  fighting,  the 
patrons  could  be  sure  something  unex- 
pected would  happen,  like  somebody  being 
thrown  out  of  the  ring,  or  somebody  slug- 
ging the  referee.  Consequently,  he  was 
%  big  draw  and  became  rich  and  famous  in 
the  British  Isles.  Jack  Doyle  and  Movita 
met  about  the  time  both  of  their  stars 
were  dimming  and  shortly  afterwards 
married  and  went  to  live  m  Ireland. 

Before  and  during  the  past  war  the> 
were  familiar  sights  in  the  London  nighi 
spots— and  their  hassles  were  as  famous 
over  there  as  the  spats  of  Lupe  Velez  anc 
Johnny  Weissmuller  were  over  here— anc 
just  as  colorful.  Movita  Doyle,  because  o 
her  beauty  and  her  fiery  temperament,  was 
considered  splendid  company  and  sh. 
moved  in  the  best  social  circles  m  the  Brit- 
ish Isles.  When  her  marriage  to  Doyl* 
went  on  the  rocks,  she  was  much  sough 
after  and  could  have  had  almost  any  c 
the  eligible  bachelors  around  for  the  nod 
ding  of  her  pretty  head. 

This  was  the  kind  of  woman  Mario: 
Brando  left  waiting  ac  the  Los  Angeles  In 
ternational  Airport  in  1951.    And  surel; 


she  must  have  known  as  she  walked  slowly 
to  her  car  that  one  day  he'd  be  back,  or 
that  he'd  ask  her  to  come  to  him.  Not  even 
Marlon  could  escape  the  Movita  charm. 

Marlon  held  out  in  New  York  for  about 
two  weeks,  during  which  time  he  tele- 
phoned a  few  times  "just  to  say  hello." 
Then  he  telephoned  late  one  night  and  told 
the  truth.  Life  was  dull  in  Manhattan  with- 
out her.  He  missed  all  the  rough-house  fun 
they-  had  and  the  conversations.  Wouldn't 
she  ccme  back  and  pay  a  visit.  Well, 
she  did — and  there  is  no  record  in  the  gos- 
sip columns  of  his  dating  any  other  girl 
since.  Marlon  is  not  a  cafe  society  man. 
He  likes  to  patronize  places  of  entertain- 
ment off  the  beaten  track,  so  not  too  many 
of  the  Gotham  reporters  saw  him  with 
Movita.  Not  enough  anyway  to  start  the 
rumors  of  a  serious  romance. 

But  their  friends  knew  it  was  serious. 
They  were  together  constantly  at  parties 
and  just  visiting  at  the  apartments  of 
mends.  And  just  before  spring  in  1952 
the  word  was  about  that  Marlon  was  going 
to  marry  the  girl.  It  has  even  been  said 
that  he  did  marry  her  but  no  proof  of  this 
has  ever  been  found— and  neither  one  of 
them  is  ever  likely  to  admit  it. 

Another  parting  loomed  early  in  1952 
L^  when  Marlon  had  to  go  to  Europe  to 
talk  over  some  picture  deals.  But  this 
time  he  didn't  leave  Movita  on  the  dock; 
she  tagged  along.  All  summer  long  they 
toured  the  continent,  had  gay  times  in  Paris 
and  visited  out  of  the  way  places  together. 
Movita  was  a  wonderful  guide,  too,  for  she 
had  been  to  most  of  the  places  Marlon 
wanted  to  see  before— and  could  speak 
most  of  the  European  languages. 

Some  of  their  friends  say  that  one  of  the 
reasons  Marlon  agreed  to  come  back  to 
Hollywood  to  play  Marc  Antony  in  Julius 
Caesar  is  that  Movita  said  she  just  had  to 
go  home  and  visit  her  family  and  Marlon 
didn't  want  her  to  leave  him  alone.  At 
any  rate,  they  arrived  together— and  stayed 
together  all  during  the  shooting  of  the  pic- 
ture. ~ 

Marlon's  desire  to  be  close  to  Movita  at 
all  times  is  illustrated  in  an  amusing  story 
that  came  off  the  set  of  Julius  Caesar.  It 
seems  that  Movita  played  a  small  role  in 
the  film  and  had  to  be  down  in  the  crowd 
that  milled  about  the  steps  of  a  Roman  pal- 
ace. Marlon  disappeared  and  when  the 
scene  was  finished  the  assistant  directors 
began  looking  for  him.  He  was  nowhere  to 
be  found  until  one  of  the  assistants  hap- 
pened to  look  down  in  the  milling  mob  and 
saw  Marlon  sitting  on  a  stone  bench  talk- 
ing to  Movita.  He  had,  without  anyone 
being  aware  of  it,  been  playing  an  extra 
in  the  picture  in  which  he  was  starring. 

If  you  are  not  familiar  with  Marlon 
Brando  you  would  never  guess  from  seeing 
him  and  Movita  at  a  private  party  that  they 
were  m  love.  Most  men,  paying  court  to  a 
girl,  stick  close  to  her  and  hold  her  hand, 
or  once  in  a  while  slip  over  and  give  her 
an  affectionate  peck  on  the  cheek.  Mar- 
lon shows  his  devotion  in  another  manner. 
He  will  look  across  a  room  at  Movita— 
and  then  make  a  charge  and  a  flying  tackle 
throwing  her  to  the  ground  where  he  will 
plant  a  fair  example  of  a  loving  kiss  right 
on  the  top  of  her  nose.  Or  he  will  pick  her 
up,  when  they  are  leaving,  and  carry  her 
to  the  car— or  home  if  it  is  not  too  far— on 
his  back.  It  is  unorthodox  treatment  all 
right,  but  she  seems  to  like  it. 

To  understand  why  Marlon  Brando  likes 
Movita  better  than  the  other  women  in  his 
life  one  must  look  into  his  relationships 
with  other  women.  If  he  is  not  the  least 
bit  romantically  interested  in  a  girl,  Mar- 
lon treats  her  like  a  boy  scout  treats  his 
mother.  He  is  the  soul  of  politeness  and 
consideration,  almost  courtly  in  his  man- 
ner But  if  there  is  any  spark  of  the  male 
and  female  nonsense  between  them  he  is 


as  different  as  Jekyll  was  from  Hyde.  He 
becomes  terribly  disinterested,  then  bored 
and  finally,  when  the  romance  is  in  high 
gear,  downright  hateful  to  the  girl.  Shel- 
ley Winters,  in  the  lonely  days  before  she 
met  her  present  husband  and  found  happi- 
ness, was  one  of  the  women  who  made  the 
mistake  of  letting  Marlon  know  she  liked 
him.  Shelley,  who  could  get  most  bache- 
lors in  Hollywood  by  dropping  her  hand- 
kerchief, got  nothing  but  rebuffs  from  the 
teiiow— and  when  he  did  give  her  the 

Victor  Mature  and  Maurice  Evans 
did  their  own  stand-in  work  for 
Androcles  And  The  Lion  in  the 
scenes  where  they  worked  with  live 
lions.  The  insurance  companies 
wouldn't  give  risk  insurance  on 
stand-ins.  only  on  the  stars. 

pleasure  of  his  company  she  had  to  fol- 
low after  him  and  not  lead  the  way  At 
one  time  many  of  her  friends  wanted  to 
punch  him  in  the  nose— thinking  he  was 
doing  her  wrong— but  it  was  just  Marlon's 
way  of  handling  girls. 

Then  there  was  Marilyn  Monroe  who 
had  a  crush  on  him  at  one  time.  Nothing 
much  ever  came  of  this  romance,  probably 
because  Marilyn  was  too  popular  for  that 
kind  of  treatment.  But  if  you  had  seen 
them  together,  you  would  have  suspected 
that  Marlon  hated  her.  And  Roberta 
Waynes,  the  girl  who  just  co-starred  with 
Gary  Cooper  in  Return  To  Paradise,  was 
another  in  love  with  Marlon.  She  admits 
it  and  to  this  day  can't  understand  why 
he  treated  her  as  though  she  were  his  maid 


Marlon  Brando,  then,  has  to  have  a 
woman  with  fire.  And  one  capable 
of  hanging  him  by  the  heels.  Movita  is 
that  kmd  of  a  girl.  On  the  few  occasions 
he  has  reverted  to  type,  once  their  firm  re- 
lationship was  established,  she  has  put 
him  in  his  place  but  fast.  Their  friends 
say  that  on  the  smallest  hint  of  a  slight 
from  him  she  will  hit  him  over  the  head 
with  the  handiest  blunt  object.  And  if  he 
seems  to  be  getting  out  of  line,  such  as 
flirting  with  another  girl,  she's  just  as 
liable  as  not  to  toss  him  on  her  shoulder 
and  carry  him  to  the  car,  or  home  if  it  is 
not  too  far. 

What  is  to  finally  become  of  the  Brando- 
Movita  relationship  only  time  can  say.  As 
we  said,  before,  it  is  whispered  that  they 
are  already  married,  but  not  confirmed. 
As  far  as  Hollywood  is  concerned,  no  one 
here  knows  very  much  about  them  or  their 
plans.  They  keep  well  away  from  sources 
of  information  to  the  press— and  when  they 
go  off  some  place  together  they  have  no 
brass  band  announcing  their  movements 
as  some  stars  do.  But  there  is  one  thing 
the  pals  they  do  have  will  assure  you  of— 
and  that  is  that  they  think  they  will  always 
be  together.  There  is  a  crazy  kind  of  a  bond 
between  them.  A  crazy  kind  of  a  love  that 
keeps  them  together. 

The  business  of  choosing  between  his 
raccoon  and  Movita  is  amusing  on  the  sur- 
face, but  not  at  all  funny  or  a  light  matter 
to  Marlon  and  Movita.  Marlon  is  fanati- 
cally fond  of  animals.  He  would  rather  pet 
a  dog  than  shake  hands  with  a  celebrity. 
He  has  a  kinship  with  dumb  things  that  is 
really  beautiful.  And  he  likes  the  wild 
things  better  than  the  tame.  That  is  why 
his  mother,  who  knows  him  better  than 
anyone  else,  gave  him  the  raccoon. 

A  raccoon  is  an  affectionate  animal  and 
willful  enough  to  make  keeping  one  around 
the  house  a  pleasant  contest.  Marlon  was 
crazy  about  the  beast  as  soon  as  he  had 
it — and  has  been  known  to  leave  the  most 
charming  company  when  he  felt  he  ought 
to  go  home  and  feed  it  or  give  it  a  little 
cheer.  No  matter  where  he  went,  until 
he   decided   about   Movita,   he   took  the 


raccoon.  Once  he  went  to  Cincinnati  to 
make  a  personal  appearance  with  one  of 
his  movies— and  naturally  took  the  animal 
along. 

He  was  met  at  the  plane  by  a  representa- 
tive of  the  film  company  (who  was  rather 
astonished  to  see  his  star  alight  in  a  suit 
ot  old  clothes,  carrying  a  raccoon)  and  es- 
corted to  the  hotel.  In  the  room  the  press 
agent  outlined  the  plans  for  the  evening 
They  were  to  include  a  dinner  with  city 
officials,  meetings  with  the  local  press  a 
couple  of  appearances  at  the  theatre  show- 
ing the  movie  and  a  few  jaunts  about  town 
that  would  get  them  home  in  the  small 
hours  of  the  morning. 

While  the  press  agent  was  talking,  Mar- 
lon held  the  pet  in  his  arms  and  stroked  it 
thoughtfully.  When  the  agent  was  finished 
he  had  something  else  he  wanted  to  get  off 
his  chest. 

"Mr.  Brando,"  he  said,  "I  want  to  thank 
you  for  coming  down  here.  They  tell  me 
in  the  home  office  you  don't  like  to  make 
personal  appearances— as  a  matter  of  fact 
never  do.  And  I  want  you  to  know  how 
much  I  appreciate  your  coming  down  here 
And  I  want  to  say  that  if  there  is  any- 
thing I  can  do  for  you  here  in  Cincinnati, 
just  mention  it  and  it's  done.  Anything." 

Marlon  looked  at  him  for  a  long  moment. 
Anything?"  he  asked.  ' 
"Anything!"  said  the  press  agent  em- 
phatically. 

"Very  well,"  said  Marlon,  "get  me  an- 
other raccoon  to  sit  with  mine  while  we're 
out." 

Ves,  the  final  act  of  love  that  Marlon 
Brando  could  do  for  his  girl  was  to  give 
up  his  raccoon.  It  was  not  that  Movita  was 
jealous  of  Marlon's  affection  for  the  ani- 
mal. It  was  just  that  she  found  tagging 
along  with  her  boy  friend  became  quite 
a  chore  when  everything  they  had  to  do 
revolved  around  the  creature's  comfort 
and  happiness.  It  couldn't  be  left  alone 
for  too  long  a  time  or  it  might  decide  to 
tear  the  apartment  apart.  And  if  they 
planned  a  trip  somewhere  they  had  to 
make  sure  they  found  a  place  that  would 
rent  a  room, to  Marlon  and  a  raccoon.  This 
was  extremely  difficult.  Then,  most  ken- 
nels, glad  to  take  dogs  of  any  breed  for 
a  few  days,  absolutely  refused  to  have  a 
raccoon  in  the  place.  This  tied  them  down 
considerably.  Another  cause  for  dissen- 
sion was  that  it  was  generally  Movita  who 
wound  up  cleaning  up  after  the  pet— and 
that  is  not  much  of  a  job  for  a  lady  es- 
pecially an  exotic  beauty. 

Well,  one  day  they  had  a  bitter  quarrel 
about  it.  The  first  serious  quarrel  they  had 
ever  had.  They  didn't  speak  for  several 
days.  But  Marlon  Brando,  whatever  his 
faults  are,  is  not  a  man  to  bicker.  He 
weighs  the  pros  and  cons  of  a  problem, 
makes  up  his  mind  about  it  and  acts  irrevo- 
cably. He  finally  called  Movita  on  the 
phone. 

"Why  don't  you  come  on  over  tonight," 
he  asked.  "Maybe  we  can  have  dinner 
together." 

Movita  agreed.    She  was  just  about  to 
call  him  anyway. 

Marlon  met  her  at  the  door  and  asked 
her  to  come  in  while  he  finished  combing 
his  hair.  Movita  walked  into  the  flat, 
walked  around  the  living  room  for  a 
moment,  then  noticed  something  missing. 

"Hey,"  she  called  in  to  the  other  room. 
"Where's  the  baby?" 

"Oh,  him,"  said  Marlon  casually.  "I 
had  him  crated  up  and  sent  back  to  my 
mother  at  the  farm.  I  guess  you  were 
right.    He'll  be  happier  there." 

That's  all  that  was  ever  said  about  it. 
But  they  both  knew  a  sacrifice  had  been 
made  for  love.  And  when  Marlon  went 
back  to  New  York  a  few  weeks  later,  he  , 
had  no  problems.  And  his  girl  wasn't  left 
waiting  at  the  airport,  either.  END  79 


the  Christmas  they  couldn't  see 

(Continued  from  page  49)  and  there  were 
the  children,  bless  them,  laughing  and 
bubbling  with  excitement  and  happiness, 
ecstatic  with  the  sheer  joy  of  living. 

Ah  yes,  the  children.  But  with  a  dif- 
ference. Much  the  same,  at  casual  glance 
as  your  children  and  mine-pretty  and 
sweet,  happy  and  gay,  in  love  with  life 
and  with  a  party. 

But  there  was  a  difference.  You l  see, 
these  three-  and  four-year-olds  attending 
Esther's  party,  are  blind.  They  cannot 
see  color  and  form.  They  cannot  see 
lovely,  willowy  Esther  as  she  moves  grace- 
fully among  them,  leaving  a.  hug  here,  a 
kiss  there  They  cannot  see  jolly  old 
l^a  Glaus,  or  tie  lights  on  the  tree  or 
the  silver  tinsel,  or  the  red-and-white 
stipes  of  the  candy  canes.  These  chi dren 
are  blind— totally,  irrevocably.  This  is, 
in  truth,  a  Christmas  they  cannot  see. 

Where  does  Esther  Williams  fit  into  all 
this?  Why  does  she  devote  so  much  ot 
her  energy  and  limited  time  to  these  blind 
tykes  at  the  Los  Angeles >  Nursery ^  School 
for  Visually  Handicapped  Children?  She 
has  two  wonderful  boys  of  her  own  that 
is  true,  but  two-year-old  Kim  and  three- 
year-old  Benjy  are  normal  youngsters 
Physically  and  mentally,  who  take  up  a 
good  deal  of  Esther's  time.  Why  then 
does  she  give  of  herself  to  these  other  chil- 
dren, these  visually  handicapped  boys  and 
girls,  often  to  the  point  of  exhaustion? 

I  asked  her.  The  familar,  warm  Esther 
Williams  smile  danced  across  her  face  as 
she  replied,  "I'm  glad  you  asked,  Mike 
because  I've  been  wanting  to  tell  you.  1 
want  the  whole  world  to  know  about  these 

children!"  ■cv+V.or 
It  all  happened  three  years  ago,  Esther 
explained,  when  she  was  asked  to  model  at 
the  Harold  Lloyd  benefit  party  for  the 
Nursery  School.  "I  did  a  strip  tease,  ot  a 
sort,"  she  recalled.  "Louis  B.  Mayer  bought 
the  dress  I  wore,  an  Adrian  original  and 
sent  it  to  me  afterwards  as  a  gift.  Ted  Bns- 
kin  bought  the  bathing  suit  underneath. 

"I  became  very  curious  about  the  or- 
ganization and  asked  in  detail  what  it  was 
111  about.  My  heart  went  out  to  these 
blind  babies.  They're  born  that  way,  l 
found  out,  most  of  them  prematurely. 

"They  told  me  that  when  the  Nursery 
work  was  first  started  in  1935,  many  blind 
children  aged  three  or  four  were  brought 
in  in  pathetic  condition,  and  it  was  a 
question  as  to  whether  they  ever  would 
be  able  to  enter  the  first  grade. 

"They  told  me  about  Sally,  who  didnt 
walk  or  talk,  was  rigid,  tense,  and  pro- 
claimed an  imbecile.  They  told  me  about 
little  Bob,  who  had  been  held  and  cuddled 
so  much  that  his  arms  and  legs  were  like 
gelatin.  With  little  Sally,  I'm  happy  to 
sav,  constant  training  proved  the  first  diag- 
nosis wrong.  She  was  quite  normal-m 
fact,  of  superior  mental  capacity  With 
Bob,  proper  stimulus  soon  developed  a 
normal  body."  .-c,  „ 

Shortly  after  the  benefit  party,  Esther 
said,  she  was  carrying  her  first  baby, 
and  since  she  was  unable  to  continue  with 
her  motion  picture  work  during  those 
months,  she  had  a  lot  of  time  to  mull  over 
what  she  had  heard  concerning  the  Nurs- 
ery School.  She  visited  the  Adams  Street 
school  to  see  what  it  was  like. 

"I  love  children,"  Esther  said,  and  when 
I  learned  that  this  type  of  eye  difficulty  is 
the  third  most  serious  disease  for  children 
and  that  the  Nursery  School  had  facilities 
for  only  eight,  I  was  determined  to  study 
and  work  hard  in  order  to  learn  how  to 
teach  handicapped  children  such  as  these  to 
adjust  themselves  in  this  world  of  ours. 
Just  think,  there  were  only  five  such 
schools  in  the  entire  country,  and  this  one 
80  had  a  waiting  list  of  200  children!  Many 


of  them  came  in  during  the  day  and 
had  to  go  home  again  at  night.  1  telt 
I  had  to  help  them!" 
Although,  as  Esther  explained,  she  could 
do  nothing  immediately  to  earn  funds  tor 
the  School  since  she  was  pregnant,  she  was 
able  to  teach  the  children  to  swim.  These 
boys  and  girls  couldn't  run  or  play  games 
where  sight  was  necessary,  but  lots  ot 
people  swim  with  their  eyes  closed  lhis, 
Esther  decided,  she  could  and  would  teach 
them  to  do.  ,  . 

She  took  the  children  to  a  heated  pool 
regularly  three  times  a  week  until  just 
a  month  before  her  own  Benjy  was  born. 
She  recalls  that  even  when  she  was  very 
tried  and  it  was  a  terrible  burden  to  keep 
on  with  the  swimming  lessons,  she  ex- 
perienced a  curious  urgency  to  go  ahead 
with  the  work.  "A  still,  small  voice  inside 
me  seemed  to  ask,  'Why  do  you  feel  this 
urgency,  this  drive,  why  do  you  keep  going 
when  it  would  be  so  easy  to  plead  illness? 

"A  terrible,  agonizing  thought  struck 
me:  'Am  I  doing  all  this  because  I  m  going 
to  have  a  blind  baby?'  It  was  like  a  pres- 
sure. It  was  driving  me  mad.  I  always  an- 
swered myself  with  'You'll  be  a  better 
mother  as  a  result  of  all  this  study  and 
teaching.  And  you'll  be  prepared,  if  the 
worst  happens,  to  be  the  mother  of  a  blmd 

^hfdesperation,  Esther  recalls,  she  finally 
turned  to  her  "favorite  companion,  her 
mother,  a  child  psychologist  and  founder 
of  the  Southwest  Counselling  Service  in 
Los  Angeles,  and  confided  the  fears  and 
the  doubts  that  had  been  tormenting  her. 

"Mother,   as   usual,   set   me  straight, 
Esther  said.    "She  put  her  arms  around 
me  and  said,  'Darling,  maybe  you  re  doing 
this  so  you  won't  have  a  blmd  baby.  Did 


I  don't  care  what  anyone  prints  so 
long  as  it  isn't  true. 

*  Katharine  Hepburn 

you  ever  think  of  that?  Maybe  you're 
earning  your  own  perfectly  healthy  chdd. 

"And  you  know,  I'm  sure  now  she  was 
right.  You  see,  I  had  lost  a  baby  pre- 
mfturely-my  first-before  Benjy  was 
born,  and  subconsciously  I  had  been  con- 
necting this  incident  with  the  Possibility 
that  I  might  again  have  a  premature  baby 
2d  thTfits  egyes  might  not  be  properly 
formed,  as  is  the  case  with  those  children 
I  had  been  teaching  to^swim.  I  was  trying 
to  earn  a  healthy  child."        •  ■ 

I   asked  her,   "Doesn't  it  break  your 
heart  to  work  with  blmd  children? 

"Oh,  no,"  Esther  replied,  "I  regard  it 
as  a  privilege  and  honor  to  be  able  to 
help  in  some  way.  How  wonderful  it  is  it 
I  can,  in  my  small  way,  help  them  to  live 
their  lives  as  useful  citizens.  After  all, 
they're  not  hopeless  invalids.  . 

Esther  recounted  for  me  her  first  en- 
lightening experience  as  she  watched  the 
teachers  at  the  school  in  order  to  learn 
£w  to  handle  the  children.  "I  watched  a 
baby  just  learning  to  walk  head  straight 
for  a  chair.  I  stood  by  and  watched  him 
run  right  into  it  and  hurt  himself.  It 
s^med  heartless,  but  the  wise  mstructor 
said  you  have  to  let  them  run  into  ob- 
structions, in  their  blindness,  and some- 
times even  hurt  themselves.  Its  the  only 
way  they  can  learn  to  be  aware  of  ob- 
stacles." 

Two  years  ago,  as  a  Christmas  gift,  Esther 
and  her  husband,  Ben  Gage,  presented 
the  school  with  a  specially  constructed 
swimmmg  pool  and  Esther  trained  the 
teaXrs  in  instructing  the  children  to 
swim  The  heated  pool  is  four  feet  deep 
all  the  way  around,  and  with  encircling 
steps  There  are  guard  rails  on  all  four 
corners  to  guide  the  children ^up  the ^steps^ 
The  children  were  frightened  ot  tne 


water  at  first,  Esther  said.  Once  they  re 
in  the  wa-ter,  they  don't  have  the  one  se- 
curity they  depended  upon  before— a  firm 
support  under  their  feet.  The  water  is, 
at  first,  a  strange,  terrifying,  new,  dark 
world  and  their  only  support  is  gone.  They 
have  to  be  won  over  to  it,  and  then  when 
they  become  friends  with  this  new  medium 
their  laughter  and  enjoyment  is  just  like 
that  of  any  normal  child. 

"One  day,"  Esther  recalled,  "little  Thay- 
er got  water  splashed  in  her  eyes.  Oi 
course,  this  disturbed  me  and  I  asked  one 
of  the  instructors  whether  or  not  it  was 
possible  for  the  water  to  injure  the  chil- 
dren's eyes  in  any  way.  She  explained 
that  they  have  no  sensation  in  the  eye, 
painful  or  otherwise,  and  that  sometimes 
they  actually  lean  on  their  handicap  to 
gain  sympathy— which  is,  after  all,  a  very 
normal  human  reaction.  ,. 

"So  Thayer  was  using  her  handicap  as 
an  excuse  not  to  concentrate  on  her  swim- 
ming lesson.  I  said,  'We  wont  let  you 
play  with  the  other  children  if  you  dont 
learn  to  swim.'  She  said,  'But  the  water 
hurts  my  eyes  when  they  splash  me!  bo  i 
said  'Hey,  the  water  doesn't  hurt  your 
eyes  and  you  know  it!'  We  made  a  game 
of  it  and  splashed  back  and  forth.  She 
came  over  afterwards  and  said,  Im  sorry. 
I  was  fooling  you.  It  didn't  hurt  my 
eyes.  I  don't  have  any  eyes,  Aunt  Lsther, 
so  how  can  I  hurt  them?' 

"You  see,"  Esther  explained,  the  teach- 
ing approach  is  honest  and  straightforward. 
The  children  must  accept  the  fact  that  they 
were  born  without  eyes  and  cannot  see  as 
other  people  see.  They  must  learn  to  think 
'now  let's  get  to  work  and  do  something 
to  make  up  for  it!'  " 

And  Esther  tells  this  poignant  story. 
"One  day  little  five-year-old  Barbara 
said  to  me,  'What  color  is  your  dress.' 

"You  have  no  idea  how  regularly  we 
all  say  'Look,'  'You'll  see  '  or  'I'll  show 
you'  until  you  work  with  the  blmd.  Any- 
way, I  said,  'I  can't  tell  you  because  youve 
never  seen  colors.' 

"She  said,  'But  I  think  maybe  you  can 
tell  me!    Is  it  sun  color?' 

"I  said  'yes'  because  the  dress  was  yel- 
low and  had  white  trim.  Then  I  walked 
over  to  the  superintendent  and  asked  it 
Barbara  had  ever  been  able  to  see  She 
said,  'Yes,  she  lost  her  sight  when  she  was 
two'  She  was  remembering  the  colors 
she  had  seen  up  to  the  time  she  was  two! 
I  walked  back  to  Barbara  and  said,  Dar- 
ling, tell  me  something.  Do  you  know 
what  color  yellow  is?'  'Sure,'  she ,  said  it  s 
the  color  of  a  dandelion.'  'And  the  trim. * 
white,'  I  added.  She  exclaimed,  Oh  like 
when  a  dandelion  goes  poof!  See  Aunty 
Esther,  I  remember  all  the  old  things! 


Cuddenly  Esther  remembered  she  was 
O  hostess  at  a  gay  Christmas  party  for  17 
lovely,  lively  children,  and  watching  her 
move  around  among  her  guests^ my  heart 
wasn't  as  heavy  as  it  had  been  These 
boys  and  girls  no  longer  appeared  handi- 
capped, no  longer  objects  for  p ty  and 
sympathy-  They  were  normal  children  I 
told  myself,,  but  without  sight.  They  hke 
to  romp  and  wrestle.  They  shriek  and 
augh  with  delight  when  they  »iW 
They  shed  tears  when  they  are  hurt.  Ihey 
like  to  hear  stories,  to  eat  ice :  cream l  and 
cake  to  "see"  loveliness  with  their  fingers 
ana  ears,  and  yes-they  like  to  swin .  And 
they  weren't  loving  or  Wine  Es**r 
Williams,  motion  picture  star.  They  ap 
predate  her  as  a  warm-hearted  friend 
only,  because,  remember  they  had  never 
seen  and  will  never  see  a  motion  picture. 

It  was  a  Christmas  party  they  couldnt 
see  tlere?s  no  denying  that-but  oh,  how 
they  could  feel  it! 

(Esther  Williams  will  soon  be  seen  in 
MGM's  Million-Dollar  Mermaid.) 


red  hot  mama 

(Continued  from  page  40)  each  day  looking 
as  though  she  hadn't  the  slightest  idea  how 
to  apply  three-cornered  pants. 

In  the  first  place,  she  is  Secretary-Treas- 
urer of  the  Brinkman  Manufacturing  Com- 
pany, a  firm  which  turns  out  precision 
aircraft  parts.  The  President  and  owner  is 
her  husband,  Paul  Brinkman.    At  first,  or 
even  third  glance,  Jeanne  does  not  appear 
the  type  to  understand  cams,  grommets 
or  sumps,  and  indeed  she  does  not.  She 
describes  her  husband's  firm  as  one  which 
'"makes  pistons  and  things  that  make  mo- 
tors go."    On  the  other  hand,  she  does 
understand  and  takes  a  keen  interest  in  the 
business  itself.    To  Jeanne,  the  business 
world  is  a  deeply  fascinating  thing,  and  she 
is  one  of  those  rare  women  who  devour 
the  "Business"  section  in  news  magazines. 
She     was     appointed  Secretary-Treas- 
urer solely  because  of  the  legal  aspect 
of    owning    a    firm    that    is    a  familv 
affair,    and    admittedly   has  .little   to  do 
with  making  decisions.    More  or  less  as 
a  gag,  Paul  had  a  box  of  business  cards 
printed,  including  her  name  and  title,  and 
while  Jeanne  isn't  quite  sure  what  to  do 
with  them— "Til  drop  them  places"— she 
takes  a  whimsical  pride  in  their  existence. 

Occasionally  she  will  put  in  her  oar, 
such  as  the  time  when  Paul,  after  build- 
ing a  new  plant,  changed  the  name  of  the 
firm  from  the  ABC  Die  and  Engineering 
Company  to  The  Brinkman  Manufactur- 
ing Company. 

The  Secretary-Treasurer  gave  this  due 
consideration  and  then  asked,  "Don't  you 
think  it's  rather  unusual  to  use  our  name 
in  the  title?" 

The  President  promptly  overruled  her 
objection.  "Look  at  the  Ford  Motor  Com- 
pany—and Firestone — and  Westinghouse," 
he  said.  '"Those  are  owners'  names." 
"Yes,  sir,"  said  the  Secretary-Treasurer. 
She  attends  business  meetings  regular- 
ly and  takes  active  interest  in  the  pro- 
ceedings. On  these  occasions  she  wears 
a  business -type  suit  and  modifies  her  hair- 
do and  make-up  for  the  occasion.  "I  feel 
like  Roz  Russell  in  a  movie  role,"  she  says. 

When  Paul  brings  business  associates 
home  for  dinner.  Jeanne  pulls  a  switch, 
and  being  now  the  hostess  rather  than  the 
businesswoman,  blossoms  out  in  decol- 
lete evening  clothes  that  shimmer  in  the 
candlelight.  She  is  attentive  to  conversa- 
tions that  might  bore  many  a  woman,  yet 
retains  the  femininity  so  important  to 
wives  of  successful  young  businessmen. 

T1  his  in  itself  is  perhaps  the  whole  secret 
of  Jeanne's  glamor,  for  she  does  have 
that.  She  is  perpetually  feminine,  in  her 
gestures,  her  thought,  her  walk  and  her 
clothes,  and  whether  she  is  discussing  a 
new  role  for  herself,  a  business  deal  for 
Paul's  firm,  or  drawing  bead  on  a  duck 
in  flight,  she  is  always  completely  so. 

Paul  is  a  sportsman — he  likes  to  fish  and 
ski  and  hunt,  and  he  hoped  from  the  first 
that  Jeanne  would  share  his  enthusiasm. 
As  a  new  bridegroom  his  first  Christmas 
gifts  to  her  were  a  skeet  rifle,  a  Western 
belt  and  a  cartridge  case.  Mrs.  Brinkman 
took  the  hint  and  tried  her  hand  at  shoot- 
ing. It  turned  out  like  everything  else. 
Jeanne  has  the  inclination,  but  not  the 
talent.  She  is  a  fair  golfer,  a  fair  tennis 
player,  so-so  as  an  angler,  can  master  a 
beginners'  slope  when  skiing,  and  didn't 
swim  well  until  their  own  pool  was  in- 
stalled. It  is  a  frustration  with  her,  this 
urge  to  be  good  at  sports,  and  while  she 
is  skilled  enough  in  most  things  to  make 
a  good  companion  for  Paul,  she  has  found 
that  where  there  is  a  will  there  isn't  al- 
ways a  way. 

On  ice  skates  she  is  a  competent  dream; 
it  is  the  only  sport  in  which  she  is  adept. 


In  other  things  she  is  merely  a  dream,  not 
only  because  she  looks  well  in  the  clothes 
required  by  each  sport,  but  also  because 
she  really  does  try.  Other  women  who  visit 
Mount  Rose  near  Reno  may  sit  on  the 
porch  of  the  lodge  modeling  their  striking 
ski  clothes,  but  Jeanne  is  always  out  on 
the  practice  run,  working  like  a  beaver, 
going  up  the  slope  time  after  time  to 
learn  control  of  the  skis.  As  she  puts  it, 
""I  love  the  snow,  and  the  clothes,  and  the 
cold  and  the  fun  at  the  resorts— but  I 
can't  ski!" 

She  goes  hunting  with  Paul,  but  while 
she  shrinks  at  the  thought  of  the  big 
brown  eyes  of  the  deer,  she  knows  Paul 
is  a  true  sportsman,  and  refrains  from 
spoiling  his  fun  by  mentioning  her 
qualms.  When  ducks  are  in  season,  she 
climbs  out  of  bed  at  2:30  in  the  morning 
and  into  her  warm  clothes,  grabs  her  hip 
boots  and  goes  merrily  off  with  Paul  on 
the  four-hour  drive  to  the  duck  country. 
No  matter  what  Jeanne  does  she  always 
looks  like  a  magazine  cover,  and  the 
impression  of  glamor  is  heightened  by  her 
intelligent  interest.  For  her  husband,  she 
is  the  perfect  companion  because  while 
she  plays  a  good  game,  she  never  wins. 

Che  is  also  feminine  in  that  she  is  an 
'"'incurable  shopper.  At  Palm  Springs 
she  will  drag  on  Paul's  arm  as  they  pass 
a  shop  window.  "Please,  I  want  to  look  at 
those  purses." 

"How  many  purses  do  you  have  now?" 
he  says. 
"About  a  dozen,  I  guess." 
"Then,  why  do  you  want  to  look  at  them? 
You  don't  need  any  more." 

"Because  I  want  to  look,''  says  Jeanne 
with  feminine  logic. 

They  don't  get  away  from  home  often. 
Paul  is  at  his  plant  most  mornings  by 
seven  and  doesn't  get  home  until  six  in  the 
evening;  and  in  between  babies  Jeanne 
has  starred  in  a  continual  stream  of  mov- 
ies. The  brief  weekends  are  treasured,  for 
within  a  few  hours'  drive  from  Los  Angeles 
are  the  mountains  at  Lake  Arrowhead,  the 
surf  at  Laguna  Beach,  the  desert  at  the 
Palm  Springs,  the  ranches  near  Victor- 
ville,  or  Mexico  to  the  south.  These  short 
trips,  even  if  they  happen  but  once  every 
six  weeks,  make  the  Brinkman  marriage 
a  constant  honeymoon.  Jeanne  feels  that 
"getting  away  from  it  all"  is  a  very  neces- 
sary thing  in  anyone's  life;  that  it  gives 
renewed  vigor  and  bounce.  In  the  months 
when  she  was  making  one  picture  after 
another  her  career  became  the  only  thing 
in  her  life,  and  while  she  loves  movie  work, 
Jeanne  is  a  many  faceted  person  and  re- 
quires a  variety  of  interests. 

At  home,  she  never  finds  enough  time 
for  the  things  she  wants  to  do.  She  is  a 
calm  person,  and  her  friends  often  remark 
about  the  fact  that  Jeanne  never  seems 
ruffled,  no  matter  what  pressures  or  emer- 
gencies may  arise.  A  woman  who  is  taut 
and  harried,  continually  shuffling  prob- 
lems that  bewilder  her,  seldom  carries  the 
aura  of  glamor,  and  Jeanne  escapes  this 
tension  by  moving  sedately  through  life, 
ever  ready  with  quick  decisions.  She  has 
a  positive  approach  to  everything,  and 
through  her  own  career  has  learned  how 
annoying  it  is  to  come  home  and  be  sur- 
rounded with  the -petty  problems  that  go 
hand-in-hand  with  a  large  household.  As 
a  result  she  shields  Paul  from  the  minia- 
ture typhoons  that  periodically  blow 
through  their  home:  the  broken  washing 
machine,  the  rash  on  l\^ike's  arm,  the 
gopher  under  the  azalea  bed  and  the  cook 
who  quit  without  notice.  "I  don't  think  a 
man  should  be  burdened  with  the  little 
annoyances,"  she  says.  Then  adds  with 
a  wise  little  smile,  "Maybe  women  give  a 
little  bit  more  than  men  in  a  marriage,  but 
if  they  do,  they  get  back  more,  too." 
Around  the  house,  Jeanne  wears  her  col- 


lection of  short  cotton  brunch  coats,  long 
ago  having  given  up  the  fussy  productions, 
the  things  that  have  to  be  zipped  or  but- 
toned at  myriad  points.  She  shows  up  for 
breakfast  every  morning  with  a  scrubbed 
face  and  shining  hair  and  a  fresh  morn- 
ing coat,  and  stays  that  way  until  it's 
time  to  bathe  and  dress  for  Paul's 
homecoming.  Being  well  groomed  for  the 
dinner  hour  is  important  with  her,  and 
she  has  found  that  it  had  to  be  madte  a 
habit.  Otherwise,  the  unexpected  some- 
times happened  and  she  failed  to  be  ready 
to  meet  him  at  the  front  door.  "Men  no- 
tice things  like  that,"  she  says,  "no  matter 
what  their  age."  The  added  thought  re- 
fers to  her  trio  of  sons,  who  howl  with 
delight  when  they  see  her  "dressed  up." 
The  brighter  the  colors  the  better,  and 
Jeanne  thinks  this  goes  for  the  adult 
male,  as  well.  When  she  turns  out  in  red 
the  two-year-old  Timothy  croons  happily 


IT  HAPPENED  TO  ME 

bought  a  copy  of  d^SsHt^^^ 

Modern      Screen,  .  ■RW^ij^K 

and   was  standing  V  J^H 

in  the  drugstore  at  J 

Selma    and    Vine  yg^  0&    Jf  . 

Streets,  in  Holly-  §LJ 

v:ood,   reading  an  Sp 

article  called  "Hov:  •»-' **  W 
Dopey      Can  Hi 

gentleman  brushed 

past  me  mumbling,  "Excuse  me." 
Imagine  my  surprise  when  I  looked 
up  and  saw  the  star  of  the  story, 
Gordon  MacRae,  luying  some  tooth- 
paste and  grinning  at  me. 

Nancy  Streebeck 
Hollywood,  California 


and  remarks  "Da  doll!"  a  pet  name  origi- 
nated for  his  small  sister  and  lately  ap- 
plied to  all  likely  looking  females. 

Jeanne  is  always  on  the  prowl  for  new 
•"  fashion  ideas,  and  when  she  comes 
home  after  a  fashion  show  her  program 
is  covered  with  scribbles.  Deciphered, 
they  are  reminders  to  try  a  pin  here  or  a 
pin  there,  or  a  novel  way  to  wear  a  scarf, 
a  trick  with  sweaters,  or  to  see  if  she 
has  any  hat  that  would  take  a  wide  rib- 
bon like  that  pillbox  number  at  the  show. 
Jeanne  isn't  what  is  termed  a  pace  setter 
in  fashions,  but  she  does  give  her  ward- 
robe and  grooming  minute  attention,  de- 
spite the  fact  that  more  often  than  not 
she  is  "helped"  in  getting  dressed  by  her 
offspring.  The  boys  drag  out  their  re- 
spective choices — shoes,  gloves,  jewelry 
and  bags — and  Jeanne  calmly  puts  them 
back  where  they  belong  and  goes  on  with 
her  original  plans. 

She  has  her  own  dryer  at  home  and 
has  devoted  one  corner  of  her  dressing 
room  to  what  she  likes  to  think  of  as  her 
own  beauty  parlor.  She  shampoos  and 
sets  her  own  hair  at  least  once  a  week, 
and  always  performs  the  operation  when 
Paul  is  not  at  home. 

Jeanne  loves  to  draw  a  pleasing  assort- 
ment of  wolf  whistles  around  town.  Like 
most  movie  stars  she  is  well  known  in 
Beverly  Hills,  where  the  citizens  are  usu- 
ally respectful,  but  away  from  the  neigh- 
borhood she  has  been  known  to  snarl  traffic. 
The  characters  who  try  to  whistle  down 
lone  women  drivers  have  a  tough  subject 
in  Jeanne  Crain,  but  also  a  fairly  consid- 
erate one.  "I  don't  like  to  see  the  poor 
men  wasting  time  and  energy  trying  to 
keep  up  with  me  in  traffic,"  she  says.  "So 
I  nonchalantly  adjust  the  mirror  on  the 
side  of  the  car  until  I'm  sure  they've  seen 
my  wedding  ring."  She  feels  she  can't  be 
too  annoyed  because   once,   eight  years  81 


ago,  there  was  a  young  man  who  used  to 
follow  her  car  around  town,  a  handsome 
man  named  Brinkman. 

Besides,  Jeanne  likes  wolf  whistles,  and 
is  frank  enough  to  admit  it.  "If  I  don't  get 
any  for  a  while  I  begin  worrying^  about 
it.  If  you've  ever  noticed,  they  don't  hap- 
pen when  you  look  tired  or  grumpy,  and  I 
think  if  you  suddenly  realize  the  whistles 
have  died  down  it's  time  to  take  a  good 
look  at  yourself." 

Jeanne  almost  always  defers  to  Paul  in 
the  majority  of  problems,  and  career  or 
no  career,  continues  to  be  a  wife  to  him 
in  every  sense  of  the  word.  She  sees 
to  it  that  his  clothes  are  in  order,  that 
his  shirts  are  properly  ironed,  and  his 
sock  supply  is  plentiful.  When  they  were 
first  married  she  refrained  from  fussy 
frills  in  their  bedroom,  giving  him  the 
edge  with  masculine  grey  woodwork  and 
grey  wallpaper.  It's  only  lately  that  she  s 
begun  to  think  about  painting  the  wood- 
work a  peach  color.  "Not  too  peachy,  but 
just  enough  to  relieve  the  feeling^  that  I 
sleep  in  a  bachelor  dormitory."  She 
smiled.  "Maybe  having  ^a  daughter  has 
finally  given  me  courage." 

When  Paul  built  the  new  plant  and 
wondered  about  decorating  his  office 
Jeanne  pitched  in  to  help.  She  suggested 
wood  panelling  on  all  four  walls.  ^  "And 
we  can  hang  up  that  deer  head  that's  been 
sitting  on  top  of  the  freezer  in  the  garage." 
She  spent  many  days  on  the  project,  which 
luckily   came   at   the   time   when,  after 


Jeanine's  birth,  there  was  a  long  period 
of  rest  before  making  a  movie— O.  Henry  s 
Full  House.  But  the  free  period  had  flown 
by  on  wings.  For  Jeanne  there  is  never 
enough  time.  There  is  not  only  her  job  of 
being  wife  and  mother  and  running  the 
house  and  maintaining  what  is  ordinarily 
a  full  time  career,  but  there  are  her  hob- 
bies, too. 

Jeanne's  hobbies  tend  to  be  the  clut- 
tery  type;  things  like  painting  and  keeping 
scrapbooks.  After  seven  years  of  bump- 
ing into  easels  and  stepping  on  clippings 
smeared  with  paste,  Paul  built  Jeanne 
her  own  tiny  house,  tucked  away  up  on 
the  hill  at  the  back  of  their  property. 
Jeanne  calls  it  her  studio  and  is  ecstati- 
cally happy  over  having,  at  last/  a  place 
where  she  can  paint  and  putter  to  her 
heart's  content.  No  one  else  is  allowed 
to  enter,  and  Jeanne  even  insists  on  clean- 
ing it  herself  because  if  a  maid  ever 
broke  in  and  tidied  up  the  place,  Mrs. 
Brinkman  wouldn't  be  able  to  find  a  thing. 
The  children  have  seen  it,  of  course,  and 
once  in  a  while  Jeanne  will  extend  an  in- 
vitation to  them,  one  at  a  time,  to  join 
her  in  her  leisure  hours.  Each  has  his  own 
smock  and  equipment. 

Otherwise,  its  security  is  inviolate,  and 
there's  no  one  to  complain  about  its 
dishevelment.  It's  bound  to  be  that  way, 
too,  for  Jeanne  is  an  inveterate  scrap- 
book-keeper,  having  one  on  home  fur- 
nishing  ideas,   one   on   fashion,   one  on 


entertaining,  a  big  book  of  family  pic- 
tures, all  her  publicity  clippings,  and  even 
a  guest  book  which  she  keeps  supplied 
with  pictures  of  friends  as  well  as  their 
autographs.  None  of  them  are  ever  up 
to  date,  naturally.  The  one  drawback  of 
having  the  little  studio  is  the  fact  that 
there  is  seldom  time  to  spend  there. 

Next  to  the  Lady  of  Guadalupe  medal, 
it  is  her  most  treasured  gift  from  Paul. 
The  medal,  incidentally,  was  a  gift  on  their 
fifth  anniversary.  Five  star-shaped  dia- 
monds are  set  around  the  rim,  and  three 
rubies  in  the  center,  representing  the 
boys.  Recently  Paul  has  added  an  em- 
erald in  honor  of  their  only  daughter,  and 
Jeanne  prizes  the  ornament  above  all 
other  material  things  in  her  life. 

It  is  not  only  for  the  sentiment,  but  also 
for  the  beauty,  for  by  now,  having  gone 
through  the  practical  cycle  of  marriage 
and  motherhood  and  career,  Jeanne  is 
back  in  the  old  glamor  groove.  In  the 
first  flush  of  her  marriage  and  the  resul- 
tant dip  into  domesticity,  she  found  few 
things  more  exciting  than  the  new  dish- 
washer, the  new  stove,  the  carpeting  of 
the  house.  She  recalls  that  when  they 
went  on  the  big  adventure  to  buy  an  in- 
cinerator they  got  so  carried  away  that 
they  bought  a  huge  model  in  a  soft  shade 
of  green  to  blend  with  the  pepper  tree. 

"Things  have  changed,"  says  Jeanne 
with  a  toss  of  her  red  gold  hair.  "Nowa- 
days, I'd  rather  have  a  small  diamond 
than'  a  large  washing  machine."  END 


so  in  love 

(Continued  jrom  -page  30)  warm  personal- 
ity is  directly  accountable.  He  married 
Rita  because  he  loves  her  and  he  says  he 
wants  to  stay  married  to  her  because  he 
still  loves  her.  Yet,  by  the  standards  of 
the  western  world,  he  is  utterly  incom- 
prehensible as  a  husband.  For  some  1,300 
years  in  the  known  history  of  his  family 
its  men  have  lived  as  they  pleased— which 
means  today  exactly  what  it  has  always 
meant.  To  their .  wives,  secluded  in  ha- 
rems, this  may  or  may  not  have  been  al- 
ways acceptable,  but  tradition  and  laws 
gave  them  no  other  choice.  To  a  girl  like 
Rita  Hayworth,  born  not  only  beautiful, 
but  free,  it  has  been  something  else- 
something  she  has  tried  to  live  with  only 
to  find  it,  again  and  again,  intolerable. 
That's  why  Attorney  Bartley  Crum  re- 
portedly flew  to  Europe  in  late  October; 
to  finalize  the  divorce  and  arrange  a  settle- 
ment of  reportedly  a  million  and  a  half. 

She  left  him— once  before.  But  where 
there  is  love  there  is  hope — and  Rita  has 
always  listened  to  love.  She  came  back. 
And  the  fact  that  she  has  again  run  off, 
causing  everyone  to  label  her  flighty  and 
inconsistent,  is  the  most  human  thing  about 
Rita  in  the  opinion  of  her  friends,  if  not 
Aly's.  She  tried.  She  may  even  try  again. 
And  with  a  husband  like  Aly  this  could 
probably  get  her  nowhere  again — but  if 
that  isn't  love,  what  is?  As  she  herself  said 
to  reporters  in  Spain,  "My  leaving  is  ex- 
clusively a  very  intimate  matter  of  the 
heart." 

"What's  she  thinking  about?"  her  critics 
ask.  "How  does  she  justify  such  behavior? 
Can't  she  make  up  her  mind?"  The  an- 
swer is  that  she  isn't  thinking.  She  is  a 
wife  in  a  quandary.  Any  woman  who  has 
been  in  love,  any  wife  who  has  faced  a 
similar  problem,  knows  the  answer.  Do 
they  always  use  logic  at  such  times— or 
rarely?  Doesn't  any  woman  do  what  she 
can  .  .  .  fight? 

Despite  the  fact  that  Aly  made  no  prom- 
ises when  he  came  to  Beverly  Hills  to 
get  her,  and  that  she  returned  on  his 
82  terms  so  to  speak,  there  was  every  indi- 


cation that  he  was  prepared  to  curb  his 
self-indulgences  and  take  life  more  seri- 
ously. They  both  knew  (and  it  is  still  true) 
that  he  cannot  afford  more  scandal.  As  the 
heir  of  the  Aga  Khan  (who  if  he  lives 
until  1954,  when  he'll  be  79,  expects  to  be 
gifted  with  platinum  equal  to  his  weight 
to  commemorate  his  70th  year  as  leader  of 
his  Mohammedan  following)  Aly  must 
sober  down  considerably. 

In  the  last  year  he  has  awakened  to  his 
responsibility  and  is  grooming  himself  to- 
wards taking  over  his  father's  vast  re- 
ligious empire.   The  Aga  Khan  fully  ex- 
pects this  and  has  waved  aside  any  spec- 
ulation that  Aly  won't  succeed  him.  Ot 
course  he  will,"  he  has  declared.  But  it 
Aly  brings  disgrace  on  the  house  of  Khan, 
it   is   not   inconceivable    that   his  half- 
brother,  Prince  Sadri  Aga  Khan,  now  at- 
tending Harvard,  may  replace  him  as  the 
heir    Sharpening  the  whole  situation  is 
the  fact  that  for  the  first  time  in  years 
the  Aga  Khan  will  not  make  his  annual 
winter   pilgrimage   to   Africa,  and  India 
(Pakistan)  to  greet  his  followers.  On  the 
advice  of  his  physicians  he  will  stay  m  the 
south  of  France,  and  Aly  is  to  take  his 
place.  Rita  might  have  accompanied  him, 
had  she  not  decided  to  break  up  again. 

If  for  no  other  reason  marriage  is  de- 
sirable because  it  offers  a  mantle  of  re- 
spectability to  Aly.  But  there  are  other 
reasons.  It  is  known  he  dislikes  being 
open  game  for  the  more  predatory  femme 
fatales  that  have  a  habit  of  turnmg  up 
wherever  he  puts  in  an  appearance.  11 
shouldn't  be  forgotten  that  he  was  married 
the  first  time  he  met  Rita  and  it  was  not 
until  he  decided  that  he  wanted  her  that 
he  moved  to  divorce  his  wife. 

Yet  the  very  day  she  left  this  last  time, 
the  day  she  quietly  moved  from  his  villa 
into  a  hotel,  Aly  was  not  at  all  visibly 
sunk  in  the  despair  you  would  expect. 
Nor  did  he  talk  like  a  man  who  had  failed 
to  keep  his  wife  after  traveling  7,000  miles 
to  effect  her  return.  He  showed  up,  chip- 
per and  smiling,  at  Paris'  market  place  for 
pure-blooded  horses,  the  Chez  Chen  on 
the  Rue  Ernest  Deloisan,  where  an  impor- 
tant sale  was  being  held.  The  next  day  the 
Prix  de  l'Arc  de  Triomphe,  one  of  the 
year's   biggest   races,   was   held   at  the 


Longchamps  racetrack.  Aly's  father,  the 
Aga  Khan,  had  two  horses  entered  (one 
of  them,  Nuccio,  won  it)  and  Aly  was 
again  very  much  evident  and  again  was 
his  usual  self.  By  this  time,  news  of  Rita  s 
departure  from  his  home  was  beginning  to 
leak  out,  but  Aly  had  no  comment.  He 
greeted  friends,  ducked  a  countess  or  two 
whom  he  considers  pests,  and  when  a  girl 
reporter  tried  to  talk  about  Rita  he  coun- 
tered with  a  characteristic  Aly  response: 
the  offer  to  buy  her  a  drink. 

Was  he  being  a  Pagliacci  and  suffering 
the  torment  of  a  rejected  husband  under  a 
smiling  mask  ...  or  was  he  unaffected  by 
what  had  happened?  As  far  as  his  friends 
were  concerned  it  didn't  matter  ...  the 
important  thing  was  that  he  was  playing 
the  game  as  an  aristocrat  should  and  not 
being  so  crass  as  to  reveal  emotional  tur- 
moil. To  them,  to  both  the  men  and  wom- 
en in  his  circle,  this  counts  strongly.  Over 
their  champagne  glasses  they  kept  asking, 
"What  does  this  girl  (meaning  Rita) 
want?" 

Rita's  story  is  very  simple.  After  being 
married  to  Aly  for  more  than  three 
years,  she  thought  they  had  agreed  to 
settle  down— and  found  they  had  nothing 
to  settle  down  to.  To  begin  with,  when  she 
left  Aly  the  first  time,  there  is  a  convic- 
tion here  that  another  woman  was  to 
blame  This  girl,  who  wanted  very  much 
to  succeed  Rita  in  Aly's  affections,  ar- 
ranged that  Rita  should  hear  reports  well 
calculated  to  sicken  her  of  Paris  and  make 
her  run  back  to  America.  This  was  one  ot 
the  things  Aly  had  to  clear  up  by  long 
distance  phone  to  Beverly  Hills  before  he 
even  thought  it  worthwhile  to  make  the 
trip  there  ...  and  he  did.  It  is  also  to 
Aly's  credit  that  he  has  never  been  any- 
thing but  icily  polite  to  this  rivai  of  Rita  s 

SUBut  when  Rita,  with  this  episode  for- 
given, returned  to  Paris  she  began  to  hear 
gossip  involving  another  woman— Lauren 
Dubonnet  of  the  famed  Dubonnet  wine 
family.  That  she  began  to  think  of  Lauren 
as  Aly's  light  of  love  all  during  her  ab- 
sence is  more  than  a  probability.  As  dis- 
turbing as  this  was,  there  were  even 
further  upsetting  developments.  She  was 


no  sooner  back  as  mistress  of  Aly's  Paris 
villa  (as  well  as  a  dozen  other  chateaus 
and  country  places  he  owns)  when  the 
house  began  filling  up  with  his  friends— 
mostly  English,  mostly  of  the  "horsey" 
type  with  whom  Rita  has  so  little  in 
common  that  a  pact  of  mutual  disregard 
has  long  been  honored  between  them. 

Aly  and  his  friends  talked  horses.  Rita 
read,  went  shopping,  posed  once  on  their 
balcony  with  the  grinning  Aly  the  time  he 
asked  the  photographers,  "You  mean  like 
Romeo  and  Juliet?"— and  was  thoroughly 
bored   and    disappointed.   And   she  was 
terribly  alone.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  a  friend 
of  Aly  who,  like  him,  spends  a  good  many 
late  afternoons  at  the  Traveler's  Club  and 
saw  him  very  often  there  just  about  this 
period,  circulated  a  story  that  had  Paris 
snickering.    "Aly    has    deliberately  sur- 
rounded himself  with  a  lot  of  people  be- 
cause he  doesn't  want  to  be  too  much 
alone  with  Rita,"  he  said.  This  sort  of 
revelation  triggered  a  lot  of  suppositions 
in  the  mmds  of  Parisians,  not  all  in  Aly's 
favor  either,  as  the  French  can  be  quite 
objective  in  their  thinking.  They  picture 
Aly  as  having  played  the  role  of  a  husband 
with  open  arms  only  to  solidify  his  case 
and  weaken  hers— meaning  that  Aly  was 
being  practical,  was  not  overlooking  the 
financial  settlement  that  must  always  be 
a  factor  if  he  and  Rita  come  to  the  divorce 
stage.  This,  it  is  pointed  out,  stacks  the 
cards   agamst   Rita   completely.   On  the 
surface  there  is  a  husbandly  welcome  but 
underneath  it's  not  so  cozy. 

Paris,  when  you  are  in  love,  can  be  in- 
spiring. Paris,  when  your  love  is  a 
question  mark,  and  when  there  is  no 
T^g\n?  romance  to  counterbalance  the 
rail  chill  and  the  rain  sweeping  in  from  the 
north  and  west,  as  it  did  steadily  during 
this  period,  can  be  terribly  dreary.  Per- 


haps this  was  why  Rita  headed  south  to 
warm  Spain  when  she  left.  And  it  must 
nave  been  heartening  when  an  admirer 
welcomed  her  in  Madrid  with  a  bouquet  of 
flowers.  She  told  Spanish  reporters  that 
fl61^  her  closest  friends  knew  she 
nad  lert  Paris.  This  was  in  a  sense  a  pa- 
thetic remark;  Rita  had  no  close  friends 
mii  af1S'^  S!?e  was  accused  of  holding  her- 
seit  aloof,  of  not  even  trying  to  perfect  her 
French,  which  she  says  is  "pretty  good" 

cu       French  say  ^  "pretty  poor." 
i  .fahe_made  no  statement  directly  when  she 
left   France    but    adopted    a  diplomatic 
stratagem  and  appointed  a  "spokesman" 
who  talked  to  an  English  reporter  from 
the  London  Daily  Mail.   "Rita  and  Aly  dis- 
agreed over  the  extent  of  the  independence 
each  would  retain  in  resuming  their  mar- 
ried life  together,"  said  the  spokesman 
(who  might  well  be  Rita  herself).  "Both 
have  public  responsibilities  and  they  hoped 
to  find  a  way  of  life  that  would  take  that 
mto  account,  allowing  each  to  keep  their 
necessary  independence  and  yet  remain 
husband  and  wife.    At  present  the  po- 
sition is  vague,  and  it  is  impossible  to  say 
what  decision  will  be  taken.    The  couple 
was  sincere  in  their  desire  for  a  reconcila- 
tion,  as  revealed  at  their  press  conference 
But  even  then  everything  had  not  been 
settled,  as  shown  by  Miss  Hayworth's  in- 
sistence that  she  did  not  for  the  present 
intend  to  proceed  with  a  divorce." 

The  same  story,  when  it  ran  in  the  Mail 
also  said  that  Aly  had  seen  his  lawyer,  os- 
tensibly about  business  connected  with 
his  racmg  stable  but  also  to  discuss  the 
marriage.  When  lovers,  or  parted  cou- 
ples, run  to  their  lawyers  at  the  first  hint 
at  trouble,  it  is  usually  a  sign  of  a  fight  to 
the  finish.  A  woman  who  knows  Aly  well 
summed  up  Rita's  chances  for  happiness 
as  follows:  "It  really  is  rather  sad  to  think 
of  that  poor  girl  trying  to  dictate  terms 


to  someone  as  powerful  and  clever  as  Aly 
and  his  family  .  .  .  because  believe  me,  she 
hasn't  a  prayer." 

This  is  probably  true,  if  you  believe  gen- 
eral opimon  here.  But  this  doesn't  darken 
Kita  s  future  by  any  means.  It  may  be 
lightening  right  now  ...  if  Bob  Savage,  a 
tormer  lieutenant  colonel  in  the  American 
Air  Force  and  now  New  York  cafe  singer 
has  his  way.  It  was  known  in  Paris  that 
he  sought  Rita's  favor  in  Beverly  Hills 
where  he  met  her,  and  it  was  only  because 
a  reconciliation  between  her  and  Aly 
seemed  imminent  that  he  retired  from  the 

A°fnei,  ^Wuh  }he  first  rePort  that  she  and 
Aly  had  broken  again  he  took  off  for 
Europe. 

guj  perhaps  the  best  analysis  of  Rita's 
decision  not  to  stay  with  Aly  was 
given  by  an  American  writer  familiar  with 
the  story.    "I  think  every  woman  in  the 
world  ought  to  bless  her  for  it,"  he  said 
bhe  earnestly  tried  to  make  a  go  of  it 
with  the  father  of  her  child.   But  she  had 
to  walk  out  in  all  honesty.    Aly  wanted 
a  wife,  all  right,  but  not  one  at  his  side 
just  in  the  convenient  background  Aly 
wanted  her  beauty,  but  not  as  an  inspi- 
ration to  him,  just  to  grace  his  household 
Aly  wanted  the  respectability  of  marriage 
—its  a  necessity  for  him  politically  and 
you  might  say,  economically— but  little  of 
the  responsibility.    A  lot  of  women  come 
to  this  realization  about  their  husbands 
and  do  nothing  about  it.  Rita,  at  34,  if  not 
before    knew  that  this  is  not  what  she 
wanted.   She  sensed  that  in  the  enlightened 
portions  of  the  world  a  wife  who  does  not 
right  to  maintain  the  marital  emancipa- 
tion women  have  won  is  betraying  all 
of  them.    Being  Rita  she  wouldn't,  she 
couldn  t,  stand  for  it."  END 
(Rita  Hayworth  will  soon  be  seen  in 
Columbia's  Salome.) 


the  male  animal 


(Continued  from  page  57)  and  history  be- 
hind her  handsome  husband. 

Heston  didn't  always  give  the  impres- 
sion of  power.  As  a  boy  he  was  a  runt, 
an  undersized  featherweight,  and  stayed 
that  way  until  high  school.  Then  he  grew 
eight  inches  in  two  years,  then  gained 
weight  during  his  stint  with  the  army 
after  college.  He  grew  up  in  the  wilds  of 
Michigan,  a  life  that  was  almost  an  in- 
heritance, for  his  grandfather  had  once 
owned  thousands  of  acres  of  timberland. 
Ihe  family,  although  well  educated,  had 
for  years  lived  the  remote  life  of  the 
woodsman,  and  Heston  was  born  there  in 
1923  to  follow  for  a  while  in  the  foot- 
steps of  his  predecessors.  Until  the  family 
moved  to  Chicago  in  1933,  his  boyhood 
was  the  richest  that  can  be  experienced 
He  swam  in  the  rivers,  fished  in  the  lakes, 
and  hunted  in  the  forests,  and  before  he 
was  knee-high  to  his  father  he  was  fairly 
jxpert  with  the  rod  and  gun  and  axe  and 
ill  the  tools  by  which  outdoor  men  live 
lo  this  day  he  hunts  only  to  eat,  and 
Moneer-like,  disdains  the  act  of  hunting 
or  the  mere  sport  of  it,  feeling  that  hunger 
s  the  only  reason  strong  enough  for  the 
ict  of  killing. 

As  the  area  where  he  lived  had  few 
hildren  and  was  populated  mostly  by 
umberjacks,  Heston  lived  the  early  part 
>t  his  life  like  a  small  lone  wolf,  with 
ew  companions  of  his  own  age.  There 
fas  no  one  with  whom  to  pretend,  and 
I  earIv  began  using  his  imagination, 
reating  his  own  world  peopled  with 
magmary    characters.    Sundown  would 

^  u  j  s2al.J  boy>  his  chores  at  home 
rushed,  off  m  the  forest  playing  with 
-ores  of  cowboys,  robbers  and  Indians 
iat  no  one  but  himself  could  see. 


It  was  the  beginning  of  his  interest  in 
acting,  and  when  the  Hestons  moved  to 
Chicago  he  was  delighted  to  at  last  have 
other  boys  around  him,  kids  who  could 
play  parts  in  the  melodramas  he  had  been 
playing  solo  for  so  long. 

It  wasn't  easy  at  first,  this  move  from 
the  big  outdoors  to  the  big  city.  It  was 
weeks  before  he  could  cross  the  heavily 
trafficked  streets  without  fear  and  before 
he  could  feel  at  home  with  the  other  kids 
on  the  block.  He  realized  for  the  first  time 
how  much  shorter  and  slimmer  he  was 
than  other  boys  his  own  age,  and  it 
bothered  him.  He  had  always  wanted  to 
be  big  some  day,  big  like  his  father  and 
the  other  lumbermen,  and  now  to  know 
that  he  was  smaller  even  than  his  class- 
mates was  a  blow. 

TJis  name  made  another  strike  against 
AA  him.    "Charlton,"    the    other  boys 
would  sneer,  and  shrug  their  shoulders  in 
disgust.  The  first  day  in  school,  the  huge 
school  whose  classrooms  were  spilling  over 
with  more  children  than  he  had  ever  seen 
the   teacher   called   the   roll.  "Charlotte 
Heston!"  she  said,  and  no  one  answered. 
The  small  Mr.  Heston  scrunged  down  be- 
hind his  desk,  his  ears  flaming  red  with 
embarrassment.   "Charlotte  Heston!"  re- 
peated the  teacher.  "Where  is  the  little 
Heston  girl?"  That  did  it,  of  course,  and 
his  classmates  didn't  forget  it  in  a  hurry. 
There  were  a  few  snide  remarks  made, 
but  Charlton,  despite  his  diminutive  size' 
could  use  his  fists  as  well  if  not  better 
than  the  city  boys,  and  soon  his  new-found 
friends  were  calling  him  Chuck  and  join- 
ing with  him  in  his  own  brand  of  fun. 

He  was  not  only  already  an  actor  at 
ten  years  of  age;  he  was  a  director  and 
writer  as  well.  "You  guys  come  to  get 
me,  see,"  he'd  say,  "and  you  don't  know 
I  have  a  gun.  But  I  got  one  from  Joe 


when  he  came  to  see  me  at  the  jail.  So 
you  ye  got  to  look  real  surprised  when 
I  all  of  a  sudden  pull  it  out  of  my 
shoulder  holster." 

It  went  on  that  way,  first  on  the  streets 
attfr  school,  then  later  in  school  plays 
When  Chuck  learned  that  New  Trier  High 
School  in  Winnetka  offered  the  best 
dramatic  training  of  any  public  school  in 
the  country,  he  enrolled  immediately.  He 
excelled  from  the  first  in  stage  designing 
management  and  diction.  After  gradua- 
tion he  attended  Northwestern  Univer- 
sity's School  of  Speech.  It  was  there  he 
met  Lydia  Clarke,  another  student  of  the 
theater.  They  were  married  just  before 
his  induction  into  the  army. 

The  first  year  was  certainly  the  hardest 
They  lived  out  of  a  foot  locker,  moving 
from  camp  to  camp,  before  Chuck  was 
sent  to  the  Aleutians.  Lydia  had  to  wait 
two  years  to  cook  their  first  meal,  and 
four  years  before  they  had  a  room  that 
could  honestly  be  caUed  a  kitchen.  They 
lived  in  shabby  hotel  rooms  and  boarding 
houses  while  Chuck  tried  to  get  a  start 
on  Broadway.  For  almost  one  whole  year 
Lydia's  modeling  brought  in  the  lion's 
share  of  the  Heston  income. 

Chuck  didn't  like  being  broke.  "Maybe 
if  I  were  Bohemian,"  he  says,  "I  could 
enjoy  that  kind  of  living.  But  when  an 
actor's  broke  it  means  he  isn't  working, 
and  an  actor  out  of  work  is  a  sorry 
character."  They  never  went  into  debt, 
but  there  was  many  a  night  when  the 
mere  sight  of  the  ever-present  dish  of 
noodles  was  enough  to  make  them  despair. 

Things  grew  brighter  as  the  years 
passed.  Heston  had  worked  in  radio  soap 
operas,  out  of  necessity  rather  than  choice, 
and  the  radio  experience  led  naturally  into 
television.  After  two  Broadway  seasons 
and  a  busy  summer  of  stock  in  1948,  Chuck 
landed  a  role  in  television's  "Studio  1."  83 


Worthington  Miner,  the  shows  producer 
saw  great  talent  in  the  new  actor  and 
henceforth  gave  him  plush  leading  roles 
in  many  distinguished  productions,  in- 
cluding Jane  Eyre,  Of  Human  Bondage 
and  Shadow  And  Substance.  Audience  re- 
action was  immediate,  and  fan  mail  began 
flooding  the  studio  Macbeth  drew  an 
astounding  number  of  letters  a  fact  about 
which  Heston,  whose  highest  ambition  is 
Shakespearean  drama,  felt  quite  warmly. 
"The  unlikeliest  people  wrote,  people  from 
tiny  little  towns— people  whom  you 
wouldn't  suspect  of  being  interested  in 
Shakespeare." 

The  interest  spread  to  Hollywood,  and 
1  producer  Hal  Wallis  was  the  man  suc- 
cessful in  signing  Heston  to  a  contract 
There  had  been  nibbles  from  Hollywood 
prior  to  Wallis'  offer  and  Chuck,  with 
three  mediums  already  conquered,  gave  it 
much  serious  thought.  He  preferred  to  re- 
main in  New  York  to  be  near  the  stage 
and  television  center,  yet  he  came  to  the 
conclusion  that  it's  impossible  tor  an 
actor  to  get  beyond  a  certain  point  with- 
out doing  films.  "As  a  matter  of  fact  he 
says,  "I  suppose  you  could  say  that  there 
hasn't  been  a  star  made  in  the  last  dozen 
years  who  hasn't  made  at  least  one  pic- 

tUHe  and  Lydia  came  to  Hollywood  and 
rented  a  two-and-a-half  room  apartment, 
"bigger  than  our  place  in  New  York.  The 
place  in  New  York  is  a  cold  water  flat, 
which  they  still  maintain,  because  Heston 
is  one  of  the  few  Hollywood  actors  having 
studio  permission  to  work  also  in  tele- 
vision They  live  from  coast  to  coast,  stiu 
packing  the  traveling  irons  and  traveling 
clocks  collected  during  their  marriage, 
and  in  each  apartment  Chuck  bumps  into 
the  walls  at  every  turn.  He  likes  big 
rooms  but  has  learned  to  adjust  to  small 

spaces.  ,         „  , 

"When  we  buy  our  house,  he  says, 
"the  first  thing  on  the  purchase  list  is  an 
eight-by-eight  mattress.  Im  tired  ot  tuck- 
ing my  toes  over  the  end  of  the  skimpy 
thing  we  have  now."  . 

When  he  feels  a  need  for  stretching  he 
and  Lydia  go  back  to  Michigan  where 
Chuck  owns  1280  acres  of  forest  land.  It 
is  their  one  luxury  in  life,  and  a  personal 
triumph  for  Chuck,  because  after  years  ot 
saving,  he  managed  to  purchase  a  part  ot 
the  huge  lands  that  the  family  sold  years 
ago.    There  is  a  large  house   a  machine 
shed,  a  lake  over  a  mile  wide,  hundreds  ot 
bears    deer,  and  even  a  pair  of  golden 
eagles.  It  is  his  country,  big  and  rugged; 
the  winter  temperature  often  dips  way 
below  zero,  but  this  is  where  Heston  de- 
veloped the  healthy  body  that  has  since 
grown  into  such  an  immense  frame.  He  s 
used  to  it,  he  loves  it,  this  is  the  only 
place  where  he  can  really  relax.  It  is 
their  vacation  spot  whenever  there  s  a  let- 
up in  their  busy  schedules.  "Think  ot  it, 
says  Chuck.  "There  isn't  a  telephone  m 
the  house."  There  has  been  little  time  for 
Michigan,  however.   Heston,  whose  latest 
film  is  Pony  Express,  has  been  too  busy. 

While  he  has  the  ability  to  play  hero  or 
heel  with  equal  conviction,  he  is  most 
at  home  in  the  type  of  role  that  portrays 
him  as  a  rugged  Romeo  .  .  the  Heath- 
cliff  of  Wuthering  Heights  with  his  deep 
intensity,  the  Rochester  of  Jane  Eyre  with 
his  hint  of  brutality,  and  in  movies  the 
Brad  of  The  Greatest  Show  On  Earth. 
The  role  of  Brad,  says  Chuck,  was  the 
most  comfortable  of  his  career  the  more 
so  because  Cecil  B.  DeMille  altered  the 
character  to  fit  him  even  more  snugly. 
Brad  if  you  will  remember,  was  the  circus 
manager,  the  strong  and  silent  type  who 
wore  his  hat  rakishly  on  the  back  ot  his 
head,  who  ran  the  circus,  including  the 
84  heroine  Betty  Hutton,  with  an  iron  glove. 


Charlton  himself  does  not  understand 
why  his  admirers  consider  him  the  rugged 
tvoe  He  feels  he  is  just  an  average  guy 
and  fails  to  see,  despite  all  his  psychologi- 
cal self -probing,  that  his  appeal  stems  from 
the  very  fact  that  he  is,  underneath,  like 
Brad.  He  is  a  big  man,  two  inches  over 
six  feet,  and  a  few  pounds  more  than  two 
hundred.  His  chest  measures  44  inches 
and  expanded,  increases  to  48,  one  of  the 
biggest  even  in  Hollywood,  land  of  barrel- 
chested  bruisers. 

His  fans  particularly  notice  the  mascu- 
line quality  of  his  voice.  Although  his 
diction  leaves  nothing  to  be  desired,  the 
voice  itself  has  rough  edges  a  gruft  qual- 
ity that  seemingly  delights  the  distaff  side 
of  America.  It  often  gets  away  from  him, 
and  without  realizing  it,  he  booms  his 
pear-shaped  tones  until  they  bounce  from 
wall  to  wall  of  whatever  room  he  may 
be  in  On  these  occasions  Lydia  lays  a  hand 
gently  on  his  arm.  "Dear,  you  re  project- 
ing too  much." 

"It's  a  good  thing,"  Charlton  Heston  once 
remarked,  "that  I  married  a  girl  like 
Lydia  even  though  she  does  say  I  m  a 
Great  Dane  on  a  leash.  I  cant  stand 
stupid  women,  and  Lydia  is  not  only 
bright;  she  also  knows  what  Im  talking 
about  when  I  talk  shop." 


I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

While  in 
Gloucester,  Mas- 
sachusetts, during 
the  summer  of 
1949,  I  attended  a 
carnival  on  the  4th 
of  July.  I  noticed 
a  long  chauffeur- 
driven  car  come 
into  the  parking 
lot  and  thought 
this  was  a  little 
unusual. 

Ther  in  a  few  minutes,  1  saw  a 
large  crowd  watching  a  young  mother 
and  her  child  on  the  horses  at  the 
merry-go-round.  Someone  said,  Its 
Judy  Garland  and  Liza." 

When  the  merry-go-round  stopped, 
Judy  took  Liza  around  to  some  of  the 
other  amusements.  The  crowd  kept 
following  them  but  nobody  asked  for 
an  autograph  as  they  realized  at  the 
time  she  was  recuperating  from  a 
nervous  breakdown. 

Christine  Lampinen 
Maynard,  Massachusetts 


When  he  can  be  touted  away  from 
his  favorite  subject,  he  is  every  bit  as 
articulate  in  other  fields.  Despite  the 
Hestons'  preoccupation  with  their  pro- 
fession, more  than  half  of  their  close 
friends  have  never  been  backstage,  and 
their  mutual  interests  run  the  gamut  trom 
politics  to  a  new  recipe  for  snails. 

They  get  along  fine,  and  there  s  little 
reason  why  they  shouldn't  Lydia  is  the 
perfect  helpmeet  for  Chuck,  going  over 
his  scripts  with  him  and  playing  the  as- 
sorted parts  related  to  his  own  She  likes 
good  food,  as  he  does,  but  will  never  be 
able  to  consume  the  same  quantities.  He  is 
a  prodigious  eater,  and  one  night  when 
dining  at  the  home  of  friends,  ate  seven 
steaks.  "Not  exactly  the  way  to  win 
friends  or  get  invited  again,  he  says.  He 
claims  he  did  it  sort  of  unconsciously; 
two  at  the  table;  then  later  m  the  kitch- 
en, talking  with  his  host,  the  remaining 
five  that  were  still  on  the  platter  disap- 
peared during  the  confab.  •  , 

"That's  what  I  mean  about  having  a 
Great  Dane  on  a  leash,"  says  Lydia.  He  s 
overgrown,  and  every  once  m  a  while  he 


just  wanders  off  and  needs  a  tug  on  the 
leash.  He  gets  distracted  easily  and  does 
things  in  an  absent-minded  fashion.  He 
keeps  things  in  his  closet  for  years  and 
it  never  occurs  to  him  that  they  left  this 
world  years  ago.  I  have  to  keep  throwing 
out  or  giving  away  his  clothes  and  it  it 
happens  to  be  some  tweedy  old  favorite 
of  his  he  pretends  he's  angry.  But  he  really 
isn't  He  doesn't  even  have  a  temper— he  s 
almost  phlegmatic.  But  "  she  amends,  he  s 
really  easy  to  live  with.  He's  like  a  cha- 
meleon-can adapt  himself  to  whatever 
tvoe  of  person  he's  with.  And  he  has  such 
tremendous   energy.    Charlie  never  gets 

tUShe's  the  world's  only  resident  who 
can  call  him  Charlie  and  get  away  with 
it  Chuck  claims  she  gives  the  name  a 
special  kind  of  reading,"  a  special  some- 
thing that  makes  it  bearable  to  him.  They 
blend  their  careers  perfectly.  Never  criti- 
cizing until  a  performance  is  over,  and 
then  giving  and  taking  constructive  re- 
marks with  even  temper— and  sometimes 
teasing  each  other.  .  , 

Lvdia  once  saw  a  movie  film  taken  oi 
Chuck  when  he  was  a  boy.  "He  was  pre- 
tending, as  usual.  Climbing  over  em- 
bankments and  shooting  at  thin  air.  What 

3  Now!  he  can't  remember  when  he  didn't 
want  to  be  an  actor.  When  he  was  in 
high  school  and  his  mother  suggested 
dancing  lessons  he  was  too  engrossed  in 
his  theater  studies  to  take  the  time.  So 
that  when  the  night  arrived  for  the  senior 
ball  he  didn't  attend.  But  rather  than  tell 
his  parents,  spent  the  night  walking  along 
the  beach  by  himself,  encased  m  his 
tuxedo. 

There  never  was  any  girl  but  Lydia 
-L  Chuck  married  when  he  was  20,  and 
now  when  he  meets  a  woman  he  looks  first 
at  her  eyes.  If  they  show  intelligence,  he 
settles  down  comfortably  for  a  long  con- 
versation. It  goes  something  like  this: 

"I  like  stage  work  best.  I  suppose  be- 
cause it's  there  the  actor  has  the  greatest 
responsibility.  Movies  are  a  visual  thing, 
and  the  camera  and  director  can  do  almost 
anything  without  an  actor.  .  .  .  i 
actors  who  are  professional  people  the 
actors  who  know  the  importance  ot  be- 
ing prompt  and  of  knowing  their  lines. . . . 
Pitying  characters  of  Henry  James  was 
difficult  for  me.  His  heroes  dont  act  like 
I  do,  don't  think  like  I  do.  It  was  hard 
work,  but  it  was  good  for  me.  And  then 
the  parts  in  Claudia,  m  Voice  Of  The 
Turtle— those  men  are  too  gentle.  I  m  not 
that  way.  But  you  see   the  greatest  ad- 
-     vantage  an  actor  can  have  is  the  kmc! 
of  parts  that  don't  fit  him.  He  has  to  work 
You  kind   of  have   to   stretch  different 
muscles  all  the  time.  The  same  goes  tor 
working  in  all  kinds  of  mediums     .  .  I 
like  to  paint  because  when  I  paint  I  don  t 
have  to  be  good.  I  can  relax  and  do  some- 
£  bad  §  I  want  to.  All  the  arts  are 
alliea.  The  same  qualities  are  necessary, 
the  sense  of  timing,  the  mental  concen- 
tration, the  selectivity.  But  most  of  all, 
the   power   of  observation.  Acting   is  a 
visual  art.  I'm  a  visual  thinker.  When 
you  say  the  word  'father'  I  think  of  a 
pair  of  legs  encased  in  leather  boots ;  ,  w£h 
the  firelight  shining  on  them.  Thats  the 
way  it  used  to  be  back  in  Michigan  .  .  - 
I  think  anybody  who  can  write  a  good 
plav   is   wonderful.   Play   writing  takes 
everything  in  the  book,  and  there  s  no 
pleasure  greater  for  me  than  doing  a  good 

PlThis  is  shop  talk,  pure  and  simple.  But 
there  aren't  many  women  who,  it  they 
have  intelligent  eyes  and  can  garner  this 
much  attention,  would  really  object  to 
being  Charlton  Heston's  audience  for  the 
subject  closest  to  his  heart.  After  all,  he 
is  a  ruddy  hunk  of  man.  END 


Wonderful... the  way  Camay 
takes  your  skin  "out  of  the  shadows 

AND  INTO  THE  LIGHT  OF  NEW  LOVELINESS! 


n 


o 

CAMAV 


TH!S  LOVELY  CAMAY  BRIDE 
IS  LIVING  PROOF! 

"Shadows  will  never  dull  my  skin 
cgain!"says  Mrs.  William  Landmark. 
"The  change  to  regular  care  with 
Camay  made  a  world  of  difference 
in  my  complexion.  It's  so  much 
brighter  and  fresher  now!" 


M  E  SO/ 


Your  First  Cake  of  Camay  will  clear  away  the  shadows  of 
drab,  dui!  skin,  bring  you  a  far  brighter,  fresher  complexion! 


o 

CAMAY 

TmE    SOAP    OF    itAviJIfill  WOMEN 

&us  "  Beauty -BatA  "  ^uge 


The  shower  of  rose  petals  and  rice  may 
never  fall,  the  joyous  song  of  wedding 
bells  never  ring  out  for  a  girl  whose  com- 
plexion is  drab  and  dreary,  dull  and 
overcast  by  shadows. 

Never  let  your  beauty  be  clouded  or 
masked!  Camay  can  take  your  skin  "out 
of  the  shadows"  and  into  the  light  of  new 
loveliness.  Change  to  regular  care— use 
Camay  and  Camay  alone.  You'll  discover 
that  your  first  cake  of  Camay  makes  a 
wonderful  difference  in  your  complexion, 
leaves  it  so  much  fresher,  clearer. 

For  complexion  or  bath,  there's  no  finer 
beauty  soap  than  Camay!  You'll  marvel 


at  Camay's  mild  and  gentle  ways,  at  the 
frothy  abundance  of  its  creamy-rich  lather. 
Start  today  to  take  your  skin  "out  of  the 
shadows"  and  into  the  light  of  new  loveli- 
ness with  Camay,  The  Soap  of  Beautiful 
Women. 


New  loveliness 
for  every  inch  of  you 

Rid  all  your  skin  of  shadows  

legs,  arms,  and  back — with  a 
daily  Camay  Beauty  Bath.  It's 
so  delightfully  fragrant!  Buy 
the  big  Beauty-Bath  Size  of 
Camay  for  more  lather,  more 
luxury,  more  economy! 


C/^  /^Y~the  SoaP  of  BeautiM  Women 


a  shampoo  that 


|  A  NEW  EXPERIENCE— to  see, 
|  to  feel  how  this  new  lightning  lather, 
milder  than  castile,  silkens  your  hair! 
j  And  no  other  shampoo  lather  is  so 
I  thick,  yet  so  quick! 


"OH,  how  wonderful!"  you'll  say,  "a  new  shampoo  that  leaves  my 
hair  shining  like  silk!" 

It  is  wonderful  to  see  your  hair  shining  with  this  silky  blaze  .  .  . 
silky  soft,  silky  smooth,  silky  bright! 

New  lightning  lather— milder  than  castile! 

This  silkening  magic  is  in  Drene's  new  lightning  lather!  No  other 
lather  is  so  thick,  yet  so  quick— even  in  hardest  water! 
Magic!  because  it  flashes  up  like  lightning,  because  it  rinses  out 
like  lightning,  because  it's  milder  than  castile!  Magic!  because 
this  new  formula  leaves  your  hair  bright  as  silk,  smooth  as  silk, 
soft  as  silk.  And  so  obedient. 

Just  try  this  new  Drene  with  its  lightning  lather  ...  its  new, 
fresh  fragrance  of  100  flowers.  You  have  a  new  experience  coming! 


New  Lightning  Lather  — 

a  magic  new  formula  that  silkens  your  hair. 

Milder  than  castile  — 

so  mild  you  could  use  Drene  every  day! 


,j*     A  PRODUCT  OF  PROCTER  &  GAMBLE 


elizabeth  taylor 


That  Ivoiy  Look 

Young  America  has  it...  You  mn  haw  itinUays! 


looely  facx/db  iovc  it- 
cm  you/ 

As  clear,  as  sparkling  as  a  frosty  morn- 
ing, Anne  Viggers'  complexion  is  one 
that  any  girl  might  envy.  Her  secret? 
"Pure,  mild  Ivory  is  my  only  beauty  aid," 
says  this  stunning  model.  "I  think  gentle 
care  with  Ivory  is  a  magic  formula  for 
any  girl's  complexion!" 


99i^>%  pure.it  floats 


Imagine  you  with  a  complexion  as  baby-fine 
as  little  Justine's !  Like  the  idea?  Then  surely 
it  makes  sense  to  share  her  beauty  soap— 
pure,  mild  Ivory!  More  doctors,  including 
skin  doctors,  advise  Ivory  for  baby's  skin 
and  yours  than  all  other  brands  of  soap 
put  together. 


CUi  cm  hoa^liatJixyu/ look 

Yes,  there's  new  loveliness  in  store  for 
you  if  you  do  just  one  simple  thing: 
Change  to  regular  care  and  use  pure,  mild 
Ivory  Soap.  That's  all!  Then,  in  7  short 
days,  you'll  see  your  complexion  softer, 
smoother,  younger-looking.  Yes— you'll 
have  That  Ivory  Look ! 


Mom  doctors'  advise  Ivory  than  any  other  mp 


f 


Your  mouth  tastes  fresher.. .teeth  and  breath 
stay  cleaner  ...you  reduce  decay  better... 

with  the  NEW  I  PAN  A 


Tooth  brushing  can  be  a  pleasure  instead  of  a  chore-with  new  improved 
Ipana  Its  new  Sparkle-Fresh"  flavor  and  twice-as-rich  foaming  made  it 
the  2  to  1  choice  of  hundreds  of  men,  women  and  children  who  tried  it 
in  their  own  homes.  See  if  your  own  family  doesn't  agree 


Scientists  proved  new  Ipana  keeps  teeth,  breath  cleaner 


Teeth  54%  Cleaner  the  First 
Day.  New  Ipana's  remarkable 
cleaning  ability  was  proved  by 
university  scientists.  In  a  study 
of  brushing  in  the  morning  and 
after  meals,  they  found  that 
new  Ipana  made  badly  stained 
teeth  54%  cleaner— the  first  day. 


Oral  Bad  Breath  Stopped  4 
Hours.  Another  test  studied 
breath  with  a  scientific  odor- 
measuring  osmometer.  Men  and 
women  with  severe  mouth  odor 
used  new  Ipana.  Unpleasant 
mouth  odor  was  stopped  even 
after  4  hours— -in  every  case. 


Famous  Ipana  now  gives  you  two 
new  scientific  cleansing  agents. 

Yes,  Ipana  Tooth  Paste  is  now  better  than 
ever.  It  gives  you  all  the  ingredients  you  need 
for  effective  mouth  hygiene.  And  it  tastes 
wonderfully  refreshing,  can  never  stain. 

Ipana's  two  new  scientific  cleansing,  puri- 
fying agents  actually  clean  better  than  any 
single  tooth-paste  ingredient  known.  They 
penetrate  where  even  water  cannot  reach 
.  .  .  help  keep  your  whole  mouth  healthier. 

What's  more,  you've  never  tasted  anything 
so  fresh  and  peppy  as 
Ipana's  new,  improved 
flavor.  And  you  have 
never  felt  anything  like 
the  way  it  bursts  instant- 
ly into  twice  as  much 
cleansing  foam.  You'll 
notice  the  difference. 

New  pleasanter  way  to  take  care 
of  gums,  reduce  tooth  decay. 

Dentists  will  tell  you  that  a  cleaner  mouth  is 
a  healthier  mouth.  That's  just  what  you  get 
when  you  brush  your  teeth  after  meals  with 
creamy  new  Ipana. 

First,  new  Ipana  removes  more  of  the 
mouth  acids  that  can  bring  on  painful' and 
costly  cavities.  It  gives  you  and  your  family 
better  protection  from  tooth  decay. 

Second,  brushing  teeth  from  gum  margins 
toward  biting  edges  with  new  Ipana  helps  re- 
move irritants  that  can  lead  to  common  gum 
troubles.  Taking  care  of  gums  this  way  is  im- 
portant for  children  and  grown-ups  alike. 

For  teeth  and  gums — as  well  as  breath — 
get  new  Ipana  in  the  yellow  and  red  carton, 
wherever  fine  drug  products  are  sold. 


NOW  IT'S  BETTER  THAN  EVER! 


Product  of  Bristol-Myers 


February  1953 


AMERICA'S  GREATEST  MOVIE  MAGAZINE 


And  Colgate's  has  proved  conclusively  that  brush- 
ing teeth  right  after  eating  stops  tooth  decay 
best!  In  fact,  the  Colgate  way  stopped  more  decay 
for  more  people  than  ever  before  reported  in 
all  dentifrice  history! 


LATER— Thanks  to  Colgate  Dental  Cream 


>Y   CO  IS  ATE  DENTAL  CREAM  WORKED  FINE 

FOR  FRANKIE'S  NOW  MY  VALENTINE ! 


Brushing  Teeth  Right  After  Eating  with 

COLGATE  DENTAL  CREAM 

STOPS 
BAD  BREATH  and 
STOPS  DECAY! 

Colgate's  instantly  stops  bad  breath  in  7  out  of  10 
cases  that  originate  in  the  mouth !  And  the  Colgate 
way  of  brushing  teeth  right  after  eating  is  the 
best  home  method  known  to  help  stop  tooth  decay ! 


COLGATE 

R,BBON  DENTAL   _ 


IT  CLEANS  YOUR  BREATH  WHILE  IT 
CLEANS  YOUR  TEETH  I 


modern  screen 


stories 

MODERN  SCREEN'S  PARTY  OF  THE  YEAR   44 

Beginning  on  page  44  are  the  story  and  35  photographs  of 
the  most  exciting  Hollywood  event  of  the  year — the  award 
presentations  to  the  most  popular  stars  of  1952  as  decided 
by  you,  the  4,500,000  readers  of  Modern  Screen.  Your 
responses  to  the  questionnaire  (see  page  99)  determine  the 
winners  each  year,  and  all  Hollywood  turns  out  to  show 
its  appreciation  of  your  judgment.  Full  evidence  of  the 
respect  Hollywood  has  for  your  decisions  will  be  seen  in 
the  forthcoming  choices  of  the  final  movieland  bosses — the 
casting  directors.   Thank  you.  THE  EDITORS 


IT'S  A  GIRL  (Jane  Powell)  by  Pamela  Morgan 

CINDERELLA'S  TIRED  (Rita  Hayworth)  by  Sheilah  Graham 

IT'S  LOVE,  LOVE,  LOVE  (Fernando  Lamas-Arlene  Dahl)  by  Imogene  Collins 

BING  CROSBY'S  FUTURE  by  Louella  Parsons 

HE  RAN  AWAY  WITH  HER  HEART  (Jane  Wyman)  by  Jane  Wilkie 

FULL  HOUSE— FULL  HEARTS  (Roy  Rogers-Dale  Evans)  by  Jack  Wade 

WHAT  LANA  DOES  TO  MEN  (Lana  Turner)  by  Hedda  Hopper 

MAKE  ME  HONEST  (Jane  Russell)  by  Jim  Henaghan 

LOVE  STORY— NINE  YEARS  YOUNG  (Burt  Lancaster)  by  Ruth  Waterbury 

DAILY  DOUBLE  (Betty  Hutton)  by  Brenda  Helser 

JUNE  ALLYSON  GOES  COUNTRY  by  Marva  Peterson 

SHE  CAME  A  LONG  WAY  (Rosemary  Clooney)  by  Jim  Burton 

REAL  GONE  AND  STRAIGHT  UP  (Bob  Wagner)  by  John  Maynard 

D  IS  FOR  DADDY  (Elizabeth  Taylor-Michael  Wilding)  by  Arthur  L.  Charles 

THE  HOUSE  I  LOVE  by  Dean  Martin 


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departments 


THE  INSIDE  STORY  :   4 

LOUELLA  PARSONS'  GOOD  NEWS   6 

MOVIE  REVIEWS  by  Jonathan  Kilbourn  14 

MIKE  CONNOLLY'S  HOLLYWOOD  REPORT   20 

SWEET  AND  HOT  '.  by  Leonard  Feather  25 

MODERN  SCREEN  FASHIONS   69 

TAKE  MY  WORD  FOR  IT  by  Ava  Gardner,  star  columnist  for  February  78 

On  The  Cover:  Elizabeth  Taylor  by  MGM.    Other  picture  credits  on  page  84 


CHARLES  D.  SAXON 

editor 

DURBIN  HORNER 

executive  editor 

CARL  SCHROEDER 

western  manager 


SUZANNE  EPPES,  story  editor 
CAROL  PLAINE,  associate  editor 
KATIE  ROBINSON,  western  editor 
FERNANDO  TEXIDOR,  art  director 
BILL  WEINBERGER,  art  editor 
BOB  BEERMAN,  staff  photographer 
BERT  PARRY,  staff  photographer 
MARCIA  L.  SILVER,  research  editor 


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M-G-M 


presents 


Lana  Turner  •  Kirk  Douglas 
Mlter  Pidgeon  •  Dick  Powell 


co-starring 


NO  HOLDS 

BARRED... 

in  this 
stor^ 

of  A" 

BLONDE 

who 
wanted 

to  go  places... 

A  BIG  SHOT 1 

who  got  her  there 
...the  hard  way! 


Barry  Sullivan -Gloria  Grahame^<j^3I 

Gilbert  Roland  •  *  Leo  G.  Carroll 

Vanessa  Brown  -  sCreenPiayby  Charles  schnee 

'Based  on  a  Story  by  George  Bradshaw  •  Directed  byVlNCENTE  MlNNELLI  -  Produced  by  JOHN  HOUSEMAN  •  An  M-G-M  Picture 


Here's  the  truth  about  the  stars— as  you  asked  for  rt.  Want  1 £ 
spike  more  rumors?  Want  more  facts?  Write  to  THE  INSIDE 
STORY,  Modern  Screen,  1046  N.  Carol  Drive,  Hollywood,  Lai. 


9.  Can  you  tell  me  please  how  many 
times  Dale  Robertson  has  been  married? 
— J.  J-,  Oklahoma  City,  Okla. 

A.  Twice. 

Q.  Isn't  the  Dean  Martin  marriage  go- 
ing to  pieces?  — D.  E.,  Akron,  Ohio. 


SUPER 
COLOR 
RINSE 


A.  No. 

9.  Can  you  find  out  how  much  money 
Gary  Cooper  will  make  from  High 
Noon?  — E.  R.,  Chicago.  III. 

A.  Cooper's  salary  is  $100,000  and  20% 
of  the  net  profits.  His  take  from  High 
Noon  will  approximate  $360,000. 

9.  Will  Dan  Dailey  reconcile  with  his 
former  wife?— H.  Y.,  Nashville,  Tenn. 

A.  It  is  doubtful. 

9.  Is  there  any  possibility  that  Bing 
Crosby  will  now  marry  Ann  Blyth, 
especially  since  thev  are  both  Catholics? 

— D.  U.,  New  York,  NY. 

A.  A  rumor  in  bad  taste  and  without 
foundation. 

9.  I  understand  Bob  Hope  is  worth 
four  million  dollars.  If  this  is  true,  why 
does  he  want  to  buy  oil  wells,  TV  sta- 
tions, and  other  enterprises? 

— H.  Y.,  Toledo,  Ohio. 

A.  That  is  his  approximate  worth.  His 
youth  was  so  poverty-ridden  that  one 
of  his  great  passions  in  life  has  always 
been  the  acquisition  of  money;  another 
is  giving  thousands  to  charity. 

9.  Is  it  true  that  Betty  Grable  refuses 
to  speak  to  Marilyn  Monroe  because  of 
jealousy?  — T.  E.,  Santa  Fe,  N.M. 

A.  Grable  and  Monroe  are  on  speaking 
terms. 

9.  I've  been  told  that  Rock  Hudson  is 
being  given  a  big  build-up  by  Universal 
because  the  studio  is  sore  at  Tony  Cur- 
tis. Is  that  true?— C.  E.,  Moline,  III. 

A.  It  was  at  one  point,  is  no  longer. 

9.  What  is  Marilyn  Monroe's  salary 
and  how  much  does  20th  Century-Fox 
get  for  her  on  a  loanout? 

— I.  Y.,  Dennis,  Mass. 

A.  Marilyn's  salary  is  $750  per  week; 
20th  currently  is  not  loaning  her  out. 


If  they  did  the  asking  price  would  be 
$100,000  per  picture. 

9.  Wasn't  the  John  Wayne  divorce 
proceeding  soft-pedaled  because  of  all 
the  dirty  linen  in  the  case? 

— B.  Y.,  Ithaca,  N.Y. 

A.  Yes. 

9.  I've  been  told  that  ever  since  that 
riotous  Marion  Davies  party  in  which 
she  fought  with  Fernando  Lamas,  Lana 
Turner  has  been  referred  to  by  her 
friends  as  "the  human  punching  bag." 
Is  this  true? 

A.  A  few  of  Miss  Turner's  friends  have 
described  her  thusly. 

9.  I  understand  that  Doris  Day  has 
refused  to  act  in  any  more  pictures 
with  Danny  Thomas.  Has  Danny  be- 
come stuck-up?— E.  R.,  Toledo,  Ohio. 

A.  Just  convinced  of  his  potential  as  a 
dramatic  star. 

9.  Isn't  the  Ty  Power-Linda  Christian 
marriage  finished  to  all  intents  and 
purposes?       — D.  W.,  Denver,  Col. 

A.  Both  sophisticated  partners  have  an 
understanding  which  should  keep  the 
marriage  going. 

9.  Wasn't  Bob  Wagner  a  dish-washer 
at  the  Bel-Air  Hotel  rather  than  a  rich 
man's  son  as  his  publicity  makes  him 
out  to  be?  — T.  F.,  Dallas,  Texas. 

A.  Wagner  worked  one  Summer  at  the 
Bel-Air  Hotel  as  a  dish-washer;  his 
parents,  however,  are  well  off. 

9.  Does  Jeanne  Crain's  mother  still 
think  her  daughter  is  the  wrong  wife 
for  Paul  Brinkman? 

— E.  E.,  Santa  Fe,  N.M. 

A.  In  view  of  the  fact  that  Jeanne's 
marriage  has  lasted  seven  years  and  has 
produced  four  children,  Jeanne's  mother 
feels  now  she  was  wrong  in  doubting 
Brinkmpn  as  a  husband. 

9.  Of  all  the  actors  in  Hollywood  which 
one  has  success  changed  the  most? 

— E.  M.,  Hartford,  Conn. 

A.  Some  sq,y  Kirk  Douglas. 

9.  Now  that  MGM  has  dropped  Peter 
{Continued  on  page  26) 


 DEAN  -f-J--%)ERRY-  

MARTlN«LEMS 


in 


HAL  WALLIS' 


Production 


THE  STOOGE 


Additional  Dialogue  by  LLfTUUU  ULLIIIHI1 "  From  a  story  by 
Fred  F.  Finklehoffe  and  Sid  Silvers  •  A  Paramount  Picture 


LOUELLA  PARSONS 
GOOD  NEWS 


A HAPPY  NEW  YEAR  to  you,  one  and  all- 
bit  belated  but  not  the  less  heartfelt. 
This  is  the  time  of  the  year  I  usually  make  a 
few  predictions  of  things  to  come  in  Holly- 
wood— and  so  let's  tee-off  with  a  few: 

I  doubt  if  Arlene  Dahl  and  Fernando  Lamas 
will  marry  despite  the  heat  they're  generating 
romantically  at  the  present  time.  I  have  Lamas 
down  in  my  book  as  not  a  marryin'  man. 

The  Gregory  Pecks  won't  part  no  matter 
how  strong  the  rumors  from  Europe  that  they 
are  guarreling. 

Two  Academy  Award  nominees  for  the 
"best  Actress"  Oscar  will  be  Shirley  Booth 
(Come  Back,  Little  Sheba^i  and  Julie  Harris 
QMembei  Oi  The  Wedding). 

Debbie  Reynolds  and  Bob  Wagner  WON'T 
make  up  their  quarrel. 

Newcomers  to  shine  the  brightest  in  1953 
—Rosemary  Clooney.  Peggy  Lee,  Audrey 
Hepburn,  Jeff  Hunter,  Aldo  Ray,  Dewey  Mar- 
tin and  Anna  Maria  Alberghetti. 

Gossip  writers  persistently  trying  to  tie  up 
Bing  Crosby  in  romances  which  he  won't  be 
having. 

East  Of  Eden  the  most  discussed  and  cussed 
picture  since  casting  Gone  With  The  Wind. 
Marilyn  Monroe's  jump  in  salary  from  S500 


per  week  to  an  eventual  $6000  per  week 
(which  isn't  a  prediction — the  new  deal  is 
coming  up  'or  Marilyn). 

No  marriage  for  Lana  Turner. 

IT'S  also  a  little  late  to  be  talking  about 
Christmas  presents,  but  I  know  I'm  always 
interested  in  who  gets  what — and  perhaps 
you  haven't  heard  about  these: 

Lana  Turner  gave  little  Cheryl  a  small  "set 
chair" — a  duplicate  of  the  one  Lana  uses 
when  she's  working. 

Deborah  Kerr  gave  her  family  the  order  for 
a  swimming  pool  and  the  family  gave  Deb- 
orah three  beautiful  Suzy  sports  outfits. 

Ava  Gardner  sent  beautiful  ivory  gifts  from 
Africa  to  her  Hollywood  pals. 

The  Gene  Kellys  loaded  their  friends  with 
French  perfume. 

Another  swimming  pool  gift — Liz  Taylor 
and  Mike  Wilding  gave  each  other  the  pool 
for  their  new  home. 

Van  Johnson  gave  Evie  an  oil  painting  of 
their  daughter  Schuyler — a  lovely  picture  by 
artist  John  Morris. 

Ricardo  Montalban's  gift  to  Georgianna— 
an  exquisite  antique  bracelet  encrusted  in 
semi-precious  stones.  , 


And,  perhaps,  the  nicest  surprise  of  all- 
George  Hormel  surprised  Leslie  Caron  by 
bringing  her  parents,  the  Claude  Carons,  here 
from  Paris  to  spend  the  holidays  with  their 
daughter. 

MY  'phone  rang  at  a  very  late  hour  and  a 
nasal,  muffled  voice  said  softly: 
"This  is  Marlon  Brando.  I've  just  married 
Movita.    I'm  drunk — but  I   wanted  you  to 
know  the  news!" 

Ordinarily,  I'd  have  been  on  the  telephone 
immediately  to  my  paper  with  this  "scoop" 
— but  I  haven't  been  in  the  "scoops"  business 
all  these  years  without  developing  a  sixth 
sense  about  these  things. 

I'm  glad  I  listened  to  my  feminine  intuition. 
Sure  enough,  my  midnight  caller  turned  out 
to  be  an  impostor  pretending  to  be  Brando  and 
trying  to  get  me  to  fall  for  this  phony  story. 

Marlon,  highly  indignant,  knows  who  this 
man  is — and  if  he  dares  to  repeat  the  hoax, 
will  take  police  action. 

FERNANDO  LAMAS'  little  habit  of  letting 
ladies  pick  up  the  check  at  cafes  and 
nightclubs  has  the  town  gasping.  A  South 
American  habit, maybe?  (Continued on  page  8) 


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Janet  Leigh's  leggy  figure  was  shown  off  to  And  Jan  Sterling  was  a  close  rival  for  honors 
advantage9  in  the  costume  she  ware  to  the  in  the  gorgeous  gam  ^™*>°\^™™1 
annual   Masquer's  Ball  in   Hollywood   recently.      gala  Ball.  Jan  come  w.th  hubby  Paul  Douglas. 


Mike  O'Shea  ran  the  danger  of  being  tickle 
to  death  if  he  got  too  close  to  his  feathe  \ 
bedecked    wife,    Virginia    Mayo,    that  nigh 


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MARILYN  MONROE . . .  MARRIAGE  HAS  CHANGED  JANE  WYMAN  . 


MICKEY  ROONEY'S  HONEYMOON  BEHAVIOR 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 


GEARY  STEFFEN  GETS  HIS  FIRST  GLIMPSE  OF  HIS  NEW  BABY! 


Jane  Powell's  new  baby  daughter,  Suzanne  Steffen,  sleeps  right  through  first  meeting 


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new  baby  turned  out  to  be  a  girl. 


Here's  a  close-up  of  Suzanne,  who  arrived  ahead 
of  schedule.  She  wasn't  due  till  December. 
For  complete  story  of  her  birth,  see  page  24. 


One  of  his  friends  explains  that,  of  course, 
Fernie  permits  his  date  to  pick  up  the  tariff 
ONLY  when  he  has  been  invited.  When  he 
does  the  inviting,  he  pays. 

Anyway,  it  looks  awful. 

Sight  and  Sound  in  the  Night:  Ursula 
Thiess,  parked  in  Bob  Taylor's  car  outside  the 
Mocambo,  weeping  quietly  to  herself. 

But  when  he  swung  in  behind  the  wheel, 
she  had  the  powder  puff  out,  drying  the 
traces. 

A  honeymoon  story  to  end  all  honeymoon 
stories  is  that  when  Mickey  Rooney  and  his 
bride,  Elaine  Mahnken,  checked  into  the  El 
Rancho  Hotel  a  few  hours  after  their  elope- 
ment to  Las  Vegas,  they  asked  for  SLEEPING 
PILLS!  !????? 

AVA  GARDNER  and  Frank  Sinatra  spent 
their  first  wedding  anniversary  18,000 
feet  up  in  the  air  and  10,000  miles  from  home 
winging  their  way  to  Nairobi  where  Ava  was 
due  to  start  Mogambo. 

"We  felt  kinda  sorry  for  ourselves"  Frankie 
reports,  "But  we  exchanged  our  gifts  and 
opened  a  not-too-chilled  bottle  of  champagne 
to  toast  our  first  milestone." 

His  gift  to  Ava  was  a  huge  globe-shape 
ring  studded  with  diamond  chips.  She  gave 
him  a  thin  platinum  wrist  watch. 

When  they  arrived  in  Nairobi  the  night  of 
their  anniversary,  it  was  pleasant  to  be  met 
at  the  plane  by  Clark  Gable  and  director 
John  Ford  and  the  rest  of  the  Hollywood 
troupe. 

They  were  surprised  when  Clark  told  them 
to  dress  for  dinner.  "It's  the  custom  at  the 
new  Stanley  Hotel  here,"  Clark  said- 

And,  it  wasn't  until  they  entered  the  dining 
room  that  night,  and  the  African  orchestra 
struck  up  the  chords  of  "The  Anniversary 
Waltz",  that  Frankie  and  Ava  realized  that 
their  wedding  date  had  not  been  forgotten 
and  that  they  were  guests  of  honor  at  a  big 
party  hosted  by  Gable. 

Ava  got  very  sentimental  and  cried  and 
told  Clark  she  didn't  think  anyone  would 
think  to  celebrate  their  anniversary  (even  if 
he  knew  about  it),  because  they'd  had  so 
many  battles  during  their  short  marriage  no- 
body would  know  whether  they'd  be  speak- 
ing or  not. 

Ten  days  later,  Frankie  had  to  fly  back  to 
Hollywood  to  rest  for  From  Here  To  Eternity 
and  it  will  be  a  long  time  before  he  sees  Ava 
again. 

But,  he'll  never  forget  Clark  Gable's  gesture 
of  friendship  and  the  happiness  that  shone  in 
the  eyes  of  his  bride  when  she  realized  their 
anniversary  hadn't  been  forgotten — and  good 
friends  made  it  gay  and  warm  and  memor- 
able for  both  of  them  with  all  the  trimmings, 
including  a  cake. 

THE  night  the  William  Goetzes  gave  a  din- 
ner honoring  Gene  Markey  and  his  charm- 
ing bride  (the  former  Mrs.  Lucille  Wright, 
owner  of  the  Calumet  racing  stable)  was  the 
evening  Jane  Wyman  and  Freddie  Karger 
elected  to  elope,  so  I  spent  most  of  my  time 
at  the  telephone  waiting  for  their  call. 

However,  it  was  a  very  gay  party.  Jimmy 
Stewart  was  at  the  piano  singing  some  of  his 
favorite  tunes;  Loretta  Young  did  a  dance; 
George  Bums,  who  will  sing  at  the  drop  of  a 
hint,  gave  with  number  after  number  in  his 


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Lou  Merrill.  Her  dress  drew  whistles! 


George  Sanders  escorted  both  his  wite,  Zsa 
Zsa  Gabor,  and  her  sister,  Eva,  to  the  premiere. 


John  Payne  and  Coleen  Gray  attended  the 
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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

off-key  style.  And,  Deborah  Kerr,  the  most 
ladylike  girl  in  Hollywood,  seemed  to  be  hav- 
ing the  best  time  of  all  just  sitting  quietly  on 
the  sidelines  and  looking  on 

lack  Benny's  toast  to  the  guests  of  honor 
was  very  amusing  and  ditto  for  Bill  Goetz' 
to  Joan  Fontaine  and  Collier  Young,  also 
newlyweds. 

PERSONAL  OPINIONS:  I'm  fed  up  with  the 
feuding  of  Corinne  Calvet  and  Zsa  Zsa 

Gabor.  How  about  you?  His  friends  are 

worried  about  Red  Skelton,  who  isn't  taking 
the  best  care  of  his  career,  his  marriage  or  his 
health.  Nothing  is  worth  getting  the  shakes 
about.  Red.  ...  I  just  wonder  if  Ginger 
Rogers  will  be  as  happy  (if  she  marries  24- 
year-old  Jacques  du  Bergerac)  as  she  thinks 
she  will?  .  .  .  Isn't  blonde,  doll-faced  Jane 
Powell  well  on  her  way  to  being  a  baby 
Hetty  Greene  of  Hollywood?  She  already 
owns  two  eighteen-unit  apartment  buildings 
in  the  San  Fernando  Valley,  has  an  interest 
in  a  cleaning  establishment  and  has  bought 

acreage  to  subdivide  for  small  homes  

Hedy  Lamarr  should  grab  herself  a  movie  job 
— but  quickly.  She's  turning  down  every  script 
offered  to  her — and  some  of  them  are  good. 
If  she  isn't  careful,  she'll  "neuroticize"  her- 
self right  out  of  a  career  If  any  actor's 

wife  pays  more  for  her  clothes  than  Mrs.  Van 
Johnson,  will  she  please  hold  up  her  hand 
and  be  counted.  Rumor  has  it  that  some  of 
Evie's  Rontana  gowns  cost  as  much  as  SI  500 

apiece  Who  did  Dale  Robertson  think 

he  was  kidding  when  he  said  he  and  his 
wife  had  never  been  separated.  Whet  does 
he  call  moving  out  of  his  home,  refusing  to 
answer  Mrs.  R's  telephone  calls,  and  staying" 
away  for  two  weeks  ....  Isn't  the  real 
reason  Debbie  Reynolds  called  off  her  ro- 
mance with  Bob  Wagner  was  because  of  all 
the  publicity  he  received  dating  Barbara  Stan- 
wyck. Me  thinks  so. 

THE  big  social  events  of  the  month  have 
been  charity  dinners  and  the  wonderful 
tribute  paid  Louis  B.  Mayer  by  the  Producers 
Guild  at  a  whopping  banquet  in  the  Biltmore 
Bowl. 

I  can't  remember  seeing  more  beautiful 
gowns  at  any  event.  Our  beauties  were 
really  done  to  the  teeth. 

Jeanne  Crain  looked  like  something  right 
out  of  heaven  in  an  apple  green  bouffant 
satin  with  a  slightly  deeper  shade  of  green 
tulle  scarf  billowing  to  the  floor. 

I  overheard  Betty  Furness  (a  looker  her- 
self) say,  when  she  spotted  Jeanne,  "If  I 
looked  like  Jeanne  Crain  I'd  stay  home  all 
day  and  just  look  at  myself  in  different 
mirrors!"  You're  welcome,  Jeanne. 

Ann  Blyth  (she  was  Harriet  Parsons'  guest 
and  sat  at  our  table)  wore  daintily  beaded 
pink  satin,  the  new  above-the-ankle-length 
for  formals,  and  she,  too,  was  encircled  by  a 
pink  tulle  stole. 

Gracie  Allen's  gown  was  made  of  baby 
lace  and  white  net,  yards  and  yards  of  it, 
with  enormous  puff  sleeves. 

A  sheath  of  "winter  white"  satin  was 
chosen  by  Esther  Williams  and  it  fit  her  as 
tightly  as  one  of  her  swimming  suits.  Why 
not — if  you've  got  a  shape  like  Esther's? 

One  of  the  few  black  gowns  (most  of  the 
gals  went  pastel  satin  with  a  vengeance) 
was  worn  by  Norma  Shearer,  the  only  woman 
sitting  on  the  dais.  The  former  star  wore 


black  velvet  with  pearls  and  when  she  put  on 
her  glasses  to  read  parts  of  her  speech,  I 
jotted  down  a  fashion  note  for  gals  who  wear 
glasses : 

Norma's    glass-rims    were    studded  with 
pearls  and  brilliants — very  becoming. 

My  Janie  Wyman  said,  "Darling,  we  can't 
come  to  the  City  of  Hope  dinner  with  you 
Sunday  night,  because  Freddie  is  playing  a 
date  in  Pasadena  that  evening — and  I'm  sit- 
tin'  home  waiting  for  him." 

This,  mind  you,  from  the  former  "going-out" 
gal  in  our  town,  the  belle  who  just  couldn't 
stay  home,  even  when  she  was  dead  tired, 
and  who  sought  out  her  favorite  jive  artists 
almost  nightly! 

What  a  change  in  Jane!  And  how  very 
well  her  sudden  and  surprising  (even  to  her 
best  friends)  marriage  to  bandleader  Freddie 
Karger  is  working  out. 

Recently,  I  danced  past  Freddie's  band- 
stand when  he  was  playing  the  Jimmy  Mc- 
Hugh  Polio  Foundation  costume  party  in  Palm 
Springs.  "Where's  your  bride?"  I  asked  Kar- 
ger as  I  danced  by. 

"Home  with  the  children,"  he  laughed, 
"mine  and  hers." 

What  Freddie  meant  is  that  his  11-year-old 
daughter,  Terry,  was  with  Jane  and  her  two, 
Maureen  and  Michael.  "Terry  and  Maureen 
are  just  two  years  separated,"  Freddie  said. 
"They  are  already  close  friends — and  of 
course,  Terry  loves  Jane."  He  added  proudly. 
"Who  doesn't?" 

There's  no  problem  about  Terry's  spending 
much  time  with  her  glamorous  new  step- 
mother and  her  father.  Freddie's  former  wife 
is  a  successful  woman  lawyer,  very  busy,  and 
she  is  glad  that  the  little  girl  has  found  such 
a  wonderful  "ready  made"  family  to  visit 
when  she  isn't  with  her  real  mother. 

JEAN  SIMMONS  got  the  giggles  something 
awful,  playing  the  first  love  scene  with  her 
swashbuckler-husband,  Stewart  Granger,  in 
Young  Bess. 

She  broke  Granger  up,  too,  and  finally, 
when  she  got  around  to  making  an  embar- 
rassed explanation  to  the  more  or  less  irri- 
tated members  of  the  cast  and  crew,  Jean 
said: 

"There  are  a  couple  of  lines  in  the  dialogue 
that  strike  us  funny  because  they  have  a  very 
private  meaning  to  us  as  married  people. 
We're  sorry.  Let's  do  the  scene  over." 

Many  fans  have  the  idea  that  Young  Bess 
is  the  first  picture  Jean  and  Stewart  have 
ever  made  together.  T'aint  so. 

Several  years  ago  they  did  Adam  and 
Evelyn  together  in  London,  "But  we  weren't 
married  then,"  explained  Jean. 

"It  isn't  easy  to  work  with  your  real-life 
husband,"  she  sighed.  "Having  people  on 
the  set  watching  us  is  as  though,  on  a  quiet 
evening  at  home  together,  we  left  the  shades; 
up!" 

INTIMATE  Tidbits  About  That  Delectable 
Dish,  Marilyn  Monroe:  She  would  rather 
eat  hors  d'oeuvres  than  dinner — her  favorites 
being  tiny  tomatoes  stuffed  with  cream  cheese 
and  caviar.  .  .  . 

Unless  she's  actually  in  front  of  a  camera 
her  hair  never  looks  well  combed.  It's  fine 
and  it  snarls  and  it  hurts  her  to  comb  it.  . 

She  used  to  say,  "Between  you  and  I"  anc 
is  grateful  that  someone  corrected  her  that  i 
is  right  to  say  "Between  you  and  me."  Nov 


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I  am  always  amazed 
at  some  women.  They 
spend  hours  nursing 
plants,  exclaim  with  horror  if  a  be- 
gonia wilts.  But  these  same  women 
do  nothing  to  keep  their  own  dry  skin 
from  getting  thirstier,  flakier,  more 
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If  you're  neglecting  dry  skin,  let  me 
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Well,  there  is  a  dry  skin  care  that 
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here's  a  simple  routine 
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Dry  lines  and  rough  flakes  will  be 
gone.  You'll  notice  a  fresh  new 
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she  says  "Between  you  and  me"  quite  fre- 
quently and  looks  around  quickly  to  see  if 
anybody's  noticed  how  correctly  she  is  speak- 
ing. .  .  . 

She  was  for  Adlai  Stevenson  and  cried 
when  he  lost.  .  .  . 

A  pal,  playing  a  gag  on  her,  called  after 
the  election  and  said  he  was  Adlai  Steven- 
son. Without  batting  a  surprised  eyelash, 
our  girl  said,  "I'm  sorry  you  lost,  Mr.  Steven- 
son, real  sorry".  .  .  . 

When  she  isn't  made-up  she  says  she 
"hasn't  got  her  face  on".  .  .  . 

Arlene  Dahl  is  her  idea  of  a  beauty  with 
or  without  her  face  on.  .  .  . 

Recently,  20th  gave  her  a  personal  maid — 
the  first  she  has  ever  had.  She  calls  the  maid 
"Honey"  and  waits  on  her.  .  .  . 

She's  delighted  that  she  has  recently 
dropped  12  pounds — but  her  studio  isn't  nor 
her  male  fans.  .  .  . 

She  thinks  black  velvet  is  the  sexiest  thing 
a  girl  can  wear  and  has  many  evening  gowns, 
cocktail  dresses,  hostess  robes  and  slacks  of 
this  material.  .  .  . 

Sometimes  when  she  is  upset,  she  talks  to 
herself. 

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print  the  names  and  addresses  of  servicemen 
who  would  like  to  correspond  with  movie 
stars  and/or  movie  fans.  There  was  so  much 
response  from  this,  both  from  the  boys  and 
from  fans  eager  to  write  to  them  that  I  am 
using  most  of  the  letter-box  space  this  month 
to  give  you  a  few  names  and  addresses  of 
GIs  who  are  lonely: 

Attention  Debra  Paget— Sgt.  J.  T.  Van 
Swearinger,  U.S.  55079282  c/o  PM,  24th  Ord. 
M.M.  Co..  APO  301,  San  Francisco,  California, 
would  love  to  hear  from  you  personally. 

Pvt.  Kent  Hurley,  now  in  hospital  in  Japan 
and  soon  scheduled  for  return  to  active  duty 
in  Korea,  can  be  reached  via  the  following 
address:  RA-13412723,  154th  Transport  Co., 
APO  59  c/o  PM,  San  Francisco,  California. 

Also: 

A/3c  Robert  W.  Thurber  AF  11232274 

581st  Repro.  Sg.  APO-74 

c/o  P.M.,  San  Francisco,  California. 

A/lc  Ralph  Zimmerman  AF  15431537 
200  1st  AACS  SQN,  APO  729 
c/o  PM,  Seattle,  Washington 

I  think  this  is  about  all  we  will  have  room 
for  this  month — but  this  department  will  carry 
more  in  the  future.    See  you  next  month. 


MEET  THE  FABULOUS  MARK  FALLON  !  , 


the  lusty... 

loving 
gambling  man ! 

Tempting  lips  whisper  his  name 
from  St.  Louis  to  New  Orleans... 
as  he  rides  his  luck  down  the 
wide,  rolling  river... to  win 
the  silk-laced  vixen 
who  forever  lures 
him  on! 


Tyrone  j^ower 
piper  laurie  julia  adams 

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AMBLER 


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JOHN  MclNTIRE- WILLIAM  REYNOLDS- 


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Don't  let  the  calendar  make  a 
slave  of  you,  Bonnie!  Just  take 
a  Midol  tablet  with  a  glass  of 
water... that's  all.  Midol  brings 
faster  relief  from  menstrual  pain 
—it  relieves  cramps,  eases  head-  ^ 
m  ache  and  chases  the  "blues." 

i  ^^REE  24-page  book,  "Whgt  Women  Want  tol 
Know",explains  menstruation.  (Plain  wrapper). 
Write  Dep't.  F-23,  Box  280,  New  York  18,  N.  Y. 


MO  VI 
REVIEWS 


by  Jonathan  kilbourn 


picture  of  the  month 


Ray  Bolger  and  Doris  Day  sing  and  dance  their  way  into  each  other's  hearts  on  the  way  to  Paris. 


APRIL  IN  PARIS 

■  A  gay  and  original  story  idea,  just  the  right  light  touch  in  the  direction  and  the 
lightning  feet  and  lanky  frame  of  Ray  Bolger  make  a  fine  prescription  for  a  movie 
musical.  Add  a  dash  of  Gallic  whimsey  in  the  person  of  Claude  Dauphin  and  a 
part  tailored  to  the  talents  of  Doris  Day,  and  you  have  just  what  the  play-doctor 
ordered:  an  offbeat  song-and-dance  show  that  seldom  takes  itself  seriously.  How 
could  it,  with  Bolger  playing  an  assistant  secretary  to  the  secretary  to  the  Under- 
secretary of  State?  The  story  gets  off  to  a  hilarious  start  when  Bolger  lovingly  plans 
an  international  festival  of  the  arts  in  Paris,  a  project  he  feels  sure  will  spread  the 
fame  of  the  U.  S.— and  the  name  of  Bolger— throughout  the  world.  But  he  makes 
one  frightful  error.  Misaddressing  a  letter  intended  to  invite  Ethel  Barrymore  to  be 
an  American  representative  at  the  fete,  he  sends  it  instead  to  one  Ethel  (Dynamite) 
Jackson,  a  Broadway  chorus  cutie  played  by  Miss  Day,  who  accepts.  There  is  a 
lot  of  explaining  to  do.  Dynamite  naturally  explodes  and  Bolger's  problems 
multiply.  Unexpectedly  the  selection  of  a  chorus  girl  to  represent  the  U.  S.  in 
Paris  is  hailed  by  press  and  public  alike  as  a  stroke  of  sheer  genius.  But  now 
Dynamite  is  adamant  in  her  refusal  to  go,  and  all  Bolger's  powers  of  persuasion 
are  called  upon  in  his  efforts  to  make  her  board  the  ship.  She  falls  for  his  sales 
talk,  and  he  falls  for  her.  The  rest  of  the  action  takes  place  mostly  on  shipboard 
and  features  some  comical  contrasts  between  the  entertainer's  honesty  and  the 
State  Department  staff's  stuffiness.  In  addition,  there  is  a  spur-of-the-moment,  mid- 
night marriage  for  Doris  and  Ray,  but  unbeknownst  to  them  it  is,  not  binding  (a 
thieving  busboy,  stealing  liguor  from  the  captain's  cabin,  assumes  the  letter's 
identity  and  pretends  to  perform  the  ceremony).  From  here  on  in,  ApriJ  in  Paris 
substitutes  farce  for  satire  and  loses  some  of  its  champagne  sparkle,  though  by 
no  means  all  of  its  punch.  The  sophisticated  effect  grows  thin  at  the  finish,  but  to 
the  end  the  film  is  good  fun  and  the  singing  and  dancing  top-notch.— Warners 

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I  soothed 
my  husband 
with 

sandpaper !" 


"Nobody 'd  ever  call  Paul 
Douglas  a  meek  husband," 
Jan  Sterling  explains,  "and  he 
was  pretty  irate  at  the  'junk' 
I  picked  up  at  auctions . . .  that 
is,  until  I  showed  him  how 
lovely  it  was  underneath. 


"Then  he  admitted [all  the  sanding  and  scraping  was  worth  while.  But,  oh,  what  it  did  to 
my  hands!  And  what  a  relief  it  was  afterwards  to  smooth  on  soothing  Jergens  Lotion! 


"We  worked  like  beavers  getting  set- 
tled and  unpacking  barrels  filled  with 
scratchy  excelsior.  Again  I  blessed 
Jergens.  It  works  so  fast!  See  for 
yourself  why:  Smooth  one  hand  with 
quickly  absorbed  Jergens  . . . 


'Apply  ordinary  lotion  or 
cream  to  the  other.  Wet  them. 
Water  won't  'bead'  on  the  hand 
smoothed  with  Jergens  Lotion 
as  it  will  with  an  oily  care. 


"My  hands  are  always  smooth 
and  soft  for  close-ups  with  my 
favorite  leading  man."  No 
wonder  Jergens  Lotion  is  pre- 
ferred by  screen  stars  7  to  1! 


Use  Jergens  Lotion  to  keep 
your  hands  lovely,  too.  See  why 
it's  the  hand  care  used  by  more 
women  than  any  other  in  the 
world.  104  to  $1.00,  plus  tax. 


Remember  JERGENS  LOTION . . .  because  you  care  for  your  hands! 


IS 


ANDROCLES  AND  THE  LION 

Although  the  story  is  about  a  group  of 
Christian  martyrs-to-be  in  the  time  of  Caesar, 
Androcles  And  The  Lion  is  one  of  George 
Bernard  Shaw's  gentlest  jests.  There  is  a  lot 
of  bite  to  some  of  its  lines  but  little  to  its 
lion.  The  real  violence  is  all  off  stage.  Shaw 
purposely  bypasses  the  legitimately  tragic 
scenes  the  period  would  permit  him,  for  his 
purpose  is  high  comedy  rather  than  historical 
drama,  and  the  ultimate,  rather  than  the  his- 
torical truth.     Androcles   (Alan  Young),  a 
devoutly  Christian  tailor,  flees  to  the  hills 
from  Rome  to  avoid  being  sacrificed  in  the 
Colosseum.  Androcles'  flight  is  hardly  escape, 
for  his  ever-nagging  wife  is  with  him.  But 
real  freedom  comes  when  Androcles  meets  a 
moaning  lion  and  removes  a  thorn  from  the 
paw  of  the  thankful  beast— an  animal  he  is 
fated  to  meet  again.    Fear  frustrating  her 
wifely  disapproval,  the  wife  disappears.  That 
means  that  Androcles  can  be  captured  quietly 
by  Roman  soldiers  who  have  been  searching 
for  him  and  rest  secure  in  the  Christian  com- 
radeship of  his  fellow  runaways.   This  little 
irony  helps  to  set  the  scene:  a  group  of  psalm- 
singing  martyrs  on  their  way  to  death  in 
the  arena  at  Rome.   One  of  Androcles  new- 
found friends  is  Ferrovius  (Robert  Newton), 
an  ill-tempered  giant  who  has  discovered 
peace  in  abstinence  from  violence,  and  who 
tests  his  self-restraint  by  almost  breaking 
people's  backs.    Another  is  Lavinia  (Jean 
Simmons),  a  lovely,  lonely  aristocrat  who  has 
found  in  simple-hearted  faith  an  answer  to 
all  her  doubts  and  fears.   She  tests  herself 
by  almost  breaking  a  Roman  captain's  heart. 
The  captain  (Victor  Mature)  loves  Lavinia 
and  argues  with  her  philosophically  but  al- 
ways seems  to  know  he  cannot  win.  And  so 
it  goes:  Nobody  can  win  but  Shaw  himself 
and,  in  this  particular  example  of  his  whim- 
sey,  the  most  docilely  humble  of  human  crea- 
tures. All  this  is  Shaw  in  his  most  deliciously 
playful  mood,  but  Androcles  demands  deli- 
cately balanced  screen  adapting,  playing  and 
direction.  The  film  version  is  sorely  lacking 
in  these  elements.  Some  of  Shaw's  best  lines 
have  been  cut,  truncated  or  completely  re- 
shaped.   Thus  Shaw  leads  up  to  his  points 
but  is  never  allowed  really  to  make  them. 
Worse  still,  the  actors  make  points  the  play- 
wright surely  never  had  in  mind.  In  styles  of 
acting  they  run  the  gamut  from  Young's  very 
quiet,  very  American  kind  of  comedy  (so 
effectively  shy  but  not  sly  enough  for  Shaw) 
to  Evans'  very  posturing,  very  British  way  of 
throwing  away  some  of  Shaw's  best  lines.  In 
between— and  much  more  effective— are  the 
sweet  but  sharp  delivery  of  Miss  Simmons 
and  the  romantic  but  mettlesome  portrayal 
of  Mature.   But  only  Alan  Mowbray  really 
makes  the  most  of  his  role.    Playing  one  of 
those  Shavian  commentators  that  actors  de- 
16  light  in.  he  limns  a  memorable  man:  half 


happy  in  his  lines,  half  cynical  Shaw,  derid- 
ing them. 

Cast:  Jean  Simmons,  Victor  Mature,  Robert 
Newton,  Alan  Young,  Maurice  Evans,  Alan 
Mowbray. — RKO. 

MILLION  DOLLAR  MERMAID 

Esther  Williams  was  born  to  play  Annette 
Kellerman.  the  famed  Australian  swimmer 
and  feminist,  and  finally  she  has.  In  justice 
to  Miss  Kellerman,  however,  it  is  necessary 
to  point  out  that  this  film  biography  doesn't 
quite  fill  the  bill.  This  is  not  Miss  Williams' 
fault.  No  performer  and  part  were  ever  better 
fitted  for  one  another,  for  Annette  was  the 
Esther  of  her  day,  and  the  latter  fills  the  role 
as  well  as  the  former's  famous  one-piece  bath- 
ing suit.  But  Annette's  story  was  one  of  fight. 


fight,  figb^fcr  her  rights,  and  in  the  present 
script  no  ffuman  being  emerges  from  her 
suit  to  justify  this  attitude.    Except  in  the 
picture's  opening  sequence  (in  which  Donna 
Cocoran  effectively  acts  the  role  of  the  10- 
year-old  Annette,  whose  emaciated  legs  are 
encased  in  iron  braces  but  whose  spirit  soars 
above  them),  the  swimmer  is  shown  as  a 
gentlewoman  of  charm,  breeding  and  retir- 
ing nature,  not  the  girl  from  Down  Under  with 
iron  determination.  According  to  Million  Dollar 
Mermaid,  financial  troubles  cause  the  Keller- 
man family,  consisting  of  Annette  and  her 
music-teacher   father   (Walter   Pidgeon),  to 
emigrate  to  England.  On  the  boat  they  meet 
a   smooth   promoter    (Victor   Mature),  who 
promises  them  the  sky.    When  things  don't 
work  out  for  them  in  the  old  country,  they 
have  to  ask  him  for  it.  He  tells  them  it's  in 
America.  There,  Annette's  single-piece  bath- 
ing costume  becomes  the  scandal  of  an  even- 
then  easily  scandalized  Boston.  But  notoriety 
skyrockets  her  to  fame  and  leaves  her  boy 
friend  far  behind.  Determined  to  make  good 
on   his   own,   he   disappears.    Rapidly  the 
screen  story  scans  the  Kellermans'  life:  She 
becomes  the  N.  Y.  Hippodrome's  biggest  hit. 
her  father  the  orchestra  conductor  there.  But 
always  there  is  the  pull  at  the  heart,  the 
thought  of  the  true  love  behind  all  those  pro- 
motion stunts.  So  Annette  seeks  her  man  out 
and  wins  him  back  when,  through  a  tragedy, 
her  high-water  days  are  ended.   Fans  may 
find  Million  Dollar  Mermaid  as  entertaining 
as  most  Esther  Williams  shows.   The  swim- 
ming and  diving  are  phenomenal,  the  film  is 
photographically  fine.    Since  this  is.   in  a 
sense,  however,  Esther  Williams'  story  as  well 
as  Miss  Kellerman's,  it's  sad  that  it  doesn't 
have  more  point,  more  portraiture.    In  its 
screening,  the  power  behind  the  Australian 
crawl  has  been  lost. 

Cast:  Esther  Williams,  Victor  Mature,  Walter 
Pidgeon.— MGM. 


THUNDER  IN  THE  EAST 

This  exotic  item  features  two  really  fine 
performances:    by    Charles    Boyer    as  the 
thoughtful.  Nehru-like  prime  minister  of  an 
Indian  border  state,  and  Deborah  Kerr,  as  a 
beautiful  blind  British  colonist.   Fewer  com- 
pliments can  be  paid  the  rest  of  the  cast,  and 
none  the  story.  It  tells  how  Alan  Ladd,  as  a 
brash  American  munitions  runner,  arrives  at 
the    tiny   mountain   principality,    his  plane 
stocked  with  guns  to  sell  to  the  government, 
which  is  threatened  by  a  horde  of  savage 
rebels  who  have  been  sacking  the  countryside. 
Ladd  finds,  however,  that  Boyer,  the  state's 
real   ruler   (its  weak,  wealthy  maharajah 
soon  flees  with  his  fortune),  is  an  advocate 
of  non-violence.    Boyer  impounds  his  guns. 
Infuriated,  Ladd  sees  how  he  can  make  a  few 
bucks  after  all.  He  proposes  to  fly  the  British 
colony  out  of  the  embattled  city,  but  at  a  price. 
Enraged  again  when  Miss  Kerr,  with  whom  he 
is  in  love,  accuses  him  of  trying  to  make 
money  out  of  others'  misery,  he  tries  to  take 
off  by  himself,  but  airfield  guards  shoot  his 
plane  down.  Escaping  from  the  flames,  Ladd 
makes  plans  anew  and  finally  arranges  for 
another  plane  to  arrive  from  Bombay  and 
take  all  the  women  away.  Miss  Kerr,  how- 
ever, won't  go,  and  at  the  final  moment  Ladd 
decides  he  would  rather  stay  and  die  by  her 
side  than  leave  her  to  her  fate.  In  the  final 
scene,  Boyer,  Ladd  and  Miss  Kerr,  together 
with  a  little  band  of  British  diehards,  attempt 
a  last-ditch  defense  of  the  palace  against  the 
encroaching  horde.   It  is  a  comment  on  the 
picture's  improbability  that  the  prime  minister, 
who  has  adhered  to  the  doctrine  of  non- 
violence all  his  life,  finally  takes  up  a  ma- 
chine-gun and  starts  shooting  at  his  insurgent 
subjects  with  it. 

Cast:  Charles  Boyer.  Deborah  Kerr,  Alan 
Ladd.  Corinne  Calvet.— Paramount. 

ABOVE  AND  BEYOND 

The  job  of  dropping  the  fateful  A-Bomb  on 
Hiroshima  was,  indeed,  "above  and  beyond" 
the  call  of  duty.  Beyond  and  before  this  fear- 
ful task  lay  another,  equally  shattering  to 
the  individuals  involved — one  of  long  and 
wearying  preparation  and  planning,  of  strin- 
gent training  and  military  security  necessarily 
so  tight  as  to  seem  almost  totalitarian.  It  is 
with  the  history  of  this  story-behind-the  story 
and  Col.  Paul  Tibbets,  the  man  who  com- 
manded the  top-secret  A-Bomb  unit,  that 
Above  And  Beyond  is  primarily  concerned. 
From  the  time  he  is  recalled  to  the  U.S.  from 
the  war  .in  North  Africa  to  embark  on  a  mys- 
terious mission.  Col.  Tibbets  (Robert  Taylor) 
finds  that  even  his  personal  life  is  no  longer 
his  own.  He  can  spend  only  a  half-hour  in 
the  Washington  airport  with  his  wife  (Elea- 
nor Parker)  before  setting  off  again,  for  Wich- 
ita and  the  beginning  of  "Operation  Silver- 


Which  of  these  skin  problems  spoils  your  appearance? 


How  you,  too,  can 


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Smooth  Noxzema  over  face  and  neck. 
Wring  out  a  cloth  in  warm  water  and 
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improvement  as  you  go  on  faithfully  using 
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At  drug  or  cosmetic  counters 


alluSeTampax 
ofcouise 

"Such  a  big  difference!" 

What  a  contrast  between 
Tampax  and  the  outside  kind 
of  sanitary  protection  you 
are  accustomed  to!  Tampax 
is  many  times  smaller  and  is 
worn  internally  and  therefore 
_  needs  no  belts,  pins  or  other 
supports  to  keep  it  in  place.  It's  perfect! 

"So  ingenious"  The  doctor 
who  invented  Tampax  cer- 
tainly gave  us  an  ingenious 
product.  Pure  surgical  cot- 
ton gives  reliable  absorption 
and  the  Tampax  comes  in 
slender  applicators  for  con- 
_  venient  insertion.  You  can't 
even  feel  the  Tampax  when  in  place.  (And 
disposal  is  so  easy.) 

"Daintiness  plus"  There's 
no  odor  with  Tampax  be- 
cause it's  worn  internally. 
And  if  you're  a  girl  who  is 
careful  about  her  silhouette 
(about  bulges  and  edge-lines 
.  "showing  through"  a  close- 
&  fitting  skirt  or  dress)  you'd 
better  investigate  Tampax  right  away. 

"Gives  me  confidence!" 

Wearing  Tampax  gives  me 
greater  confidence  than  I've 
ever  had,  socially  and  at  my 
job.  I  don't  feel  conspicuous 
on  "those  days."  I  know 
that  "nobody  knows"  .  .  . 
Sold  at  drug  and  notion 
counters  in  3  absorbencies  —  Regular, 
Super,  Junior.  Month's  supply  goes  into 
purse.  Tampax  Incorporated,  Palmer,  Mass. 


plate."  The  enormity  of  his  responsibility  is 
heavy  on  Tibbets'  shoulders,  and  he  works 
day  and  night,  a  lonely  man.  Even  when  his 
wife  at  last  is  allowed  to  join  him,  he  cannot 
tell  her  his  troubles.  This  unhappy  situation 
gradually  develops  into  marital  discord.  Mis- 
understanding his  stoic   suffering   for  pom- 
posity and  ambition,  his  wife  threatens  to 
leave  him.    Finally  Tibbets'  security  officer 
(James  Whitmore),  fearing  the  consequences 
of  Mrs.  Tibbets'  growing  hysteria,  tells  the 
colonel  to  force  her  to  leave.  This,  the  screen- 
play would  have  it,  is  the  somber  background 
from  which  Col.  Tibbets  went  forward  to 
pilot  a  B-29,  the  "Enola  Gay,"  through  the 
murky  mist  to  Japan  on  that  historical  day 
now   known   as    Hiroshima.    Much   of  the 
colonel's  personal  tragedy — the  frustration  of 
his  wife,  his  own  nightmares — seem  all  too 
real.    But  the  ring  of  the  whole  is  wrong. 
Sometimes,  more  often  than  the  picture  shows, 
there  must  have  been  for  the  chosen  colonel 
the  thrill  of  a  job  well  done,  the  tinkered- 
with  plane  that  turned  out  right,  the  well- 
drilled  crew  that  could  be  counted  on.  The 
exciting,  over-all  story  of  the  important  mis- 
sion is  neglected  as  the  film  focuses  on  the 
Tibbets'    increasing    marital    discord.  Thus 
Above  And  Beyond  becomes  a  depressing 
domestic  drama  rather  than  the  thrilling  docu- 
mentary it  could  have  been  about  this  inci- 
dent in  our  country's  history. 
Cast:  Robert  Taylor,  Eleanor  Parker,  James 
Whitmore.— MGM. 

MY  PAL  GUS 

The  common,  everyday  story  of  parents 
and  their  children  and  their  trouble  in  bring- 
ing one  another  up  is  practically  never 
touched  on  in  the  movies,  although  so  close 
to  all  moviegoers — in  fact,  to  most  of  the 
human  kind.  Because  it  tackles  these  prob- 
lems with  considerable  honesty  and,  initially 
at  least,  with  shocking  effect.  My  Pal  Gus 
is  an  unusual  film.  Richard  Widmark  is  the 
father — a  least  likely  nomination  for  this 
kind  of  role,  perhaps,  but  he  plays  it  with 
all  the  restrained  feeling  at  his  command. 
George  Winslow,  that  remarkable  youngster 
with  the  basso  voice,  is  his  unhappy  hellion 
of  a  kindergarten  son.  One  of  those  self- 
made  millionaires,  Widmark  is  willing  to  pay 
plenty  to  have  the  neurotic  kid,  whose  mother 
left  the  household  when  times  and  pay- 
checks were  bad,  put  on  the  right  track.  The 
progressive  school  of  lovely  Joanne  Dru 
seems  just  the  place,  but  the  trouble  is, 
neither  the  boy  nor  the  principal  will  cooper- 
ate. He  continues  to  raise  hell,  and  she  says 
his  father's  loving  presence  is  necessary  (her 


theory,  not  so  modern  after  all,  is  that  par- 
ents should  have  as  much  to  do  with  child- 
rearing  as  the  teachers).  This  brings  a  new 
parent-teacher  association  into  rapid — though 
convincing  being.    Widmark,  the  blustering 
man  of  business,  is  subconsciously  on  the 
make  for  marital  as  well  as  parental  happi- 
ness.   This   is   when   the   screenplay  goes 
astray.   Suddenly,  from  nowhere  except  the 
dens  where  big-time  operators  have  been 
keeping  her,  comes  Audrey  Totter,  as  the 
original  wife  and  mother.  Not  malevolent  but 
moneywise,  she  knows  a  good  thing  when 
she  sees  it  and,  when  her  former  husband 
refuses  to  pay  off,  sends  him  into  a  scandalous 
court  custody  fight  that  almost  ruins  him  and 
his  hopes.  None  of  this  is  overly  melodramatic 
or  unbelievable;  actually,  it  paints  a  memor- 
able portrait  of  that  pristine  American,  the 
self-made  man,  with  a  whim  of  iron,  the  kind 
of  man  who  fights  to  the  end  for  the  right, 
even  if  in  yielding  he  could  save  something 
more  important  to  him  than  face. 
Cast:  Richard  Widmark,  Joanne  Dru,  George 
Winslow,  Audrey  Totter. — 20th  Century-Fox. 

BABES  IN  BAGDAD 

The  magic  of  the  Arabian  nights  is  nowhere 
evident  in  this  tale  of  old  Bagdad.  Featuring 
as  complicated  a  story  as  was  ever  plotted  by 
a  team  of  tired  scriptwriters,  the  film  is  more 
often  off-color  than  colorful.  In  the  maze  of 
plots  and  counterplots,  it  is,  however,  possible 
to  find  one  novel  idea:  In  ancient  times  the 
son  (Richard  Ney)  of  a  Persian  caliph  fought 
for  equal  rights  for  women.  His  eye  caught 
by  fiery  Paulette  Goddard,  latest  houri  to  be 
added  to  the  harem  of  Bagdad's  Kadi  (John 
Boles),  Ney  plots  with  the  Kadi's  oldtime 
favorite,  a  fiery  type  too,  named  Gypsy  Rose 
Lee,  who  wants  to  hold  her  man.   Ney,  on 
the  other  hand,  wants  to  free  the  new  girl 
from  her  forthcoming  marriage  vows  so  she 
can  marry  him.  The  plans  that  Ney  and  his 
two  girl  friends  evolve  include  the  tortuous 
tunneling  of  a  secret  passageway  between  his 
villa  and  the  Kadi's  palace  by  a  band  of 
blind  men.    But  that's  nothing  to  what  fol- 
lows— fights,  festivities,  magic  potions  and 
even  a  water  ballet.    All  this  seems  so  to 
confuse  the  old  caliph  that  he  readily  admits 
his  son  is  right:  Women  can  prove  the  equal 
of  men,  so  Paulette  can  have  his  son,  the 
man  of  her  choice.    Practiced  showgirls  both, 
the  Misses  Goddard  and  Lee  play  their  parts 
with  all  the  dignity  of  the  stars  of  an  old- 
time  burlesque  revue.    And  in  this  show, 
that  is  as  it  should  be. 

Cast:  Paulette  Goddard,  Gypsy  Rose  Lee, 
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WHO'S  MAD  AT  WHOM: 

It  took  the  annual  Modern  Screen  party— a  big,  beautiful,  bustling  blowout  that 
proved  to  be  the  year's  best  brawl— to  bring  a  lot  of  things  out  into  the  open. 
F'rinstance— Arlene  Dahl  and  Fernando  Lamas  showed  up  on  one  of  their  first 
dates  .  .  .  But  Lana  Turner,  who  had  just  broken  up  with  Fernando  and  hadn't 
yet  gotten  around  to  dating  Arlene's  ex,  Lex  Barker,  got  the  'flu  and  couldn't  make 
the  party  .  .  .  Dale  Robertson  was  there  with  his  Jackie  at  the  very 
time  their  break-up  was  still  Page  One  news.  "Reckon  Jackie  and 
I  had  just  a  minor  misunderstanding,"  said  Dale.  "What's  all  the 
frettin'  and  stewin'  about?"  .  .  .  Marilyn  Monroe  catted,  "I've  loved 
seeing  Ginger  Rogers  in  movies  ever  since  I  was  a  little  girl!" 
.  .  .  Johnnie  Ray  crashed  the  party,  which  was  held  in  the  Beverly 
Hills  Hotel,  and  turned  out  to  be  a  regular  little  old  celebrity 
seeker.  Johnnie  was,  all  over  the  place  gawking  at  Arlene,  Dale, 
Marilyn,  Janie  Powell,  Aldo  Ray,  Ava  Gardner— you  name  'em  and 
Mine  Host,  Mr.  George  Delacorte,  had  'em  at  his  swellegant  shindig ! 
It  was  shortly  after  this  party  that  Ava,  Lana  and  Lana's  busi- 
ness manager,  Ben  Cole,  who  were  visiting  the  Sinatra  home  in 
Palm  Springs,  got  tossed  out  on  their  ears  by  Frankie.  Apparently 
he's  as  jealous  of  the  way  Ava  spends  her  time  away  from  him  as 
she  is  of  him  .  .  .  And,  when  you  stop  to  think  that  Ava's  mar- 
riages have  lasted  an  average  of  a  year  apiece,  mebbe  Frank  has 
reasons !  .  .  .  The  MGM  publicity  boys  were  the  happiest  in  town 
when  Marlon  Brando  checked  off  the  lot  after  finishing  Julius 
Caesar.  He  refused  to  talk  to  press.  But  who  knows— maybe 
the  day  will  come  when  the  lads  who  write  for  a  living  won't  be 

asking  questions  about  Marlon! 

Brando 

TIME  TABLES: 

Bouncing  Patricia  Anne  was  welcomed  five  weeks  prematurely 
by  Ronnie  and  Nancy  Reagan  .  .  .  Angela  Lansbury  and  Peter 
Shaw  expect  their  baby  about  May  1,  although  Pete  couldn't 
be  sure  about  the  exact  date  when  I  called  to  check.  Said  he,  "It  11 
probably  arrive  the  first  rainy  night  that  the  car  won't  start!" 

.  .  Jeff  Hunter  couldn't  get  back  to  his  ever-lovin'  Barbara 
Rush  and  the  hearthside  in  time  for  Christmas  because  Sailor  Of 
The  King  ran  into  all  sorts  of  production  delays  abroad.  Poor  Jeff 
hadn't  seen  his  child  since  it  was  a  week  old! 

Barbara  Stanwyck  and  Ralph  Meeker  broke  up,  whereupon  she 

started  seeing  young  Bobby  Wagner,  of  all  people,  and  Ralph 
resumed  with  an  old  flame,  Nina  Foch  .  .  .  They're  calling  Tab 
Hunter,  who'll  pose  for  a  beefcake  picture  at  the  pop  of  a  flash- 
bulb, "the  male  Marilyn  Monroe"  ...  As  a  matter  of  fact,  Tab, 
who  was  trying  to  ease  in  on  Joe  DiMaggio's  territory  and  date 
Marilyn,  finally  did  meet  her,  and  this  is  what  he  said:  "Believe  me 
when  I  say  this,  you're  the  only  girl  I  know  who  can  wear  Levis!" 
And  Marilyn  just  smiled  enigmatically  .  .  .  Clark  Gable  has  been 
doing  Italy  with  an  old  friend  of  his,  the  Countess  Dorothy 
DiFrasso  .  .  .  Geary  Steffen  ordered  a  pair  of  baby  .skis  for  the 
new  Powell-Steffen  image  a  month  before  the  child  arrived.  Geary 
believes  in  starting  'em  young. 


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LONG  HUNCH  DEP'T: 

Celeste  Holm  phoned,  very  upset,  to  say  that  gossip  columnists  who  have  linked 
her  romantically  with  Dr.  Peter  Lindstrom,  who  is,  as  you  all  know,  Bergman's 


Mitzi  Gaynor 


ex-husband,  are  doing  it  maliciously.  Ce- 
leste says  it's  a  plot  to  ruin  the  doctor's 
reputation  and  thus  get  daughter  Pia  away 
from  him  and  back  to  In- 
grid,  but  I've  got  a  strong 
notion  it  won't  work  .  .  . 
Funny,  isn't  it,  how  Ethel 
Barrymore  has  managed  to 
stay  at  the  top  of  her  pro- 
fession all  these  years  with- 
out sensational  publicity. 
But  the  younger  Barry- 
mores  can't  seem  to  become 
top    stars    even    with  it! 

.  .  Dick  Coyle,  his  romance 
with  Mitzi  Gaynor  broken  up,  has  started 
dating  a  new  gal— a  brunette  whose  name  I 
didn't  get — and  she's  much  nearer  Dick's  own 
age  than  Mitzi  .  .  .  Waitll  you  see  Jennifer 
Jones  in  Ruby  Gentry,  sliding  through  the 
mud.  It's  the  most  realistic  kind  of  acting 
we've  seen  since  Bette  Davis  used  to  make 
herself  look  so  ugly. 

Humphrey  Bogart  made  a  bet  of  $50  with 
his  agent,  Irving  Lazar,  that  Judy  Garland's 
baby  would  be  a  boy  .  .  .  You  won't  be  find- 
ing two  happier  people  than  the  newly-wed 
Joan  Fontaine  and  Collier  Young — even 
though  sister  Olivia  deHavilland  didn't  at- 
tend the  wedding !— once  Joan  realizes  her 
dream  of  regaining  custody  of  daughter 
Deborah.  Both  Collie  and  Joan  love  children, 
as  witness  the  fact  that  Collie  was  Godfather 
for  the  Ida  Lupino-Howard  Duff  baby, 
Bridget,  and  bought  the  infant's  christening 
gown  himself  in  Paris  .  .  .  Walter  deHavilland, 
the  85-year-old  father  of  Olivia  and  Joan,  was 
visiting  Olivia  in  Hollywood  on  his  first  visit 
here  at  the  very  moment  Joan  and  Collie 
were  getting  married.  Pop  wasn't  invited  to 
the  wedding  either  .  .  .  Just  as  Liz  Taylor 
was  expecting  her  baby,  spouse  Mike  Wilding 
got  knocked  off  the  payroll  at  MGM  for  turn- 
ing down  the  role  of  a  heel  in  Latin  Lovers, 
the  Turner-Montalban  starrer.  Can't  say  I 
blame  him — but  baby  does  need. shoes! 

HOLLYWOOD  HEARTBEATS: 

Death  always  seems  to  strike  in  three's  in 
Hollywood — as  witness  the  passing  of  Dixie 
Crosby,  Hattie  McDaniel  and  Pamela  Lang, 
all  within  a  few  days  of 
each  other  .  .  .  Saddest,  to 
me,  was  Dixie's  death,  be- 
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spring  and  invited  none  but 
their  oldest,  closest  friends? 
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gang  together  .  .  .  The  four  Crosby  boys 
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now  and  then  his  index  finger  came  up  out 
of  the  church-and-steeple  formed  by  his 
folded  hands  and  scratched  the  side  of  his 
nose  or  brushed  away  a  tear  .  .  .  The  fans 
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take  a  picture  of  the  family  alongside  the 
grave,  got  down  off  a  rock  on  which  he  was 
perching. 


Blyth 


STREET  ADDRESS. 
CITY  


ODDS  BODKINS: 

In  Hollywood,  where  movie  stars  are  a 
dime  a  dozen,  it  wasn't  surprising  that  nobody 
lined  up  along  the  line  of  march  for  the 
Junior   Chamber  of  Com- 
merce parade  in  which  Ann 
Blyth  sat  atop  the  back  seat 
of  the  first  open  car  in  the 
parade.  The  citizens  of  Hol- 
lywood are  just  too  blase — 
and,  watching  the  parade,  I 
couldn't  help  but  think  how 
the  fans  back  East  would 
have  rushed  at  this  oppor- 
tunity to  catch  a  closeup  of 
one  of  their  favorite  stars 
.  .  .  Did  you  know  that  June  Haver  still  wears 
her  wedding  ring,  after  all  these  years  of 
separation?  .  .  .  And  that  Errol  Flynn  still 
receives  more  fan  mail  than  any  other  star 
at    Warners— more    than    Gordon  MacRae, 
Gene  Nelson,  Steve  Cochran  or  any  of  the 
other  newcomers?  You  fans  are  REALLY 
loyal!  .  .  .  Lunching  with  Shelley  Winters  at 
Romanoff's,  I  learned  that  her  Vittorio  was 
insisting  that  their  baby  be  born  in  Rome 
and  not  Hollywood.  But  Shelley  was  hold- 
ing out  for  Hollywood!  .  .  .  Afterwards,  out 
in  front  of  Romanoff's,  we  ran  into  Cary 
Grant  and  Betsy  Drake,  and  I  introduced 
Shelley  to  them.  Said  she,  "Gosh,  after  all 
these  years  I  finally  get  to  meet  Cary  Grant, 
and  I'm  pregnant!"  .  .  .  And  Cary  gave  me 
this  definition  of  a  leading  man:  "An  actor 
lucky  enough  to  keep  his  hair  and  teeth." 

FUNNIES: 

Ginger  Rogers  and  Jacques  Bergerac  went 
to  the  Mocambo,  and  sitting  nearby  we  lis- 
tened to  them  talking  about 
everything  except  what  the 
columnists  say  they  talk 
about:  politics,  the  weather, 
economic  conditions  in 
France  and  Germany,  act- 
ing, and  life  in  general!  .  .  . 
And,  if  this  ISN'T  love,  the 
handsome  Bergerac  rates  an 
Oscar  for  giving  a  great  per- 
formance of  a  man  hope- 
lessly in  love!  .  .  .  Jane 
Russell  is  acting  as  agent  and  publicity  gal  for 
brothers  Wally  and  Jamie.  But,  as  an  observer 
points  out,  while  the  brothers  have  the  socko 
Russell  personality,  charm  and  good  looks, 
they  just  CAN'T  come  up  to  Jane's  measure- 
ments ! 

QUICK  QUOTES: 

Mike  Romanoff's  secret  of  success:  "My 
profound  mistrust  of  human  beings  has  stood 
me  in  good  stead  throughout  the  years"  .  .  . 
Once  upon  a  time  a  Beverly  Hills  hostess 
bragged  to  another  BH  hostess:  "Prince  Aly 
Khan  is  coming  to  stay  at  my  house!" 
Snapped  the  second:  "I  wouldn't  dream  of 
having  a  Mohammedan  in  my  house!"  .  .  . 
Somebody  asked  Tallulah  Bankhead  if  she 
thought  separate  beds  were  conducive  to  a 


happy  marriage.  "Separate  beds?"  boomed 
Bankhead.  "You  mean  separate  towns!" 
...  A  guy  named  Stanley  Balokowski  called 
me  and  giggled  that  he'd  like  to  marry 
Phyllis  Kirk  but— "I  don't  want  to  give  her 
a  bad  name!"  .  .  .  Barbara  Peyton,  who 
never  seems  to  be  able  to  stay  out  of  Page 
One  scandals,  tells  us:  "I'd  rather  live  in 
Hollywood  than  any  place  else  in  the  world 
but  I'm  treated  badly  here.  In  London  and 
on  the  Continent  they  treat  me  like  a  lady. 
And  I  am  a  lady!"  .  .  Sign  on  the  bulletin 
board  of  a  church  in  Hollywood:  "If  you 
have  troubles,  come  in  and  tell  us  about  them. 
If  not,  come  in  and  tell  us  how  you  do  it." 


Rogers 


Leigh 


SEX  APPEAL: 

Fans  who  attended  the  Steak  For  Connie 
preview  in  Westwood  were  wondering  just 
how  tight  Janet  Leigh  could  wear  her  clothes 
and  not  faint  dead  away  through  lack  of 
oxygen  .  .  .  There  are  those 
who  claim  that  Marilyn 
Monroe's  success  has  put 
the  nose  of  her  fellow  20th 
contractee,  Betty  Grable, 
out  of  joint — especially  after 
Marilyn  got  the  starring 
role  in  Gentlemen  Prefer 
Blondes  and  Betty  lost  it. 
But  it's  not  true.  Betty 
Grable  doesn't  have  a  jeal- 
ous bone  in  her  body  .  .  . 
Joan  Crawford  packed  SO  dresses  and  36  pairs 
of  shoes  into  her  trunk  for  a  weekend  visit 
in  Dallas  and  Fort  Worth,  but  stayed  for 
weeks  and  weeks  and  weeks!  It's  love,  kids! 

My  eyeballs  were  popping  out  of  their 
sockets  over  the  lowest-cut  dress  I've  ever 
seen  Marie  Wilson  wearing — till  she  came 
over  to  my  table  at  LaRue  and  explained,  "I 
sent  this  dress  to  the  cleaners  and  when  it 
came  back  I  couldn't  get  into  it"  .  .  .  Mike 
O'Shea  gave  Virginia  Mayo  a  black  lace  night- 
gown with  "I  Love  You"  embroidered  there- 
on. No  special  occasion.  He  says  he  just  loves 
the  gal. 

FINANCIAL  PAGE: 

Before  she  married  George  Sanders,  Zsa 
Zsa  Gabor  summed  up  a  certain  suitor  this 
way:  "But  how  could  I  be 
bored  by  him,  dolling,  when 
he's  worth  $2,000,000?"  ... 
Zsa  Zsa,  by  the  way,  went 
up  to  James  Mason  in  the 
MGM  commissary  and 
pouted,  "Your  wife  spends 
most  of  her  time  spreading 
vicious  stories  about  people 
and  I  wish  she  would  stop." 
And  James  snapped  back, 
"She  just  repeats  what  you 
tell  her!"  .  .  .  Peggy  Dow's  baby  will  get  a 
$1,000,000  trust  fund  from  its  fond  daddy, 
Walt  Helmerich  .  .  .  This  is  John  Wayne's 
deal  for  making  a  picture  at  Warners:  The 
-  studio  hands  him  $750,000  to  make  the  com- 
plete picture,  including  salary  for  himself, 
the  rest  of  the  cast  and  crew,  etc.  Then  after 
you  fans  have  forked  over  a  total  of  $750,000 
to  pay  for  the  actual  cost  of  the  picture  at 
the  boxoffice,  Warners  and  Wayne  split  the 
rest  of  the  money  taken  m  50/50.  Quite  a 
deal  for  a  star,  but  John's  just  the  biggest  in 
the  business  so  they  figure  he's  worth  it  .  .  . 
Irene  Dunne  isn't  doing  badly  either.  She  got 
$48,000  for  three  weeks'  work  in  television's 
Schlitz  Playhouse. 


Dow 


Hollywood 


continued 


HE  WENT  THATAWAY: 

If  Bob  Mitchum  isn't  hard  at  work  knock- 
ing off  the  paunch  he  displayed  so  lackadaisical- 
ly in  The  Lusty  Men,  he 
should  be!  The  fans  don't 
like  fat  heroes,  Bob  .  .  . 
Whip  Wilson,  once  a  big 
Western  star,  quit  the  movies 
and  is  now  in  the  steel  con- 
struction business  here  in 
Los  Angeles  ...  A  fan  wrote 
to  Guy  Madison  as  follows: 
"How  come  you've  given  up 
acting?  I  see  you  in  the 
Wild  Bill  Hickok  television 
shows — but  why  aren't  you 
more?"  Now  what  do  you  suppose  that  fan 
meant ? 


Mitch  u  m 
acting  any 


HOME  FIRES  BURNING: 

Monty  Clift's  brother  is  working  as  a  floor 
manager  for  NBC  .  .  .  Louis  B.  Mayer  tossed 
a  dinner  party  to  celebrate 
being  named  chairman  of 
the  board  of  the  new  Cine- 
rama company,  and  Janie 
Wyman  sang  and  sang  and 
sang  for  hours  for  the  guests 
and  her  new  bandleader  hus- 
band, Freddie  Karger.  But 
not  for  Louis  B.,  who  was 
having  trouble  with  his  teeth 
and  couldn't  come  down- 
stairs to  join  the  fun  .  .  . 
The  daily  papers  said  that  this  is  Jane's  sec- 
ond wedding.  Isn't  it  her  fourth?  .  .  . 


Clift 


SKIRMISHES  OF  THE  MONTH: 

Abigail  Adams  and  Georgie  Jessel  had  their 
umpteenth  fight  in  the  eight  years  they've 
been  dating.  After  neighbors  called  the  police, 
Abigail  told  me,  "Georgie  and  I  won't  split  up. 
We  couldn't  find  anyone  else  w  - 
who  could  put  up  with 
either  of  us,  so  we  HAVE  to 
stick  together !"  .  .  .  But 
while  Abigail  was  telling  me 
this,  Georgie  was  catching 
the  first  plane  for  New 
York!  .  .  .  Gene  Tierney 
threatened  to  smash  the 
camera  of  a  Paris  photogra- 
pher who  snapped  her  with 
Aly  Khan  .  .  .  And,  in  Hay  worth 
Salome,  Rita  Hayworth  never  does  get  to  lose 
that  seventh  veil.  At  the  critical  moment 
there's  an  interruption — the  head  of  John  the 
Baptist  arrives  on  a  plate! 

Nobody  thought  Bette  Davis  would  ever 
get  her  stage  musical,  Two's  Company,  on 
Broadway.  While  they  were  trying  it  out  on 
the  road  every  fight  she  had  with  other  cast 
members  was  reported  in  the  New  York  papers 
as  though  the  brawls  were  happening  right 
there  on  Broadway  .  .  .  Maria  Riva,  Mar- 
lene  Dietrich's  daughter,  turned  down  a 
chance  to  make  a  picture— "because  the  role 
in  that  picture  is  a  cheap  imitation  of  my 
mother"  .  .  .  Wanna  know  the  REAL  reason 
Mario  Lanza  didn't  want  to  make  The  Stu- 
dent Prince?  It  required  him  to  do  some  real 
acting,  for  a  change— starting  as  a  silly  play- 
boy prince  and  developing  into  a  noble  king 
— and  Mario  didn't  think  he  was  ready  for  it. 
He  was  just  plain  SCARED! 


If  he  asks  you  to  a  house  party  — 

□  Get  it  in  writing  [J  Go  as  his  guest 

All  your  gang's  going-  and  Tom's  heckling 
you  to  come  along.  Trouble  is  (maybe 
you're  new  in  town)  —you've  never  met 
the  hostess!  Appear  at  her  party  as  a 
"guest's  guest"?  Tain't  proper!  A  girl 
should  have  a  written  invitation.  On 
problem  days,  Kotex  invites  you  to  be 
comfortable  -  with  softness  that  holds  its 
shape.  You  know,  this  extra-absorbent  nap- 
kin's made  to  stay  soft  while  you  wear  it;  so 
you  stay  confident,  whatever  your  plans. 


Is  this  doodler  showing  signs  of  — 

□  The  Zodiac  □  Genius  ■  □  Warning 
"Ain't  he  had  no  fetchin'  up?"  -  this 
tablecloth  Michelangelo?  Bruising  good 
linen  doesn't  worry  him  a  bit.  Be  leery  of 
such  telltale  traits.  They're  a  warning 
sign:  show  he's  inconsiderate.  And  when 
you're  buying  sanitary  protection,  sidestep 
telltale  outlines—  with  Kotex.  Those  flat 
pressed  ends  show  no  sign  of  a  line!  Try 
all  3  absorbencies:  Regular,  Junior,  Super. 


Do  you  think  a  "fascia"  is  — 

O  A  lady  Fascist  Q  Fine  for  any  figure 

You  love  the  "dash"  a  fascia  gives  — but 
unless  you're  the  tall,  lean  type  this  broad 
draped  cummerbund  is  not  for  you.  To  flatter 
a  plumpish  midriff,  get  a  narrower  style; 
helps  boost  your  height,  if  you're  pint-sized. 
To  hoist  your  poise  (on  certain  days)  get  the 
extra  protection  Kotex  gives.  Remember,  that 
special  safety  center  helps  prevent  "accidents." 


More  women  choose  KOTEX* 
than  all  other  sanitary  napkins 


T.  M.  REG.  U.  S.  PAT.  OFF. 


How  to  prepare  for  "certain"  days? 

Circle  your  calendar       Q  Perk  up  your  wardrobe       Q  Buy  a  new  belt 

Before  "that"  time,  be  ready!  All  3  answers  can  help.  But  to  assure 
extra  comfort,  buy  a  new  Kotex  sanitary  belt.  Made  with  soft-stretch 
elastic -this  strong,  lightweight  sanitary  belt's  non-twisting  .  .  . 
non-curling.  Stays  flat  even  after  many  washings.  Dries  pronto!  So 
don't  wait:  buy  a  new  Kotex  belt  now.  Buy  two -for  a  change! 


modern  screen  in  the  news 


SEND  UP  THE  ROCKETS  .  .  .  RING  THE  BELLS.  THERE'S  A  NEW  BABY  AT  JANIE  POWELL'S  HOUSE.  •  BY  PAMELA  MORGAN 


■  The  shout  went  ringing  down  the  hospital  corridor— bounced 
back  as  an  echo  from  countless  doorways.  A  woman  awakened, 
looked  at  her  clock  with  the  luminous  dial.  It  was  just  20  minutes 
past  one  o'clock  in  the  morning.  She  smiled.  Moonlight  filtered 
into  the  hospital  room.  It  seemed  so  cozy  and  warm  in  her  neat 
white  bed.  She  yawned  sleepily.  Oh  yes,  what  was  that  noise  that 
had  disturbed  her?  Now  she  remembered.  The  same  thing  had 
happened  the  night  before.  Her  husband  had  also  been  excited 
when  he  had  been  told  he  was  a  father.  That  was  it.  The  noise 
she  had  heard  was  a  man's  voice,  proclaiming  the  arrival  of  another 
baby.  She  yawned  once  more.  She  was  completely  relaxed  and 
happy.   It  was  quiet  once  again.   She  fell  asleep  immediately. 

The  exultant  voice  belonged  to  a  proud  man — a  new  father.  It 
was  the  voice  of  Geary  Steffen,  whose  wife,  Jane  Powell,  had  just 
given  birth  to  a  baby  girl. 

Geary  put  his  hand  over  his  mouth  after  realizing  that  it  was  the 
wee  hours  of  the  morning  and  that  he  was  in  a  hospital.  Then  he 
laughed  at  himself  and  started  walking  more  sedately  down  the 
corridor  to  the  happy  people  waiting  for  him.  Thoughts  tumbled 
through  his  mind.  What  a  day  this  had  been!  He  stopped.  "Let 
me  taste  every  moment,  just  as  it  happened." 

It  began  quite  early  the  day  before — Thursday,  November  20, 
1952. 

Jane  Powell  awakened  at  7:00  A.  M.  A  (Continued  on  page  96) 


sweet  ami  hot 

r  *  \\,: 


by  ieonard  feather 
FROM  THE  MOVIES 

APRIL  IN  PARIS-Title  song  by  Doris  Day*  (Co 
lumbia);  Johnny  Desmond  (MGM) .  Gk\ 
Me  Your  Lips  by  Alan  Dean**  (MGM) 

EVERYTHING  I  HAVE  IS  YOURS-title  song  bv 
Bob  Eberly  (Capitol). 

IVANHOE  and  PLYMOUTH  ADVENTURE—  album 
from  sound  tracks*  (MGM). 
This  unusual  LP  brings  you  several  selec- 
tions from  each  picture,  with  Miklos  Rosza 
conducting  the  MGM  studio  orchestra 
and  chorus  in  his  own  compositions.* 
The  music  takes  in  a  variety  of  moods, 
with  the  love  themes  (such  as  Rebecca's 
Love  from  Ivanhoe)  generally  most  im- 
pressive. 

LILI— Hi- Lili,  Hi-Lo  by  Dinah  Shore*  (Victor). 
PETER  PAN    First  Star  To  Your  Right  and 

I  our  Mother  And  Mine  by  Doris  Day 

(Columbia ) . 

SOMEBODY  LOVES  ME— album     by    Betty  Hut- 
ton**  (Victor). 

Betty  (alias  Blossom  Seeley)  does  one  of 
her  better  jobs  on  this  collection  of  songs 
immortalized  by  vaudevillians  of  the  1920s. 
Even  the  titles  have  a  nostalgic  sound — 
like  That  Teasin  Rag  and  Toddling  The 
Todalo. 

STARS  AND  STRIPES  FOREVER — album  from  sound 
track  (MGM). 

The  John  Philip  Sousa  brand  of  music  was, 
of  course,'  appropriate  for  the  biographi- 
cal movie  based  on  the  life  of  this  famed 
march  composer.  Taken  away  from  the 
exciting  visual  settings  of  the  picture  it 
loses  something  of  its  charm  unless  you're 
a  rabid  march  fan,  and  I  don't  mean 
Fredric.  The  title  song,  and  Semper  Ft- 
delis,  Turkey  In  The  Straw,  El  Capitan 
et  al.  are  played  here  by  the  20th  Cen- 
tury-Fox studio  orchestra  and  choir,  ably 
conducted  by  Alfred  Newman. 

POPULAR 

HARRY  BELAFONTE — Shenandoah'*  (Victor). 

The  young  balladeer  who  found  fame, 
fortune  and  Hollywood  beckoning  him 
when  he  turned  to  folk-singing  does  ex- 
cellently with  this  number  and  the  cou- 
pling, Scarlet  Ribbons.  You'll  be  seeing 
his  first  movie,  See  Hozv  They  Run,  very 
soon. 

ROSEMARY  CLOONEY-//   /    Had   A  Penny' 

(Columbia) . 
PERRY  CO  MO    Don't  Let  The  Stars  Get  In 

Your  Eyes*  (Victor). 

JAZZ 

BUDDY  DE  FRANCO    King  of  The  Clarinet  al- 
bum* (MGM). 

BENNY  GOODMAN    1937-38  Jacc  Concert  No. 
£  (Columbia). 

The  two  greatest  clarinetists  of  jazz  in 
two  sets  of  exciting  performances:  Buddy's 
recorded  recently  in  a  studio;  Benny's 
broadcast  in  the  1930s  and  recently  made 
into  an  album  from  recordings  of  his 
radio  shows. 


"Soaping"duIIs  hair 
HALO  glorifies  it ! 


Yes,  "soaping"  your  hair 
with  even  finest  liquid  or  cream  shampoos 
hides  its  natural  lustre  with  dulling  soap  film. 

Halo-made  with  a  special  ingredient-contains  no 
soap  or  sticky  oils  to  dull  your  hair.  Halo  reveals 

shimmering  highlights  .  .  .  leaves  your  hair 
soft,  fragrant,  marvelously  manageable! 
No  special  rinsing  needed.  Halo  does 
not  dry  .  .  .  does  not  irritate! 

Halo  glorifies  your  hair 

with  your  very  first  shampoo/ 


Sandpaper  Hands  feel 
^in  IO  Seconds! 


Cashmere  Bouquet 


Absorbs  Like  A  Lotion  . . .  Softens  Like  A  Cream! 

Now— in  just  10  seconds!  .  .  ."Sandpaper  Hands"  are  smoothed 
and  softened  to  lovely  "Caressable  Hands"  with  lanolin-enriched 
Cashmere  Bouquet  Hand  Lotion!  Your  thirsty  skin  seems  to 
drink  up  Cashmere  Bouquet— it  dries  without  stickiness, 
leaves  your  hands  so  caressably  smoother,  softer,  younger- 
looking!  And  of  course,  they're  romantically  scented  with 
the  famous  Cashmere  Bouquet  "fragrance  men  love"!  ~^s^ 


NEW!  Cashmere  Bouqueh 
French  Ty^pe  Non-Smear  lipstick! 


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MOTION 


continued  from  page  4 


Lawford,  is  there  any  possibility  of  his 
marrying  Rocky  Cooper? 

— B.  B.,  Great  Neck,  N.Y. 

A.  No.  Rocky  Cooper  is  still  married 
to  Gary.  Lawford  asked  for  his  release. 

Q.  How  long  did  Jane  Wyman  go  with 
Freddie  Karger  before  they  were  mar- 
ried p  — c.  R.,  Danbury,  Conn. 

A.  They  had  half-a-dozen  dates. 

Q.  Did  Olivia  DeHavilland  pay  her 
husband  one-third  of  her  bank  balance 
before  he  agreed  to  a  divorce? 

— H.  G.,    Sea  Girt,  N.  J. 

AfNo,  but  there  was  a  settlement. 

<?.  Is  it  true  that  45 -year-old  Barbara 
Stanwyck  has  been  going  around  with 
23-year-old  Robert  Wagner? 

— L.  O.,  Salem,  Ore. 

A.  It's  true. 

Q.  What  is  Debra  Paget's  salary  at  this 
moment?     — D.  E.,  Glendale,  Calif. 

A.  $500  per  week. 

Q.  Was  Fernando  Lamas  ever  an  Ar- 
gentine gaucho?  —V.  H.,  Butte,  Mont. 

A.  No;  he  was  an  Argentine  radio  an- 
nouncer. 

Q.  Why  does  Sam  Goldwyn  suspend 
Farley  Granger  so  often? 

— S.  A.,  Durango,  Col. 

A.  Granger  declines  to  exploit  the  Gold- 
wyn product. 

Q.  How  old  is  Rita  Hay  worth?  Will 
she  marry  Dominguin,  the  Spanish  bull- 
fighter? — R.  L.,  Stevenson,  Ky. 

A.  Hay  worth  is  34;  has  no  intention  of 
marrying  Dominguin. 

Q.  I've  been  told  that  Gene  Kelly  and 
Jimmy  Stewart  are  the  two  Hollywood 
stars  who  refuse  to  employ  press  agents. 
Is  this  true?  —V.  N.,  Annapolis,  Md. 

A.  No. 

<?.  What  is  the  relationship  between 
Richard  Greene's  ex-wife,  Patricia  Me- 
dina, and  director  John  Farrow? 

— F.  Y.,  Bangor,  Me. 

A.  Good  friends.  , 

p.  Does  Lana  Turner  hope  to  marry 
again  after  her  sad  experience  with  men  ? 

— C.  R.,  Akron,  Ohio 

A.  Certainly. 

Q.  Will  Betty  Grable  divorce  Harry 
James  in  order  to  marry  jockey  Ralph 
Neves?         — P.  R-,  Providence,  R.I. 

A.  No. 


9-  I  m  always  reading  about  how  sick 
Can-  Grant  is.  What's  wrong  with  him, 
anyway?         —J.  U..  Corxixc,  N.  Y. 

A.  Grant  suffers  from  recurrent  attacks 
of  yellow  jaundice. 

9-  Is  it  true  that  Lena  Basquette,  who 
was  once  married  to  one  of  the  Warner 
Brothers,  is  reallv  Marge  Champion 's 
mother?  — T.  R..  Tuguxga,  Cal. 

A.  Marge  Champion  and  Lena  Bas- 
quette are  half-sisters. 

9-  Does  Anne  Baxter  reallv  like  to 
smoke  cigars  or  is  this  a  pu'blicitv  act 
she  puts  on? 

— C.  F.,  Sax  Axtoxio,  Tex. 

A.  Publicity. 

9-  Who  has  the  larger  bust  measure- 
ment, Jane  Russell  or  Marilyn  Monroe? 

 C.    W.,    XORFOLK,  Va. 

A.  Russell. 

9.  What  kept  Gregory  Peck  out  of 
World  War  II?— A.  D..  La  Jolla.  Cal. 

A.  A  bad  back. 

9-  Is  Spencer  Tracv  retiring  from 
movies?     — B.  C.  Milwaukee.  Wis. 

A.  In  another  two  years. 

9-  Are  Lana  Turner  and  producer  Joe 
Pasternak  dating  these  davs?  Doesn't 
Pasternak  send  Lana  one'  ro=e  each 
morning?      — H.  D.,  Daxvers.  Mass. 

A.  Pasternak  sends  a  rose,  but  he  and 
Lana  are  not  a  romantic  item. 

9-  Why  was  Mike  Wilding  suspended 
by  MGM  when  his  wife  is  pregnant? 

—0.  P..  Newark,  X.  J. 

A.  WMing    refused   a    role    in  Latin 
Lovers. 


9-  Is  Cornel  Wilde's  popularity  de- 
clining? Why  don't  we  see  him  in  more 
pictures?       — H.  H..  Harrisburg.  Pa. 

A.  You  soon  will.  There  are  big  plans 
afoot  for  him. 

9-  Is  June  Haver  still  planning  to  be- 
come a  nun,  or  has  she  found  a  new 
sweetheart?  — V.  Y.,  Troy,  X.  Y. 

A.  Has  a  new  sweetheart. 

9-  In  the  history  of  motion  pictures 
which  movie  has  earned  the  most 
money,  been  seen  by  the  most  people? 

— F.  J..  Joxesboro,  X.  C. 

A.  Gone  With  The  Wind;  it  has  grossed 
335,000,000;  been  seen  by  100,000,000. 

9-  Does  Lana  Turner  wear  caps  over 
her  teeth  when  making  a  movie? 

— G.  T.  Bostox,  Mass. 

A.  Yes. 

9-  What  is  Ray  Milland's  real  name 
and  why  does  he  shy  awav  from  posin<* 
with  his  family? — S.  A..  Rye,  X  Y  ° 

A.  Reginald  Tniscott-Jones.  A  Welsh- 
man, Milland  doesn't  particularly  like  to 
involve  his  family  in  what  he  considers 
purely  professional  exploitation. 


Beauty 

is  my  business 

says  stunning  cover  girl 
BUNNY  COOPER 


and 


SweetHeart 

is  my  Beauty  Soap 

Bunny  says:  "Making  my  living  as  a  model 
often  requires  that  I  pose  in  evening  goiais; 
that's  why  I  always  use  gentle  SiveetHeart 
Soap  for  my  baths  .  .  .  it  leaves  my  skin  soft 
and  smooth  all  over.  Andregular  SiveetHeart 
Care  really  helps  prevent  chapping!" 

9  out  of  10  leading  cover  girls 
use  SweetHeart  Soap 

Help  your  family  prevent  red.  chapped  skin! 
Get  SweetHeart,  in  the  big  bath  size,  for 
daily  baths— and  see:  just  one  week  after  you 
change  to  thorough  care,  with  SweetHeart, 
your  skin  looks  softer,  smoother,  all  over! 

Beauty  is  m\r  business,  too ! 

Dear  little  Susie  Galvin  is  a 
model  at  just  13  months. 
Her  mother  guards  her  ex- 
quisite skin  — she  uses  only 
pure,  mild  SweetHeart  for 
Susie's  daily  baths. 

Get  SweetHeart 

in  the  big 
bath  size  today! 
• 

The  Soap  that  AGREES  with  Your  Skin 


a  shorn  poo  that 


Picture  you  .  .  .  after  just  one  shampoo  .  .  .  with  hair  that 
shimmers  under  even  the  softest  light.  Picture  you  with  hair 
that's  silky  soft,  silky  smooth,  silky  bright! 

New  lightning  lather— milder  than  castile! 

This  silkening  magic  is  in  Drene's  new  lightning  lather!  No  other 
lather  is  so  thick,  yet  so  quick — even  in  hardest  water! 

Magic!  because  it  flashes  up  like  lightning,  because  it  rinses 
out  like  lightning,  because  it's  milder  than  castile!  Magic! 
because  this  new  formula  leaves  your  hair  bright  as  silk,  smooth 
as  silk,  soft  as  silk.  And  so  obedient. 

Just  try  this  new  Drene  with  its  lightning  lather  ...  its  new,  fresh 
fragrance  of  100  flowers.  You  have  a  new  experience  coming! 


New  Lightning  Lather— 

a  magic  new  formula  that  silkens  your  hair. 

Milder  than  castile  — 

so  mild  you  could  use  Drene  every  day! 


There's  been  a  lot  of 
printed  and  unprintable 
gossip  about  Rita  and 
Aly.  But  here's  the  absolutely 
last  word — by  someone 
who  should  know. 

Cinderella's 
tired 


■  It's  over.  Finished.  Kaput.  It's  the  End. 
Rita  Hayworth,  the  Beautiful  Movie  Star 
and  Aly  Khan,  the  handsome  trilhonaire  Mos- 
lem Prince.  No  more  weeping.  No  more  woo- 
ing. Just  cold  dollars  and  cents  to  seal  for  all 
time  the  Great  Romance.  Because  it  is  over. 
Even  Rita,  the  ever  hopeful,  knows  it  now. 
Aly  knew  it  before  she  went  over  that  last 
time  for  the  Big  Reconciliation  that  turned 
into  the  Big  Flop.  And  right  here  and  now 
I'm  putting  the  blame— not  on  Mame— but 
fairly  and  squarely  on  Aly.  Because  if  it  takes 
two  to  make  a  quarrel,  it  certainly  takes  two 
to  make  up.  And  Aly  was  asleep  at  the  switch 
when  he  should  have  been  awake  at  the  con- 
trols. Whether  it  was  deliberate  or  not  makes 
no  difference  now.  And  unless  there  is  an 
unforeseeable  last-second  change  of  mind,  Rita 
will  complete  the  long-pending  divorce  in 
Nevada  just  as  soon  as  Miss  Sadie  Thompson 
is  in  the  can  at  Columbia. 

Of  course,  they  never  should  have  tied  the 
knot  in  the  first  place.  (Continued  on  page  65) 


Just  one  of  those 
tilings,  they  said  about 
Fernanda's  love  for  Lana. 
Is  his  new  romance 
with  Arlene  so  hot 
it's  got  to  cool  down,  also? 

BY  IMOGENE  COLLINS 


Fernando  wanted  Lana  badly.  He  divorced  his 
wife  for  her,  made  no  secret  of  his  great  amour. 
But  now  they're  not  even  on  speaking  terms. 


I 

■ 

I 

■ 

I 


:>MHT 


1 


Arlene  Dahl's  the  girl  tor  him,  at  present.  Since 
the  Davies  party  they're  seldom  seen  apart.  But 
how  long  will  this  romance  last,  everyone's  asking. 


'■  There  are  some  actors  in  Holly-wood  whose  love-lives  resemble 
nothing  so  much  as  a  high-staked  relay  race. 

For  the  most  part,  these  are  emotionally  immature  men  who  date 
a  different  girl  each  night,  preferably  a  big-name  actress,  and  then 
revel  in  the  luxury  of  reading  about  themselves  in  the  gossip  columns 
next  morning. 

Occasionally,  however,  an  actor  comes  along  who  refuses  to  use 
women,  who  dedicates  himself  to  one  female  at  a  time  with  such 
intensity,  such  passion,  such  fidelity  and  concentration  that  he  is 
recognized  at  once  as  The  Great  Lover;  in  fact,  the  greatest 
lover  Hollywood  has  known  in  two  decades:  Fernando  Lamas. 

At  37,  tapering  and  tall,  wavy-haired  and  sensuous-looking, 
Fernando  is  completely,  tempestuously,  envelopingly  in  love  with 
Arlene  Dahl,  a  fragile,  willowy  stalk  of  auburn-tressed  loveliness 
who  is  tinder  that  will  touch  any  red-blooded  male  to  flame. 

Not  that  Senor  Lamas  has  bought  any  commercial  spot  an- 
nouncements on  radio  or  TV  to  advertise  his  new  love.  In  true 
Latin  tradition,  he  is  a  lover  who  retains  his  ardor  for  the  privacy 
of  the  boudoir.  But  he  tips  his  heart  so  easily.  His  feelings  are  so 
evident  in  his  single-minded  devotion  to  Arlene. 

Since  the  15th  of  October  last  he  has  dated  no  other  woman  but 
Dahl.  He  dines  with  her  each  night  after  work.  You  can  see  them 
in  such  picturesque  restaurants  as  Frascati's  or  the  Villanova,  in 
the  two  Hollywood  night  clubs,  Ciro's  (Continued  on  page  64) 


Bing,  his  head  bowed  with  grief,  leaves  the  Church  of 
the  Good  Shepherd  after  the  Requiem  Mass  for  Dixie.  His 
arm  is  around  his  youngest  son,  Lindsay.  Philip  is  at  the 
right,  while  Gary  and  Dennis  (not  pictured)  walk  behind. 


This  is  the  Palm  Springs  house  that  Dixie  Lee  Crosby 
yearned  for,  planned,  decorated,  and  furnished,  but  never 
lived  to  see.  Bing,  knowing  Dixie  was  doomed  to  die 
shortly,  went  ahead  with  plans  for  the  house 
nevertheless,  knowing  it  would  make  her  happy. 


By  Louella  Parsons 


Bing\ 

Crosby's 

Future 

Death  forced  on  Bing 
the  tragic  acceptance  of  life 
without  Dixie.  An  intimate 
friend  tells  how  he  is  learning 
to  face  the  future. 


■  Let's  get  this  question  out  of  the  way— right  away: 
There  Will  Be  No  Second  Marriage  for  Bing  Crosby. 
I  am  no  fortuneteller,  but  I  feel  I  can  say  from 
knowledge  based  on  a  long  friendship  and  what  I  believe  is 
a  real  understanding  of  one  of  the  best-known  least-known 
men  in  the  world,  that  he  can  never  accept  or  even  look  for 
a  substitute  for  the  great  love  Dixie  bore  him. 
It  wouldn't  be  good  enough. 

Yes,  I  know  that  whether  he  wishes  it  or  not  he  has 
fallen  heir  to  the  title  of  the  world's  most  eligible 
marriageable  man  since  the  Duke  of  Windsor  was  a  bachelor. 
And  he  will  be  pursued  and  lured  and  tempted 
by  the  most  beautiful  and  talented  women,  and  just 
hopeful  ones,  too,  wherever  he  goes. 

I  still  say  that  it  all  will  be  futile  and  that  Bing  will 
retire  into  a  man's  world  of  his  four  rapidly  growing  sons 
and  his  intimate,  closed  circle  of  men  friends  who  have  been 
for  years  his  inseparable  companions.  One  of  these  is  his  writer 
Bill  Morrow.  Another  is  his  songwriter,  Jimmy  Van  Heusen. 

Bing  is  a  man's  man— no  matter  how  many  women 
swoon  over  his  love  songs— and  already  there  are  strong 
indications  that  he  will  slip  more  and  more  deeply 
into  the  quiet,  easy,  retiring  solace  of  male  companionship 
particularly  involving  the  raising  of  his  sons. 

Now  that  Dixie  is  gone,  many  things  can  be  told 
which  could  not  be  revealed  while  she  still  clung  to  life— never 
knowing  that  she  was  the  victim  of  incurable  cancer. 

As  a  strong  indication  as  to  where  the  future  points, 
let  us  go  back  to  the  immediate  past,  to  just  a  few  hours 
following  an  operation  performed  on  Dixie  last  summer. 

The  scene  is  St.  John's  Hospital  and  two  men 
are  standing  apart  from  the  others  talking.  One  is  Dr.  Arnold 
Stevens,  the  fine  Los  Angeles  surgeon.  The  other  is  Bing. 

Stevens'  arm  is  around  Bing's  shoulder.  He  has 
just  told  him  that  Dixie  is  hopelessly  the  victim  of  cancer; 
that  even  he  and  his  consultants  (Continued  on  page  85) 


For  a  long  time,  Jane 
Wyman's  been  warbling 
and  Fred  Karger's  been 
a  music  man.  But 
Hollywood  never  suspected 
they'd  end  up  making 
beautiful  music  together. 


|6|  M 


■  A  great  many  movie  stars,  when  planning  to  be 

married,  have  bent  over  backward  to  keep  the  wedding 

plans  a  secret.  This  is  understandable,  in  view  of  the  fact  that 

their  average  days  have  the  privacy  of  life  in  a  zoo  cage, 
and  they  strive  to  keep  anything  so  personal  as  a  wedding 
free  of  the  press,  curiosity  seekers,  and  flashbulbs. 
Few  of  them  have  made  the  grade  so  effectively  as  Jane 
Wyman  in  her  recent  marriage  to  musician  Fred  Karger. 

So  tightly  was  the  secret  kept  that  four  days 
before  the  marriage  ceremony  studio  publicists,  unaware 
of  the  romance,  fluffed  an  opportunity  for  a  picture  of  Miss 
Wyman  and  Mr.  Karger  together.  Fred  Karger,  in  his 
position  as  musical  supervisor  at  Columbia  Studios, 
rehearses  those  stars  who  have  musical  routines  in  their 
pictures,  and  in  preparation  for  Great  While  It  Lasted,  had  been 
working  for  weeks  with  Miss  Wyman.  The  publicists  decided 
to  take  a  picture  of  Jane  standing  by  the  piano,  and  asked 
Mr.  Karger  to  turn  his  face  away  from  the  camera  so  that  they 
would  not  have  to  go  through  the  complication  of 
identifying  him  and  his  work  in  the  picture's 
caption.  Instead  of  feeling  miffed  about  the  incident, 
both  Jane  and  Fred  were  highly  amused,  because  it  was 
proof  positive  that  no  one  suspected  their  plans. 

The  romance  had  begun  only  a  few  weeks 
before,  when  Jane  reported  at  Columbia  for  Great  While  It 
Lasted.  It  turned  out,  from  the  beginning,  to  be  a  real  love  song 
for  Jane.  Five  years  had  gone  by  since  her  final  divorce 
decree  from  Ronald  Reagan,  and  during  that  time 
her  name  was  continually  coupled  with  assorted  men. 
Columnists  reported  that  she  was  in  love  again,  with  one 
man  after  another,  but  Jane  herself  denied  romantic  interest  with 
any  of  them.  Her  career  had  shot  to  new  heights,  and 
while  she  was  not  averse  to  the  idea  of  marrying  again,  there 
was  not  only  no  time  for  romance,  but  more  important, 
there  was  no  one  to  capture  her  heart  ...  no  one 
until  the  day  she  reported  for  rehearsal  and  began 
working  with,  and  getting  to  know,  Fred  Karger. 

A  skilled  musician,  Karger  comes  from  a  show  business 
family.  His  father,  now  deceased,  was  a  Director  General 
of  the  Metro  Picture  {Continued  on  page  93) 


35 


Roy  and  Dale  sit  for  an  informal  portrait  with  their  newly-enlarged  family.  Dusty  and  his  adopted  kid  brother  share  their  father's  lap;  Cheryl 


FULL  HOUSE- 
FULL  HEARTS 


"I'm  a  real  cowboy  now,"  grins  Sandy,  who  loves  to 
dress  in  full  Western  regalia,  just  like  Roy  and  Dusty. 
The   Rogers'  adopted  Sandy  practically  on  sight. 


36 


Roy  Rogers'  and  Dale  Evans' 
two  new  adopted  babies  have 
flooded  their  hearts, 
as  well  as  their  home, 
with  sunshine  and  love. 


D 


holds  Little  Doe  while  Dale  and  Linda  (back  to  camera)  watch. 


'  usty  Rogers  was  getting  a  little  worried  about 
things.  Here  it  was  his  sixth  birthday  at  last,  but  the 
day  of  days  was  slippng  fast  away  and  Daddy 
and  Mommy  still  weren't  home.  For  understandable 
reasons  and  certain  unforgotten  promises,  Dusty  gazed 
anxiously  at  the  setting  sun  in  one  direction  and  more 
anxiously  at  the  purple  mountains  in  the  other,  as  he 
pressed  his  nose' into  a  shapeless  bump  against  the  air- 
port gate.  Back  of  him  his  big  sisters,  Cheryl  and 
Linda,  stood  on  one  foot  and  then  the  other. 

But  at  last  the  sky  speck  appeared  and  grew  and  the 
loud  speaker  blared,  "Flight  Number  14  arriving  from 
Dallas,"  Dusty  clamped  his  fingers  on  the  wire  and 
tugged  excitedly  as  the  plane  swooped  down  like  a  big, 
silver  stork,  taxied  and  rolled  to  a  stop  He  was  shout- 
ing "Hey,  Dad— Hey!"  long  before  the  steps  were 
fastened  and  the  belly  door  swung  open.  Sure  enough, 
there  was  the  familiar  cream  colored  stetson  and  the 
round,  grinning  face  he  was  waiting  for.  Roy  Rogers 
waved  to  his  waiting  brood  and  ( Continued  on  page  58) 


S.nce  the  arrival  of  Sandy  and  Lttle  Doe,  life  .has  taken  on  new  meaning 
tor  Dale  and  Roy  The  two  newcomers  are  the  answer  to  their 
anguished  prayers  after  their  beloved  daughter,  Robin  Elizabeth  died 


With  a  roving  eye 
and  a  fickle  heart. 
Ulna's  no  shrinking 
violet  when  it  comes 
to  picking  the 
man  she  wants! 


Lana  takes  one  look 
at  a  man  .  .  .  and  he's 
hers!  But  she's  as 
quick  to  leave  him  flat 
as  she  is  to  pick  him 
up !  says  this  outstanding 
Hollywood  reporter. 


Lawjord  lost  his  heart 


and   Turhan   Bey,   his  waUet! 


WHAT  LANA 
DOES  TO  MEN 


he  married  Crane,  briefly  . 


but  even  Lamas  couldn't  keep  her! 


BY 

HEDDA 
HOPPER 


■  The  year  was  1947.  A  newspaper  headline  read: 
"Ty  Gives  Up  Lana  For  Fight  On  Reds."  A  wag  commented: 
"That'.s  logical  enough.  How  could  one  expect  a  guy  to  have 
enough  energy  to  fight  Communism  all  day  and  pay 
court  to  Lana  Turner  every  night?"  The  fellow  in  question 
was,  of  course,  Tyrone  Power.  Just  a  little  over 
three  months  before,  he  and  Lana  had  parted  lovers. 
They  had  tossed  a  tender  farewell  dinner  at  which 
the  goblets  bore  the  etchings  of  their  names  entwined 
with'  hearts  and  flowers.  With  dry-eyed  grief, 
Lana  had  gone  to  the  airport  to  see  her 
current  lover  fly  off  into  the  wild  blue  yonder 
on  another  "goodwill  tour"  of  Africa  and  Europe. 

There  were  plans  to  meet  in  Casablanca; 
but  they  never  came  off.  Ty  cabled  briefly  that  the 
rendezvous  was  impractical.  He  failed  to  explain 
that  he  had  met  a  bewitching  woman  in  Rome  named 
Linda  Christian.  When  he  returned  here,  he  expressed 
his  alarm  over  the  rising  tides  of  Communism  abroad 
and  admitted  that  his  romance  with  Lana  was  over. 
Hence  the  misleading  headline.  The  two  subjects  had 
nothing  to  do  with  each  other.  Frankly  I  was  among 
the  befooled.  I  had  known  Ty  since  his  youth,  and  his 
father  before  him.  He  (Continued  on  page  81) 


38 


"I  don't  give  a  hang 
what  a  writer  says 
about  me  ...  as 
long  as  it's  the  truth.' 
That's  Jane  Russell 
talking,  and  she 
means  what  she  says. 
Here's  the  proof. 


BY  JIM  HENAGHAN 


■  Dear  Jane: 

You  got  me  in  a  peck  of  trouble.  You  and  that 
smile  and  that  laugh.  The  trouble  with  you  is  that  you 
put  your  feet  up  on'  a  chair  and  whenever  anybody  asks 
you  a  straight-forward  question,  you  laugh  and 
give  them  a  straight-forward  answer.  Movie  stars  are 
not  supposed  to  do  this. 

I  was  sitting  up  in  the  Modern  Screen  Hollywood 
office  and  the  editor  was  pacing  up  and  down  chewing  his 
finger  nails  and  dripping  executive  ability  all  over  the 
rug.  Every  once  in  a  while  he  would  stop  and  look 
at  me  with  what  I  suspect  was  an  expression  of  loathing. 

"You've  got  to  get  on  the  ball,  Henaghan,"  he  kept 
saying.  'Younger  men  are  getting  into  this  business,  you 
know,  and  none  of  us  (meaning  me,  of  course) 
are  too  secure  these  days." 

"I  do  my  level  best,  sir,"  I  said.  "I  try  very  hard." 

"Sometimes  that's  not  enough,  old  man"  (meaning  me), 
he  said.  "Sometimes  we  have  to  extend  ourselves. 
Get  the  old  noodle  to  grinding." 

"I've  got  the  old  noodle  grinding  this  very  minute," 
I  said.  "I'm  right  on  the  old  ball  this  morning." 

"And  what  have  we  come  up  with  that 
will  please  our  readers?"  he  said. 

Well,  to  tell  you  the  truth,  Miss  Russell,  the  old  noodle 
was  grinding  all  right,  but  it  wasn't  coming  up  with 
anything,  if  you  please.  Then  I  (Continued  on  page  94) 


A  MODERN  SCREEN  EXCLUSIVE 


On  location  in  the  Fiji  Islands,  Burt  and 
Horst  Graff  suggested  Norma  pose  for 
"leg  art."  Here,  she  laughingly  obliges! 


Norma  loves  to  dance,  so  Burt  occasionally  twirled 
around  the  floor  with  her  while  they  were  on  Fiji. 
Norma  and  the  Icids  loved  "roughing  it"  on  location. 


Surrounded  by  bushy-haired  Fiji  Island- 
ers, extras  in  His  Majesty  O'Keeje, 
little  Jimmy  and  his  pop  strum  a  ukulele. 


Norma  and  Susabet  wear  authentic  mother-and- 
daughter  Island  costumes,  while  Billy  is  clad  Jarzan 
style.  Burt's  proud  of  his  handsome,  healthy  family. 


THE  LANCASTER  MARRIAGE 


NEVER  END.  IT  GETS  YOUNGER  AS  THEY  GROW  OLDER,  SAY  BURT  AND  WIFE  NORMA 


•    BY  RUTH  WATERBURY 


■  He's  tall  and  he's  moody  and  he  moves 
like  a  leopard — and  you  really  can't  un- 
derstand Burt  Lancaster  fully,  unless  you 
know  four  very  special  things  about  him.. 

The  names  of  those  four  extra  special 
things  are  Jimmy  and  Billy  and  Susan 
Elizabeth  and  Joanna  Lancaster,  all 
blond,  all  beautiful.  Jimmy's  just  six-and- 
a-half.  Joanna  won't  be  two  until  next 
July.  Billy  and  Susabet  are  neatly  spaced 
in  between.  Up  until  now  Burt  has  always 


refused  to  talk  about  them,  or  let  them 
be  photographed  for  publication.  His 
general  attitude  has  been  that  his  domes- 
tic life  was  one  thing,  his  career  another. 
He  never,  has  intended  to  let  anything  up- 
set either. 

Along  about  the  time  that  Burt  clicked 
big  in  his  first  picture,  The  Killers,  a  cer- 
tain glamor  girl  found  this  out  subtly,  as 
you  find  out  all  things  about  him.  You 
might  not  expect  that  a  big,  strong  guy 


who  has  been  a  professional  athlete  and 
circus  acrobat  would  be  subtle,  but  Burt 
is. 

Nobody  knew  him  when  Miss  Glamor- 
puss  took  out  after  him.  He'd  come  to 
Hollywood,  an  ex-G.I.  with  one  Broad- 
way flop  behind  him,  and  no  dough.  But 
even  then  he  had  those  broad  shoulders, 
slim  hips,  penetrating  eyes  and  the  habit 
he  still  has,  of  talking  like  crazy  about 
everything  under  (Continued  on  page  87) 


43 


screen's 
party ; , 

of  f 

the- 

year 


Mrs.  Lydia  Lamas  (Fernanda's  ex)  came  to  Mod-,  Fernando  showed  up  with  his  latest  flame, j 
ern  Screen's  ■  annual  popularity  poll  party  with  Arlene  Dahi,  in  tow.  La na  Turner,  for  whom  he  J, 
Ricardo  Montalban  and  his  wife,  Georgiana  Young.      divorced  his  wife,  didn  t  come  to  the  party.l, 


G.  T.  Delacorte  presents  a  beautiful  silver  tray  to 
fancy-steppers  Marge  and  Sower  Champion,  who 
were  dubbed    I952's  top  co-starring  discoveries. 


Modern  Screen  editor  Charles  Saxon  en 
trusted  Jeff  Hun+er's  award  to  Jeff's  wife 
Barbara  Rush.    Jeff  was  away  in  Europe 


Jane  Powell  beams  happily  as  she  accepts  the  silver  trophy  Mr.  Dela- 
corte hands  her  while  Geary  Steffan  and  Louella  Parsons  look  on. 
Jane  copped  the   "Most   Popular   Female   Star'    award   this  year. 


John  Wayne,  voted  the  "Most  Popular  Male  Star"  of  1952  by  Mod- 
ern Screen  readers,  accepts  his  award  from  editor  Saxon,  while 
Sheilah  Graham  gets  all 'ready  to  congratulate  the  bashful  winner. 


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Mrs.  Bryce  Holland  and  her  father,  Mod- 
ern Screen's  publisher,  George  T.  Deia- 
corte  greet  Jeanne  and   Paul  Brinkman. 


Mr.  and  Mrs.  R 
discuss  Dell's  new  R 
thousands  of  Dell's 


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book, 
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Dave  Irwin 
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displayed. 


Ju«    boo    at  th^      I        T  LS',3n?  /'  and  Mrs-  John  A9°r  ™*  ^ong  the  hundreds 

odeo  Room  of  V   R  ^  ut  u  °J  gU6f °$  W6re  Ce,este  Holm'  TonV  De^  Buddy 

<odeo  Room  of  the  Beverly  H.lls  Hotel.      Baer,  Jimmy  McHugh,  Sidney  Skolsky.  Edith  Gwynn. 


MODERN  SCREEN'S 
POPULARITY  AWARD 
WINNERS  FOR  1952 


THE  TOP  TEN 

JANE  POWELL 

Most  Popular  Female  Star 

JUNE  ALLYSON 
BETTY  GRABLE 
LANA  TURNER 
LIZ  TAYLOR 
AVA  GARDNER 
DORIS  DAY 
JANET  LEIGH 
RITA  HAYWORTH 
JANE  WYMAN 

SPECIAL  AWARDS 


.LANA  TURNER 

AH  Time  10-Year 
Popularity  Champion 

DEAN  MARTIN  AND 
JERRY  LEWIS 

Hollywood1!  All  Time 
Champion  Comedy  Team 


JOHN  WAYNE 

Mo  it  Popular  Male  Star 

DALE  ROBERTSON 
ALAN  LADD 
MARIO  LANZA 
CLARK  GABLE 
TONY  CURTIS 
BILL  HOLDEN 
JEPP  CHANDLER 
FARLEY  GRANGER 
GREGORY  PECK 


ALAN  LADD 

All  Time  10- Year 
Popularity  Champion 

MARGE  AND  GOWER 
CHAMPION 

1952's  Co-Starring 
Discoveries 


MOST  PROMISING  STARS  OF  1952 


ANNE  FRANCIS 
LESLIE  CARON 
DEBRA  PAGET 
MARILYN  MONROE 
URSULA  THIESS 


BOB  WAGNER 
JEFF  HUNTER 
ALDO  RAY 

CAR  LET  ON  CARPENTER 
FERNANDO  LAMAS 


HERFS  THE  PARTY  THAT  LASTS  ALL  YEAR-MODERN  SCREEN'S  TRIBUTE  TO  HOLLYWOOD'S  TOP  STARS 


»  "Having  a  baby  doesn't  guarantee  a  girl  that  shell  win 
Modern  Screen's  annual  popularity  award,  but  it  certainlv 
helps!" 

The  author  of  that  statement  is  Jane  Powell,  the  Holly- 
wood Glamor  Mother  of  the  Year.  Janie,  who  arrived  at 
our  elegant  shindig  at  the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel  in  an  off-the- 
shoulder  white  taffeta  maternity  evening  gown  with  jeweled 
unattached  collar,  had  this  to  add:  "Any  resemblance  be- 
tween my  statement  and  the  truth  is  strictly  not  coincidental, 
because  it  was  just  a  year  ago  that  I  watched  June  Allyson 
accept  her  award.  Filled  to  the  brim  with  envy,  I  asked, 
'How  did  you  manage  it?'  And  Junie,  who  was  expecting  at 
the  time,  retorted.  'Just  become  an  expectant  mother  and 
your  popularity  will  go  zooming.' 

"Well,  I  laughed  at  the  time,  but  that's  exactly  what 
happened!  And  it  goes  without  saying  that  winning  Modern- 
Screen's  beautiful  cup  is  the  high  point  of  my  career!" 


Janie  s  "bubbling  over"  established  the  exciting  keynote 
for  the  annual  awards  party.  Her  enthusiasm  seemed  to  light 
up  the  entire  Rodeo  Room  to  provide  a  fitting  entrance  for 
Mr.  John  Wayne,  her  co-winner  as  the  most  popular  male 
star  for  the  second  straight  year.  It  is  no  secret  that  John 
Wayne  seldom'  goes  to  parties.  Matter  of  fact,  he  shied  like 
a  wild  colt  when  the  editors  told  him  he'd  won  the  silver  cup. 

"Golly,"  he  exclaimed,  "does  that  mean  that  I  have  to 
go  and  have  speeches  made  at  me?" 

Assured  that  this  was  not  the  case;  that  anyone  making 
a  big  fat  speech  at  a  Modern  Screen  party  is  certain  to 
get  the  old  heave-ho,  "The  Duke"  arrived  early  and  stayed 
late,  towering  over  the  other  males  at  the  party  and  having 
the  time  of  his  life. 

When  Publisher  George  T.  Delacorte  presented  him  with 
his  award  over  a  nationwide  radio  broadcast,  John  spent  two- 
and-a-half  minutes  giving  credit  (Continued  on  page  67) 


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modern  screen's 
party  of  the  year 

continued 


1.  Publisher  George  T.  Ddacorte 
congratulates  Aldo  Ray  on  winning 
a  "most  promising  star"  award. 

2.  Ann  Blyth  came  to  the  party 
with  Palmer  Lee,  a  new  acting 
discovery.  A  new  romance,  also? 

3.  Diana  Lynn  and  John  Lindsay, 
who  recently  patched  up  their  serious 
rift,  came  to  the  party  together. 

4.  Denise  Daroel  and  Bryon  Palmer 
wouldn't  share  their  private  joke 
with  anyone.  Must've  been  very  funny. 

5.  Jean  MacDonald  (Peter  Law  ford's 
old  flame),  who's  now  an  MGM  press 
aide,  came  with  Bob  Eorton. 

6.  Charlton  Heston  {left)  ribs 
Paul  Douglas  while  Mrs.  Eeston 
and  Mrs.  Douglas  (lovely  Jan 
Sterling)  look  on. 

7 .  Katie  Robinson,  Modern-  Screens 
West  Coast  Editor,  chats  with 
Virginia  Gibson  and  her  escort. 

8.  Bob  Mitchum  and  George  Delacorte 
renew  acquaintance.  The\  met  at  last 
year's  Popularity  Poll  party. 

9.  Lucy  Knock,  who's  on  Red 
Skelton's  television  show,  and  her 
husband.  Lucy's  a  promising 
Modern  Screen  Golden  Key  girl. 

10.  Old-timer  Johnny  Mack  Brown, 
and  Rex  Allen,  both  top  cowboy 
stars,  say   hello   to  Piper  Laurie. 

11.  Modern  Screen  editor  Charles 
Saxon  and  award  winner  Bob  Wagner 
joke  with  Johnnie  Ray  about 

his  crashing  the  party. 

12.  Golden  Key  Girl  Joan  Taylor 
and  her  husband,  writer  Leonard 
Freeman.  Joan  resembles  Ava  Gardner. 

13.  David  Wayne  signs  the  guest 
book.  More  than  400  top  personalities 
signed  the  book  that  night. 

14.  Jane  Russell  came  alone 

to  the  party.  Here  she  signs 
the  guest  register  while  Chuck 
Saxon  steadies  the  book  for  her. 

15.  Pete  Lawford  and  Modern  Screes 
columnist  Mike  ConnoHy  plunk 
themselves  down  in  a  quiet  corner. 

16.  Mrs.  Bryce  Holland  and 
Marilyn  Monroe  find  another  quiet 
corner  for  a  girl-to-girl  talk. 

17.  Tony  and  Janet  sign  in,  with 
Patti  Lewis  sandwiched  between  them. 
Jerry  and  Dean  couldn't  come. 

18.  When  Jerry  and  Dean  got  back 
from  their  p.a.  tour,  Bill  Holden 
presented  them  with  their  awards. 

19.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Gene  Nelson, 
Marge  and-  Gower  Champion,  and 
Joyce  McKensie,  had  fun  at  the  party. 

20.  Ricardo  Montalban  shakes 
hands  with  Eileen  Christie's  husband. 
Eileen  is  another  Golden  Key  Girl. 


John   Wayne  and   Modern  Screen's 

Western  Manager,  Carl  Schroeder  go 
over  the  agenda  before  the  broadcast. 


Marilyn  Monroe,  chosen  as  one  of  1 953 
stars,  was  thrilled  with  the  loving  cup  (a  miniature  of  tL 
top  stars'  trophies)  George  Delacorte  presented  to  her. 


Jim  McCulla,  KMPC  radio 
commentator,  cues  Tony  Curtis 
and  Janet  Leigh  forradio spots. 


Columnist  Sheilah  Graham  congratulates  Dole  Robert- 
son on  his  award.  The  party  was  the  first  time  Dale  and 
his  wife  were  seen  in  public  since  their  reconciliation. 


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Betty  was  worried  before  opening  at  the  Pal- 
ladium. But  her  mother  was  there  to  make  light 
of   her  fears   and    cheer   her  on    as  usual. 


Singing,  dancing,  and  a  heart-stopping  finale 
on  the  trapeze  were  exhausting.  Betty,  only 
briefly  recovered  from  surgery,  collapsed  once. 


Dear  Mr.  Saxon: 

I  first  met  Betty  Hutton  back  in  her  dressing  room 
at  the  London  Palladium.  She  was  wringing  wet,  clutching  one 
of  the  many  bouquets  that  surrounded  her,  and  sobbing  with 
joy  and  relief.  She  looked  like  a  newly-crowned  Olympic 
swimming  champion,  even  to  the  traditional  terry-cloth 
bathrobe  and  damp  curly  locks  clinging  to  her  shiny  forehead. 

Calming  down  a  little  and  breathing  more  or  less  evenly  after 
the  "walking  out"  Charlie  O'Curran  had  just  given  her,  she  submitted 
to  a  rub  down  as  her  husband  muttered,  "Mustn't  let  my  filly 
catch  cold."  To  complete  the  sportslike  atmosphere  in  the  greasepaint 
scented  room,  he  draped  a  towel  over  her  head,  boxer  fashion. 

"This  sure  is  a  better  way  to  recuperate  fast," 
said  Betty,  "than  floppin'  down  on  the  floor  like  some 
dancer  as  soon  as  the  curtain's  down.  This  way 
you  get  your  wind  back  naturally.  Right,  Porkchop?" 

"I  said  so,  didn't  I?" 

"Then  that's  enough  for  me!"  and  Hutton 
popped"  up  to  hug  O'Curran. 

"Save  your  energy.  You're  on  again  in  an  hour  and  a  half." 
her  man  said  as  he  disentangled  himself. 

"What's  two  little  shows  {Continued  on  page  75) 


Catching  herself  in  a  mistake,  Betty  turns  to  husband  Charles  O'Cur- 
ran for  help,  comfort,  correction  and  advice.  Ever  since  their  marriage 
in  the  spring  of    1952,   he   has  been   her  coach   and  manager. 


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LE 


■flvdn  filly 


and  a  running-mate 


loesn t  sav 


a  walk. 


ELSER 


by  Marva  Peterson 


June,  Dick  Powell,  Pam  and  Ricky  at  home. 


June  and  Dick  are  a 
couple  of  hicks  who  live 
in  the  sticks  and  love  it! 
The  Powell  family's 
rambling  fieldstone  farmhouse 
is  something  they've  been 
yearning  for  a  long  time. 


June  Ally  son 
goes  Country 


■  In  the  Powell  household  this  was 

one  of  those  rare,  incredible,  delightful  days. 

June  Allyson  had  a  day  off  before  she  was  scheduled 
to  start  Remains  To  Be  Seen,  her  eighth  picture 
with  Van  Johnson.  Dick  Powell  had  just  finished 
what  he  considers  his  best  acting  role  in  films,  the  portrayal 
of  the  writer  in  The  Bad  And  The  Beautiful.  The 
children  were  nowhere  about,  and  the  afternoon  stretched  before 
June  and  Dick  like  some  glorious  private  holiday. 

After  lunch  they  strolled  around  their  Bel-Air  gardens. 
First  they  examined  the  peach  trees  Junie  had  planted 
three  years  ago.  Then  they  got  down  on  all 
fours  to  measure  the  bulb  sprouts.  From  time  to  time 
they  talked  busily  about  nothing  in  particular. 

Presently,  Dick  said,  "Where  are  the  kids,  darling?" 
He  never  can  keep  quite  up  to  date  on  Ricky 
and  Pam's  schedule.  (Continued  on  page  52) 


Ever  since  Dick  Powell  came  to  Hollywood,  he's  had  his  eye  on  this'    The  tRree  oak  tables  and  the  breakfront  fit  perfectly  into  the  new 


50 


A  room  with.n  a  room  is  this  fireplace  alcove.  Its  low-beamed  ceiling  is  scaled 
tor  family  enjoyment  The  half-way  point  in  a  tremendous  40-foot  living  room, 
when    ,ust   the    Powells    gather    on    the    hearth    it's    a    cozy,    intimate  place 


Modern  and  traditional  mix  happily  in  the  new  house 
asmodern  plate  glass  frames  an  old  Colonial  door. 


ie  roomy  farm  kitchen  is  the  sort  that  lingers  in  your  memory  as  the 
nd  Grandmother  had.  Its  brick  oven,  pine  cabinets,  and  beamed 
filing  will  provide  many  happy  memories  for  the  Powell  children. 


The  original  owners  installed  x,  $40,000  theater-sized 
proiection    booth    behind    this    living    room  wall. 


MORE  > 


June  Ally  son 
goes  Country 


continued 


Guests  roll  up -to  the  back  door  of  the 
Mandeville  Canyon  house  to  see  June 
and  Dick.  "Yoo-hoo.  Anybody  home?" 


"Hi,  there.  Grand  to  see  you.  Come  on  out 
back.  Got  my  chores  to  do,  but  I  can  always 
use  .a  hand,"  grins  cordial  Farmerette  Allyson 


"Look  at  me!  No  cops,  no  traffic  ...  no 
license."  But  she's  really  only  holding  the. 
wheel  till  Richard  the  tractor-man  comes. 


"Maybe  you  pull  it  instead."  Cute  as  a 
button  making  a  molehill  out  of  a  mountain, 
she'll  never  replace  the  old  fashioned  bulldozer. 


"First  you  mow  it  down  (above);  then      "Eggs-actly  the  way  I  ve  always  wanted  it, 
you  rake  "it  up  (below).  This  farm  work      sighs  happy  Mrs.  Powell,  who  has  a  home,  a 
just  never  stops  .  .  .  but,  gee,  it's  fun."      farm,  a  private  lake,  and  a  world  full  ot  love. 


"Taking  a  nap,"  Junie  answered. 
"Richard,  don't  you  think  this  poodle 
cut  of  mine  is  simply  awful?  I  didn't 
want  to  do  it,  you  know.  The  studio 
made  me,  for  this  picture.  Really, 
I  .  .  ." 

"Stop  worrying  about  your  old 
poodle  cut,"  Dick  joshed.  "Why  don't 
we  ride  around  a  little  and  look  at 
houses?" 

"I'd  love  to,"  Junie  said.  At  this 
point  house-hunting  had  become  a 
fascinating  new  interest  with  her.  She 
and  Dick  had  both  decided  that  they 
would  build  a  house  altogether  differ- 
ent than  the  Tudor  mansion  they  were 
currently  occupying. 

They  piled  into  June's  powder-blue 
Hillman  Minx,  Dick's  last  birthday 
present  to  her,  and  with  the  top 
down,  leisurely  drove  out  along  Sun- 
set Boulevard.  At  the  juncture  of 
Sunset  and  Mandeville  Canyon,  Dick 
turned  right,  up  past  the  homes  of 
Esther  Williams,  Don  DeFore,  Rich- 
ard Widmark,  Diana  Lynn  and  many 
of  the  other  film  celebrities  who  pre- 
fer the  quiet  rural  life. 

Junie  tossed  her  head  back  and 
breathed  a  whiff  of  canyon  air.  "Gosh! 
It  smells  good,  Richard." 

Richard  grinned  and  continued  driv- 
ing, humming  the  first  eight  bars  of  a 
tune  called,  "Wish  You  Were  Here." 
They  drove  for  several  miles  beyond 
the  last  house  in  the  canyon  before 
June  spoke  up.  "We  might  as  well 
turn  around  at  the  next  wide  place  in 
-the  road,"  she  said.  "I  don't  think 
there's  anything  beyond  this." 

"Let's  see  where  this  lane  leads," 
Dick  suggested,  turning  off  onto  a  side 
road.  Deftly  he  maneuvered  the  little 
car  between  a  couple  of  fence  posts 
and  up  a  steep,  winding  incline  to  the 
hills  above  the  canyon. 

Junie  was  impressed.  "Gosh!"  she 
muttered.  "What  a  view,  Richard!  A 
lake,  too !" 

And  sure  enough,  as  the  car  turned 
a  bend  in  the  road,  a  small  tree- 
fringed  lake  appeared  at  their  right. 
The  car  rattled  over  a  wooden  bridge, 
and  Dick  ,turned  off  the  ignition  in 
front  of  a  (Continued  on  page  62) 


m  ami 
d  long  im 


"Never  get  me  in  pictures,"  chuckled 
Rosemary  Clooney.  "I'm  an  Ugly  Duckling. 
But  Hollywood  had  other 
plans  for  the  heppest  chick  ever. 

BY  JIM  BURTON 


■  One  cheerless,  smog-stricken  morning 
about  a  year-and-a-half  ago,  a  giant  silver 
bird  (that's  what  travelogue  narrators  call 
an  air-liner)  settled  down  a  runway  at 
the  Los  Angeles  International  Airport  and 
lumbered  over  to  an  awkward  stop  before  one 
of  the  unloading  enclosures.  The  motors 
whimpered  to  a  stop,  steps  were  pushed 
to  the  side  of  the  plane,  the  doors  were 
opened  and  the  passengers,  quickly  emptied 
from  the  ship,  were  swallowed  up  by 
the  usual  crowd  that  welcomes  all 
public  carriers. 

Several  moments  later  a  lone  girl 
appeared  in  the  doorway  of  the  plane  and 
stepped  gingerly'  on  to  the  platform  at  the 
top  of  the  steps.  Her  eyelids  were  heavy 
with  recent  sleep.  Her  suit,  natty  in 
cut,  was  wrinkled  and  her  hat  seemed  to  be 
fiddling  with  the  idea  of  falling  off. 
She  wrinkled  her  nose  and  smelled  of  the 
fume-laden  air  and  her  brow  furrowed  into 
an  expression  that  seemed  to  cry: 
"How  did  we  wind  up  in  Pittsburgh?" 
She  squinted  her  eyes  and  surveyed  the 
charging  trucks  and  luggage  dollies  scuttling 
about  below  her,  and  she  swung  about 
from  right  to  left  checking  the  buildings  and 
flat,  barren  fields  that  flanked  the  runways. 

Her  expression  changed  to  one  that 
said:  "This  is  (Continued  on  page  91) 


Rosie  was  a  top-flight 
record    star    when    she  started 
The  Stars  Are  Singing. 


"She's  goner  than  I  am, 
and  I  went  two  years  ago,' 
says  Bob  Wagner 
about  Debbie  Reynolds. 
For  the  lowdown  on 
the  other  up-beats 
in  his  life,  read  on  .  .  . 

BY  JOHN  MAYNARD 


Bob  and  Debbie  Reynolds  used  to  be  snugger 
than  two  bugs  in  a  rug  .  .  .  but  no  more.  She  got 
mad  when  he  started  dating  Barbara  Stanwyck 


One  of  the  many  girls  Bob  dates  is 
Melinda  Markey,  Joan  Bennett's  daughter.  "But' 
he  says,  "I'm  in  no  hurry  to  get  married,  honest''1 


REAL  GONE 

AND  STRAIGHT  UP! 


■  There  were  three  of  us  at  lunch  in  the  20th  Century-Fox  commissary,  a  barn  of  a  place 
featuring  murals  having  to  do  with  the  motion  picture  industry.  The  other  two  were  a  publicist 
named  Julian  and  Robert  Wagner,  Fox's  22-year-old  mmderkind.  Wagner,  who  had  spent  the 
morning  vaulting  into  a  lifeboat  from  the  deck  of  a  reasonable  facsimile  of  the  ill-fated 
Titanic,  was  late  and  making  efforts  to  catch  up  on  the  scoffing.  In  the  Wagner  vocabulary 
somewhat  inflected  with  bop,  scoffing  is  eating.  ' 
"Look,"  he  said  to  the  waitress,  "may  I  see  the  executives'  menu?" 

She  handed  him  a  small  slip  with  four  entrees  listed  on  it;  no  more,  but  each  a  trifle  fancier 
than  what  was  being  offered  the  proletariat.  He  settled  for  corned  beef  and  cabbage 

"Some  days,"  he  said,  "that  menu's  real  gone.  They  got  real  crazy  items  on  it.  Shrimp  new- 
burg.  Lord,  I  hate  shrimp  newburg." 

"Bob,"  said  Julian,  "you  know  what  this  is  about?" 

"What  what's  about?" 

"This  story." 

"No.  What's  it  about?" 

"Your  romances.  The  girls  you  date.  Are  you  in  a  hurry  to  get  marred?  Stuff  like 
that."  Julian  tossed  it  off  as  if  I  weren't  holding  my  breath.  {Continued  on  page  89) 


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Hop  Wilding,  all  set 
to  learn  how  to  rock  baby 
to  sleep,  practices  his 
lap-holding  technique 
on  lovely  wife  Liz.  . 


■  High  above  the  hills  of  Beverly,  much  higher 
than  any  other  hill  in  the  area,  there  stands  a  house 
that  is  in  the  process  of  being  made  into  a  home.  It  is 
not  a  very  large  house,  although  it  rambles  about  a 
bit  and  therefore  takes  up  most  of  the  space  on 
the  small  mesa  on  which  it  stands.  In  the  main  living, 
quarters  there  is  a  combination  living  and  dining 
room,  sort  of  L-shaped,  that  at  this  time  is  furnished 
only  with  a  dining  table  and  a  curving  sofa 
beside  a  flagstone  fireplace.  Beyond  this  is  a  kitchen 
with  gleaming  white  new  equipment. 

Through  a  door  in  an  ash-panelled  wall  that 
runs  the  length  of  the  house  there  are  two  bedrooms 
and  two  baths.  One  of  the  bedrooms  is  occupied 
by  the  owners,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Michael  Wilding,  and 
it  is  furnished  with  a  huge,  low  bed,  a  pair  of 
dressers  and  a  television  set.  The  other  room  is 
empty,  except  for  a  large,  canopied  baby's  bed.  The 
walls  of  this  room  are  bright  yellow  and  the  floor 
is  as  yet  uncarpeted.  This  room  is  unoccupied 
at  the  moment,  but  it  is  about  this  chamber  that  the 
rest  of  the  house  is  being  planned,  for  it  is 
here  that  the  first  child  of  Michael  and  Elizabeth 
Wilding  will  spend  his  or  her  first  years. 

At  the  time  of  this  writing,  the  preparations  for 
the  coming  of  the  infant  are  lumbering  along.  From 
early  in  the  morning  until  the  sun  sinks  into  the  . 
sea  beyond  the  last  distant  mountain,  Michael  and 
Elizabeth 'putter  about  the  place  hanging  drapes, 
matching  wood,  stretching  carpet  and  coaxing  green 
things  into  life  on  the  grounds  outside.  And 
when  darkness  has  fallen  they  knock  off. 
Sometimes  they  just  collapse  and  have  their  dinner 
lounging  on  the  huge  bed  while  (Continued  on  page  74) 


is  for 
DADDY 


It's  as  simple  as 
ABC...  Liz,  the  prettiest 
mother,  and  Mike,  the 
handsomest  father,  of  the 
year  will  just  naturally 
have  the  cutest  haby  of  1953 

BY  ARTHUR  L.  CHARLES 


M  is  for  Mommy,  who's 
more  thrilled  over  her  first 
baby  than  over  any 
thing  that  ever  happened 
in  her  fairy-tale  life  before. 


full  house— full  hearts 


(Continued  from  page  37)  then  helped  a 
little  boy  down  the  steps,  a  boy  who  tot- 
tered uncomfortably  in  shiny  new  cowboy 
boots.  Hey — who  was  that  kid? 

Then  Dusty  saw  his  mom,  Dale  Evans, 
step  out.  She  too  waved  with  one  arm,  but 
in  the  other— Dusty  really  puckered  his 
brow — what  was  she  holding— a  baby? 
Dale  started  down  the  steps  carefully,  gin- 
gerly, as  if  she  were  carrying  the  most 
precious  package  in  all  the  world. 

"Okay,"  grunted  the  guard,  sliding  open 
the  gate.  In  a  sec  Dusty  Rogers  had  tackled 
his  Daddy's  skin  tight  pants  and  was 
shinnying  up  his  leg.  Roy  grabbed  him 
and  swung  him  up  with  one  arm — and 
with  the  other  hoisted  the  little  stranger 
on  his  shoulder,  too. 

"Told  you  we'd  be  home  for  your  birth- 
day," he  chuckled.  "And  here  we  are!" 

"Bring  me  a  present?"  Dusty  wanted  to 
know  pronto. 

"Sure  did,"  grinned  Roy  happily.  "Here's 
your  birthday  present,  Son.  A  brand  new 
brother!  Dusty,  this  is  Sandy.  He's  come 
to  our  house  to  stay." 

There  was  an  awkward  moment  of  si- 
lence as  the  two  tow-heads  sized  up  each 
other.  Then  Sandy  cracked  his  shy  face 
in  a  wide  grin..  He  stuck  out  a  small  hand 
tentatively.   "Hiyah,  podner!"  he  said. 

"Howdy,"  said  Dusty  slowly,  cocking  his 
thumbs.  "Reach  for  the  sky,  Stranger!" 

Roy  eased  his  two  boys  to  the  ground 
and  watched  them  race  away.  Then  he 
looked  across  at  Dale.  Already  her  precious 
bundle  was  the  center  of  a  loving  melee. 
"Our  baby!  Our  baby! —  Let  me  hold 
her!"  Linda  shrilled. 

"No — me,  me!   I'm  older.  I  know  how!" 
cried  Cheryl. 

"Careful,  careful,"  warned  their  mother. 
"She's  just  a  little  girl,  just  seven  months 
old.  Our  Little  Doe.  There,  gently 
now.  .  .  ." 

Roy  Rogers  caught  the  eyes  of  his  wife. 
They  were  full,  just  like  her  heart.  He  took 
her  hand  and  pressed  it  softly.  He  couldn't 
see  so  well  himself  just  then.  But  he 
cleared  his  throat  and  addressed  the  bob- 
bing, excited  heads  below  him — all  five  cf 
them.  "Git  along,  little  dogies,"  he  laughed. 
"We're  goin'  home  now.  And  we're  gonna 
have  the  best  birthday  party  there  ever 
was  tonight — with  all  the  ice  cream  and 
cake  everybody  can  eat!" 

Ordinarily,  you  wouldn't  associate  a 
blessed  event  with  an  airport.  But  that 
happy  Hollywood  homecoming  of  Roy  and 
Dale  Rogers  with  their  new  children, 
Sandy  and  Little  Doe,  on  an  afternoon 
last  fall  was  a  blessed  event  in  all  that  that 
overworked  phrase  implies.  For  Roy  and 
Dale  it  was  even  more  than  that.  It  was 
a  miracle,  because  only  six  weeks  before 
Roy  and  Dale  had  flown  away  from  that 
very  airport  with  hearts  heavy  enough  to 
weight  down  the  wings  of  the  DC-6.  They 
had  left  because  they  had  to  carry  on  in 
their  demanding  show  business  lives;  be- 
cause they  had  engagements  in  the  East 
that  couldn't  be  cancelled.  But  it  was  a 
heart-wrenching  take-off,  a  desolate,  pain- 
ful time  for  Roy  and  Dale  to  leave  their 
heme  and  children.  Only  a  few  days  be- 
fore, the  one  baby  of  their  marriage,  their 
little  girl,  Robin  Elizabeth,  had  sickened 
suddenly  and  died,  two  days  before  her 
second  birthday.  On  that  birthday,  they 
had  buried  her. 

Roy  and  Dale's  grief  was  no  less  consum- 
ing and  their  loss  no  less  poignant  because 
that  tragedy  had  long  threatened.  From 
her  birth  on  August  26,  1950,  little  Robin 
had  lived  in  the  shadow  of  the  dark  angel  s 
wings,  because  she  was  born  with  a  con- 


genital heart  defect  that  could  not  be  re- 
paired. 

Such  handicapped  babies,  Dale  Evans 
now  firmly  believes,  are  messengers  from 
God,  and  she  has  written  a  book  on  that 
theme,  in  little  Robin's  words,  reporting  to 
her  Maker  about  her  stay  on  earth  and 
His  message  which  she  delivered  to  the 
Rogers  family.  Although  she  had  written 
nothing  before  in  her  life,  it  came  in  easily 
flowing  text.  She  finished  it  in  three  weeks, 
even  while  travelling.  It's  called  "Angel 
Unawares"  from  the  text  of  Hebrews  13: 2 — 
"Be  not  forgetful  to  entertain  strangers; 
for  thereby  some  have  entertained  angels 
unawares.  .  .  ."  It  will  be  published  this 
Easter.  Dale  started  writing  it  the  day 
after  Robin  was  laid  to  rest. 

Roy  watched  the  girl  he  loves  anxiously 
in  the  days  after  little  Robin  was  laid 
to   rest.   He   saw   her   plunge  industri- 


I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

I  was  watching  I 
John  Derek  at  a 
personal  appear- 
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lobby.  Suddenly 
a    tiny   girl    with  ^ 
golden   curls  ran 

up  and  kissed  him  ^^rf^J^^B 

on  the  cheek. 

He  was  terribly 
surprised,  but  then  recovered  him- 
self, broke  into  a  wonderful  smile, 
and  taking  up  her  little  hand  he  kissed 
it  in  return. 

It  was  one  of  the  sweetest  gestures 
I've  ever  seen. 

Marie  J'oan  Grabias 
Philadelphia,  Pa. 


ously  into  tidying  up  the  house,  getting 
the  children's  clothes  ready  for  the 
approaching  school  term,  hovering  over 
them  and  doing  myriad  things  he 
knew  they  could  do  for  themselves.  He 
watched  her  sit  at  her  desk  and  write 
furiously  on  the  book  that  would  receive 
Robin's  message  and  send  it  on  to  those 
who  need  it,  to  other  handicapped  children 
and  to  sorrowing  parents.  He  knew  she 
was  seeking  release  for  her  own  pent  up 
sorrow,  and  while  those  things  were  indeed 
an  emotional  escape  hatch  he  knew  they 
were  not  enough.  He  put  his  arms  around 
her  one  day  in  the  week  after  Robin  died. 

"Honey,"  he  said,  "why  don't  we  get  that 
little  boy  we've  been  planning  to  get? 
Now's  the  time,  isn't  it?" 

Dale  knew  that  what  Roy  meant  was 
the  playmate  for  Dusty  they  had  planned 
for  over  a  year  to  adopt,  ever  since 
Dusty's  teacher  at  pre-school  had  pointed 
out  to  them  the  obvious  psychological  signs 
of  a  need.  Dusty  wasn't  getting  along  right 
with  the  other  boys.  He  was  acting  up  in 
telltale  ways  that  bespoke  female  domina- 
tion. "Dusty  needs  a  brother,"  she  sug- 
gested, and  both  Roy  and  Dale  agreed.  Roy 
remembered  his  own  lonely  boyhood  on 
the  farm  in  Duck  Run,  Ohio,  with  three 
sisters,  but  no  brother.  His  kids  come  first 
in  his  heart  as  they  do  Dale's,  and  have 
ever  since  she  married  widowed  Roy  and 
took  over  his  children  to  mother  in  a  warm, 
loving  way  that  makes  "step-mother"  a 
cold  and  inaccurate  word. 

SO  while  they  had  talked  about  the  family 
addition,  they  had  not  yet  discovered 
the  boy  they  wanted.  But  now,  in  her 
anguish,  Roy  mentioned  it.  Dale  shook  her 
head.  "No,"  she  said,  "nobody  can  take  the 
place  of  Robin."  Dale  thought  she  meant 
what  she  said  and  in  a  way  she  did.  No- 
body can  take  the  place  of  any  child  a 


mother  loses.  But  there  must  be  a  place 
for  that  thwarted  mother  love  to  find  a 
home.  Roy  knew  that,  but  he  didn't  press 
the  issue.  He  tried  another  tack. 

"Maybe,"  he  mentioned,  "you'd  kind  of 
like  to  see  your  own  folks  right  now." 

"Yes,"  Dale  said,  "I  would." 

"Fine!"  he  took  her  right  up.  "Well  leave 
right  away,  before  we're  due  at  the  Garden. 
We'll  go  by  Texas  and  see  your  mom  and 
dad,  then  on  to  Mississippi  and  visit  your 
brother.  Think  it'll  do  us  a  lot  of  good." 

So  they  were  aboard  the  plane  and 
neither  saying  much,  both  with  thoughts 
too  deep  for  words,  but  none  about  filling 
the  gap  in  their  family.  Planwise,  they 
were  as  up  in  the  air  as  the  droning  craft 
that  bore  them.  Then  suddenly  Dale  found 
herself  saying,  "I  wonder  if  that  little  In- 
dian girl  is  still  at  the  Home." 

"Bet  she  is,"  brightened  Roy. 

"She  was  so  cute,"  Dale  thought  out 
loud,  "so  full  of  life,  I  held  her.  And  she 
laughed.  She  seemed  to  like  me.  I  could 
feel  her  heart  beat  right  against  mine.  Her 
little  body  was  ivory  brown.  She  was  part 
Choctaw." 

"So'm  I,"  Roy  carried  the  ball.  "My  great- 
great-grandma  was  a  full-blooded  Choc- 
taw. Now,  that's  a  coincidence,  isn't  it?" 

"She  had  the  brightest  black  eyes,  but 
soft.  Like  a  little  doe's,"  Dale  went  on. 
"Little  Doe" — wouldn't  that  make  a  cute 
name?" 

"Little  Doe— yeah— Little  Doe  Rogers  . . ." 
Roy  gave  a  cautious  glance  at  his  wife. 

IT  was  just  last  spring  that  she  had 
visited  the  children's  adoption  home  in 
Dallas.  She  had  taken  Cheryl,  the  daugh- 
ter Roy  and  his  first  wife,  Arlene,  had 
adopted  from  there  12  years  before.  They 
visited  the  ward  for  babies  under  three 
months.  There  were  42  there,  she  remem- 
bered now,  thinking  back,  but  for  her  there 
had  been  just  one  star  of  the  group.  That 
was  this  little  Indian  baby,  a  dusky  little 
gem  with  hypnotic  attraction.  Her  bright 
eyes  flashed  like  black  diamonds,  and  she 
felt  them  following  her  around  the  room. 
When  she  looked  back  she  saw  the  tiny 
mite  raise  up  on  her  elbows  and  peer.  She 
heard  her  chortle  and  squeal  with  eager- 
ness, and  saw  her  bob  her  black  shock  of 
hair  up  and  down. 

"We  call  her  Mary,"  the  nurse  smiled. 
Dale  remembered  being  drawn  back  ir- 
resistibly time  and  again  to  that  crib  and 
that  entrancing  little  Indian  papoose.  The 
nurse  had  lifted  her  up  at  last  and  Dale 
had  reached  out  her  arms. 

"It's  against  the  rules  to  hold  them." 
"Pooh  to  the  rules!"  Dale  had  said.  And 
she'd  held  her,  very  close,  thinking,  at  the 
time,  of  her  own  little  girl  at  home. 

When  she  left  that  day  she  had  breathed, 
"Goodbye  little  Pocahontas.  Bye-bye  little 
deer."  The  eyes  followed  her  to  the  door, 
and  seemingly  for  a  long  time  past  it.  "I 
hope  she  finds  the  right  home,"  she'd  told 
the  nurse  earnestly.  "I'll  pray  that  little 
Mary  does."  And  she  had. 

All  this  Dale  Evans  recalled  as  she  sped 
toward  Texas,  and  all  of  it  seemed  to 
her  now  like  a  vision.  But  she  didn't  say 
anything  to  Roy  about  it,  not  then.  She 
wanted  to  be  sure;  she  didn't  want  to  ask 
for  disappointment.  She  couldn't  take  an- 
other disappointment,  riot  right  now. 

They  were  walking  up  the  stairs  of  the 
children's  adoption  home  together  when 
fear  clutched  her  breast  and  she  gripped 
Roy's  arm.  "Do  you  suppose  she's  still 
here?"  Dale  voiced  her  anxiety  out  loud. 
He  smiled,  because  he  knew  what  she  was 
after  then,  although  she  still  hadn't  told 
him.  "She's  here,"  he  said.  Roy  knew  she 
had  to  be  there.   And  she  was. 

"Yes,"  affirmed  the  receiving  nurse. 
"We've  still  got  Mary.  She's  had  all  her 
tests  and  she's  ready  to  go  out  for  adoption, 


any  minute  now."  Dale  quickened  her 
steps;  she  couldn't  walk  fast  enough.  She 
knew,  now,  that  it  was  the  hand  of  God 
which  had  guided  her  there — in  time. 

And  there  Mary  was,  the  little  doe,  with 
the  same  sparkling  black  eyes,  the  same 
hair  sticking  up  like  a  tiny,  feathered  war 
bonnet,  with  two  shiny  new  teeth  below, 
five  months  old  by  now  and  making  the 
crib  rattle.  When  she  spied  Dale,  she  gave 
out  a  shrill,  gurgling  cry.  "War  whoop," 
grinned  Roy. 

They  held  her  again,  both  of  them,  and 
she  almost  bounced  out  of  Roy's  arms  to 
the  floor.  She  was  life,  she,  was  resurrec- 
tion. "I  want  her,"  Dale  told  the  nurse 
suddenly.  "I  love  her.  I  need  her.  Can  I 
have  her?" 

"We'll  see  what  we  can  do,"  she  was 
promised,  "but,  of  course,  this  is  very  sud- 
den. .  .  .  The  superintendent's  away  on 
vacation.  We  couldn't  do  anything  about 
it  today.  And  you  say  you're  leaving  to- 
morrow. Why  don't  you  keep  in  touch 
with  us?" 

Then  followed  the  days  of  suspense. 
Roy  and  Dale  went  on  to  Jackson,  Missis- 
sippi to  visit  her  brother,  Hillman,  and  his 
family.  She  called  the  adoption  home  the 
night  they  got  in.  The  superintendent  was 
still  away.  "Please,"  Dale  begged,  "keep 
Mary  for  me.  I  asked  first."  She  wired  the 
same  plea  almost  every  night  from  New 
York. 

But  for  long  days  there  was  no  answer. 
And  in  those  days  Dale  felt  the  reins  on 
her  emotions  fraying  thin.  She  went  on  with 
the  shpw— the  rodeo  at  Madison  Square 
Garden,  even  though  each  night,  walking 
from  her  dressing  room  to  the  chutes,  she 
clenched  her  fists  until  her  nails  cut  the 
palms,  trying  to  control  herself.  The  trouble 
she  had  been  through  was  telling  on  her  at 
last;  she  felt  the  dam  was  about  to  burst. 

Then  one  night  the  phone  call  came  from 
the  Home.  "The  baby's  yours,"  the  super- 
intendent said.  "Won't  you  pick  her  up  on 
your  way  home  from  the  tour?" 

Dale  jumped  from  the  phone  and  landed 
m  Roy's  arms.  The  King  of  the  Cowboys 
let  out  a  "Ki-yippee"  that  pierced  Broad- 
way s  roar,  and  from  then  on  Dale  knew 
she  would  sleep  like  a  baby.  But  there 
was  another  sign  soon  to  come,  too.  In 
fact,  it  was  that  very  night  that  Roy,  in 
his  happiness  at  Dale's  recovery  and  the 
news  about  their  new  daughter,  came  out 
with  it:  "Now,"  he  said,  "let's  find  our 
boy,  too!" 

It  seemed  a  rash,  impossible  project.  But 
after  all,  to  find  a  new  girl  for  the  nursery 
that  little  Robin  had  left,  in  hardly  more 
than  a  month  after  she  went  away,  was 
some  kind  of  a  miracle.  Miracles,  they 
tnew  now,  could  happen.  The  first  already 
aad  and  before  many  days  had  passed  the 
second  arrived. 


walk  too  well.  "Can  you  bring  him  along 
too?"  asked  Roy. 

They  were  in  the  dressing  room  when 
Penny  was  rolled  in,  and  beside  her  wheel 
chair  walked  a  shy  little  tow-head,  under- 
sized in  body  but  with  oversized  blue  eyes 
and  a  double  measure  grin.  It  must  have 
been  an  overpowering  sight  for  the  two 
little  handicapped  waifs  to  see  Roy  Rogers 
there  in  full  cowboy  trappings,  butterfly 
boots  and  spurs,  holsters,  guns,  and  fancy 
Hollywood  rig— and  Dale  Evans  the  same. 
It  must  have  been  like  a  visitation  straight 
irom  fairyland.  But  the  little  guy,  dazzled 
as(  he  was,  didn't  lose  control. 
"Hiyah,  podner!"  he  said. 
Roy  grinned,  "Well,  I'll  be  doggcned— a 
real    cowhand!    Say— what's   my  horse's 
name,  know  that?" 
"Trigger,"  answered  Harry. 
Roy  lifted  the  frail  little  fellow  up  on 
his  knee,  chatted  with  him,  encouraging 
him.  To  most  people  little  Harry  wouldn't 
have  seemed  a  prize  personality  boy.  When 
Dale  took  off  his  shoes  and  had  him  rim 
around  the  room  in  his  stocking  feet  he 
was  awkward,  with  the  legs  that  had' got 
such  a  poor  start.  He  had  a  cold.  After 
his  first  greeting  he  didn't  talk  much— cat 
got  his  tongue.   He  wasn't  a  little  boy 
beautiful,  he  was  just  boy.  But  those  were 
the  very  things  that  lodged  him  in  Dale 
and  Roy  Rogers'  hearts. 
,(  "You  know,"  said  Roy,  after  they'd  left, 
that  little  guy  reminds  me  of  myself 
when  I  was  a  shy,  awkward  farm  kid,  too 
He  kind  of  gets  next  to  me." 

It  was  a  serious  decision  they  had 
to  make— and  a  fast  one.  They  would  be 
doubling  their  new  responsibility.  They 
already  had  their  new  baby  daughter  wait- 


p  was  in  Cincinnati,  the  last  city  of  their 
one  night  stands,  that  a  telephone  call 
•ame.  A  woman  who  kept  orphans  for  the 
aunty  was  on  the  wire  from  Covington, 
Kentucky,  across  the  Ohio  River.  Her  own 
laughter,  Penny,  a  little  girl  stricken  with 
erebral  palsy,  had  read  about  Roy's  ar- 
lval.  Television  was  about  Penny's  only 
un,  and  on  television  her  hero  was  Roy 
Sogers.  She  wondered  if  she  could  bring 
ier  over  to  meet  him.  It  would  mean  so 
luch. 

"I'll  say  you  can,"  Roy  assured  her. 
You  re  my  guests  at  the  show  today,  and 
iter  that  I'll  have  a  big  pow-wow  in  my 
ressing  room."  Then,  he  had  a  sudden 
ispiration.  "You  don't  happen  to  have  a 
ve-year-old  boy  at  your  place,  do  you?" 
e  asked. 

Yes,  she  answered,  she  did.  She  had 
Larry,  a  little  orphan  from  a  Kentucky 
um.  But  he  had  suffered  from  malnutri- 
on  as  a  baby,  he'd  had  rickets,  he  didn't 


June  Haver  has  been  In  the  movies 
for  seven  years,  yet  has  never 
been  seen  in  a  black-and-white  film. 
Eight  of  her  12  shows  have  been 
musicals. 

Life  Magazine 

ing  for  them  in  Dallas.  And  if  they  wanted 
this  little  undersized,  underprivileged  boy 
too,  they  would  have  to  make  up  their 
minds  that  night.  They  were  leaving  at  ten 
o  clock  in  the  morning.  . 

Roy  and  Dale  skipped  dinner.  They  went 
to  their  hotel  and  ordered  up  warm  milk, 
cheese  and  crackers.  They  talked  it  all 
over,  and  there  was  a  lot  to  talk  about. 
True,  there  was  much  they  didn't  know 
about  this  little  waif  on  such  short  ac- 
quaintance. But  still  there  was  enough 
After  all,  he  was  a  child  of  the  Lord,  just 
like  their  own.  If  he  had  needs,  they  would 
supply  them.  If  he  was  weak,  they  would 
make  him  strong.  That  would  be  the  joy 
of  it,  that  was  what  clinched  the  decision 
m  Roy's  mind.  It  was  past  midnight  when 
he  spoke  his  mind. 

"Let's  take  him.  Anybody  in  the  world 
would  take  a  strong,  healthy  boy.  But  if  we 
can  help  a  little  fellow  without  a  chance 
get  a  decent  start  in  life— then  we're  doing 
something  important.  I  just  wouldn't  feel 
right  now  about  going  on  and  leaving  him." 

It  was  one  o'clock  when  they  called  the 
welfare  officer  and  got  him  out  of  bed  to 
make  the  hurry-up  arrangements.  Next 
morning  at  eight  they  drove  across  the 
river  and— in  one  short  hour— had  com- 
pleted the  papers,  picked  up  Sandy— their 
new  name  for  him— rolled  back  and 
packed.  By  ten  they  were  off  on  their  bus 
and  Sandy  Rogers  was  so  excited  he 
couldn't  hold  the  lunch  he  ate,  was  sick  all 
the  miles  to  Muncie,  where  they  stopped 
the  night.  But  Sandy  said  he'd  make  up 
for  that,  "I  can  chop  weeds,"  he  told  Roy 
eagerly.  "I  can  feed  the  chickens.  I  can 
lock  the  gate  so  the  cow  won't  get  out  on 
your  ranch." 
"You're  hired,"  grinned  Roy.  "The  min- 


ute we  get  home  you  can  show  your  stuff." 

By  now  Sandy  and  Dodie  Rogers  are  as 
at  home  on  the  Bar-Double-R  as  if  they 
had  been  born  there.  By  now  "Mommy" 
and  "Dad"  come  as  easy  to  Sandy's  lips  as 
if  they'd  been  the  first  words  he  learned. 
By  now  Dusty  Rogers  has  taken  over  his 
kid  brother  and  revealed  the  wonders  of 
the  ranch.   They've  climbed  the  big  oak 
tree    played    Indians    in    the  cornfield, 
snitched  the  grapes,  figs  and  the  brown 
walnuts,  learned  the  names  of  all  the  coon 
hounds.  Because,  on  his  six  acres  of  San 
Fernando  soil,   Roy  Rogers  has  packed 
about  everything  that  a  real  ranch  should 
have,  and  it's  a  wonderland  for  a  boy 
especially  a  boy  who  has  a  brother  to  ex- 
plore it  with.  There  isn't  a  cow  to  keep 
inside  the  gate— but  there  are  sheep,  with 
new  lambs  to  pet,  and  chickens,  geese 
ducks,  17  dogs,  uncounted  cats  and  a  corral 
full  of  real  cow  horses.  Why,  even  "Trig- 
ger" comes  when  Sandy  calls  .him,  and  the 
day  his  dad,  Roy  Rogers,  lifted  him  right 
up  into  the  silvered  saddle— how  close  to 
Paradise  can  a  boy  get? 

Already  Sandy  has  sprouted  up  like  a 
junpspn  weed,  filled  out  and  toughened  up 
with  the  affection,  food  and  fun  in  his  new 
home.  Dale  took  him  to  her  pediatrician 
the  first  thing.  "Nothing  wrong  with  this 
boy  that  good  care  and  family  love  won't 
cure,  he  announced.  Well,  that  the  Rogers' 
have  m  abundance.  As  for  Little  Doe  the 
doc  pronounced  both  a  rave  and  a  warn- 

lngV  ,7°^U,pic£ed  a  real  Prize  time," 
he  told  Dale.  "But  don't  put  her  in  a  pic- 
ture. You  won't  have  a  chance  " 

Since  the  arrival  of  Sandy  and  Little 
Doe  whom  they  call  "Little  Princess"  most 
oi  the  time,  life  has  taken  on  a  new  mean- 
ingful tempo  for  Roy  and  Dale  with  a  hum 
that  unmistakably  announces  busy  happi- 
ness. I  always  wanted  at  least  five  chil- 
dren, says  Dale,  who  comes  from  a  small 
two-child  family  herself.  "And  now,  look 
—I  have  seven!"  When  Dale  counts  them, 
of  course,  she  counts  not  only  all  her  living 

r^Ju^  SOn'  Tom  Fox>  is  »  22),  but 
little  Robin,  too,  who  though  gone,  will  al- 
ways be  with  her  in  the  way,  she  is  now 
sure,  she  was  intended  to  be  from  the  start 
For  to  Roy  and  Dale  Rogers,  there  is  no 
essential  difference  between  heaven  and 
earth,  life  and  the  spirit-and  especially 
do  they  feel  this  way  since  their  sudden 
sadness  has  been  translated  into  sudden 
3  xy;L  •  ?F  rellgi°n  is  an  inseparable  part 
of  their  lives,  as  the  crowded  car  with  Roy 
at  the  wheel  and  the  four  Rogers  kids  be- 
hind him  rolling  off  to  Sunday  School  each 
week  plainly  reveals.  As  Roy  and  Dale's 
earnest  participation  in  the  Hollywood 
Christian  Group  also  testifies  and  as,  daily 
their  unselfish  actions  prove. 

But  it  is  not  entirely  for  the  future  good 
of  their  souls  that  Dale  and  Roy  Rogers 
want  their  house  to  ring  with  the  shouts 
and  happy.laughter  of  children.  Paradoxi- 
cally, there  is  a  selfish  reason,  too.  "Both 
Roy  and  I  have  found  that  we're  happiest 
when  we're  crowded  with  responsibilities," 
Dale  will  tell  you.  "We  don't  have  time  to 
think  of  ourselves  then,  and  people  who 
never  think  of  themselves  never  worry 
never  have  fears." 

In  Hollywood,  which  is  notably  ridden 
with  both  worries  and  fears,  Roy  and  Dale 
seem  to  have  found  the  best  prescription  for 
happiness — and  it's  an  open  prescription 
that  requires  no  doctor's  order  to  fill. 

But  to  use  it  successfully,  you  need  a 
heart  that  is  strong  in  faith  and  with  many 
welcoming  chambers.  There  are  houses  in 
Hollywood  far  greater  in  size  than  the  one 
which  Dale  and  Roy  Rogers  occupy.  But 
there  are  mighty  few  hearts  that  hold  as 
much  room.  Right  now  Dale  and  Roy's 
house  is  full  to  bursting— and  so  are  their 
hearts.  And  that,  they  both  know,  is  their 
miracle.  CMn 

59 


HOW  THE  STARS  FOUND  FAITH 


It  is  not  only  like 
a  religion,  this  house 
which  I  love  but  am 
not  in;  it  is  like  my 
religion,  my  own 
church  which  I  love 
but  am  not  in. 


by  DEAN  MARTIN 


*  After  dinner  evenings  you  can  always 
find  me  sitting  on  the  front  steps  of 
the  house.  I  have  always  liked  to  do  it — now 
more  so  than  ever.  I  was  brought  up  in 
Steubenville,  Ohio.  Like  a  lot  of  kids  from 
that  part  of  the  country,  I  used  to  tell  myself 
that  someday  I  would  own  a  white-pillared, 
Colonial  mansion  like  the  kind  the 
rich  folks  in  town  lived  in.  But  when  a 
time  came,  years  later,  to  buy  a  home  in 
Hollywood,  things  didn't  work  out  so 
I  could  get  such  a  place.  Not  to  live  in. 
But  the  reason  I  bought  the  home  I  did, 
which  cost  a  young  fortune,  was  because 
right  across  the  street  from  it  stood  my 
dream-mansion,  handsome  and  stately  with  its 
white  pillars  and  green  gables,  which  cost 
nothing  to  look  at. 

Night  after  night  I  sat  and  looked  at  it. 
.and  one  night  my  wife  said,  "You  know, 
it's  like  a  religion  with  you  .  .  .  that  house." 
And  she  didn't  know  how  symbolically 
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(Continued  from  page  52)  large,  rambling, 
fieldstone  farmhouse. 

"You  suppose  we  could  look  inside? 
June  asked  cautiously. 

"I  think  so,"  Dick  said.    "Some  ^  real 
estate  agent  told  me  it's  up  for  sale." 

They  entered  the  pleasant  old  farmhouse, 
and  what  June  saw  made  her  feel  good 
and  warm  and  pleasant.  The  golden  tones 
of  the  pine-paneled  living  room,  for  ex- 
ample, "made  me  feel,"  she  explained 
later,  "as  relaxed  and  happy  as  a  kitten.' 
She  liked  the  unpretentiousness  of  the 
simple  stone  fireplace,  the  big  square  win- 
dows, the  plank  floors.  Junie  is  a  very 
emotional  young  woman  and  as  she  walked 
from  room  to  room  eyeing  the  grand- 
motherly kitchen,  the  bedroom  fireplace, 
and  the  glass-enclosed  porch,  tears  of  de- 
light began  to  well  up  in  her  eyes.  Every- 
thing about  this  house  was  warmer,  more 
intimate,  more  home-like  than  the  rather 
austere  environment  of  the  English  manor 
house  they'd  been  living  in  for  five  years. 

"Oh!  Richard!  If  we  could  only  buy  this 
house,  we'd  never  have  to  build  another 
one — ever." 

Dick  cocked  his  head  to  one  side.  "You 
really  like  it  that  much?" 

"Yes,  Richard.  I  think  it's  just  fine." 
"I'm  glad,  darling,  because  we  own  it." 
He  threw  the  line  away,  underplaying  the 
scene  deliberately. 

June  couldn't  believe  it,  wouldn't  believe 
it.  Dick  had  to  show  her  the  bill  of  sale 
and  explain  that,  "I  traded  our  old  house 
and  quite  a  lot  of  dough  for  this  farm  and 
56  acres  of  land." 

That  evening,  June  insisted  that  Dick 
go  over  the  purchasing  of  "The  Farm"  step 
by  step.  "I  was  like  a  little  girl,"  she  says, . 
"wanting  to  hear  her  favorite  story  over 
and  over  again." 

According  to  Dick,  his  interest  in  the 
property  had  its  origin  back  in  the  late 
1920's.  In  those  days  he  was  a  farmboy 
from  Mountain  View,  Arkansas,  who'd 
been  brought  west  by  Warner  Brothers, 
that  is,  after  he'd  pulled  several  years  on 
the  road  as  a  singer  and  emcee. 

"Those  were  the  days,"  he  recalls,  "when 
the  stars  and  the  movie  moguls  really  used 
to  live  it  up  out  here.  And  boy!  How  I 
was  impressed.  I  was  doing  fairly  well  in 
some  of  those  early  Warner  musicals,  and 
because  screen  success  and  social  success 
usually  go  hand  in  hand,  I  was  invited  to  a 
number  of  parties  and  social  functions. 

"Of  all  the  homes  I  saw,  the  one  that 
left  a  lasting  impression  was  a  Pennsyl- 
vania Dutch  farmhouse  owned  by  Bernie 
Hyman.  He  was  Irving  Thalberg's  assistant, 
and  I  don't  know  how  much  dough  he 
spent  on  the  house.  But  it  was  plenty.  Back 
then  the  hills  in  the  Mandeville  section 
were  wild  and  undeveloped,  and  the  56 
acres  were  stocked  with  chickens,  horses, 
cows,  not  to  mention  the  deer  and  jack 
rabbits. 

"Bernie  had  plenty  of  money  at  the  time, 
and  he  didn't"  mind  spending  it  on  the 
house.  For  example,  the  movie  projection 
system  in  the  living  room  cost  him  $40,000. 
His  kitchen  had  a  walk -in  refrigerator  as 
large  as  a  butcher  shop,  and  there  was  a 
dumb-waiter  that  ran  to  the  second  floor. 
There  was  also  a  separate  guest  house  for 
relatives  and  friends. 

"I  remember  saying  to  myself  first  time 
I  went  through  the  house,  'If  you  ever  get 
any  dough,  this  is  the  house  you  must 
buy.'  But  I  knew  I'd  have  to  wait." 

Eventually  the  house  and  land  were  pur- 
chased by  John  Charles  Thomas,  the  well- 
known  concert  singer.  When  June  and 
Dick  were  married  seven  years  ago,  Dick 


made  another  attempt  to  buy  "The  Farm." 
It  failed.  "In  a  way,"  he  says,  "it's  a  good 
thing,  because  what  could  a  pair  of  newly- 
weds  do  with  a  12-room  house  and  56 
acres  of  land?" 

In  the  years  they've  been  married,  Junie 
has  learned  how  to  run  a  large  household 
with  adequate  competence.  She  is  no 
longer  the  frightened,  bewildered  little  city 
girl  who  came  to  Hollywood  with  a  great 
big  inferiority  complex.  Success,  mar- 
riage, money  and  fame  have  all  contributed 
to  a  bolstering  of  her  ego.  And  Dick  has 
recognized  this  fact. 

"A  couple  of  weeks  ago,"  he  told  his 
wife,  "I  heard  that  the  Thomas  place  was 
on  the  market.  I  acted  on  a  hunch.  I  of- 
fered them  our  house  in  trade,  because  you 
know  yourself  how  people  hate  to  give  up 
one  home  before  they've  found  another. 
Thomas  liked  my  offer,  but  I  was  afraid  to 
talk  to  you  about  it,  because  there  were 
a  lot  of  hitches,  and  I  thought  that  maybe 
the  deal  would  fall  through." 

June  edged  her  way  into  Dick's  arms  to 
kiss  him.  "I'm  glad  you  kept  it  a  secret. 
It's  the  most  beautiful  surprise  since 
Ricky." 

As  this  article  goes  to  press,  the  Powells 
have  been  living  in  their  new  home 
only  five  weeks.  They  plan  to  make  many 
changes  and  improvements,  but  to  forge 
ahead  slowly.  The  proof  of  a  good  house 
is  in  the  living,  and  living  on  "The  Farm" 
is  a  better  life  than  the  one  Dick  and 
Junie  ever  dreamed  of. 

In  June's  own  words,  "Our  farm  is  an 
improvement  over  the  Bel-Air  house  in 
every  way.  Specifically,  it's  better  for  the 
children,  better  environment  for  their 
growing  up.  The  tempo  is  slower  and 
safer  than  in  a  traffic-jammed  district. 
Richard  and  I  both  feel  that  it's  a  good 
thing  for  children  to  develop  in  the  com- 


I  didn't  like  you,  even  when  I  liked 
you. 

Mike  Curtis  to  an  actor 


pany  of  other  growing  things.  Pam  and 
Ricky  are  going  to  share  their  growing  up 
with  chickens  and  sheep,  and  dogs  and 
horses  and  maybe  a  calf  or  two." 

June  Allyson  is  most  at  peace  with  the 
world  when  her  children  are  happy,  but 
right  now  the  new  house  has  given  her  an 
abundance  of  peace  in  her  own  right.  She 
was  never  particularly  happy  competing  in 
the  fashionable  suburban  life  of  Bel-Air. 
She  was  always  a  little  on  edge,  a  bit 
nervous,  and  frightened,  but  in  her  new 
surroundings,  the  tension  has  disappeared. 
She  can  be  herself,  completely  relaxed  in 
blue  jeans. 

"Another  thing—"  she  adds,  "you  ought 
to  see  the  way  friends  just  drop  in  on.  us 
out  here.  In  our  old  place  we  used  to  give 
parties,  expensively  catered  deals  with  all 
the  trimmings.  Lots  of  times  they  were 
very  stiff,  very  dull.  No  one  relaxed.  But 
you  know  something?  The  first  Sunday 
we  moved  here,  15  friends  drove  out  to  see 
us  and  practically  all  of  them  stayed  for 
a  pick-up  supper.  I  raided  some  spare 
bricks  from  the  front  yard,  and  Richard 
rigged  up  a  makeshift  grill  in  the  living 
room  fireplace.  We  cooked  hot  dogs,  and 
it  was  more  fun  than  a  circus.  It's  been 
that  way  every  weekend  since  we  got 
here." 

From  Dick's  viewpoint,  "The  Farm"  is 
not  only  the  fulfillment  of  a  long-term 
desire,  it  is  also  a  project  for  the  future. 
"I  hope  to  keep  maybe  half-a-dozen 
acres,"  he  says.  "The  rest  of  it  I'll  sub- 
divide. With  a  little  luck  I  figure  we  can 
sell  the  lots  for  as  much  as  we  paid  for  the 
whole  deal  (approximately  $200,000).  I 
want  to  sell  the  lots  to  friends  with  families, 
so  that  Pam  and  Ricky  can  have  other  chil- 


dren nearby.  I'm  also  going  to  start  a 
plant  nursery  and  get  some  sheep  to  eat 
back  the  weeds.  We  should  have  more 
than  1,000  chickens  in  a  week  or  two  and 
they  should  be  worth  a  few  bucks." 

Powell,  who  is  one  of  the  shrewdest 
money-managers  in  Hollywood,  has  all 
the  future  details  worked  out  except  one. 
He  can't  decide  whether  to  stock  his  lake 
with  fish  or  keep  it  as  a  swimming  hole. 

"Whatever  Powell  touches,"  one  of  his 
friends  points  out,  "it's  sure  to  turn  to  gold. 
This  guy  has  more  financial  brains  than 
any  other  actor  in  the  business.  I've  been 
out  to  his  new  farm.  I've  seen  all  the 
chickens  and  land,  and  it  looks  very  nice 
to  me.  But  the  only  thing  I'm  sure  of  is 
that  Dick  will  make  a  great  profit  on  it. 

"It  sure  is  funny,  the  difference  between 
him  and  June.  She  knows  nothing  about 
money.  Maybe  you  won't  believe  this,  but 
Junie  doesn't  even  know  her  own  salary. 
Dick  makes  all  the  big  decisions,  all  the 
big  investments  for  their  family,  and  pretty 
darn  good  ones,  too.  Junie  doesn't  know 
about  it,  but  some  of  her  money  has  been 
invested  in  oil  leases  in  Texas,  Oklahoma, 
California,  and  Nebraska.  Dick  has  also 
organized  a  television  company,  'The  Four- 
Star  Playhouse'  with  Charles  Boyer,  Ron- 
ald Colman,  Joel  McCrea  and  himself. 
That's  one  of  the  company's  programs. 
They've  already  sold  it  to  the  Singer  Sew- 
ing Machine  people.  Another  is  the  'My 
Hero'  series,  starring  Bob  Cummings. 

"I'm  telling  you,  Powell  is  a  frustrated 
businessman,  and  I  think  Junie  recognizes 
that  fact,  too.  That's  why  she  was  so  happy 
when  he  finally  landed  his  first  job  as  a 
director.  He's  directing  Split  Second  for 
RKO,  you  know,  with  Steve  McNally  and 
Jan  Sterling,  and  Dore  Schary  is  willing 
to  give  him  a  chance  to  direct  at  Metro. 
Maybe  I  should  say  that  Dick  Powell  is  a 
frustrated  creative  businessman,  because 
"creative"  is  certainly  the  key  word  in  his 
makeup." 

If  "creative"  best  describes  Dick  Powell, 
then  "adaptive"  is  probably  the  key  ad- 
jective pertaining  to  his  wife. 

When  Junie  looked  at  the  farmhouse 
Dick  had  bought  for  their  family,  she  said 
very  quickly,  "I  don't  think  well  have  to 
buy  any  new  furniture  at  all.  I  think 
everything  we  have  will  fit.  What  doesn't, 
we'll  adapt." 

June  was  right.  Outside  of  a  few  gifts, 
the  grandfather  clock  in  the  hall  given  to 
them  by  decorator  Paul  Granard,  and  a 
coffee  samovar  in  its  own  niche  near  the 
fireplace,  June  as  yet  hasn't  had  to  buy 
one.  new  stick  of  furniture. 

"Positively  amazing,"  says  Granard.  "We 
took  the  furnishings  from  their  two  previ- 
ous homes,  and  they  look  better  in  this 
background  than  they've  ever  looked  be- 
fore. The  heavy  oak  tables,  the  braided 
rugs,  the  English  chintz,  they  all  go  beau- 
tifully with  the  stone-  and  natural  Wood 
finishes  of  the  rooms  downstairs." 

There  are  changes  to  come,  of  course,  but 
like  most  good  wives,  June  hopes  to  bring 
them  in  unobtrusively.  "Some  time  this 
year,"  she  says,  "I'm  going  to  change  my 
pink  bedroom  to  all  green  and  white.  I 
think  I've  kind  of  outgrown  that  little-girl 
pink." 

June  has  outgrown  many  other  things 
too — her  desire  to  retire  from  movies 
her  fear  of  large  crowds,  her  basic  in- 
security, all  her  self -doubts  as  to  her  effi- 
ciency as  a  wife,  mother,  and  actress.  And 
all  this  is  relatively  new. 

"I  believe,"  says  a  middle-aged  lady  who 
once  worked  as  her  housekeeper,  "that  in 
buying  that  old  Thomas  farmhouse,  Dick 
Powell  has  done  one  of  the  smartest  things 
in  his  life.  He's  given  Junie  a  place  where 
she  really  feels  at  home."  END 


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(Continued  from  page  30)  and  Mocambo, 
at  the  social  functions  of  friends.  Always 
they  are  together,  oblivious  to  the  world. 

Not  too  long  ago,  for  example,  they  came 
to  the  Mocambo  for  Gloria  De  Havens 
opening.  Gloria  has  the  kind  of  figure  that 
gives  many  other  women  inferiority  com- 
plexes and  leaves  men  too  breathless  to 
whistle.  But  did  Lamas  focus  on  this  gor- 
geous eyeful?  He  was  politely  attentive, 
casting  Gloria  a  sideward  glance  or  two,  but 
his  eyes  feasted  on  Arlene  with  unsated 
hunger;  his  strong,  thin  fingers  curled 
themselves  around  her  arm.  Here  was  a 
study  of  a  man  who  saw  what  he  wanted 
and  wanted  what  he  saw. 

A  few  nights  later  at  Chuck  Walters 
party,  Lamas  was  again  in  action.  The 
living  room  was  filled  with  beautiful,  pro- 
vocative, gorgeously-gowned  females.  But 
for  the  son  of  Maria  and  Emilio  Lamas  that 
night,  all  the  women  in  the  world  were 
non-existent  except  for  Arlene.  "Each  time 
I  look  at  you,"  he  whispered  into  her  hair, 
"I  see  you  with  my  heart." 

Arlene  turned  and  smiled.  Her  hand 
entwined  itself  in  his  in  an  unspoken  echo. 

Dolores  del  Rio,  one  of  the  world's  most 
beautiful  women,  who  played  opposite 
Lamas  in  the  Argentine  version  of  Lady 
Windemere's  Fan,  in  1948,  was  once  asked 
about  the  young  actor  in  Buenos  Aires. 
"Fernando,"  she  said,  "has  the  most  soul- 
ful eyes  I  have  ever  seen.  When  he  is 
playing  a  tender  love  scene,  you  cannot 
help  believing  him.  He  has  the  kind  of 
eyes  that  are  irresistible  to  most  women." 

Lamas  is  the  type  of  lover  who  is  always 
playing  love  scenes  with  or  without  the 
benefit  of  a  motion  picture  camera. 

"He  makes  me  feel,"  Arlene  Dahl  says, 
"as  if  the  whole  world  was  bathed  in  sun- 
shine and  goodness." 

Elizabeth  Taylor,  who  only  recently  fin- 
lished  a  picture  with  Fernando,  when  told  of 
Arlene's  statement,  said,  "I  agree  with  her 
completely.  Fernando  is  really  wonderful." 

Even  Esther  Williams,  whose  entire  in- 
terest in  men  revolves  about  the  colossal 
proportions  of  her  husband,  Ben  Gage, ^  has 
been  impressed  by  the  Lamas  charm.  "We 
did  Dangerous  When  Wet  a  few  weeks 
ago,"  Esther  recalls,  "and  Lamas  is  dan- 
gerous wet  or  dry." 

Similarly  enthusiastic  about  the  Latin 
lover  is  Denise  Darcel.  "How  can  you  de- 
scribe Fernando?"  she  asks.  "He  has  the 
heart  of  Casanova,  the  eyes  of  Don  Juan, 
the  profile  of  John  Barrymore.  I  know  the 
words  in  French,  but  in  English  it  is  very 
difficult  for  me  to  express.  He  is  all 
jammed  up  with  what  you  would  call  it — 
sex  appeal." 

Chroniclers  of  the  Hollywood  scene  may 
consider  the  sources  of  such  quotations 
surprising.  After  all,  only  a  few  short 
months  ago,  Fernando  had  been  staked  out, 
surveyed,  and  mortgaged  to  Lana  Turner. 
"There  is  only  one  man  in  my  life  that 
counts,"  Lana  said  at  that  point,  "and  that 
man  is  Fernando  Lamas." 

You  remember,  I'm  sure,  how  rumors 
of  their  imminent  marriage  abounded  in 
every  screenland  salon  and  saloon.  It  was 
just  a  question  of  a  few  legal  difficulties 
before  Lana  divorced  Bob  Topping  and 
took  unto  her  self  this  troubador  tenor. 

Although  more  circumspect  than  usual, 
Lana  made  no  secret  of  the  fact  that  she 
had  given  her  heart  to  Fernando,  that  she 
regarded  him  as  the  one  great  love  in  her 
life,  that  here  at  last  was  the  end-fulfill- 
ment of  all  her  hopes  and  dreams. 

As  for  Lamas,  he,  too,  made  no  secret  of 
his  love  for  Lana.    "I  cannot  discuss  mar- 
riage," he  truthfully  told  reporters,  "when 
64   I  am  not  yet  divorced  from  my  wife;  so 


please  don't  ask  me  when  I  am  going  to 
marry  Miss  Turner."  But,  then,  Lydia 
Lamas,  the  beautiful  and  intelligent  Scotch- 
Italian  girl,  who  had  married  Fernando  in 
Montevideo  in  1946,  went  to  Las  Vegas  and 
returned  with  a  divorce.  This  time  the  re- 
porters descended  on  Fernando  again  and 
said,  "Okay,  you're  free  now.  When  are 
you  and  Lana  gonna  make  it  legal?" 

Lamas,  who  is  liked  very  much  by  the 
Hollywood  press  corps,  merely  grinned  and 
shrugged  his  shoulders.  "I  am  free— yes," 
he  agreed,  "only  Miss  Turner  is  not." 

What  Fernando  did  not  say  at  that  par- 
ticular time,  however,  was  that  the 
great  love  he  and  Lana  had  kindled  be- 
tween them  was  no  longer  blazing  brightly. 
In  fact  its  intensity  had  begun  to  dimin- 
ish even  before  the  celebrated  quarrel  at 
the  Marion  Davies  party. 

There  are  many  stories  in  circulation  as 
to  what  caused  the  rupture  in  the  Lana- 
Fernando  relationship.  One  would  have 
you  believe  that  Lamas  grew  insane  with 
jealousy  when  he  saw  his  lovely  sweet- 
heart dancing  with  Lex  Barker.  Another 
canard  is  that  Lamas,  for  many  years  one 
of  the  great  amateur  boxers  in  Argentina, 
so  lost  his  temper  that  night  that  he  not 
only  swung  at  Lex,  but  also  jabbed  Lana 
with  a  fast  left. 

All  of  this  is  ridiculous,  of  course.  There 
is  no  doubt  but  what  Fernando  and  Lana 
quarreled  during  and  after  the  Marion 
Davies  party.  I  was  there  and  I  heard 
them.  But  let's  face  it— it  takes  more  than 
one  quarrel,  no  matter  how  violent,  to  dis- 
solve a  year -long  love  affair. 

The  simple  truth  is  that  the  love  affair 
was  dying.  Had  Lana  Turner  agreed  to  di- 
vorce Bop  Topping  immediately  after  he 

For  my  dough,  Ava  Gardner  is  one 
of  the  nicest  gals  in  town.  Also  a 
very  top  actress.  Don't  ever  sell 
her  short;  she's  long  on  talent. 

Clark  Gable 

strayed  from  the  true  and  narrow  path; 
had  she  secured  her  freedom  quickly  in- 
stead of  trying  to  wrangle  a  fair  and 
equitable  financial  settlement,  she  might  be 
Mrs.  Fernando  Lamas  today.  For  make  no 
mistake  about  it,  this  past  summer  Lana 
had  her  Latin  boy  groggy  with  love. 

When  she  flew  up  to  Zephyr  Cove,  Ne- 
vada, with  her  daughter,  Cheryl,  for  a  va- 
cation, Fernando,  despite  the  fact  that  he 
was  working  six  days  a  week,  would  fly  up 
on  the  seventh  just  to  be  near  her. 

It  was  at  this  time,  as  a  matter  of  fact, 
that  he  entered  into  divorce  discussions 
with  his  estranged  Lydia. 

He  wanted  Lana  badly.  Each  night  after 
he  finished  work  on  the  set,  he  would 
phone  her,  tell  her  all  that  he  did  that  day, 
exchange  small  endearments — nothing  im- 
portant was  said,  but  the  phone  calls  al- 
ways left  him  spiritually  at  peace  .  .  .  tem- 
porarily, at  least. 

IT  is  a  sad  truth,  but  as  regards  Fernando 
Lamas  and  marriage,  Lana  Turner 
missed  the  boat.  She  should  have  struck 
while  the  iron  was  hot,  passion  was  seeth- 
ing,1 desire  knew  no  reason. 

Instead,  for  the  first  time  in  her  life  she 
let  love  come  last.  She  relegated  it  to  a 
subsidiary  position,  placing  it  after  her 
daughter's  welfare,  her  career,  and  money 
— and,  in  the  process  of  relegation,  it  died. 

Of  all  the  women  Lamas  has  known  in 
his  life,  Lana  is  the  only  one  who,  at  this 
juncture,  is  not  his  friend.  His  two  for- 
mer wives,  for  example,  speak  of  him  glow- 
ingly. Azuzena  Mus,  his  first,  once  told  a 
La  Prensa  reporter,  "Fernando  is  a  young 
man  of  character  and  integrity,  and  mark 
my  word,  he  will  make  a  place  for  himself 
in  the  world  one  day.    He  has  talent  and 


will-power.  He  was  a  good  husband  to  me." 

Lydia  Babacci  Lamas,  who  lives  in  Bev- 
erly Hills  and  has  custody  of  their  daugh- 
ter, Alexandra,  a  six-year-old  beauty  with 
large,  luminous  brown  eyes,  has  said  time 
and  again,  "Although  we  are  divorced, 
Fernando  and  I  are  very  great  friends.  He 
is  not  to  blame  that  our  marriage  did  not 
work.  We  were  separated  by  circum- 
stances, and  I  grew  very  nervous.  It  is  all 
over  with  now,  but  any  woman  will  look 
long  and  far  before  she  finds  someone  as 
thoughtful  and  considerate  as  Fernando 
He  is  of  Spanish  descent,  you  know;  and 
he  has  all  the  fire  of  those  people." 

With  Lana  Turner  irrevocably  lost — al- 
though there  is  a  large  school  of  Hol- 
lywood masterminds  which  believes  that  il 
he  were  to  knock  on  Turner's  front  dooi 
today,  she  would  gladly  let  him  in — Fer- 
nando, last  October,  began  to  wonder  abou 
whom  he  would  take  to  the  Modern  Screen 
party.  This  is  one  of  the  outstanding  so- 
cial functions  of  the  year  in  Hollywooc 
during  which  the  most  popular  actors  anc 
actresses  are  awarded  sterling  silver  plat- 
ters, bowls,  cups,  scrolls,  certificates  anc 
other  tributes  and  acknowledgments  o 
their  popularity. 

When  Fernando  was  told  that  he  wa: 
scheduled  to  receive  an  award  as  one  o 
the  year's  most  up-and-coming  players,  h 
phoned  Arlene  Dahl  and  asked  if  she  woulc 
accompany  him. 
Why  Arlene  Dahl? 

The  vicious  gossips  say  it  was  becausi 
he  wanted  to  wreak  his  vengeance  on  Le: 
Barker  from  whom  Arlene  had  just  se 
cured  a  divorce.   But  that's  only  gossip. 

"Why  did  I  call  Arlene?"  Lamas  ask' 
"Very  simple.    A  few  years  ago  when 
first  reported  to  MGM,  I  could  hardl; 
speak  any  English.    The  studio  gave  me 
marvelous  instructress,  Gertrude  Foglei 
In  a  few  months  I  was  ready  to  make 
screen  test  in  English.    To  play  opposit 
me  in  this  test,  George  Sidney,  the  great  di 
rector— he  asked  Arlene  Dahl.  Now,  Ar 
lene  did  not  have  to  do  it.  After  all,  I  wa 
a  nobody  and  making  tests  is  not  much  fur 
But  you  know  what  Arlene  said?  She  sak 
T  would  love  to  do  it.'  She  was  so  graciou 
so  feminine;  she  was  so  helpful  to  me, 
perfect  stranger,  that  my  heart  went  out  t 
her  in  gratitude. 

"She  was  so  kind  during  the  test.  Sh 
saw  that  I  had  the  benefit  of  her  wisdoi 
and  experience.  And  she  is  such  a  beaut 
— not  only  in  the  face  but  in  the  soul  = 
well — that  I  remember  saying  to  mysel 
'Fernando,  here  is  one  girl  you  will  neve 
forget.'   And  I  didn't. 

"When  I  phoned  and  asked  her  if  she' 
like  to  go  with  me  to  the  Modern  Scree 
party,  she  accepted.  I  have  been  goin 
with  her  ever  since.  I  do  not  want  to  spea 
of  love  or  affection  or  anything  like  that- 
but  to  me  Arlene  Dahl  is  a  woman  in  ever 
sense  of  the  word.  She  is  what  one  migl 
call  classically  feminine." 

What  does  Arlene  Dahl  think  of  her  ne- 
lovelight?  "I'm  extremely  fond  of  Fei 
nando,"  she  says.  "We've  seen  each  otkt 
quite  frequently.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  he 
practically  the  only  one  I've  seen.  Don 
get  any  wrong  impressions.  I've  bee 
working  on  Here  Come  The  Girls.  It's  g< 
a  ten -week  shooting  schedule.  I  don 
think  I  have  a  day  off;  so  that  I  don't  real! 
have  too  much  time  for  a  hectic  social 

"I'm  not  denying,  however,  that  Iv 
seen  Fernando  a  good  many  times.  Wh. 
will  come  of  it  I  don't  know.  My  divorc 
won't  be  final  until  next  year.  In  the  meafi 
while  he's  a  lot  of  fun  to  be  with,  muc 
more  versatile  than  you'd  think.  He's  g< 
a  good  mind:  he's  a  great  athlete;  he  sins; 
beautifully;  he's  very  handsome;  and  r. 
dances  divinely." 

There  are  some  cynics  who  say  that  F 
nando  and  Arlene  are  using  each  oth 


that  they  both  came  along  at  the  right  time, 
that  one  needed  a  man  and  the  other  a 
woman.  Others  claim  that  this  is  merely  a 
case  in  point  of  a  double  rebound,  Fernan- 
do from  Lana,  and  Arlene  from  Lex. 

This  isn't  particularly  true.  If  it  were, 
just  a  question  of  needing  someone  of  the 
opposite  sex,  Fernando  and  Arlene  might 
easily  have  their  pick.  Arlene,  after  her 
divorce,  began  dating  Greg  Bautzer,  the 
world's  champion  escort  of  beautiful 
women,  but  that  lasted  for  only  two  dates. 
Once  Lamas  came  into  the  picture,  Bautzer 
was  shunted  to  the  showers. 

Lamas  admits  that  he  needs  someone  like 
Arlene  Dahl.  The  reason  for  this  is  essen- 
tially psychological  and  has  its  roots  in  his 
background.  His  father  died  of  pneumonia 
when  he  was  one;  and  his  mother  of  peri- 


tonitis when  he  was  four.  As  a  youngster 
he  was  raised  by  two  70-year-old  grand- 
mothers who  shared  his  custody.  He  has 
no  brothers,  no  sisters,  and  in  his  youth 
there  was  a  conspicuous  lack  of  young 
feminine  beauty.  There  is  a  possibility  that 
his  single-minded  devotion  to  one  beauti- 
ful woman  at  a  time  is  to  compensate  for 
his  motherless  childhood. 

Whatever  the  reason,  whatever  the  moti- 
vation, the  fact  remains  that  Fernando 
Lamas  is  one  of  the  truly  great  lovers  in 
the  world  today.  A  make-up  man  at  MGM 
when  he  heard  recently  that  Lamas  had 
been  replaced  by  Ricardo  Montalban  to 
star  opposite  Lana  Turner  in  Latin  Lovers 
said  sadly,  "Montalban's  a  good  performer 
—he'll  do  fine  in  the  picture— but  not  so 
well  by  Lana  personally.    Just  imagine 


Lana  Turner  in  a  film  with  that  Lamas. 
Maybe  she  hates  his  guts;  maybe  she  can't 
stand  the  sight  of  him,  but  the  scene  calls 
for  them  to  make  passionate  love.  He  ta'tes 
her  in  his  arms,  her  antagonism  melts 
away,  gradually  they  melt  into  a  kiss.  I'm 
telling  you  they'd  be  back  together  in  a 
minute  and  the  picture  would  gross  ten 
million  bucks.  Lana  has  a  great  earthy 
quality.  She  belongs  to  a  guy  like  Lamas. 
Not  that  I  have  anything  against  his  new 
girl  friend,  Arlene  Dahl.  It's  just  that 
somehow  to  me  she  doesn't  seem  capable  of 
real,  downright  passion.  She  should  be 
going  with  some  Greek  god  like  Apollo. 
But  who  knows?  Maybe  Lamas  can  warm 
her  up— he's  a  walking  generator."  end 
(Fernando  Lamas  will  soon  be  seen  in 
MGM's  The  Girl  Who  Had  Everything.) 


Cinderella's  tired 

(Continued  from  page  29)  I  don't  ,  know 
another  man  and  woman  with  less  in  com- 
mon. Aly  the  playboy,  Rita  the  retiring. 
One  the  extrovert.  The  other  tongue-tied 
and  shy.  Aly  loves  horses,  gambling  and 
women,  in  that  order.  He's  a  spendthrift, 
a  night-clubber,  cannot  bear  to  be  alone. 

Rita  is  none  of  these  things.  But  it  was 
cruel  to  call  her  a  peasant,  because,  to 
quote  her  third  husband— "At  eight  o'clock 
at  night  the  only  thing  she's  interested  in 
is  putting  on  her  slippers  and  sitting  by 
the  fire.  She  ignores  night  life  and  is 
not  interested  in  social  life.  She's  a  home- 
body. 

Since  when  is  it  wrong  to  want  to  live 
quietly  with  the  man  you  love,  to  build  un- 
derstanding and  companionship  away  from 
the  glitter  of  the  phoney  and  the  frivolous, 
to  build  a  home  for  children  in  which  the 
parents  stay?  This  was  Rita's  long-stand- 
ing dream.  And  to  make  it  materialize  with 
Aly,  she  was  willing  to  toss  aside  a  million- 
dollar  movie  career,  to  live  in  his  country, 
to  put  him  first  in  all  her  plans.  And  for  this 
she  s  called  a  peasant  and  immature.  At  33 
she  s  more  mature  than  the  40-plus  Aly  will 

evTe/  ^e-,1I,tip  my  hat  to  her-  She  tried. 

It  shed  been  29— and  done  the  slippers- 
by-the-fire  routine,  that  would  have  been 
different  At  20  she  didn't.  She  loved 
nightclubs  then.  And  a  long  string  of  beaus 
took  her  dancing— from  Tony  Martin  to  Vic 
Mature.  In  fact,  one  reason  she  paid  ali- 
mony to  Ed  Judson  was  reportedly  because 
he  presented  a  long  list  of  dancing  partners 
to  Rita  s  lawyer  and  threatened  to  splash 
em  on  the  front  pages.  Now  Rita  and  Ed 
are  friends  again,  but  I  don't  think  she'll 
ever  forgive  him.  And  I  don't  think  she'll 
iorgive  Aly  for  the  present  humiliation. 

"There  are  so  many  conflicting  stories.  His 
friends  tell  me  he  was  very  generous 
with  Rita.  But  hers  say  the  reverse  Let's 
study  His  and  Hers.  His:  He  gave  her  an 
engagement  ring  that  cost  between  $50  000 
and  $100,000.  And  a  diamond  bracelet  and 
earrings  to  match.  Bought  her  racehorses 
Opened  charge  accounts  with  world-famous 
Parisian  coutouriers.  And  when  he  was  in 
Hollywood  that  last  time,  he  gave  her  the 
cash  to  buy  the  most  expensive  make  of 
Cadillac. 

Hers:  When  Rita  first  left  Aly,  I  asked 
her,  "Did  you  bring  back  a  lot  of  jewelry?" 

'Nothing  that  I  didn't  have  before,"  she  re- 
plied—"except  this."  And  she  showed  me 
a  gold  St.  Christopher  medal  with  half  a 
dozen  very  small  diamonds  on  the  edge. 

But  what  happened  to  the  flawless  engage- 
ment ring?"  I  wanted  to  know.  "She  had  to 
sell  the  rmg  to  help  pay  Aly's  debts,"  I  was 
told. 

This  is  for  sure.  When  she  returned  to 
her  movie  career  she  was  too  broke  to  buy 


a  house,  and  her  agent  had  to  advance  cash 
for  everyday  living.  And  one  of  these  days 
fi,  3SA ,  ?lta  what  haPPened  to  the  $55,000 
that  Aly  s  business  associate  here  collected 
for  the  sale  of  her  Brentwood  home.  Her 
pals  insist  she  gave  it  to  Aly.  And  she  cor- 
robated  it  in  October  when  she  complained 
—  He  s  a  playboy  who  spends  his  time  and 
my  money  at  race-tracks  and  casinos  while 
I  slave  making  pictures." 

They  call  Rita  money-mad  because  she 
held  out  for  a  huge  settlement  for  Yasmin 
fc>he  isn  t  mercenary,  she's  obstinate.  And 
you  don  t  need  an  X-ray  to  see  the  work- 
ings of  her  mind.  If  Aly's  two  sons  by  his 
previous  marriage  can  get  a  three-million- 
dollar  trust  fund  each  from  him,  then  their 
daughter  is  surely  worth  just  as  much. 
Okay,  so  Moslems  don't  think  a  daughter's 
so  hot.  Rita's  American,  and  girls  in  this 
country  rate  as  much  as  boys. 

It's  a  secret  how  much  mother  and  law- 
yer were  able  to  shake  lose  for  the  little 
girl  but  you  can  bet  your  bottom  dollar 
that  the  check  was  signed  by  Aly's  aged 
lather,  who  wanted  the  divorce  settled  and 
done  with,  just  as  much  as  he  wanted  the 
marriage  in  the  first  place.  Then,  to  kill  the 
scandal  of  their  world  wide  wanderings 
Now,  to  keep  their  marital  shennanigans 
trom  continuing  to  shock  his  Moslem  fol- 
lowers who  pay  to  keep  him  in  the  style 
in  which  he  couldn't  live  without. 

There  are  also  two  schools  of  thought  as 
to  exactly  how  much  money  Aly  can  call 
his  own.  Her  friends  insist  he  hasn't  a 
dune  except  the  expense  account  he  gets 
from  Pop,  that  he  is  always  broke,  that  he 
owed  $100,000  to  the  little  Casino  in  Monte 
Carlo  for  a  year  and  that's  why  he  has  to 
gamble  in  the  big  Casino! 

But  Aly's  buddies  reveal  that  in  the 
horse  department  alone,  in  which  the 
Prince  is  in  50-50  with  the  Aga  Khan  he 
could  get  $10,000,000  tomorrow  for  '  his 
share,  and  that  recently  he  bought  a  huge 
tract  of  property  worth  trillions,  between 
Cannes  and  Monte  Carlo.  Also  that  he 
owns  five  huge  homes  in  his  own  right. 
1  hat  he  has  a  yacht,  an  airplane,  servants 
by  the  score,  and  simply  fabulous  inherit- 
ance prospects. 

Well,  even  unlimited  coffers  or  credit  can 
scrape  bottom  if  you  take  out  all  the  time 
without  putting  anything  back.  It  happens 
with  mother  nature  and  it  can  happen  with 
father  spendthrift.  And,  perish  the  thought 
what  if  the  toiling,  moiling  peoples  who 
supply  the  income  for  Aly's  wonder  way  of 
life  were  to  turn  off  the  golden  flow  sud- 
denly? I  guess  the  pampered  playboy 
would  have  to  work.  Even  as  Rita  has 
worked  since  she  was  12  years  old  to  reach 
her  present  pinnacle  of  success. 

It's  a  mystery  to  me  why  she  ever  wanted 
this  man.  She  needs  him  like  a  hole  in  her 
check  book.  But  she  wanted  him  all  right 

And  it's  true  she  wanted  the  reconcilia- 


tion, whereas  Aly  merely  didn't  want  a  di- 
vorce. He  prefers  his  dishes  piping  hot,  and 
Kita  was  just  a  warmed  over  meal  But 
you  d  think  that  in  the  few  brief  days  that 
he  allotted  his  wife  in  Hollywood— not  more 
than  a  week— that  he  would  play  ball,  at 
least  try  to  please  her. 

But  the  "quiet  life  Rita  loves  is  an  im- 
possible dreariness  for  Aly.  After  three 
days  he  was  guest  of  honor  at  the  Charles 
Vidor  party,  without  Rita.  She  was  invited 
too,  but  obstinately  refused  to  accompany 
him  And  she  stayed  home  when  Cole  Por- 
ter threw  a  whingding  on  the  fourth  night. 
Un  the  fifth  day,  Aly  flew  to  the  Del  Mar 
racetrack  without  her.  And  on  the  sixth  he 
drove  to  Long  Beach  to  visit  a  former  friend 
— feminine  gender. 

So  it's  obvious  that  Rita  was  in  love  with 
her  Prince,  and  you  can  see  how  much  she 
wanted  the  marriage  to  work  when  she  took 
ott  tor  his  home  in  Paris.  He  was  supposed 
to  meet  her  boat  at  Cherbourg,  but  he 
wasnt  there  when  she  arrived.  He  was 
somewhere  in  the  South  of  France  having  a 
barrel  of  fun.  She  proceeded  to  the  Paris 
house  alone.  A  few  days  later  he  leisurely 
turned  up  and  made  a  big  thing  of  the  re- 
union, calling  in  all  the  photographers  to 
witness  the  loving  poses  "with  my  wife." 

J  was  critical  of  Rita  when  she  didn't  take 
their  daughter  to  Europe  to  be  with  her 
father.  Now  I  see  why.  It's  one  thing  for 
Kita  to  take  a  chance  with  Aly;  but  until 
she  was  certain  in  her  own  mind  it  could 
work  out,  she  wouldn't  drag  a  couple  of  kids 
back  and  forth  across  the  Atlantic  in  win- 
ter. She  did  that  once,  and  had  to  leave 
them  in  France  while  she  flew  to  Africa 
with  her  lord,  who  could  never  be  her 
master. 

That's  another  thing  Rita  will  never 
tathom.  How  can  Aly  don  a  mantle  of  piety 
with  the  ease  of  pressing  a  button,  when  all 
he  fives  for  in  Europe  is  fun,  Fun,  FUN' 
So,  in  faraway  Africa,  she  accused  him  of 
hypocrisy.  She  could  be  right,  although 
an  intimate  of  Aly's  tells  me  he  had  a  lunch 
date  with  Aly  at  the  Ritz  not  long  ago,  but 
Aly  cancelled  at  the  last  hour,  explaining 
he  had  to  fly  to  London  to  see  the  Swedish 
Ambassador.  When  asked  "Why9"  he  re- 
plied, "I'm  trying  to  get  Swedish  steel  for 
my  followers  in  Africa." 

Even  steel  loses  its  strength  when  you 
put  it  through  fire.  And  even  if  Rita's 
flame  for  Aly  ever  glows  again,  which  could 
happen  but  I  doubt  it,  it'll  be  a  flicker,  not 
a  blaze.  As  I  told  you  previously,  Rita  can 
never  revolutionize  her  outlook  to  where 
she  could  live  on  champagne  for  breakfast 
—tor  Aly,  water  is  something  you  wash  in 
only— and  heartbreak  for  supper.  And  that 
brings  us  to  the  women  in  his  life. 

This  last  time,  even  while  he  was  tele- 
phoning Rita  with  the  news  he  was  on  his 
way  to  her  in  Hollywood,  he  was  also  writ- 
ing letters  to  Yvonne  De  Carlo  making  a 

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Jt  will  live  in  your  heart  forever 


Only  Walt  Disney  could 
unlock  all  the  robust 
adventure  and  hilarious 
laughter  of  James  M.  Barrie's 
Peter  Pan.  It  sweeps  you  away 
to  a  land  beyond  imagination 
where  adventure  never  ends— 
the  Never  Land  of  Captain 
Hook's  pirates,  of  pixie 
Tinker  Bell,  Indian 
braves  and  fabulous 
mermaid  lagoons. 


Walt 


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Here  is  everyone's  Great  Adven- 
ture of  all  time.  To  see  it— to 
Know  Peter  Pan— is  to  keep  youth 
in  your  heart  forever. 


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With  Bobby  Driscoll  as  the  voice  of  Peter  Pan 


date  for  a  whirling  weekend  in  New  York 
And  while  supposedly  shattered  with  griel 
when  Rita  took  off,  without  notice,  to  Amer- 
ica, while  he  was  hymn-singing  in  Nairobi, 
he  drowned  his  disappointment  in  the  fas- 
cinating company  of  pert  Greek  star  Irene 
Pappas.  He  even  found  time  between  tears 
to  introduce  her  to  Mack  Sennett,  because 
she  thought  he  was  still  a  big  wheel  m  the 
picture  business  and  could  bring  her  to 
Hollywood. 

Those  Katharine  Dunham  rumors  just 
about  the  time  Rita  was  expecting  their 
baby7  His  Deauville  dates  with  Joan  Fon- 
taine? They  might  have  meant  something, 
they  probably  meant  nothing.  Let  us 
never  forget  that  in  Moslem  tradition  a 
woman  counts  for  nothing  except  to  bear- 
sons  for  the  glory  of  Allah.  You  can  bet 
that  Rita  will  rear  Yasmin  for  the  glory  ot 
the  little  girl's  happiness  whatever  the  re- 
ligion. She's  a  good  mother  in  spite  of  her 
frenzied  and  pathetic  non-stop  search  tor 
the  perfect  romance,  which  has  in  the  past 
taken  her  away  from  her  children  very  fre- 
quently when  she'd  rather  be  with  them. 

hen  Glenn  Ford,  who  has  worked  so 
much  with  Rita,  talks  about  her,  which 
he  only  rarely  does,  there's  a  great  sym- 
pathy and  a  touch  of  tragedy  in  his  voice. 
He  seems  apprehensive  for  her  happiness. 
And  actually,  with  the  shedding  of  her  once 
Prince  Charming,  what  does  the  future 
promise  for  Rita? 

She  won't  lack  money— although  she 
asked  none  for  herself  from  Aly.  She's  ex- 
pected to  collect  at  least  half-a-milhon  dol- 
lars from  her  last  two  pictures— Atfatr  In 
Trinidad,  and  Salome— capital  gains  too— 
for  her  own  Beckwith  Corporation.  And  1 
don't  see  how  she  can  miss  with  Miss  Sadie 
Thompson,  the  Somerset  Maughan  play, 
Rain,  that  has  brought  fame  and  acclaim  to 
everyone  who  plays  the  leading  lady. 

Rita  isn't  careful  or  particularly  clever 
with  money.  She  lives  quietly,  doesnt 
spend  money  on  parties  or  pretties,  and  she 
can  stash  enough  away  to  retire  one  day  on 
her  own  terms.  „  ,  , 

Money  could  never  spell  happiness  tor 
Rita.  I'm  not  sure  anything  can.  But  a 
reasonable  facsimile  will  have  to  look  like 
a  Man.  She'll  fall  in  love  again— and  again 
and  again.  The  woods  are  full  of  men  will- 
ing to  leap  on  the  Hayworth  love  wagon. 
Publicity  seekers  like  Bob  Savage  who 
trumpeted  about  some  kisses  and  called  a 
columnist  with  the  world-shaking  news  that 
he  was  off  to  Spain  to  marry  hep— and  she 
didn't  know  who  he  was  from  Hades. 

Rita,  the  girl  without  formal  education, 
has  an  innate  instinct  for  the  right  thing 
to  do.  She's  always  a  lady  when  she  busts 
up  with  her  beaus,  even  when  she  marries 
them— and  except  for  explaining  that  she 
couldn't  live  with  a  genius— Orson  Wells— 
invariably  says,  "No  comment,"  before  and 
after  the  romance  of  the  moment. 

She  said,  "No  comment,"  when  asked  if 
she  planned  to  marry  Spanish  Count  Jose 
Maria  Villa-Padierna  when  she  divorces 
Aly.  Although  she  was  seen  everywhere 
with  the  Count  in  Madrid  when  she  left 
Aly's  mansion  in  Paris— the  Spaniards  a 
horse  breeder,  too,  and  111  bet  she  won't 
play  second  fiddle  to  the  nags  again. 
(Rita's  unpredictable  so  I  won't  bet  too 
much!)  , 
Casting  a  cold  eye  over  the  Hollywood 
product,  your  favorite  guess  is  as  good  as 
mine.  Dick  Greene  was  a  favorite  when 
she  left.  But  she  might  be  married  to  some- 
one else  when  you  read  this.  She  raised  her 
sights  when  she  raised  her  hairline,  15,  16 
years  ago.  Now  Rita  wants  to  revert  to  the 
kind  of  life  that  was  possible  when  she 
answered  to  Marguerite  Cansino.  Cinder- 
ella is  tired.  The  glass  shoe  pinched.  We 
can  only  hope  her  fairy  godmother  has  an- 
other trick  up  her  wand.  P.  S.  It's  pump- 
kins to  Princes  the  old  gal  has.  END 


modern  screen's  party  of  the  year 


(Continued  from  page  46)  to  everybody 
but  himself.  Then  he  leaned  back  and  said, 
"That's  the  longest  speech  in  my  life.  Let 
me  out  of  here!" 

"Me,  too,"  Mr.  Delacorte  agreed.  So  they 
went  back  to  the  party  which  shifted  sud- 
denly into  high  gear  as  the  doors  opened 
wide  to  admit  the  year's  greatest  gather- 
ing of  stars. 

It's  almost  impossible  to  report  all  the 
excitement  that  goes  on  at  a  party  like  this 
,  one.  Who  escorts  whom  and  who  goes  home 
with  the  one  that  didn't  bring  'em. 

For  instance  there  was  the  case  of  Lana 
Turner  and  her  erstwhile  gentleman  friend, 
Fernando  Lamas.  Lana,  who  won  the  All- 
Time  Ten- Year  Popularity  Award,  a  hand- 
ful of  votes  ahead  of  Betty  Grable,  was 
taken  with  a  sudden  attack  of  flu  the  day 
before  the  party  and  couldn't  attend.  This 
on  the  heels  of  a  mild  adventure  in  Palm 
Springs,  during  which  Lana  and  Ava  Gard- 
ner had  a  spat  with  Frank  Sinatra  over 
nobody  knows  what.  Meantime,  the  news 
was  out  that  Lana  and  Fernando  were  no 
longer  making  such  beautiful  music  to- 
gether, and  everyone  wondered  who  the 
Metro  Latin  Lover  would  escort  to  the 
party. 

Fernando  didn't  let  romance  down.  He 
showed  up  with  Arlene  Dahl,  recently  de- 
tached from  Lex  Barker.  Arlene's  beauty 
was  at  its  cameo-like  perfection  and  those 
who  knew  Lana  said  that  Fernando  couldn't 
have  brought  anyone  who  would  make 
Lana  more  jealous.  (That's  what  they  said. 
We  re  not  saying,  nor  is  Lana.) 

You  never  can  tell  what's  going  to  be  the 
big  scoop  at  a  party.  In  Hollywood,  if 
some  of  the  guests  come  with  the  people 
they  are  supposed  to,  thafs  news.  For  ex- 
ample, Diana  Lynn  and  her  architect  hus- 
band, if  you  believe  some  columns,  are  not 
getting  along  too  well  with  their  reconcil- 
iation. But  at  the  Modern  Screen  party 
they  looked  like  they  had  just  discovered 
each  other  yesterday,  and  it  wasn't  acting. 

But  what  really  started  the  whispering 
was  the  sudden  appearance  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Dale  Roberston.  This  was  shortly  on  the 
heels  of  the  announcement  that  they  had 
separated.  No  one  expected  that  they'd 
show  up  together.  They  did,  though,  and 
every  time  an  unattached  male  whispered 
to  another,  "Who's  that  luscious  doll,"  he 
got  the  answer,  "That's  Mrs.  Dale  Robert- 
son—better try  to  date  somebody  else!" 

It  seems  that  Mr.  Robertson  is  not  a  man 
to  be  fooled  with.  He  had  a  wonderful  time 
at  the  party,  particularly  when  he  cor- 
nered Chuck  Saxon,  the  editor,  and  told 
him  right  out  in  a  public  corner  that  he 
was  sore  about  something  or  other. ,  When 
they  were  through  with  their  brief  argu- 
ment, Chuck  was  heard  to  exclaim,  "I  got 
to  hand  it  to  that  guy.  I  never  knew  an 
actor  who  had  courage  to  tell  an  editor  off 
m  person.  But  (P.  S.)  that  doesn't  mean 
that  I  agree  with  him." 


You  know  what  I  think,  Mr.  Delacorte?" 
Bob  Mitchum  asked,  answering  the  ques- 
tion himself.  "I  think  you  ought  to  sell 
tickets  to  this  party  every  year  for  pro- 
ducers who  are  searching  for  new  talent." 
He  arched  a  famous  eyebrow  at  an  un- 
known blonde  who  practically  swooned  in 
her  tracks.  "There  are  enough  stars  of  to- 
morrow here  to  cast  every  picture  for  the 
next  two  years." 

Mr.  Mitchum  never  said  it  better,  and  he's 
said  many  a  mouthful  in  his  time,  for 


Cannes  Film  Festival  prize  awards 
are  n.°*  s*a*ue*tes,  a  la  Oscar,  but 
paintings  and  rare  books. 

Irving  Hoffman  in 

The  Hollywood  Reporter 


jp  tinny  about  Hollywood  parties.  It  takes 
more  than  a  small  fight,  verbal  or  other- 
wise, to  make  one  a  success,  and  all  hands 
agreed  that  this,  indeed,  was  the  "party  that 
lasts  all  year,"  for  the  reporters  and  pho- 
tographers had  a  field  day  from  the  time 
Louella  Parsons  showed  up,  escorted  by  the 
distinguished  song  writer,  Jimmy  McHugh, 
until  Marilyn  Monroe  made  a  climactic  solo 
entrance,  causing  all  males  present  to  gra- 
vitate across  the  room  until  it  looked  top- 
heavy.  Then  Jane  Russell  came  in  the 
opposite  door,  and  balance  was  somewhat 
restored. 

Yup,  there's  a  fever  about  a  successful 
party.  There  were  a  lot  of  gate-crashers, 
including  Johnnie  Ray,  who  for  some  rea- 
son or  other  never  received  an  invitation. 
But  he  was  there,  laughing,  not  crying. 


among  those  present  were  Karen  Sharpe, 
the  TV  lovely  who  shares  Modern  Screen 
Golden  Key  honors  with  the  darkly  beau- 
tiful Ursula  (RKO)  Thiess,  Paramount^ 
Joan  Taylor,  Red  Skel ton's  exciting  blonde 
comedy  sparring  partner,  Lucy  Knoch, 
Anne  Francis  and  other  MS  discoveries! 

When  guests  could  take  their  eyes  off 
such  enticing  creatures  as  Piper  Laurie  and 
the  buxom  Denise  Darcel,  they  chorused 
one  of  the  most  repeated  questions  of  the 
evening,  namely,  "Who  is  that  striking  bru- 
nette in  the  gingham  dress — the  one  with 
the  eyes?" 

Naturally  it  was  obvious  that  all  the  girls 
at  the  party  had  eyes,  but  this  child  was 
something  else  again.  She  wasn't  and  isn't 
mere  than  19  years  old.  And  the  hit  she 
made  at  the  party  was  big  enough,  al- 
though a  mere  atom  compared  to  a  hydro- 
gen explosion  that  followed  later  that  same 
night  when  she  took  the  spotlight  at  Mo- 
cambo  and  sang  her  way  into  a  big  time 
Paramount  contract.  The  girl's  name  is 
Joanne  Gilbert.  She's  the  daughter  of  fa- 
mous song  writer,  Ray  Gilbert,  and  what 
she  has  in  voice  and  figure  is  welcome  to 
movie-goers  as  well  as  Paramount  stock- 
holders. If  you  don't  believe  it,  wait  until 
you  see  her  in  the  big  musical,  Away  We 
Go,  in  which  she  is  co-starred  (in  her  very 
first  picture,  yet)  with  Donald  O'Connor. 

On  the  male  side,  there  were  the  dis- 
coveries of  the  last  couple  of  years— the 
darkly  handsome  Tony  Dexter,  Bob  Wag- 
ner, who  arrived  stag  to  claim  his  cup  be- 
cause Debbie  Reynolds  had  to  work  that 
night,  Ricardo  Montalban,  Bob  Stack,  Ken 
Tobey,  Dick  Anderson  and  Gene  Nelson. 

And  then  (draw  a  long  breath,  gals), 
there  was  that  six-foot,  four-inch  male 
who  is  being  groomed  to  take  John 
Wayne's  place  at  Republic,  now  that  John 
has  gone  free  lance.  It  just  happens  that 
his  name  is  John,  too.  John  Russell.  And 
you  can  get  a  load  ,  of  him,  even  if  you 
weren't  at  the  party,  in  Fair  Wind  To  Java. 

VottVe  probably  pondered  on  the  prob- 
J-  lems  of  being  a  movie  star.  Consider 
the  problem  of  being  a  reporter  and  trying 
to  tell  about  a  gala  party  in  which  almost 
all  of  the  famous  guests  should  be  in  the 
first  paragraph  of  your  story.  Particularly 
when  you  have  personal  favorites,  such  as 
Marge  and  Gower  Champion,  who  won  the 
award  for  being  1952's  Co-starring  Discov- 
eries. There  are  no  greater  people  than 
these,  nor  for  that  matter  than  Paul  Doug- 
las and  his  wife,  Jan  Sterling. 

We  came  upon  Jan  and  Paul  as  they  were 
telling  Louella  Parsons  and  George  Dela- 
corte about  the  plans  for  their  second  trip 
to  Korea  (which  has  just  taken  place.) 
They  were  about  to  take  off  by  plane  with 
Carleton  Carpenter,  Barbara  Ruick,  Peggy 
King,  Rory  Calhoun  and  a  host  of  others  to 
make  the  G.I.  Christmas  a  little  happier. 


If  you  don't  think  actors  are  rugged,  gen- 
uine people,  try  looking  Paul  Douglas  in 
the  eye  sometime.  Or  risk  a  handshake 
with  Buddy  Baer. 

That's  if  you  like  actors.  We  happen  to 
like  the  endless  gang  who  were  at  the 
party.  Like  David  Wayne,  who  spills  over 
with  talent.  Like  Charlton  Heston,  who  is 
a  cmch  to  land  on  the  Ten  Most  Popular  list 
in  1953.  (Our  authority:  the  editors' 
wives.)  Like  the  cowboy  contingent,  long 
popular  Johnny  Mack  Brown  and  Rex  Al- 
len. Like  Pete  Lawford  and  John  Agar. 
Now  there's  a  Modern  Screen  favorite,  just 
beginning  to  get  his  big  breaks  so  long  de- 
served. John's  lovely  wife  told  us  that  his 
new  picture  for  RKO  is  going  to  be  My 
Dad,  J.  R.,  Edward  Arnold's  son. 

"This  joint— beg  pardon— this  place— is 
like  Grand  Central  Station,"  Academy 
Award  winner  Celeste  Holm  exclaimed. 
'Every  time  I  come  to  a  Modern  Screen 
party  I  don't  believe  it— there  are  so  many 
new  stars.  I  figure  a  girl's  got  to  -keep 
busy  to  keep  working."  Her  modesty  is 
becoming  but  not  necessary,  for  Celeste, 
after  wowing  them  on  Broadway  and  in  TV 
for  a  year,  is  back  to  make  competition 
even  tougher  in  Hollywood. 

Speaking  of  competition,  two  stars  really 
scored  in  the  fashion  and  beauty  depart- 
ment. There  was  our  particular  pet,  Ann 
Blyth,  who  arrived  with  one  arm  linked  to 
new  acting  discovery,  Palmer  Lee,  who 
could  be  a  new  romance.  The  other  arm 
carried  her  magnificent  new  mink  cape 
and  her  delightful  face  was  framed  in  a 
hat  that  just  wouldn't  stop.  (Hedda  Hop- 
per will  pay  her  plenty  for  that  chapeau 
when  Ann  is  through  with  it.)  Then, 
Jeanne  Grain,  in  a  white  beaded  dress  with 
a  feathered  picture  hat.  She  stopped  the 
party  cold  for  at  least  a  minute  and  a  half 
and  caused  Don  Taylor  to  take  his  eyes' 
away  from  the  ever-charming  Mrs.  T.  long 
enough  to  exclaim,  "I  don't  believe  it!"  (If 
we  misquote  you,  Don,  see  you  next  year 
and  we'll  straighten  it  out.) 

Co  the  band  played  on,  flowing  like  cham- 
~,  Pagne,  right  up  to  the  several  wonder- 
ful climaxes  of  the  evening,  one  of  which 
occurred  when  Janet  Leigh  and  Tony 
Curtis,  both  among  the  Ten  Most  Popular 
Favorites  of  the  year,  showed  up  to  accept 
the  All-Time  Comedy  Favorites  Award  for 
Dean  Martin  and  Jerry  Lewis,  who  were 
keeping  the  public  hysterical  on  a  personal 
appearance  tour. 

"Aha!"  Janet  exclaimed  into  the  radio 
microphone,  "this  is  a  great  opportunity. 
We  can  lose  those  guys  right  now." 

"Sure  thing,"  Tony  agreed.    "This  is  as 

g°°  n  £lme  as  ^  to  a  few  mhiutes 

to  tell  the  world  about  our  co-starring  pic- 
ture, Houdini."  But  they  didn't  do  that 
Instead,  they  said  so  many  good  things 
about  America's  favorite  idiots  that  there 
isn  t  room  to  print  them  here.  (And  speak- 
ing of  idiots,  Tony  was  limping  from  an  ac- 
cident received  on  the  set.  Some  column- 
ist reported  that  Janet  had  kicked  him  un- 
der the  table.   No  truth  to  this,  though.) 

Well,  that's  rumor  for  you.  Rumor  us- 
ually starts  with  beautiful  women.  Per- 
haps that's  why,  because  Marilyn  appeared 
alone  at  the  party,  people  got  the  idea  that 
she  and  Joe  DiMaggio  had  busted  up.  The 
truth  was  that  Joe  wasn't  ready  yet  to 
make  his  first  big  public  splash  with  Mar- 
ilyn. 

Marilyn,  however,  made  plenty  of  splash 
on  her  own.  When  she  was  interviewed 
on  the  air  by  Jim  McCulla,  she  matched 
him  quip  for  quip  as  she  accepted  her  Most 
Popular  New  Star  Award.  And  because  a 
party  has  to  end  somewhere,  we  conclude 
this  report  with  Jim  asking  Marilyn,  "Do 
gentlemen  prefer  blondes?" 

Marilyn  staggered  the  commentator  with 
her  famous  look  and  replied,  lazilv,  "Gosh 
Jim,  I  HOPE  SO!"  END  67 


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■  Nancy  Olson,  appearing  in  the 
Wayne-Fellows  production  Big  Jim 
McLain  released  by  Warner 
Brothers,  co-starring  John  Wayne, 
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in  blue.  Nitie,  32  to  42,  about  $7. 
Slip,  32  to  42,  about  $5. 
Petticoat,  small,  medium  or  large, 
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Jimmy  Stewart — in  a  Stardust 
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dramatically  styled  and 
trimmed  with  embroidered 
nylon  sheer  and  nylon  net. 
Gown  (and  shortie  gown,  not 
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40  (shortie  gown,  S.M.L.). 
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Chicago,  III. — Weiboldt's 
Denver,  Colo. — Denver  Dry  Goods 
Evanston,  III. — Lord's 
Ft.  Smith,  Ark.— Hunt  Dry  Goods  Co. 
Hazelton,  Pa. — P.  Diesroth  Sons 
Houston,  Texas — Krupp  &  Tuffly 
Jacksonville,  Fla. — Levy's 
Lincoln,  Neb. — Gold  &  Co. 
Los  Angeles,  Calif. — Bullock's 
Memphis,  Tenn. — B.  Lowenstein 
New  Bedford,  Mass. — Cherry  &  Co. 
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Plainfield,  N.  J. — Rosenbaum 
Portland,  Oregon — Meier  &  Frank 
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D  is  for  daddy 

(Continued  from  page  56)  they  stare 
glassy-eyed  at  the  TV.  But  at  other  times, 
in  the  grip  of  the  enthusiasm  that  ener- 
gizes all  new  home  owners,  they  stalk 
about  their  property  and  marvel  at  their 
accomplishments  and  fall  in  love  with  the 
place  all  over  again.  It  is  then  that  they 
stand  at  the  huge  window — that  is  two 
glass  walls  of  the  living  room — and  look 
down  at  the  million  lights  of  the  city 
far  beneath,  and  with  arms  about  one  an- 
other grin  at  their  handiwork  and  frustra- 
tions alike  and  contemplate  happily  the 
certain  joys  of  the  future  ther,e  on  their 
mountain  top. 

There  is  no  doorbell.  Attention  is 
gained  by  knuckling  the  heavy  front  door. 
Michael  Wilding  greeted  me  dressed  in 
a  pair  of  faded  blue  jeans,  moccasins  and 
a  casual  sport  shirt.  He  ushered  me  to  the 
lone  sofa  and  handed  me  a  tall  cool  glass 
of  iced  tea.  Elizabeth  Taylor  Wilding  came 
in  a  moment  later  and  she  was  a  sight  to 
behold.  I  have  no  talent  for  describing 
fashions,  but  she  wore  a  pair  of  clinging 
corduroy  trousers  and  a  short  jacket  ^of 
the  same  material,  trimmed  and  lined  with 
checkered  satin.  She  carried  herself  with 
the  regal  poise  of  all  young  mothers.  Preg- 
nancy has  not  altered  her  beauty.  Her 
full  mouth  was  as  mobile  as  ever  and  as 
quick  to  smile.  Her  huge  violet  eyes  were 
as  bright,  her  exquisite  complexion  as  fair 
as  when  I  had  seen  her  last.  She  wore  her 
hair  cut  like  an  urchin,  with  wispy  strands 
caressing  her  forehead  and  the  back  of 
her  neck.  As  she  strutted  about  the  room 
she  looked  like  an  expensive  doll  that 
might  be  seen  in  a  Fifth  Avenue  shop 
window.  • 

The  purpose  of  the  call  was,  of  course, 
to  talk  about  the  coming  baby,  but,  as  we 
sat  there  talking,  it  suddenly  developed 
into  a  briefing  session.  I  observed  that  to 
Michael  Wilding  the  birth  of  his  child 
was  an  event  bristling  with  possibilities 
of  disaster.  Not  tragedy,  but  minor  disaster 
that  added  up  could  muddle  things  in- 
tolerably. 

There  is  an  old  joke,  still  cackled  over 
in  country  territory,  that  goes  some- 
thing like  this:  A  gentleman,  calling  on 
a  lady  who  lived  in  a  fourth  floor  apart- 
ment, melted  a  few  too  many  ice  cubes. 
As  he  was  leaving,  he  mistook  a  pair  of 
French  doors  for  the  main  entrance — and 
seconds  later  was  picking  himself  off  the 
sidewalk  below.  There  he  encountered  an 
acquaintance  who  confessed  that  he,  too, 
was  about  to  call  on  the  same  young  lady. 
"Then  I  am  in  a  position  to  give  you  some 
advice,"  said  the  near-casualty.  "When 
you  leave,  watch  that  first  step.  It's  a  Lulu!" 

Someone,  somewhere  at  sometime  must 
have  convinced  Michael  Wilding  that  the 
first  step  in  the  raising  of  a  family  is  a 
Lulu,  for  he  approaches  the  date  with 
extreme  anxiety.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  he 
prepares  for  it  very  much  in  the  manner 
of  the  classic  caricature  of  a  moving  pic- 
ture father-to-be.  He  doesn't  actually 
spoon-feed  Elizabeth  or  help  her  in  and 
out  of  chairs,  but  he  views  her  every  un- 
expected move  with  alarm.  And  her  oft- 
said,  "Now  really,  Michael,  I'm  all  right!" 
is  taken  with  a  grain  of  salt. 

It  has  been  a  smug  practice  for  ages  for 
other  -people  to  smile  slyly  at  a  man's 
concern  at  the  time  of  birth.  He  has  been 
depicted  in  cartoons  and  on  film  trembling 
like  a  thief  at  a  convention  of  detectives. 
He  has  been  lampooned  as  a  dolt  who,  in 
time  of  stress,  pulls  his  trousers  on  over 
his  pajamas  and  races  to  the  hospital  alone, 
unaware  that  his  wife  is  still  casually 
packing  at  home.  He  has  been  pictured  as 
a  fool  with  an  active  passion  for  pulling 


on  the  lapels  of  obstetrical  physicians 
while  he  pleads  for  assurance  that  the 
little  lady  is  going  to  pull  through.  The 
mildest  canard  is  that  he  is  a  nimble  idiot 
who  can  smoke  an  entire  package  of  ciga- 
rettes at  one  time  in  the  narrow  area  of 
that  comedy  institution,  the  Fathers'  Room. 

Well,  none  of  these  caricatures  will  fit 
Michael  Wilding  on  The  Day.  He  has  seen 
to  all  eventualities.  Not  like  a  floundering 
simpleton,  but  like  a  man  quite  aware 
of  what  can  happen  if  even  the  smallest 
detail  is  left  to  chance. 

There  is  a  hazardous  distance  of  some 
ten  miles  between  the  Wilding  home  and 
the  hospital  in  Santa  Monica  where  the 
child  is  to  be  born.  It  has  been  thoroughly 
reconnoitered.  Trial  runs  have  been  made 
in  both  the  Wilding  cars,  Elizabeth's  Cad- 
illac and  Michael's  Jaguar.  At  the  present 
time  Elizabeth  makes  it  more  quickly  and 
with  less  effort  in  her  car. 

According  to  the  plan  I  listened  to,  at 
the  first  sign  of  a  suspect  pang,  the  ob- 
stetrician— who  has  been  requested  to  keep 
in  touch  during  the  last  month — will  be 
calmly  called  and  the  nature,  extent  and 
area  of  the  discomfort  will  be  described 
to  him  in  a  matter-of-fact  tone.  No  hys- 
teria. If,  as  is  to  be  expected,  the  doctor 
considers  it  nothing  more  than  a  bit  of 
dinner  salmon,  the  Wildings  will  return  to 
bed  and  to  sleep. 

Upon  the  occasion  of  the  real  thing — and 


Exclusive  to  Modern  Screen:  Artist  Michael 
Wilding's  conception  of  his  future  son  or 
daughter.  Mother-to-be  Liz  had  "no  comment." 

the  Wildings  plan  to  trust  to  the  ob- 
stetrician's instincts  on  this — there  will  be 
an  orderly  but  speedy  preparation  for  de- 
parture. A  bag,  containing  the  needs  of 
the  mother  in  the  hospital,  will,  of  course, 
be  packed  and  placed  near  the  front  door 
well  in  advance  of  The  Day.  Michael  and 
Elizabeth  figure  it  will  attract  no  more 
attention  than  an  occasional  "What's  that?" 
There  will  be  no  getting  into  the  wrong 
things.  Although  Michael  has  never  been 
in  a  fire  house,  his  clothing  will  be  ar- 
ranged so  that  he  can  slip  into  his  most 
important  garments  with  no  waste  of  time 
or  energy — much  like  a  fire-fighter,  who 
can  leap  from  a  sound  sleep  in  his  shorts 
to  a  fully-dressed  thud  at  the  bottom  of  a 
brass  pole  in  60  seconds. 

Although  completely  inexperienced  in 
the  business  of  fatherhood,  Michael 
Wilding  is,  of  course,  fully  aware  that  a 
long-legged  bird  is  not  going  to  flap  onto 
his  chimney  some  night  and  drop  his  heir 
into  his  waiting  arms.  He  knows  that 
getting  his  wife  to  the  proper  place  of 
arrival  is  his  responsibility,  and  that  trans- 
portaton  over  that  hazardous  ten  miles 
must  be  arranged  with  the  closest  atten- 
tion to  detail.  Altogether  too  many  chil- 
dren mix  their  first  angry  cry  with  the 
unmusical  click  of  a  taxi  meter;  and 
policemen  are  delivering  as  many  babies 
in  some  localities  as  doctors. 


The  Beverly  Hills  Police  Department 
has  been  alerted  and  has  agreed  to  pro- 
vide an  escort,  complete  with  sirens  to 
terrify  all  non-expecting  motorists  out  of 
the  way,  to  the  hospital.  With  this  assist- 
ance Michael  figures  he  can  get  Elizabeth 
into  the  maternity  quarters  almost  as  fast 
as  if  he  lived  next  door.  The  method  of 
summoning  the  coppers  will  probably  have 
to  be  by  telephone,  although  there  is  the 
hazard  there  of  wrong  numbers,  fingers 
stuck  in  dials  and  operators  who,  in  emer- 
gencies, can't  speak  English.  A  flare  might 
do  the  trick,  but  then  the  men  on  the  desk 
watch  at  the  Beverly  Hills  Police  station 
would  be  required  to  keep  their  eyes  peeled 
to  the  north  sky  all  during  the  month  of 
January.  Too  risky. 

Elizabeth  made  a  suggestion  during 
the  briefing  that  they  drive  sanely  down 
the  mountain  and  pick  up  the  escort  at 
the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel.  This  may  be 
adopted. 

Another  thing  that  Michael  Wilding  is 
cognizant  of  is  that  babies  born  in  hos- 
pitals sometimes  get  mixed  up.  He  re- 
members reading  somewhere  that  it  hap- 
pened right  in  Los  Angeles  about  1936. 
"A  man  takes  an  awful  chance,"  he  said. 
"They  put  a  lot  of  them  in  back  of  that 
glassed-in  pen  in  little  cribs,  and  the 
Lord  knows  how  they  keep  track  of  who 
they  belong  to.  No  sense  in  taking  a  chance 
on  that,  is  there?" 

In  order  to  avoid  this  possibility,  the 
Wildings  have  already  engaged  two  rooms 
at  the  hospital  with  a  door  between,  so 
that  either  Michael  or  Elizabeth  can  keep 
an  eye  on  the  tot  from  the  time  it  is  de- 
livered until  they  take  it  home.  He  has 
been  assured  by  his  wife's  doctor,  the  hos- 
pital staff  and  most  of  his  friends  that  the 
babies  are  footprinted  immediately  after 
birth,  tagged  with  identification  beads  and 
never  out  of  the  sight  of  a  wary  nurse  un- 
til they  have  been  settled  in  their  own 
marked  crib  But  he  doesn't  trust  the  sys- 
tem. And  he  and  Elizabeth  both  excuse 
the  other  room  and  the  special  nurses  re- 
quired on  the  grounds  that  in  this  way 
they  will  be  able  to  see  their  first  born 
at  any  time,  and  that  Michael  will  not 
have  to  observe  regular  visiting  hours  and 
press  his  nose  against  a  pane  of  glass  to 
get  a  peek  at  his  offspring. 


Beyond  ushering  Elizabeth  through  the 
hospital  doors  and  into  a  room  where 
she  will  be  in  competent  hands,  Michael 
has  no  definite  plans.  He  feels  that  when 
this  has  been  done  his  duties  as  a  pre- 
father  will  have  been  discharged.  His 
only  obligation  from  that  point  forward 
will  be  to  see  that  the  doctor  is  kept  awake 
and  aware  of  the  importance  of  the  oc- 
casion, and  that  the  nurses  remember 
they  are  disciples  of  Florence  Nightingale 
and  spare  Elizabeth  all  possible  discom- 
fort. 

No  one  has  had  the  heart,  apparently,  to 
tell  him  about  the  hours  of  waiting.  He 
has  not  been  briefed  on  the  Fathers' 
Room.  Well,  having  been  there,  I  can  tell 
him  about  that. 

When  Elizabeth  has  been  taken  beyond 
the  one-way  door  that  leads  to  the  alien  * 
area  of  the  maternity  ward — a  place  which!* 
no  male  without  an  MD  tacked  on  his 
name  may  enter — his  usefulness  in  the  jjs 
matter  at  hand  will  have  ended.  He  will  J™ 
be  treated  like  an  old  lover,  abandoned 
and  forgotten.  He  will  be  ignored  by  all 
members  of  the  hospital  staff,  who  will 
brush  past  him  in  the  halls  as  though  hefty 
didn't  exist. 

After  a  few  hours  of  pacing  a  rubber-  <t 
tiled  floor  like  a  wraith,  he  will  be  drawn, 
as  though  by  a  magnet,  to  the  Fathers'!^ 
Room,  Here  he  will  find  his  own  kind,  wan. 
skeptical,  harried  men  to  whom  the  sound 
of  each  footfall  is  the  tread  of  approach- it 


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ing  doom.  Among  these  poor  creatures,  who 
generally  assemble  in  coveys  of  half-a- 
dozen  or  so,  he  will  find  a  cross-section  of 
life,,  although  they  are  gauged  differently 
than  men  on  the  "outside."  There  will  be 
silent,  pale-faced  men,  crying  men,  faint- 
ing men  and  occasionally  stony-faced 
unconcerned  men.  These  latter  are  known 
in  the  Fathers'  Room  vernacular  as  "re- 
peaters." 

Normal  social  contact  is  never  seen  in 
the  Fathers'  Room.  A  man  will  shout  a 
vital  question  at  another— and  then  turn 
away  and  be  deep  in  another  dismal  dream 
before  the  answer  is  given.  A  continual 
contest  is  in  progress.  "Eighteen  hours!" 
2?£  wlU,cry  in  triumph.  "I've  been  here 
36!  another  will  chortle  in  pitiful  victory 
Watches  are  consulted  every  few  min- 
utes. And  each  time  anything  white  passes 
the  door,  there  are  exclamations  of 
Nurse!  .  .  .  Nurse!  .  .  .  Doctor!  .  Or- 
derly! .  .  .  Nurse!  .  .  .  Doctor!  .  .  ."  etc.  But 
no  one  on  the  other  side  ever  pays  any 
attention. 

Whenever  the  activities  in  the  Fathers' 
Room  die  down  and  the  waiting  occupants 
faces  hidden  in  clouds  of  tobacco  smoke 
settle  down  and  it  looks  as  though  the 
men  might  get  some  rest,  a  coldly -officious 
nurse  appears  in  the  doorway.  "Mr  Aber- 
nathy?"  she  asks.  When  Abernathy  stag- 
gers to-  his  feet,  she  says  matter-of-factly, 
■Your  wife  has  just  given  birth  to  a  fine 
baby  boy  (girl)  and  they're  both  doing 
well.  When  Abernathy  has  been  revived 
md  removed  the  panic  settles  on  the  room 
again  until  the  next  announcement  is 
nade. 

Michael  Wilding  has  made  all  the  prop- 
;r  preparations,  but  no  man  can  steel  him- 


self for  the  ordeal  of  waiting,  nor  plan  his 
activities  during  the  fretful  last  hours  of 
his  wife's  confinement. 

HP  he  best  calculations  at  the  moment  place 
~~  the  time  of  the  birth  of  Elizabeth  Taylor 
Wilding's  baby  in  January,  but  Nature, 
that  shifty  one,  has  been  known  to  cross 
up  even  fathers  and  magazine  writers,  so 
there  is  a  possibility  that  when  this  piece 
is  read  the  child  will  have  been  born,  and 
already  happily  at  home  in  its  large, 
canary-colored  room,  with  lots  of  no-draft 
windows.  It  will  sleep  in  a  crib  fit  for  a 
prince  or  princess  and  spend  its  waking 
hours  absorbing  the  warmth  and  the  love 
and  the  fun  that  fills  the  Wilding  home 
There  will  be  nothing  but  the  best  in  the 
way  of  accoutrements,  for  although  an 
infant's  wants  are  few,  they  require  crea- 
ture comforts  like  the  rest  of  us— and  re- 
spond with  even  tempers  and  good  health 
to  the  care  they  are  given. 

There  is  already  quite  a  stock  of  neces- 
sities about,  such  as  diapers  and  small 
gowns  and  rattles.  Some  of  them  were 
brought  home  by  Michael  who,  along  with 
Geary  Steffen,  was  given  a  shower  by 
his  friend  Spike  Jones  some  time  ago.  The 
presents  were  to  be  gags  but  they  in- 
cluded, as  well  as  diapers  galore,  a  high 
chair  and  other  bits  of  child  furniture. 
Michael  was  quite  proud  of  his  take  that 
night  when  Elizabeth  came  to  pick  him  up, 
as  did  the  other  wives  of  the  husbands 
attending.  He  glowed  like  a  man  who  had 
won  a  raffle. 

Over  in  a  corner  of  Michael  and  Eliz- 
abeth's room  there  is  a  growing  stack  of 
books  which  give  advice  on  the  care  and 
growth  of  babies.  They  are  rather  dog- 


eared already,  and  the  reading  of  them 
has  resulted  in  some  really  important  dis- 
cussions between  the  parents. 

"Now  you  take  walking,"  said  Michael 
one  night.  "That's  a  bit  of  a  problem,  isn't 
it?" 

"All  babies  do  it  eventually,"  said  Liz. 

"I  suppose  you're  right,"  said  Michael 
turning  a  page. 

There  is  nothing  facetious  in  all  these 
things  written  here.  It  is  a  dead  serious 
time  in  a  father's  life.  A  man  doesn't  have 
a  baby  every  day — and  Michael  Wilding, 
for  all  his  wit  and  humor,  for  all  his  in- 
experienced preparations,  is  a  man  who 
take?  serious  things  seriously.  If  his 
plotting  seems  strange  to  you,  it  is  just 
because,  like  the  rest  pf  us,  you  find  com- 
edy in  fatherhood  and  a  joke  in  such 
situations  because  you  already  know — and 
he  doesn't — that  everything  is  going  to  be 
all  right. 

TV"  ext  year  will  tell  the  tale.  I'd  like  to 
drive  up  that  mountain  again  and  get 
a  look  at  the  three  of  them.  Maybe  the 
house  will  be  finished  by  then.  They'll  be 
standing  at  dusk  before  the  big  glass 
window.  The  beautiful  mother,  the  hand- 
some father,  and  the  son — or  daughter — 
looking  down  upon  the  city  as  the  lights 
blink  on  and  fill  the  child's  eyes  with 
magic.  The  three  of  them,  holding  hands 
together— the  terror  of  the  birth  of  the 
first  child  well  behind  them — surrounded 
by  the  warmth  that  is  the  word  Family. 
Yes,  I'd  like  to  ride  up  there  and  see  that. 

END 

(Elizabeth  Taylor  can  be  seen  in  MGM's 
The  Girl  Who  Had  Everything.) 


laily  double 


Continued  from  page  48)  a  day.  We  did 
tve  in  New  York!" 

"Not  five  like  this,  we  didn't,"  he  glow- 
red  at  her.  "So  eat  that  steak,  drink  that 
range  juice  and  glucose,  and  as  soon  as 
ts  all  down  you  lie  down  and  get  some 
est,  or.  ..." 

Betty  did  as  she  was  told. 

Further  down  the  street,  in  a  pub  near 
tie  Palladium,  two  casually  tweeded  gen- 
lemen  of  the  press  decided  to  have  an- 
ther pint  of  bitter  each,  and  have  another 
o  at  it, 

"Whatever  can  we  say,  old  man?"  asked 
ne  deadline  sprinter  of  the  other. 

^'That  she  was  wonderful,  of  course." 

"Can't  say  that,  it's  meaningless.  We've 
lid  it  about  'Star  Turns'  before.  They 
'ere  wonderful,  but  Betty  Hutton  is 
iperb. 

"Superb  is  no  good;  sounds  as  if  we 
'ere  reviewing  Dame  Sybil  Thorndyke." 

"But  what  can  we  write?  She  thrilled 
te,  you  know,  but  no  one  will  ever 
elieve  that  we  actually  mean  to  say 
drilling.'  One  must  see  Miss  Hutton's 
srformance  to  believe  that  a  variety  turn 
in  be  so  emotional  an  experience." 

The  first  newsman  reluctantly  put  down 
is  mug.  "Well,  I've  got  to  hop  it  back  to 
le  office.  I  shall  just  have  to  give  the 
sung  lady  one  of  our  ratings.  Our  top  is 
iree  stars,  so  I'll  give  her  four.  But  it  still 
on't  tell  people  how  wonderful,  terrific, 
iperb  and  thrilling  she  was  tonight." 
That's  pretty  strong  talk  for  a  reserved 
ritisher,  but  it  was  pretty  strong  stuff 
at  brought  it  on,  for  they'd  just  wit- 
issed  a  show  that  went  like  this: 
After  more  than  an  hour  of  singing 
feet  and  hot,  dancing  straight  and  for 
ughs,  Betty  took  to  her  trapeze  and 
oved  once  and  for  all  that  it's  all  true 


about  her  having  done  her  own  high  fly- 
ing for  The  Greatest  Shew  On  Earth.  This 
part  was  her  finale,  an  exhibition  that  lit- 
erally took  the  curl  out  of  her  hair,  and 
figuratively  that  of  everyone  who  saw  it. 

The  audience  had  been  extremely  well 
impressed  by  the  typical  Hutton  antics 
that  had  gone  on  before;  they'd  had  their 
money's  worth,  and  were  more  than  satis- 
fied as  Betty  swung,  looped,  and  hung  up- 
side down  and  inside  out  over  their  heads. 
Their  palms  were  ready  to  tear  the  house 
down  with  applause,  when  Betty  suddenly 
plunged  down,  and  with  a  snap  that 
looked  like  a  bone-cracker,  was  stopped 
from  falling  into  their  midst  by  a  small 
rope  around  her  ankle. 

The  audience  gasped  with  horror.  Not 
believing  that  such  a  famous  star  would 
take  unnecessary  risks  to  top  an  un- 
topable  show,  they  believed  they  were 
eyewitnesses  to  a  terrible  accident.  Then 
she  smiled,  and  slipped  down  to  the  stage. 

They  exploded  with  thunderous  cheers. 
Betty  gulped  for  air,  almost  choking  on 
her  involuntary  sobs  as  she  bowed  and 
threw  kisses.  Only  "God  Save  The  Queen" 
quieted  the  scene.  Then  with  the  curtain 
down,  hiding  her  from  view,  Betty  Hutton 
walked  rigidly  offstage,  her  knees  locked 
with  every  step  until  the  tension  in  her 
muscles  relaxed. 

Cmall  wonder  that  the  press  exploded 
Y  the  next  morning  with  quotes  like: 
"What  a  display  of  courage!"  "Miss  Hut- 
ton has  put  an  end  to  'best  since  Danny 
Kaye.' "  A  third  read,  "She's  a  nice  girl, 
clean,  and  wholesome.  Definitely  no  red 
hot  mama.  A  real  darling!" 

Everyone  agreed  that  the  human  jet  was 
much  improved  over  her  1948  appearance. 
She  was  a  sensation  then,  if  one  happened 
to  like  "Bang,  Boom  and  Bounce,"  but  this 
time,  with  her  fresh  poise  and  assurance, 
it's  a  different  story.  All  London  has 
raised  its  derby  to  a  trouper  with  talent, 


high  gloss  of  professionalism,  guts,  pathos, 
humor  and  beauty. 

What  this  means  is  that  Betty,  by  suc- 
ceeding in  vaudeville,  which  she  considers 
the  prime  barometer  of  show  business, 
has  finally  won  her  spurs.  From  now  on 
she  is  a  star  in  its  fullest  meaning.  Be- 
fore the  big  leap,  neither  she  nor  Charlie 
O'Curran  were  sure  of  what  would  hap- 
pen, but  they  had  the  courage  to  make 
a  try. 

If  you  remember,  the  stakes  were  for  all 
or  nothing.  Happily  the  decision  is  in, 
and  all  on  their  side.  They  won  hands 
down. 

"It  wasn't  so  hard  with  Genius  at  my 
side,"  says  the  blonde,  hugging  her  groom. 

There's  no  need  now  to  worry  about 
losing  the  one  thing  in  the  world  she 
really  owned,  her  house.  No  need  for 
Charlie  to  wonder  if  he  did  right  in  giv- 
ing up  his  contract  at  Paramount.  No  sir. 
No  need  to  worry  about  anything  but 
their  health. 

This  last  point  is,  however,  one  to  con- 
sider seriously.  Having  had  one  breakdown 
since  her  opening,  it  is  no  wonder  that 
Charlie  watches  Betty  like  a  combination 
doctor,  coach,  and  mother  hen. 

They  arrived  in  England  scarcely  two 
months  after  her  last  throat  operation, 
and  she  was  not,  needless  to  say,  at  her 
very  strongest.  She  actually  looked  a  bit 
peaked,  but  since  time  is  money  now  that 
they're  free-lancers,  they  had  to  get  the 
show  on  the  road.  And  a  tough,  exciting, 
demanding  show  it  is. 

Even  a  completely  healthy  girl  might 
understandably  feel  dizzy  from  such  phys- 
ical effort,  so  it  was  almost  to  be  expected 
that  one  so  recently  under  the  surgeon's 
knife  would  reel  and  sway  and  nearly  fall. 

This  is  exactly  what  happened  one  per- 
formance. Seeing  all  was  not  as  it  should 
have  been,  Betty's  mother  screamed.  The 
crowd,  knowing  then  about  the  stunt  fall, 
thought  it  was  part  of  the  act,  and  took  it  75 


as  such  until  Betty  was  helped  down  and 
stepped  forward  to  apologize  in  a  weak 
little  voice. 

The  doctor  called  it  flu  and  ordered  her 
to  bed  where  she  stayed  for  only  one  day. 
She'd  missed  the  first  performance  of  her 
life  and  she  didn't  like  it.  Frankie  Laine, 
who  had  bought  tickets  to  see  her,  filled  in 
for  her  instead. 

"He  was  swell,  and  I'm  grateful  to  him, 
but  the  people  expect  to  see  me,  don't 
they,"  she  croaked  from  her  bed.  So  back 
she  went,  still  pretty  wobbly.  "And  they're 
going  to  see  it  all." 

In  addition  to  orders  from  her  doctor, 
pleadings  from  her  husband,  her  mother 
and  even  her  manager,  she  received  50  tele- 
grams, all  to  the  same  effect.  "Cut  the 
trapeze.  It  isn't  worth  the  risk,"  they 
said.  As  the  head  of  an  official  delega- 
tion, the  president  of  her  Paddington  fan 
club  went  around  and  told  her  the  show 
was  good  enough;  and  that  the  members 
did  not  want  to  lose  their  star,  so  please 
stick  to  singing  and  dancing.  Betty's  an- 
swer was  typically  Hutton.  "Well,  thats 
very  sweet,  and  I  appreciate  it.  But  I'm 
not  promisin'  anything  except  that  I'm 
rarin'  to  go." 

The  day  she  returned  to  the  act,  no  one, 
possibly  not  even  Betty  herself,  knew 
what  she  intended  doing  about  the  finale. 
It  was  a  real-life  enactment  of  the  crucial 
scene  from  any  number  .of  the  pictures 
she's  made.  In  her  own  direct  way  she 
stepped  to  the  edge  of  the  blazing  stage. 

"I  have  an  apology  to  make  to  you  peo- 
ple," she  said,  peering  out  into  the  black- 
ness. "I  haven't  been  feelin'  so  hot.  I 
might  have  to  take  a  flyin'  run  into  the 
wings  .  .  .  and  if  that  happens  I  hope  you 
will  forgive  me.  I  want  to  give  you  a 
great  show,  but  I  might  make  mistakes. 
So.  .  .  .  Well,  bear  with  me,  will  you?" 

And  then,  making  the  atom  bomb  look 
like  the  convalescent,  she  proceeded  to 
give  them  the  best  show  yet.  At  one 
point,  she  put  her  foot  through  the 
piano,  and  sure  enough,  finished  with  the 
trapeze. 

A  new  set  of  reviews  blossomed  next 
day.  Her  "return"  was  greeted  with  the 
enthusiasm  usually  reserved  for  the  Royal 
Navy  after  an  especially  difficult  bout 
with  the  enemy.  Betty  and  her  trapeze 
had  become  nearly  as  important  as  the 
changing  of  the  guards. 

So  much  had  her  courage  impressed 
the  British  that  when  ex-Prime  Minister 
Clement  Atlee  pulled  an  unusually  darmg 
political  feat  a  few  days  later,  the  head- 
lines referred  to  it  as  "A  Betty  Hutton. 
A  new  expression  for  something  brave  and 
risky  has  passed  into  the  Queen's  English. 

Two  things  favored  a  reception  warmer 
than  her  last.  Firstly,  Londoners,  no  mat- 
ter how  eager  for  a  star's  visit,  are  cau- 
tious the  first  time.  Not  only  that— in 
1948  Betty  was  a  pretty  strange  pill  for 
them  to  swallow.  "An  acquired  taste,  like 
mushrooms,"  someone  had  said  then.  She 
impressed  them,  but  she  failed  to  touch 
their  hearts  as  had,  for  instance,  Danny 
Kaye.  „ 

But  this  year,  she  didn't  just  come  to 
London.  She  "came  back"  ...  a  vast  dif- 
ference. Even  better,  she  was  greatly 
subdued  and  infinitely  more  charming  and 
appealing.  Also  there  is  that  love  light  in. 
her  eyes,  and  he  who  says  an  Englishman 
can't  appreciate  that  sort  of  thing  as  well 
as  any  Latin  just  doesn't  know  England. 

Soon  after  their  fabulous  opening  the 
O'Currans  invited  a  few  people  up  to 
celebrate.  Someone  asked  Charlie  if  he 
found  living  with  a  girl  who  daily  breaks 
through  the  sound  barrier  more  than 
somewhat  nervewracking. 

"Oh  no,  'cause  when  I  tell  her  to  pipe 
76  down,  she  pipes  down!"  He  pounded  the 


arm  of  the  chair  he  was  sitting  in,  with 
his  bride  on  his  lap.  "No,  sir.  Life  with 
the  Lambchop  isn't  all  slam,  bang,  scream, 
and  yell.  The  operation  gave  me  a  spell 
of  peace.  Only  thing  is  that  now  she  can 
holler  twice  as  effectively." 

Betty  nodded,  then  added,  "But  I  wont 
unless  absolutely  necessary.  We  must  con- 
serve our  professional  resources,  so  you 
do  the  hollering  for  me."  She  squeezed 
his  arm  and  snuggled  deeper  into  his  lap. 
"You  know,  this  guy  is  awfully  active.  I 
can  hardly  keep  up  with  him."  Her  eyes 
drooped  sleepily  and  Charlie  had  to  prop 
her  to  her  feet  so  she  could  say  good 
night  like  a  little  lady. 

Mr.  O'Curran  rates  high  with  Lindsay 
and  Candice,  too.  At  least  such  would  be 
the  case  judging  by  what  they  said  to 
their  father  recently  when  he  asked  if 
they  loved  him.  "Yes,  Daddy,  we  love 
you;  but  we  love  Charlie,  too." 

Betty  was  supposed  to  have  been  pretty 
bossy  in  her  previous  marriage.  She 
is  supposed  to  have  refused  to  let  Ted 
Briskin  have  even  a  small  part  of  the  say 
that  Charlie  gets.  A  friend  explains  it 
this  way:  "Briskin  wasn't  the  least  in- 
terested in  show  business.  He  just  wanted 
to  boss,  with  no  special  aim  in  view.  So 
rather  than  let  him  get  everything  hope- 
lessly balled  up,  Betty  put  her  foot  down 
in  the  beginning.  She'll  tell  you  that  it 
means  everything  to  her  to  be  able  to 
have    someone    constantly   around  with 

Overheard  in  the  Mocambe  powder 
room:  "How  do  I  know  she  writes 
her  own  fan  mail?  Didja"  ever 
notice  the  spelling?" 

Mike  Connelly 

whom  she  can  talk  show  business.  She 
loves  it  and  she  has  to  have  a  husband 
who  loves  it,  too."  A-VA, 
Betty  agrees  very  willingly  with  this 
diagnosis.  "Ted  was  a  nice  guy,  all  right, 
but  he  made  cameras,  and  since  I  dont 
know  anything  about  cameras  we  used  to 
be  pretty  stuck  for  conversation." 

So  it  wasn't  true  that  Betty  had  to  run 
things  for  the  sake  of  being  boss.  Nor  is 
it  true  that  love  is  currently  blinding  her 
reason.  Unless  all  this  present  success  is 
only  a  happy  blunder. 

The  new  Mrs.  O'C.  had  long  talked  up 
Charlie's  abilities  as  a  producer,  but  no 
one  in  Hollywood  would  take  her  very 
seriously,  if  at  all.  When  she  told  Para- 
mount she'd  stay  with  them  only  if  they 
made  him  a  full  director,  they  thought  him 
so  inadequate  they  decided  to  lose  her 
rather  than  risk  him.  But  now,  merely  on 
the  basis  of  the  team's  first  ventures,  even 
a  Paramount  executive  has  to  admit  that 
O'Curran  has  what  it  takes. 

Right  after  New  York  handed  them  its 
favorable  verdict  Betty  screamed  to  all 
the  world,  "What'd  I  tell  you?  My  man! 
My  boss!"  From  her  point  of  view,  the 
entire  credit  is  due  him,  that  is,  unless 
someone  else  says  so.  Then  maybe  a  tiny 
touch  of  ham  in  her  shows  with  a  pink 
flush  around  the  hairline  and  a  small 
pucker  between  the  brows. 

Strictly  from  a  production  point  of  view, 
the  slide-rule  perfect  show  is  his  all  right. 
For  example,  there  is  one  place  in  it 
where  Betty  uses  black  face.  Burnt  cork 
takes  a  long  time  to  apply,  and  a  longer 
time  to  remove.  Since  she  has  to  make 
seven  costume  changes  in  full  view  of  the 
audience,  a  lesser  idea  man  would  have 
decided  to  sacrifice  the  number.  But  not 
our  Charles.  He  up  and  invented  a  choc- 
olate colored  gelatine  slide  and  his  wife  is 
lighted  into  black  face  and  out  of  it  with 
the  flick  of  a  switch. 

Telling  of  their  courtship  Betty  inad- 
vertently admits  that  solid  respect  is  at 


the  base  of  her  love  for  her  husband;  and 
in  interrupting  the  telling,  he  reveals  the 
same  thing  lies  at  the  bottom  of  his  love 
for  her.  . 

"Yeah,"  she  chuckles,  "I  guess  you  could 
call  me  smug.  Look  what  I  got.  He's  not 
higher  up  than  me,  but  he  weighs  168, 
and  that's  not  petite.  Another  thing,  he  s 
not  prepared  to  take  a  walk,  and  hell 
never  take  second  billing." 

She  was  harking  back  to  her  famous 
remark  made  in  the  hopeless  despair  of 
ever  finding  a  man  who  could  handle  her, 
cope  with  her,  love  her,  and  look  down 
on  her  a  little. 

"I  never  would  have  guessed  he  was  for 
me  when  I  first  met  him  on  the  set.  For 
a  week  or  so  I  just  sort  of  noticed  him 
around,  and  then  after  a  routine  I  cas- 
ually asked,  'How'm  I  doin'?'  'Pretty  bad, 
dreamboat,'  he  said.  Now,  nobody  jokes 
with  me  when  I'm  concentratin'  on  a 
picture.  So  I  went  straight  to  the  bosses 
and  said,  'Fire  this  dance  director,  and 
fire  him  quick!'  They  calmed  me  down 
and  I  shut  up  for  a  while. 

"Then  a  few  weeks  later,  something  was 
wrong  with  one  of  my  exits,  and  he  kept 
buttin'  in,  sayin',  'Miss  Hutton,  if  you 
would  just  try  startin'  off  with  your  right 
foot.'  I  hated  him  deeply,  and  I  kept 
bawlin'  him  out  with  words  you  cant 
print,  and  I  guess  I  tried  that  exit  a  hun- 
dred times.  Then  I  accidentally  started 
off  with  the  right  foot,  like  he  said,  and 
it  clicked! 

"After  which,"  injects  O'Curran,  "Betty 
stepped  forward  in  front  of  about  200  peo- 
ple on  the  lot  and  said,  'Folks,  O'Curran 
has  been  right  since  nine  this  morning, 
and  I  want  to  apologize  to  him  and  to 
you.'  Whereupon,  as  you  will  understand, 
I  realized  she  was  100%  woman,  and  I 
loved  her  very  much." 

That's  how  they  started  dating. 
"He  would  try  to  smooch  in  the  car," 
she  recalls  with  a  giggle,  "and  I  would 
say,  'Please,  Mr.  O'Curran,  please.  Our 
relationship  is  strictly  business,  and  in 
any  case,  I  insist  you  get  rid  of  that  mus- 
tache!'"  (O'Curran  is  still  sporting  the 
mustache.)  "So,"  she  goes  on,  "I  went 
to  Korea  and  missed  him  something  awful. 
There  were  a  lot  of  guys  out  there.  Hand- 
some guys  with  medals  even,  and  I  asked 
myself  what  O'Curran  had  that  was  so 
special  and  then  it  hit  me.  O'Curran  was 
the  only  man  with  sex  appeal  who  could 
make  me  laugh.  They  just  didn't  come 
together  before,  and  then  I  knew  it  didn  t 
make  so  much  difference  if  I  didn't  have 
a  million  bucks  in  the  bank  after  all. 
Which  is  a  thought  that  never  entered 
my  head  before.  So  I  came  home  and 
proposed  to  him." 

"And  I  turned  her  down,"  her  groom 
continues.  "The  poor  girl  wasn't  at  all 
well,  and  I  thought  she  was  delirious. ' 

"He  never  did  accept  me,  I  had  to  kid- 
nap him,"  says  Mrs.  O'Curran,  wearing 
her  smug  pirate  look.  "First  I  called  up 
my  secretary  and  told  her  to  get  two 
tickets  to  Nevada.  We  were  having  din- 
ner at  Lucy's  across  from  the  studio.  Well, 
she  called  back  and  said  there  weren't  any 
tickets  that  night  for  anywhere  in  Nevada. 
So  I  told  her  to  charter  a  plane,  and  off 
we  went  and  got  married." 

"Amen,"  says  Charlie,  looking  like  a 
mighty  happy  kidnap  victim. 

Somewhere  about  that  time  the  steady 
change,  or  steady  progress  of  Betty's 
personality  began.  It  came  to  full  flower 
with  the  overwhelming  confirmation  of 
the  Tightness  of  the  marriage,  her  change, 
their  flight  from  previous  commitments 
the  opening  night  at  the  Palladium.  Start- 
ing when  she  made  her  decision  about 
Charlie  out  there  in  Korea,  she  has  grown 
daily  greater  as  a  woman,  and  as  a  per- 


former.  This  leads  only  to  the  conclusion 
that  O'Curran  is  the  best  thing  that  has 
ever  happened  to  Hutton. 

Most  of  the  changes  in  her  life  are  di- 
rectly or  indirectly  due  to  him.  While  she 
had  long  felt  the  studio  was  increasingly 
dictatorial,  and  didn't  know  what  to  do 
about  it,  he  gave  her  the  courage  and 
moral  support  to  break  away,  and  some- 
thing to  fall  back  on  if  she  failed.  Neither 
claims  ownership  of  the  notion  to  cut  the 
tie,  but  they  say  they  came  to  the  conclu- 
sion together,  and  it  suddenly  seemed  so 
ridiculously  simple.  Just  up  and  leave. 
They  still  wonder  why  it  hadn't  occurred 
to  them  before. 

Those  who  have  loved  Betty  Hutton  for 
years  needn't  worry,  though.  She  hasn't 
really  changed,  but  rather  seems  to  have 
grown  to  her  best  advantage.  It  was  all 
there  before,  it's  just  been  developed.  For 
instance,  Betty  has  always  had  excellent 
clothes  sense,  but  she  didn't  stand  still 
long  enough  for  anyone  to  notice.  Now 
they  do.  London  particularly  has  noted 
with  -  approval  Betty's  good  tweed  suits 
worn  with  simple  accessories  for  morn- 
ing appearances;  her  dignified  but  beauti- 
ful afternoon  clothes;  and  the  downright 
gracious  evening  costumes  she  wears  so 
charmingly.  She  launched  a  fad  there  for 
fake  pearls  all  over  everything,  and  quite 
m  spite  of  herself  has  become  a  rival  with 
Princess  Margaret  for  pace-setting  hats. 
A  London  lady  must  now  choose  between 
a  head-hugging  Princess  hat,  or  an  about- 
to-fall-off  Betty  sort  of  thing. 

Although  years  of  mistreating  her  voice 
made  what  she  calls  "an  operation  for 
corns  on  the  vocal  chords"  necessary  it 
may  well  have  been  Charlie's  common 
sense  that  led  her  to  take  the  first  sing- 
ing lessons  in  her  life.  Or  it  may  have 
been  a  good  scare  too. 

"Okay,  my  voice  wasn't  right  for  the 
Met,  she  smiles,  "but  it  was  my  bread 
and  butter,  and  for  a  while  after  the  op- 
eration there  wasn't  any  voice  at  all.  I 
i°ntumind  tellin'  you  I  was  scared.  Peo- 
ple thought  I  was  savin'  it,  but  I  tell  you 
that  for  a  few  days  it  didn't  even  exist 
Then  it  started  to  come  back,  like  a  little 
baby  s  at  first,  but  it  was  there.  I  was  so 
grateful  I  got  down  on  my  knees,  and 
promised  to  take  care  of  it  always." 

In  typical  Hutton  fashion  she  had  been 
dramatizing  every  phase  of  the  telling 
down  to  the  Jolson  finish.  Then  brightly' 
she  added  her  epilogue,  "It's  a  better  voice' 
already.  I  can  sing  a  little  higher  and  a 
little  lower  .  .  .  sorta  sexier." 

"She  means  she  used  to  be  a  whisky 
tenor,  and  now  she's  a  pink  gin  soprano," 
laughed  her  husband. 

rT hat's  how  things  looked  in  London.  And 
they  kept  on  looking  rosy.  They  took 
on-  tor  a  provincial  tour,"  Betty  bundled 
up  in  a  pair  of  pink  fur  slippers  Charlie 
had  bought  her  for  a  present.  "Pink  for 
cold"  fU1"  because  i1;'s  g°ing  to  be 

When  last  heard  from  her  press  agent 
reported  something  like  this: 

"The  tour  is  wonderful.  They're  as  big 
a  success  out  of  town  as  here  in  London 
tier  health  is  better  every  day.  Work  is 
just  a  tonic  to  her.  The  marriage  is 
perfect,  a  sock  hit.  After  the  tour  they'll 
head  for  America  and  the  biggest  Hutton- 
O  Curran  production  ...  the  baby.  Bet- 
tys scheduled  to  do  the  Sophie  Tucker 
story,  but  figures  she  can  make  it  come 
out  fine.  .      She  has  to  be  padded  to  play 

i?rue  m  the  last  sce"es  anyway 

Which  should  answer  once  and  for' all 
the  question  of  marriage  versus  career.  At 
least  for  Betty  Hutton  O'Curran,  they're 
practically  one  and  the  very  same  thing. 
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"I  puzzle  me,"  says  Ava  Gardner. 

"I'm  one  of  those  people  I  just 

can't  understand,"  she  explains,  in  this,  the 

tenth  of  Modern  Screen's  series  on  the 

art  of  living,  written  by  Hollywood's 

most  popular  stars. 


Take  my  word  for  it 


Instinct  told  me  I'd  meet  Frank  one  day 


by  AVA  GARDNER,  star  columnist  for  February 


WHEN  THE  EDITOR  of  Modern  Screen  discussed  my 
writing  this  column  he  wasn't  a  bit  helpful;  he  said 
I  could  talk  about  anything  under  the  sun.  He 
didn't  know  the  territory  was  too  big  for  me.  For 
too  long  I've  been  a  Jill  of  far  too  few  interests. 
But  one  thing  has  always  intrigued  me— people.  I 
have  always  put  them  in  two  classifications:  Those 
I  couldn't  understand,  those  I  understood  too  well. 
I'm  among  the  first  group— the  ones  who  puzzle  me. 


WHY  DO  I  FEAR  THINGS  that  my  common  sense  as- 
sures me  are  not  hurtful?  For  instance,  as  you  read 
this  I  will  very  probably  be  in  Africa  winding  up 
my  part  in  Mogambo,  much  to  the  disappointment 
of  a  lot  of  smallpox,  sleeping  sickness,  malaria,  and 
other  assorted  germs  who  will  no  doubt  have  made 
a  good  college  try  to  cut  my  career  (and  life)  short. 
That  they  will  fail  (I  hope)  will  be  mainly  due  to 
the  medics  who  inoculated  me  before  I  left  Holly- 
wood. But  how  I  would  dread  the  needle  when  it 
came  time  to  go  down  and  take  my  shots  .  .  .  and 
how  little  the  actual  discomfort  amounted  to  com- 
pared to  the  benefit  I  was  to  derive !  This  is  how 
little  any  unpleasant  prospect  in  life  amounts  to,  I 
have  come  to  think,  in  comparison  with  what  you 
sometimes  gain.  But  I  don't  want  to  preach.  I  just 
wanted  to  point  out  how  I  puzzle  me. 

People  I  know  too  well  are  those  who  push,  who 
take  over,  who  raise  holy  Ned  when  things  work 
out  to  their  disadvantage.  And  if  you  think  it  makes 
me  feel  like  a  sap  to  get  cheated  and  say  nothing 
about  it,  or  to  have  someone  step  in  front  of  me  at 
the  bank  window,  or  catch  the  eye  of  the  waiter  I 
have  been  trying  to  get  over  to  my  table  for  ten 
minutes,  or  slam  into  the  parking  spot  I  have  been 
slowly  trying  to  jockey  into— why,  you  are  right. 

"THEY  MUST  HAVE  SEEN  YOU  COMING."  my  friends 

say  when  they  examine  my  purchases  and  they're 
not  kidding— they  mean  exactly  that.  It  happens 
often  to  me.  I  was  quite  content  when  I  walked 
into  a  Beverly  Hills  shop  a  few  days  before  I  left 
Hollywood,  but  I  walked  out  fuming.  I  saw  a  little 
velvet  top  for  a  blouse  which  I  liked.  Another 
patron  was  examining  it,  and  I  caught  sight  of  the 
price  tag.  When  she  decided  not  to  take  it,  I  found 
a  salesgirl  and  told  her  I  wanted  it.  She  wrapped 
it  up  and  then  asked  for  an  amount  several  dollars 
higher  than  the  price  I  had  seen  on  the  tag.  I  knew 
then  that  she  had  recognized  me;  this  was  nothing 
new,  raising  the  price  for  someone  the  store  people 
feel  can't  afford  to  quibble.  I  wanted  to  protest,  to 


tell  her  to  keep  it.  But  what's  the  use  .  . 
hate  scenes.  I  paid  and  left. 

Why  do  people  do  that  to  other  people  ?  I'm 
Just  asking  ...  I'm  not  mad  .  .  .  now.  It's  even 
quite  possible  for  me  to  imagine  myself  having 
lived  a  different  life  so  that  I  could  be  the 
salesgirl  and  I  would  do  the  overcharging.  In 
that  case  the  question  would  be  just  as  perti- 
nent—why would  /  do  it?  The  only  answer  I 
know  is  that  people  are  that  way,  that's  all 
People  are  all  sorts  of  ways  they  shouldn't  be, 
and  you  either  become  indulgent  of  this  and 
get  along  or  you  can  fritter  yourself  to  pieces. 

A  friend  of  mine  plays  golf  weekends  with 
a  pathologist  I  shall  call  Dr.  X.  Dr.  X  is  con- 
sidered an  honorable  man  in  his  profession  and 
a  leader  in  his  branch  of  medicine — properly 
so,  too.  And  he  is  a  generous  man.  He  is  the 
nrst  to  reach  for  the  lunch  check,  the  first  to 
contribute  to  a  good  cause.  But  the  fact  is 
that  Dr.  X  is  also  a  cheat.  He  cheats  at  golf 
tor  a  dime  a  hole!  Everybody  who  has  played 
with  him  has  caught  him  at  it  .  ..  .  yet  they 
know  the  doctor  doesn't  think  so.  Some  sort 
of  mental  block  stands  between  him  and  the 
realization  that  he  has  a  habit  of  overlooking 
penalties,  strokes  and  most  of  the  rules  of  the 
game.  The  odd  thing,  and  the  nice  thing  about 
it,  is  that  all  his  friends  in  turn  not  only  over- 
look this  peculiarity,  they  have  become  fond  of 
him  for  it!  A  bit  confusing  ...  but  warm 


DO  YOU  puzzle  ANYONE?   There  is  a  man  in 
our  circle  of  acquaintances  who  is  normal  in 
every  way  except  one— and  that  causes  me  to 
do  just  a  bit  of  brow-knitting  if  we  invite  him 
to  a  dinner.  He  doesn't  like  pale  looking  food 
it  has  to  have  a  definite,  warm  color  He 
hasn  t  eaten  a  piece  of  fish  in  his  life.  To  me 
who  can  eat  anything,  this  is  beyond  compre- 
hension. But  I  have  to  admit,  it  is  a  fact  At 
that,  I  do  have  a  little  food  fetish  of  my  own 
When  I  order  iced  tea  in  a  restaurant  I  want  it 
iresh— that  is,  the  tea  steeped  and  then  cooled 
alter  I  order  it— and  know  I  really  get  it  that 
way.  Xot  being  the  type  who  can  send  some- 
thing back  after  ordering  it,  I  have  lately 
taken  to  stratagem.   I  order  hot  tea  plus  ice 
and  then  make  my  own  iced  tea  on  the  table 
If  you  like  iced  tea  you  are  welcome  to  this 
idea    The  tea  tastes  better  and,  besides  this, 
the  fact  that  you  make  it  yourself  satisfies  that 
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sure  is  powerfully  effective,  deodoriz- 
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The  zonite  principle  was  developed  by 
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tested  proved  so  powerful  yet  harmless 
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amazing  cleansing  and  healing  agent. 
Because  of  this,  zonite  may  be  used  as 


often  as  needed  without  the  slightest 
risk  of  injury. 

ZONITE's  Miracle-Action 

zonite  completely  deodorizes.  It  guards 
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clean  and  refreshed.  Costs  only  a  few 
pennies  per  douche.  Worth  a  fortune 
to  feminine  charm  and  health. 
Always  use  as  directed. 
Tests  made  under  methods  developed 
in  a  government  research  laboratory 
Tests  of  zonite's  safetv  to  body  tissues 
were  made  to  meet  strictest  scientific 
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urge  to  cook  which  is  supposed  to  be  in  every 
woman— at  least  it  takes  care  of  as  much  urge 
to  slave  over  a  hot  stove  as  I  ever  get ! 


LET'S  GO  BACK  earlier  in  my  life  .  .  .  when  I 
was  going  to  high  school  in  Newport  News, 
Virginia.  There  was  a  boy  who  caught  my  eye 
—and  held  it  for  two  years  during  which  time 
I  did  absolutely  nothing  about  getting  to  meet 
him  (let's  not  pretend  that  girls  ordinarily 
don't  try  to  meet  boys  they  want  to  know). 
I'd  see  him  walking  down  the  street  alone  and 
pine  to  be  alongside  him.  I'd  see  him  with 
other  girls  and  suffer.  I  must  not  have  suffered 
in  silence  because  I  can  remember  these  words 
from  a  schoolmate:  "It's  perfectly  silly!  You 
can  get  to  meet  him.  Soandso  knows  him,  and 
I'll  get  her  to  introduce  me  and  then  I'll  intro- 
duce you!" 

But  I  wouldn't  agree  and,  to  this  day,  I  don't 
know  why.  There  was  another  boy  I  saw  in 
that  period.  He  showed  up  as  a  singer  with 
Tommy  Dorsey  and  his  orchestra.  They 
played,  he  sang,  I  moaned,  and  then  there 
were  long  years  that  passed.  But  one  day  in 
New  York  he  made  up  for  it.  He  invited  me 
for  a  drive  .  .  .  which  is  how  Frankie  and  Ava 
finally  met.  Did  I  know  this  would  happen 
back  in  Newport  News?  Is  that  why  I  was 
content  not  to  circulate  more?  Sometimes 
young  girls  have  instincts  like  this.  I  can't 
say  that  this  describes  me.  I  don't  have  to 
have  reasons  for  what  I  don't  do  ...  or  do. 

It  has  just  occurred  to  me  that  there  is  a 
reason  why  I  talk  so  much  about  people — 
for  some  time  I  have  been  trying  to  become  a 
better  example  myself.  If  I  had  to  start  being 
Ava  Gardner  all  over  again  I'd  hope,  of  course, 
that  I'd  be  just  as  lucky  as  I  have  been.  Get- 
ting a  chance  to  get  into  the  movies  was  luck, 
and  there  is  no  point  in  calling  it  anything  else. 
But  aside  from  that  there  was  something  I 
failed  to  do  until  just  lately,  and  that  some- 
thing I  would  now  start  at  from  the  very 
beginning.  That  something  is  to  work  towards 
becoming  a  fully  developed  person.  It  was  a 
great  shock  to  me  some  years  ago  to  realize  an 
odd  aspect  about  my  apparent  success  on  the 
screen.  I  was  in  a  position  now  to  get  all  I 
could  possibly  want  from  the  world  .  .  .  but  I 
couldn't  use  it!  Yes,  yes,  I  could  put  clothes 
on  my  back  and  surround  myself  with  fine 
things  in  my  home  .  .  .  but  I  felt  there  must  be 
something  fuller  to  life  than  just  being  a  doll  in 
a  doll's  house. 


WHAT  DID  I  KNOW?  A  little  about  acting,  a 
little  about  dancing,  a  smidgen  about"  music  . . . 
that  was  me.  About  people — and  you  have  to 
live  your  whole  life  with  and  around  people — 
I  was,  as  I  still  am,  just  puzzled.  Since  this 
included  myself  I  didn't  know  how  to  really 
come  alive,  to  express  myself,  to  test  my  more 
serious  capabilities  and  give  myself  a  closer 
identification  with  my  time  in  history  and  thus 
an  inner  satisfaction  with  my  part  in  it. 

Let  me  tell  you  how  all  this  started  ...  be- 
cause it  may  happen  to  you  ...  it  should  hap- 
pen to  all  of  us,  I  think !  Some  years  ago  I  had 
to  spend  a  Sunday  in  a  strange  town.  There 
were  no  theatres  or  movies  open,  no  events  of 
any  kind,  and  I  didn't  know  a  soul.  I  found 
myself  terribly  bored  and  couldn't  wait  until 


bedtime  so  I  could  go  to  sleep  and  get  the  day 
over.  But  when  I  did  climb  in  for  the  night 
I  became  conscious  of  being  displeased  with 
myself.  How  was  it  that  a  whole  new  city 
with  its  fresh  sights  and  faces  had  meant 
nothing  to  me?  How  was  it  that  the  things 
of  my  everyday  life,  the  Hollywood  I  knew, 
escorts,  a  new  gown,  a  smart  place  to  show  it 
off  in,  had  become  such  props  I  couldn't  do 
without  them?  There  were  fine  parks  in  this 
city.  There  was  a  wonderful  museum,  I  knew, 
and  places  of  historical  interest.   Were  these 
interests  too  simple  for  me?   This  is  what  I 
really  thought  at  first.  I  considered  that  I  was 
sophisticated.   But  then,  inwardly,  awoke  an 
unpleasant  truth.    I  wasn't  too  superior  for 
these  things;  I  wasn't  mature  enough.  Around 
me  was  humanity  moving  in  great  new  direc- 
tions in  a  dynamic  world  and  none  of  these 
even  touched  me  in  the  little  burrow  I  had 
dug  out  for  myself.  I  realized  that  moment 
that  despite  having  apparently  achieved  suc- 
cess professionally,  I  had  failed  to  develop 
character  sufficiently,  my  general  knowledge, 
my    social    possibilities,    and   was  therefore 
really  living  a  small  life.  That  was  when  Ava 
Gardner  wriggled  out  of  her  hole  and  looked 
around.  (That,  too,  was  when  word  got  around 
that  Ava  was  trying  to  be  an  intellectual,  and 
people  kidded  her  about  it.  Ava  wasn't  trying 
to  be  a  great  brain  ...  she  was  just  discover- 
ing that  there  was  a  satisfaction  in  using  the 
one  she  had.) 

I  WON'T  GO  INTO  EVERY  STEP  I  took  from 
that  point  on.  Suppose  I  just  skip  to  the  re- 
sults : 

Who  would  suspect  that  achieving,  not 
necessarily  a  knowledge,  but  just  an  appreci- 
ation for  books,  for  music,  for  art  in  all  its 
interesting  forms,  would  help  give  a  girl 
poise?  I  mean,  maybe  you  would  know  this 
...  but  I  didn't.  And  that  was  only  one  of 
the  surprising  results.  I  still  haven't  figured 
out  just  what  the  process  is,  but  a  little  I 
know.  The  very  fact  that  you  can  sit  down 
and  enjoy  fine  thoughts  in  a  book  or  stirring 
musical  themes  and  artistry  at  a  concert  must 
give  you  the  one  trait  of  character  you  can't 
get  without  earning  it — a  true  sense  of  humil- 
ity and,  curiously  enough,  with  that  a  true 
self-respect.  I  still  don't  understand  how  these 
two  can  be  so  closely  related,  but  I  know  it  is 
so.  It  must  also  be  that  the  fine  thoughts  (and 
good  thinking)  which  you  get  from  literature, 
and  the  inspiration  you  get  from  music  or  a 
fine  painting,  are  not  stimulations  which  leave 
you  unchanged.  You  grow  a  little  each  time  in 
a  good  way.  Maybe  it  causes  you  to  expect 
something  better  from  yourself  and  thus  auto- 
matically enlarges  and  elevates  your  thoughts. 
Whatever  it  is,  your  attitude  is  finer  and  the 
people  you  meet  know  it  and,  as  has  been 
my  experience,  respond,  in  kind. 


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what  lana  does  to  men 


(.Continued  from  page  38)  was  an  earnest 
young  man  bent  on  making  good  in  his 
chosen  profession.  He  was  well-balanced 
arid  seemingly  devoid  of  the  flightiness 
of  many  actors. 

I  had  also  known  Lana  for  a  long  time 
She  and  my  son,  Bill,  had  tested  for  parts 
in  her  first  picture.  Bill  lost;  Lana  won 
The.  film  was  titled  They  Won't  Forget 
and  apparently  the  public  didn't  forget! 
Lana  had  scarcely  more  than  a  walk-on 
part;  but  she  wore  one  of  those  tight 
sweaters  that  made  her  famous.  Even  then, 
though  still  in  her  teens,  she  was  evoking 
wolf  whistles.  The  men  ogled  but  kept 
hands  off.  Young  Lana  was  regarded  as 
beautiful  jail-bait.  But  she  was  a  head- 
strong, impulsive  girl.  It  was  her  mis- 
fortune that  this  young  girl  should  be 
turned  practically  overnight  into  a  screen 
butterfly. 

Lana,  who  had  been  denied  much  in  the 
impoverished  days  of  her  youth  and  car- 
"ed  in  her  veins  the  blood  of  her  gambling 
iather,  loved  it  all:  the  glamor,  the  excite- 
ment even  the  uncertainty  of  the  show 
world.  It  meant  scads  of  men  panting  for  a 
date  with  her,  night  clubs,  dancing,  music 
and  a  prospect  that  could  end  only  in 
glory.  How  many  young  girls  have  had  this 
dream?  Lana  was  the  ail-American  blonde 
who  flits  through  the  minds  of  most  males 
To  women  she  was  the  girl  from  across  the 
tracks  who  beat  the  rap  and  made  good. 
Pleasure-seeking  Lana  didn't  work  too 
hard  for  stardom.  The  adoring  public  and 
some  high-powered  press  agents  thrust  it 
upon  her.  If  she  lacked  a  talent  for  acting 
she  had  a  genius  for  making  mistakes.  She 
was  a  young  girl  of  20  giddy  on  the  wine 
of  success,  and  not  very  receptive  to  the 
advice  of  older,  wiser  people. 

'T'hat's  how  I  viewed  Lana  when  Tyrone 
■  ? °iWer  became  romantically  entangled 
with  her,  and  I  told  him  so.  "But  you  don't 
know  the  real  Lana  Turner,"  he  said  "Let 
me  bring  her  to  your  home.  I  want  you  to 
see  Lana  as  I  do."  Now  these  old  eyes  had 
seen  countless,  hectic,  short-lived  romances 
among  show  people;  but  they  still  skepti- 
cally sought  for  the  miracle—  Until  death 
us  do  part  So  I  asked  Ty  to  bring  her  for 
a  visit. 

We  spent  an  evening  together;  and  I 
thought,  at  long  weary  last,  I  had  found 
the  miracle.  Lana,  dressed  simply  and  as 
demure  as  a  girl  fresh  from  the  farmlands, 
could  talk  of  nothing  but  Ty.  And  his  chief 
subject  was  Turner.  It  was  hard  to  see  in 
her  the  brash  young  lass  who  had  bought 
her  clothes  to  match  the  fire-engine  red  of 
her  first  automobile  and  even  tried  to  have 
her  hair  dyed  the  same  color.  Curled  upon 

vm  a  kitten  311(1  Poking  like  the 

little  girl  next  door,  she  hung  on  every 
word  Ty  spoke.  The  amazement  showed  in 
my  face  Ty  noticed  it  and  grinned,  "See 
—wh£»t  did  I  tell  you,  honey?" 

If  she  was  putting  on  an  act,  it  was 
better  than  anything  she's  done  on-  the 
screen.  I  kept  thinking  of  what  a  hand- 
some couple  they  made;  and  of  what 
beautiful  children  they  could  bring  into 
the  world.  Later  when  she  held  in  her 
hands  only  the  ashes  of  a  broken  romance, 
liana  said  she  never  really  loved  Ty-  nor 
he  her.  They  were  simply  good  'com- 
panions. 

That  I  will  never  believe.  While  in  the 
midst  of  making  Green  Dolphin  Street, 
she  slipped  off  to  Mexico  to  visit  Ty,  risk- 
ing the  wrath  of  her  studio,  even  suspen- 
sion, when  bad  weather  delayed  her  re - 
turn  to  Hollywood  two  days.  I'll  admit 
that  good  companionship"  is  not  the  most 
common  commodity  in  Hollywood;  but  it's 
not  that  scarce,  especially  when  your  ab- 


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sence  from  the  sound  stages  may  mean 
idleness  on  the  part  of  dozens  of  work- 
men. I  say  love  is  the  only  emotion  strong 
enough  to  induce  a  girl  into  doing  such  a 
foolish  act. 

Later  I  visited  her  in  her  dressing  room 
when  she  was  making  Cass  Timberlane. 
Still  the  talk  was  all  Ty.  They  wanted 
to  make  a  picture  together.  He  adored  her 
daughter  Cheryl.  Life  was  wonderful.  I 
still  believe  that  she  and  Ty  would  have 
married  if  his  divorce  from  Annabella  had 
been  final.  It's  on  record  that  Annabella 
said  she  would  give  Ty  a  divorce  when- 
ever he  wished  it;  but  it's  not  on  record 
that  he  was  in  great  haste  to  get  that 
little  decree  so  he  could  marry  Lana. 

When  the  romance  exploded,  I  called 
Lana  and  told  her  how  much  I  regretted 
it.  "So  do  I,"  she  sighed,  "but  I've  had  a 
wonderful  year.  Ty's  a  great  guy.  From 
now  on  I'll  carry  my  chin  a  little  higher 
and  work  harder."  Where  had  I  heard 
those  words  before?  It  seems  that  every- 
body is  "a  great  guy"  or  "great  girl"  when 
the  end  comes. 

It  is  more  than  passing  irony  that  Lana 
in  her  new  picture,  The  Bad  And  The 
Beautiful,  is  used  by  a  man  to  further  his 
own  ambitions  but  rejects  her  love  when 
she  is  no  longer  useful  to  him.  This  can- 
not be  applied  to  Tyrone  Power.  He  never 
used  Lana.  During  their  romance  he  was 
as  big  a  name  as  she.  But  I  cannot  say  that 
about  all  the  men  in  her  life. 


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Let's  flash  back  to  the  early  days  when 
Victor  Mature,  Turhan  Bey,  Tony  Mar- 
tin, and  Bob  Hutton  were  among  her 
frequent  escorts.  They  were  all  actors 
struggling  toward  big  time  in  the  movies; 
and  being  seen  with  glamorous  Lana  hurt 
them  not  one  whit.  Indeed,  it  was  sufficient 
to  get  their  pictures  spread  all  over  the 
papers.  Lana  was  not  the  big  star  she  is 
today,  but  she  was  a  beautiful  girl  and  the 
photographers'  delight.  It  seems  a  long 
time  ago  but  maybe  you  can  remember  what 
a  striking  couple  blonde  Turner  and  dash- 
ing, dark  Mature  made.  Then  there  was 
Turhan  Bey,  who  set  feminine  hearts  aflut- 
ter with  his  suave,  elegant  continental 
manners.  Just  recently  he  reminded  me 
that  I  had  once  said,  "You  look  wicked, 
but  you  aren't."  So  he  decided  to  do  some- 
thing about  it.  "I  had  great  fun,"  he  added, 
"but  it  certainly  put  a  crimp  in  my  bank 
account." 

Greg  Bautzer  was  her  first  great  love; 
and  this  was  unfortunate.  He's  one  of  the 
most  eligible  but  most  elusive  bachelors 
in  our  town.  Greg's  a  fine  escort,  but  to 
take  him  seriously  romantically  is  to  invite 
heartache.  .Greg  is  a  man  who  just  natur- 
ally likes  to  have  his  arm  decorated  by  a 
pretty  girl  swinging  thereon.  Handsome, 
virile,  well-mannered,  and  prosperous,  he's 
the  dreamboat  whom  all  girls  think  they 
can  land  until  they  turn  around  and  sud- 
denly he  isn't  there.  Greg's  not  the  marry- 
ing kind.  But  when  he's  with  a  girl,  he's 
most  attentive;  so  you  think  the  latest  gal 
on  his  arm  is  the  love  of  his  life. 

Lana  Turner,  who  describes  Greg  as 
"an  escape  artist,"  was  no  different.  Like 
the  other  girls  she  took  a  headlong  fling 
at  the  determined  bachelor  and  got 
bounced  off  for  her  pains.  Though  he 
didn't  marry  her,  he  has  remained  a  faith- 
ful, helpful  friend  to  Lana  through  her 
stormy  life.  In  some  instances,  however, 
he  was  indirectly  responsible  for  her  grief. 

IT  began  on  her  19th  birthday.  Greg  made 
a  date  to  take  Lana  and  her  mother  out 
for  the  evening,  but  at  the  last  minute  he 
begged  off,  claiming  illness.  Lana,  at  that 
time  considering  herself  engaged  to  Baut- 
zer, blew  her  topper.  Then  the  phone  rang; 
and  answering  it  was  one  of  the  biggest 
mistakes  the  girl  ever  made.  On  the  other 
end  of  the  wire  was  Artie  Shaw  with  a 


line  as  smooth  as  silk.  He  didn't  have  to 
exhaust  his  extensive  vocabulary  to  con- 
vince the  furious  girl  that  she  should  go 
out  and  celebrate  with  him.  She'd  show 
that  Bautzer  that  a  lady  didn't  have  to  sit 
home  evenings  awaiting  the  whims  of  the 
lord  and  master. 

Now  Artie  was  not  among  Lana  s  favor- 
ite people.  They  had  met  when  making  a 
picture,  Dancing  Co-ed.  To  put  it  mildly 
there  were  no  heart  throbs  between  the 
two.  Artie  can  be  classified  as  an  intel- 
lectual snob. 

No  night  clubs  with  music,  dancing, 
champagne  for  Artie.  That  would  have 
caused  distraction;  and  he  couldn't  hear 
himself  talk.  He  drove  Lana  down  to  the 
sea.  It  was  a  night  made  for  love,  with  a 
full  moon  turning  the  surging  tides  to  gold. 
Tumultuous  Lana  was  still  burning  over 
the  Bautzer  slight.  Artie  turned  on  the 
charm;  and  let  it  be  recorded  that  this 
gent  is  not  lacking  in  that  commodity  when 
he  wishes  to  dish  it  out. 

He  used  a  tactical  talk  familiar  to  most 
experienced  women,  starting  with  abstrac- 
tions, literature,  and  the  like;  then  ending 
the  oration  with  a  conversation  piece  about 
marriage  and  a  cozy  little  home.  That  night 
they  drove  back  to  Hollywood,  rousted  out 
the  famous  "Honeymoon  Pilot,"  Paul 
Mantz,  flew  to  Las  Vegas  and  got  married 
For  the  ceremony,  Artie  pulled  a  ring  oft 
his  finger  for  Lana  to  wear.  She  had  a  very 
good  ring  in  her  handbag— the  one  Greg 
Bautzer  gave  her  to  seal  their  engagement. 

About  this  time  Lana  figured  she  ought 
to  notify  her  mother  about  the  event.  She 
simply  wired  her  that  she  had  got  married, 
but  failed  to  state  to  whom.  Her  mother 


Asked  if  it  is  true  that  there  is  a 
touch  of  madness  in  every  actress, 
Marlene  Dietrich  said,  "Of  course. 
That's  what  makes  us  what  we  are. 
We  should  accept  it — instead  of 
going  to  analysts  to  be  rid  of  it." 

Leonard  Lyons  in 
The  New  York  Post 

thought  it  had  to  be  to  Greg  Bautzer.  She 
was  in  for  a  dismal  disillusionment. 

So  was  Lana.  Artie  lost  no  time  in  start- 
ing to  improve  his  bride — a  matter  that's 
become  a  habit  with  him.  He  wanted  her 
to  be  everything  from  a  cook  to  a  philoso- 
pher The  case  was  hopeless.  Lana  tried, 
but  the  lessons  didn't  take.  After  four 
months  of  being  brow-beaten,  she  locked 
Artie  out  of  the  house;  called  up  Greg 
Bautzer,  and  said  she'd  had  it.  She  asked 
him  to  get  her  out  of  her  marriage. 

You  would  have  thought  that  "educa- 
tion" would  have  included  a  lesson  on 
men  for  Lana.  But  it  didn't.  For  a  little 
while  she  concentrated  on  her  career; 
and  her  efforts  proved  her  capability  for 
acting  in  Ziegfeld  Girl.  But  she  went  on  a 
real  night  club  kick,  making  the  rounds 
and  keeping  an  eye  peeled  for  eligible  men. 

When  it  comes  to  romance,  shes  a  law 
unto  herself.  She  usurps  the  preroga- 
tives of  most  males,  who,  when  they  see 
a  pretty  girl,  say,  "That's  the  dish  for  me, 
and  move  right  in.  Well,  Lana  does  the 
same.  I've  seen  her  in  action.  At  a  party 
we  both  attended,  she  cased  the  room, 
picked  out  an  attractive  man,  walked  over, 
stuck  out  her  hand,  and  said,  "I'm  Lana 
Turner.   Who  are  you?" 

To  her  men  are  like  new  dresses  to  be 
donned  and  doffed  at  her  pleasure.  See- 
ing a  fellow  that  attracts  her,  she  s  like  a 
child  looking  at  a  new  doll.  It's  got  to 
belong  to  her.  And  like  a  child,  she  can 
knock  the  stuffing  out  of  the  doll  in  a  week, 
discard  it,  and  pick  up  a  new  one.  Of  a 
trusting  nature,  she  seldom  pauses  to 
differentiate  between   heels  and  haloes. 

While  night-clubbing  one  night,  destiny 
brought  Steve  Crane  into  her  life.  He 
came  over  to  her  table  and  greeted  Lana 


by  reminding  her  of  his  name.  She  re- 
membered him  as  somebody  she  had  met 
somewhere  and  invited  him  to  join  her 
party.  They  danced;  and  Lana  promptly 
tell  in  love  with  him.  That  suited  Steve 
fine.  A  reputed  "tobacco  heir,"  he  was 
actually  out  here  to  make  his  fortune 
Lana  was  a  big  name  and  could  help  him 
on  his  way.  After  a  brief  and  passionate 
courtship,  they  were  married. 

A  pall  was  quickly  cast  over  that  lovely 
affair  by  a  girl  named  Carol  Kurtz.  She 
happened  to  be  Steve's  wife.  They  had 
separated  but  no  divorce  had  become  final 
When  angry  Lana  confronted  him  with 
the  news  he  gently  tried  to  explain  that 
he  thought  he  d  been  divorced.  What  a 
slip  of  memory.  Lana,  who  was  obviously 
weary  of  the  boy  by  this  time,  quickly  had 
her  marriage  annulled. 

Steve  got  into  the  headlines  by  running 
his  car  off  a  cliff  near  Lana's  home.  It  is 
said  that  he'd  gone  there  to  plead  for  a 
reconciliation.  The  girl  wavered;  then 
decided,  for  a  change,  not  to  marry  the 
man.  It  was  rumored  that  Steve,  crushed 
with  grief,  had  taken  a  sleeping  potion 
and  attempted  to  end  his  life  in  a  car 
wreck.  This  has  never  been  proven-  but 
I  went  to  the  site,  examined  the  auto 
tracks;  and  it  certainly  looked  like  no 
ordinary  accident  to  me. 

Life  was  getting  complicated  indeed  for 
the  gorgeous  blonde;  but  there  was  more 
to  come  Lana,  now  legally  a  single  girl 
who  had  never  been  legally  married  to 
bteve,  discovered  she  was  going  to  have  a 
baby.  Steve's  divorce  was  now  final.  They 
went  to  Tiajuana  and  got  married  again 
ihere  was  nothing  else  to  do.  When  the 
baby  was  six  months  old,  she  divorced 
Crane.  Steve's  still  in  Hollywood,  happily 
making  the  rounds. 

Lana  got  one  thing  out  of  her  marriage 
to  him— a  daughter  to  whom  she's  devoted 
And  in  fairness  to  Lana,  I  must  point  out 
a  tragedy  that  may  be  responsible  for 
her  jumping  from  man  to  man.  She's  al- 
.  ways  wanted  a  large  family;  but  an  RH 
factor  in  her  blood  makes  child-bearing 
extremely  difficult  for  her.  She  lost  two 
babies  by  miscarriages;  and  little  Cheryl 
herself  has  had  a  tough  fight  for  survival. 

Tt  was  after  her  break-up  with  Crane 
that  Lana  latched  onto  Ty  Power  When 
he  stepped  out  of  her  life,  Bob  Topping 
moved  in.  It  was  her  old  pal  Greg  Bautze? 
who  suggested  to  Lana  that  Bob  might 
make  a  good  mate.  He  was  a  well-known 
playboy,  thrice  married;  but  he  had  a 
fine  family  background  and  heir  to  a 
tortune.  The  only  catch  was  that  he  was 
still  legally  wed  to  Arline  Judge.  Lana 
wanted  no  part  of  him.  But  Bob  was  per- 
sistent. He  flooded  her  with  flowers  and 
telephone  caUs.  Still  Lana  wouldn't  yield 

TV6"13™-6*1  for  that  old  matchmaker^ 
Johnny  Meyers,  to  get  them  together.  It 
happened  in  New  York. 

Lana  was  not  greatly  impressed  by  meet- 
ing the  gentleman  in  the  flesh.  But  she 
had  to  attend  a  premiere  and  had  no 
escort  So  she  called  up  Bob  and  asked 
u  o&  eScort  her  t0  t*"3  theater.  Would 
he.'  That  guy  was  absolutely  delighted, 
in  fact,  he  was  so  delighted  that  on  the 
way  to  the  theater  he  slipped  a  couple  of 
baubles  m  her  purse— earrings  set  with 
huge  diamonds.  But  Bob  didn't  believe 
that  diamonds  should  be  a  girl's  best 
friend.  He  continued  his  pursuit  of  Lana 
by  inviting  her  to  spend  a  white  Christ- 
mas on  the  family  estate  in  Connecticut. 
He  went  all  the  way  by  asking  her  to 
bring  her  daughter  and  mother  along  It 
would  be  one  big  happy  gathering.  The 
girl  gave  in. 

She  was  impressed  by  the  culture  of  the 
lopping  family.  Her  own  background  had 
been  rough  and  rugged.  The  Toppings 
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in  Hollywood.  Wealth  had  been  in  their 
family  so  long  that  the  members  took  it 
for  granted.  But  Lana  and  Bob's  affair 
was  to  be  high-lighted  by  comedy,  trag- 
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$25,000  party  which  Bob  planned  to  toss 
for  Lana  at  the  Mocambo  in  Hollywood. 
His  divorce  from  Arline  had  not  become 
final;  but  we  rather  expected  that  he  and 
Lana  would  make  an  engagement  an- 
nouncement. Imagine  our  bestartlement 
then  when-  we  received  our  invitations  in 
the  form  of  telegrams,  and  they  were 
signed  "Lana  and  Bob  Topping."  That 
little  error  in  words  caused  such  a  furor 
that  the  whole  shindig  was  canceled. 

L ana's  previous  marriages  had  been 
elopements;  and  her  one  to  Bob  was, 
she  insisted,  to  be  the  real  thing  with  all 
the  trimmings.  There  would  be  dignity 
about  it.  But  the  fate  that  dogged  Lana 
was  still  at  her  heels.  The  marriage  rites 
blew  up  into  a  farce.  The  setting  was 
gorgeous  with  food,  flowers,  and  cham- 
pagne at  the  home  of  Billy  Wilkerson, 
who  had  discovered  Lana  for  pictures  as 
she  sat  sipping  a  soda  at  a  drug  store 
fountain.  Twelve  guests  and  one  lone  re- 
porter were  invited  to  the  actual  cere- 
mony, But  at  the  reception  following, 
many  more  people,  including  63  pho- 
tographers, showed  up  and  turned  the 
celebration  into  a  maelstrom.  Under  the 
impact,  Lana  was  reported  to  have 
swooned,  but  she  later  denied  that.  Even 
the  minister  was  rebuked  by  his  church 
for  tying 'the  knot. 

They  began  their  honeymoon  in  a  bun- 
galow at  the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel.  To  get 
a  story  which  I'd  been  assigned,  I  crashed 
right  in  on  them.  It  was  mid-afternoon, 
but  I  remember  they  were  still  in  their 
dressing  gowns.  Lana  wore  a  pair  of  old 
bedroom  mules  as  a  concession  to  com- 
fort. After  their  disastrous  brush  with 
the  press  at  the  wedding  reception,  they'd 
suddenly  developed  a  phobia  against  peo- 
ple with  pad  and  pencils  and  cameramen 
with  flashlight  bulbs. 

Fearing  they  would  be  hounded  by  the 
press,  they  had  canceled  a  honeymoon  in 
Palm  Springs  and  decided  to  go  directly 
to  Europe.  We  had  a  nice  conversation, 
however,  and  I  warned  them  that  they 
might  as  well  go  along  with  the  press  in 
London  and  New  York.  That  was  the  only 
way  they  could  expect  to  be  treated 
kindly  by  the  boys  and  girls  whose  job  it 
is  to  get  stories  and  pictures  of  famous 
people. 

My  advice  went  unheeded.  In  London, 
a  press  conference  was  set  up.  Lana  ar- 
rived late,  keeping  reporters  waiting. 
When  she  did  show  up,  she  flipped  off  the 
reporters  with  a  few  casual  comments. 
Of  course,  they  were  written  up  in  a 
scathing  manner,  which  made  them  an- 
grier than  ever  at  the  press. 

They  went  into  hiding  in  the  East;  and 
then  became  virtual  hermits  in  a  $90,000 
house  in  Holmby  Hills.  But  they  kept 
contact  with  the  world  through  the  aid  of 
six  television  sets.  The  roof  of  their  home 
had  so  many  aerials  it  looked  like  some- 
thing descended  from  Mars.  Hollywood 
was  amazed  at  the  Toppings'  retirement, 
because  if  there  ever  were  a  play-boy  and 
a  play-girl,  they  were  Bob  and  Lana. 

During  this  period,  Lana  dropped  by 
my  house  for  an  interview.  Getting  a 
story  out  of  her  was  rugged.  She  was  too 
divinely  happy  to  be  doing  anything  that 
would  make  news;  and  I  must  say  she 
looked  it.  She  had  become  nearly  do- 
mesticated, and  who  was  interested  in 
reading  about  that? 

Immediately  after  the  marriage  cere- 
mony, one  of  the  pair  had  murmured, 
"This  is  forever."  There  are  two  schools 
of  thought  on  this.  Some  claim  Bob  made 
the  statement;  others,  that  she  did.  But 


after  the  tragic  loss  of  her  two  babies, 
reports  that  the  Toppings  were  having 
serious  upsets  became  more  and  more 
frequent.  Finally  Bob  went  to  Oregon  on 
a  fishing  trip,  presumably  "to  think  it 
over,"  and  neglected  to  come  back  home. 

Now  officially  separated  again,  Lana 
began  casting  her  blue  peepers  about  and 
they  lit  on  Latin  Lover  Fernando  Lamas. 
They  were  co-starring  in  The  Merry 
Widow;  and  I  believed  the  romance  was 
a  publicity  stunt.  I  still  think  it  began 
that  way.  But  the  affair  turned  into  love. 
And  for  film  fans  it  made  exciting  news: 
The  Latin  Lover  and  the  Blonde  Beauty. 
Lana  went  to  Nevada  and  divorced  Top- 
ping. Almost  everyone  expected  her  to 
wed  Lamas.  I  didn't.  In  the  middle  of 
the  romance,  Lamas  had  whispered  to  me, 
"I  don't  think  we'll  ever  marry.  She's  too 
demanding." 

The  explosion  was  sudden  and  final. 
Fernando  took  both  Lana  and  Ava 
Gardner  to  Marion  Davies'  party  for  the 
Johnnie  Rays.  Lana's  eye  went  aroving 
again.  This  time  it  fell  on  Tarzan — Lex 
Barker.  Being  out  of  town,  I  wasn't  pres- 
ent at  the  affair,  but  was  told  that  when 
Lex  and  Lana  danced,  she  snuggled  up. 
Fernando's  blood  boiled  over.  And  we 
soon  were  notified  that  the  romance  be- 
tween Turner  and  Lamas  had  gone  kaput. 

"It's  true,"  Fernando  told  me  cautiously. 
"But  I  hope  we  can  always  be  friends  and 
make  a  good  picture  out  of  Latin  Lovers." 
In  this  they  were  scheduled  to  co-star; 
but  within  a  few  days,  Fernando  was 
dropped  from  the  cast  with  a  bang,  and 
replaced  by  Ricardo  Montalban. 

You  could  see  the  way  the  wind  was 
blowing.  The  stories  emanating  from  Leo 
the  Lion  showed  Lana  in  a  sympathetic 
light.  The  general  tenor  of  the  story  was 
that  poor  Lana  had  helped  Fernando  get 
his  studio  contract;  and  now  he  showed 
his  gratitude  by  treating  her  badly.  Lana 
had  nothing  to  do  with  his  movie  con- 
tract. 

The  reason,  I  believe,  that  he  was 
dropped  from  Latin  Lovers  is  that  the 
studio  figured  that  instead  of  coming  out 
loving,  they'd  come  out  with  their  dukes 
up.  Even  if  the  picture  was  made  without 
mayhem,  the  public  wouldn't  believe  the 
story  because  of  the  busted  romance. 
Either  Lamas  or  Turner  had  to  go;  and 
she  was  more  important.  So  Fernando  got 
the  axe. 

He  didn't  carry  a  torch  for  Lana,  but 
quickly  latched  onto  Arlene  Dahl.  As  for 
Lana,  she's  still  casting  those  baby  blues 
around  and  alighting  on  no  man  of  par- 
ticular interest.  But  you  can  bet  your 
bottom  dollar  it  won't  be  long.  The  pat- 
tern will  be  repeated.  I  daresay  she'll 
have  plenty  of  romances  and  more  mar- 
riages— that  is,  if  she  enjoys  the  life  span 
insurance  companies  give  most  women. 
But  life  with  Lana  has  become  so  full,  so 
repetitious,  so  enriched  with  material  pos- 
sessions that  I  don't  believe  any  love  or 
marriage  would,  or  could,  last  her  until 
the  end  of  her  days.  END 


PHOTO  CREDITS 

Below  you  will  find  credited  page  by 
page  the  photographs  which  appear  in 
this  issue. 

6 — Parry,  7 — Top  Wide  World,  Bot.  Parry, 
10 — Top  Beerman,  Bor.  BonaFide,  12 — Asso- 
ciated Press,  29 — Associated  Press,  30 — Beer- 
man,   Parry.    33 — Beerman,   Parry,   34  Wide 

World,  34— Paramount,  35 — Beerman,  Parry, 
36 — Beerman,  Parry,  38 — London  Daily 
Graphic,  38-39 — London  Picture  Post,  41 — 
Beerman,  Parry,  44-47 — Beerman,  Parry,  SO — 
Beerman,  Parry,  S3 — Beerman,  54 — Globe 
55 — Top  20th  Century-Fox,  Bot.  Globe,  60 — 
Culver,  69 — Lt.  Prigent,  Rt.  Embree-Hesse,  70-  - 
Prigent,  71 — Prigent,  72 — Embree-Hesse. 
Abbreviations:  Bot.,  Bottom;  Cen.,  Center;  Exc, 
Except;  Lt.,  Left;  Rt.,  Right;  T.,  Top. 


bing  croshy's  future 


(Continued  from  page  33)  were  amazed 
beyond  words  that  the  malignancy  had 
gone  so  far  that  there  was  nothing  to  be 
done  to  help  her.  8 

2VS  jU-n  ?  matter  of  hours'  days>  weeks 
—and  we  ll  keep  trying.  But  it  is  hope- 
less said  the  doctor  who  is  also  one  of 
Dings  closest  friends. 

For  a  moment  ft  seemed  that  Bing,  who 

nficneVer  ^Spetfed  the  extent  of  Dixie's 
illness  would  collapse.  Then  that  aura  of 
impenetrable  dignity,  that  seems  to  color 
his  personality  at  all  times,  came  to  his 
rescue. 

'WrtS;  if"'*  t0  be,  told'"  he  whispered, 
out  the  boys  must  know  " 

Weep  for  him  in  that  hour  of  agony 

when  he  summoned  his  four  sons  bffore 

aoout^e^other  ^  the  trUth 

hard  as  it  might  seem,  as  impossible,  they 
K  a  r°le  0f  Pretense  and  acting 

That  they  must  appear  to  be. gay  and 

H??yiihrgh  lheir  hearts  were  breaking 

from  K A6™  v^ie  ^  beinS  sent  home 
trom  the  hospital  within  a  few  days  be- 
cause there  was  nothing  more  that  could 
be  done  for  her.  And  she  was  never  to 

tionseCtLfrm  thGir  faC6S  °r  words  or  ac 
tions  that  she  was  soon  to  leave  them. 

to  tLI?  hif  w™deri»l  hoys  to  pretend 
to  then-  mother  that  they  were  so  sure 

thaetTeWe11  b3C,k  °n  ^  r0ad  to  recovery 
that  they  wanted  to  return  to  their  va- 

to  iZ^Elk°  and  that  they  expected  her 

t?J,T  uem  38  SOon  as  she  was  able  to 
travel  after  surgery. 

And— the  day  Dixie  came  home— Bing 
nad  a  peculiar  welcome  awaiting  her. 


the  part  that  was  the  most  fun— the  color 
schemes,  the  drapes  and  carpets,  pictures 
and  pots  and  pans,  the  part  of  homemaking 
so  dear  to  every  woman's  heart. 
™™-!Te2lb-er'  n°thing  fussy,"  she  would 

boysnwilFl]kr''  <jUSt  S°mething  my  five 
And  so  the  house  was  built,  and  the 
gray-and-beige  carpets  were  down  and 
the  desert-pink  drapes  were  up  when, 
with  shocking  suddenness  of  pain,  suffer- 
ing and  then  blessed  coma,  the  curtain 
mercifully  lowered  for  Dixie 

The  reason  I  tell  you  about  this  little 
house  in  Palm  Springs  in  such  minute  de- 

the  future  *  ^  be  Bhlg'S  real  h°me  in 
When  he  originally  acquired  the  prop 

If  movie  theaters  must  give  away 
dishes  it  should  be  a  dish  like  Jane 
Russell. 

Jerry.  Colonna  as  quoted 
  by  Sidney  Skolsky 

erty  atop  a  knoll  about  ten  miles  east  of 
Palm  Springs  he  gave  half  of  it  to  his  pal- 
conndant  and  songwriter,  Jimmy  Van 
Heusen.  Jimmy  started  his  house  at  the 
same  time  Bing  did  and  has  already  moved 
into  his  part  of  the  isolated  male  paTadise 
where  men,  without  women  (Van  Heusen 
is  a  bachelor)  can  play  golf  all  day  in  the 
sunshine  and  come  home  to  hearty  diet- 
In^  imners>.  PhPes*  open,  blazing  hearths 
love       mUS1C'  mUS1C'  mUSk  that  both  men 

h$dS  here  that  the  boys  will  spend  their 
holidays  with  their  "old  man"  in  an  in- 
timacy and  closeness  of  association  the  big 
sprawling  Crosby  mansion  in  Holmby 
Hills  never  afforded.  """oy 


JJer  bedroom  was  littered  wih  blueprints 
.and    plans    for    a    house    in  Palm 
bprings,  a  place  long  contemplated  by  the 
SSed       y'  ^  particuIar>  but  never 

l,»"Tei3f  S^?nd  a«i0t  0f  time  there,  honey," 
Jl« pp  Dl^-6-u  U  Wil1  be  just  a  little 
ot  %£°  ChlClhl'  n°  big  house  hke  this 
one.  We  won  t  have  it  an  inch  bigger  than 
we  need  to  hold  the  six  of  us 

Now  here,  Wilma,"  he  said,  using  the 
S  yinnlme  t0  kid  hZT>  "you  busy  and 
onT  Jw  g  °r1er  ^hese  plans  and  P^k 
lwh  t  y.ou  hke  best.  And-no  loafing! 
Start  selecting  the  carpets  and  drapes  and 
color  schemes  and  get  things  ready  in  a 

fh/rZl^T6  W4  Can  sPend  Christmas 
there-and  New  Year's  if  you  get  at  it. 

Honey  he  went  on  swallowing  a  big 
lump  in  his  throat,  "you  are  comin|  alonf 

LitZ  R  "r  g0ing  1ahead  with  niakinl 
Little  Boy  Lost  m  Europe.  I'll  be  gone 
about  three  weeks.  When  I  get  balk- 
don  t  let  me  find  you  haven't  started  our 
house  in  Palm  Springs." 

S°'  Dixie  Sa-^  up  in  bed  and  started 
tZ?  ?3  eTY  nau  and  stone  to  go  into 
K  *!f  hu^  te  had  wanted  for  so 
™Tan,  Whlch  she  was  never  to  see 
ine  gleam  of  happiness  came  back  to 
™  f£yeS/S  Shf  ?lanned  the  desert  home, 
°"£e  &e  of  the  new  golf  course,  nat- 
urally-Bmg  would  be  happiest  living  near 

nufses  C°UrSe'  t0ld  her  doctors  and 

o^6iplunS  for  the  happiness  of  her  Bing 
and  the  boys  seemed  to  be  making  a  new 
woman  of  her.  A  miracle  was  happening 

her 'bed  a   y'   W3S   aWe   *° Ieave 

an?,an  ^cre^bh/. short  time,  she  was  up 
and  around  and  driving  herself  to  the  hos- 
pital for  a  series  of  treatments  to  which 

tlZ^Fl  mg  re|Ponse  beyond  the  most 
prayerful  hopes  of  her  doctors. 

w\th%  fl1'^  Was,  able  ^  meet  daily 
with  Harold  Grieve,  the  decorator,  about 


giNG  has  always  been  interested  in  his 
kids  as  individuals.  Now  he  is  dedi- 
cated to  them.  Not  that  he  will  be  maud 
m  or  overly  sentimental  to  his  mother 
less  brood.  Far  from  it. 

As  an  example,  not  long  ago  he  sot 
wind  that  Gary  was  having  a  bit  too 
much  of  a  tres  gay  time  at  Stanford.  Much 
driving  around  in  the  new  car  Bing  and 
^1  fiIven  him  when  he  set  off  for 
the  Northern  California  campus;  very 
little  concentration  on  his  studies 

And  Gary  was  getting  fat.  Bing  had  been 
tat,  himself,  when  he  was  a  kid— even 
when  he  first  came  to  Hollywood.  And 
ne  wasnt  too  overly  studious  about  his 
career.  s 

But  as  many  a  father  has  said  before 

r  j-j\Wn  a  case  of  "Don't  do  as  I  do 
(or  did).  Do  as  I  say!" 

tn^f  *t0°k  G/ry'S  .Car  away  fro™  him 
wT+v,  ,mUCh  hidignant  howling 

trom  the  mjured  member  of  the  Crosby 

t  lie7'uDad'"  Gary  telephoned  from  Stan 

ford  (charges  reversed),  "how  am  I  go 

ing  to  get  around??????" 

"You're    round    enough,"    his  pappy 

snapped,  now  start  walking  some  of  it  off'" 
As  of  this  writing,  the  car  has  not  vet 

been  restored  to  that  fine  star  of  song 
and  hoof,  Monsieur  Gary  Crosby-and  you 
can  rest  assured  it  won't  be  until  pop  gets 
a  look  at  the  midyear  scholastic  reports 
m  January. 

If  Gary  ever  had  any  idea  that  he  was 
already  a  star  of  song,  (and  his  records 
u  ^J3!115  have  sold  hke  hotcakes)  he's 
had  that  notion  knocked  out  of  any  swelled 
head  he  might  have  been  developing  bv 
his  partner  in  song.  y 
Recently,  Bing  was  approached  by  an 
agent  who  had  a  sponsor  wanting  to  star 
trary  m  a  TV  program  directed  toward 
teen-agers.  Knowing  that  Bing  is  insistent 
that  Gary  finish  college  before  turning 
professional  entertainer,  the  agent  an 
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"Who's  the  sponsor?"  asked  Crosby,  Sr., 
"and  what  do  they  offer?" 

The  agent  told  him  a  canned  meat  com- 
pany, and  the  figure  was  $2500  weekly  for 
Gary. 

"They've  got  the  right  hambone  to  com- 
mercialize," Bing  laughed,  "but  my  boy's 
not  that  good— yet.  There  are  too  many 
fine  performers  who  have  been  years 
training  themselves  to  get  that  kind  of 
money— and  the  job  should  go  to  one  of 
them.  Right  now  they're  just  buymg  the 
Crosby  part  of  Gary's  name.  To  get  up  in 
that  salary  bracket,  he  must  wait  until  he 
can  deliver  on  his  talent." 

Could  anything  really  demonstrate  bet- 
ter his  love  for  Gary,  his  concern  that  his 
boy  not  become  a  spoiled  prodigy  robbed 
forever  of  the  wonderful  satisfaction  of 
getting  to  the  top  on  his  own? 

Of  the  twins,  17-year-old  Phillip  and 
Dennis,  'ole  Pappy  has  a  hard  time  con- 
cealing his  pride.  Both  boys  are  enrolled 
at  the  University  of  Washington,  study- 
ing animal  husbandry.  While  they,  too, 
have  performed  on  their  Dad's  radio  show 
—their  real  interests  are  centered  in  the 
big  Crosby  ranch  in  Elko,  Nevada. 

They  are  serious  boys,  thoughtful,  po- 
lite, considerate — already  as  quiet  and  re- 
tiring as  the  ranchhands  they  work  with 
and  admire  so  much. 

It  was  Phillip  who  quietly  suggested  to 
his  father  that  he  (Bing)  study  up  on  his 
French  before  leaving  for  Little  Boy  Lost 
scenes  in  Paris. 

"Oh,  almost  everyone  I'll  come  in  con- 
tact with  speaks  English  there,"  Bing 
tossed  it  off.  "Why  bother?" 

"It's  cheaper  when  you  speak  the  lingo, 
replied  Phillip  with  a  perfectly  straight 
face,  "and  you  aren't  the  fastest  guy  in 
the  world  with  a  buck,  you  know!" 

And,  last— but  far,  far  from  least,  there's 
14-year-old  Lindsay,  "the  little  fel- 
low" to  his  Dad  and  his  brothers,  the 
"baby."  Oh,  Bing  can  be  a  strict  father  to 
his  heart's  content  and  talk  about  his  boys 
who  have  proved  they  are  man-sized — but 
he's  going  to  be  a  mother  and  father  to 
Lindsay— because  he  can't  help  himself. 

All  the  deep  tenderness  in  Bing's  nature, 
that  sometimes  seems  to  manifest  itself 
fully  only  when  he  is  singing,  goes  out  to 
encircle  Lindsay  and  hold  him  dear  in 
warm  affection. 

He  will  keep  Lindsay  very  close  to  him, 
particularly  during  these  next  so-very- 
important  years  to  a  boy  of  Lindsay's  age 
and  sensitivity.  . 

Lindsay  will  be  kept  in  school  m  Los 
Angeles — he  is  currently  a  student  at 
Loyola  High  School.  And  when  Bing  goes 
traveling— and  most  certainly  he  will  go 
traveling  because  he  loves  it — I  think 
Lindsay  will  be  by  Bing's  side,  very  close, 
very  warm  and  near  to  the  father  who 
loves  him  so  much. 

This  is  the  way  it  should  be  and  will 
be  because  "little  fellows"  can  become 
puzzled  and ,  hurt  and  too  lonely  when 
they  are  out  on  their  own  too  soon  in  life. 

When  I  say  that  Bing  will  travel,  I  mean 
on  a  large  scale.  Like  many  Hollywood 
stars  who  are  clams  in  Hollywood,  he 
loves  Europe,  feels  a  freedom  there  not 
felt  at  home  and  revels  in  the  open  ad- 
miration of  the  fans  who  appear  to  be 
able  to  admire  celebrities  without  attempt- 
ing to  tear  the  buttons  off  their  clothes  as 
many  of  the  native  variety  do. 

His  favorite  going-to-Europe  partner  is 
his  wise  and  witty  writer,  Bill  Morrow, 
who  is  responsible  for  so  much  of  the 
subtle  humor,  always  in  good  taste,  in 
Bing's  radio  shows. 

Bing  and  Bill  were  together  in  Paris  the 
summer  of  '50  and  had  a  wonderful  time 
for  themselves  being  just  what  they  were, 
"yokels  from  Hollywood." 


Bill  is  a  wonderful  buffer  for  Bing.  He 
has  such  a  delightful  way  of  turning  down 
hostesses,  continental  or  homegrown,  that 
the  dear  charmers  never  know  they  have 
been  bypassed  in  favor  of  a  stroll  down 
Champs  ElvsAes  or  a  bachelor  dinner 
"stag"  in  London. 

It  isn't  often  easy,  this  job  of  "getting 
Bing  off  the  hook"  because  the  people  who 
know  Bing  and  admire  him  as  ardently  as 
the  wildest  sidewalk  fan,-  often  reach  into 
the  upper  echelon  of  European  society, 
diplomacy  and— recently,  royalty. 

One  cause  which  particularly  appealed 
to  Bing  and  which  he  was  eager  to  do  was 
the  golf  tournament  just  outside  London 
in  which  he  was  teamed  with  his  old 
nemesis,  Bob  Hope,  against  two  top  British 
comedians. 

The  reason  Bing  agreed  to  play  the  ex- 
hibition match  is  because  the  proceeds 
were  to  go  to  the  Playing  Fields  Fund, 
favorite  charity  of  the  Duke  of  Edinburgh, 
and  dedicated  to  raising  money  for  play- 
grounds and  athletic  endeavors  to  the 
homeless,  bombed  out  and  orphaned  chil- 
dren of  England. 

The  result?  Bing  and  Bob  lost  to  the 
Britishers.  But  he  never  will  regret  hav- 
ing made  that  appearance,  even  in  the 
pouring  rain.  A  lot  of  money  was  raised 
for  the  kids. 

The  next  day,  at  his  hotel,  a  letter  was 
delivered  to  Bing.  It  was  from  the 
popular  and  beloved  Prince  Phillip,  Duke 
of  Edinburgh,  who,  in  his  own  handwrit- 
ing, thanked  the  American  star  for  what  he 
had  done  for  English  children  and  asking 
him  to  accept,  in  the  grateful  spirit  in 
which  it  was  given,  one  of  the  Dukes 
"school  ties"— one  of  the  greatest  tributes 
an  Englishman  can  pay  a  friend!  (And  I 
didn't  get  that  story  from  Bing  who  will 
die  when  he  reads  it  here!) 

Nor  will  he  be  happy  that  I  tell  you  that 
one  of  the  first  telegrams  to  arrive  at  the 
Crosby  house  of  mourning  came  from 
General  Dwight  D.  Eisenhower,  President- 
elect of  our  United  States,  who,  with  mil- 
lions throughout  the  nation  and  abroad, 
expressed  heartfelt  sympathy  over  Dixie's 
death. 

Famous  or  unknown — I  happen  to 
know  that  Bing  read  all  the  letters  and 
wires  sent  to  him  and  they  did  much  to 
help  him  bear  up  in  his  time  of  deep 
bereavement. 

Perhaps  it  was  the  greatest  thing  in  the 
world — for  him — that  he  was  in  the  middle 
of  a  picture  when  his  loss  came.  Although 
his  studio,  Paramount,  and  his  producer, 
William  Perlberg,  would  have  given  him 
days,  weeks,  even  an  indefinite  postpone- 
ment— he  insisted  on  coming  back  to  work 
the  day  after  Dixie's  funeral. 

To  his  producer,  director,  co-workers 
and  the  crew,  it  was  an  ironically  cruel 
thing  that  the  only  sequences  remaining 
to  be  shot  were  those  of  an  ex-GI,  re- 
turning to  France  who  has  just  learned 
that  the  French  girl  he  married  and  who 
bore  him  a  son  he  has  never  seen,  is — 
dead! 

Most  of  the  workers  on  a  movie  set  are 
pretty  casehardened.  In  Hollywood,  they 
have  worked  through  the  most  extra- 
ordinary happenings.  But  strong  men 
couldn't  stand  this. 

Bing  could— and  did.  "And  if  these  scenes 
don't  earn  this  wonderful  guy  an  Academy 
Award,"  William  Perlberg  later  told  me, 
"they  should  never  gold-leaf  another  stat- 
uette. Just  a  crooner?  He's  a  great  actor." 

Yes,  Bing  will  go  on.  He  will  walk  ahead 
marshalling,  guiding,  cherishing  those 
young  ones  near  and  dear  to  him;  sharing 
his  friendship  with  his  cronies;  being 
humble  and  dignified  when  honors  come 
to  him,  proud  when  honors  come  to  those 
he  loves. 

But,  he  will  go  on — alone.  END 


love  story — nine  years  young 


(Continued  from  page  43)  the  sun — ex- 
cept himself.  So  the  doll,  like  many  be- 
fore and  after  her,  made  a  play  for  him, 
not  knowing  he  hates  predatory  women! 

She  was  much  more  important  than  he 
and  persistent.  She  suggested  that  he  ask 
her  for  a  date.  He  didn't.  She  hinted  that 
it  would  be  dandy  if  he  took  her  for  a 
drive  one  day.  He  didn't.  Finally,  when 
he  either  had  to  make  a  scene  or  go  into 
action,  he  went  into  action.  He  has  a 
strong  man's  aversion  to  fenunine  scenes 
but  he  drove  to  Malibu,  stopped  by  a  small, 
neat  house. 

In  the  living  room  there  was  a  beautiful 
girl  with  golden  hair  and  a  sunny  smile. 
"This  is  my  wife,"  said  Mr.  Lancaster. 

'How  do  you  do?"  said  Norma  Lancaster 
to  the  speechless  doll.  "It's  such  a  long 
drive  down  from  Hollywood,  I'm  sure  you 
want  to  freshen  up." 

Burt  originally  kept  silent  about  his 
private  life  because,  like  so  many  very 
masculine  men,  he's  afraid  of  admitting 
he  s  sentimental.  As  as  an  example  of  this, 
about  two  years  ago  Norma  hinted  she 
would  appreciate  a  mink  coat  for  Christ- 
mas. It  didn't  turn  up  under  the  Christmas 
tree  but  just  ahead  of  her  birthdav.  which 
comes  in  July,  Burt  brought  a  mink  coat 
home  in  a  plain  box  and  handed  it  to 
Norma  as  though  it  were  a  pound  of  rice. 

Norma  had  it  on  in  a  second.  She  whirled 
delightedly,  then  said,  "But  Burt,  we've 
made  so  many  additions  to  the  house  we 
can't  afford  this." 

"No,"  said  Burt,  "but  you're  glad  I  got 
it  just  the  same,  and  so  am  I." 

It  is  in  character,  therefore  that  a  com- 
pletely sentimental  thing  broke  him  down 
into  talking  about  his  family.  He  received 
a  fan  letter  which  said,  "I  don't  believe 
you  ve  got  a  beautiful  wife  and  four  kids 
If  you  did,  why  should  you  hide  them?" 
He  showed  Norma  the  letter.  "This  is  a 
great  family,"  he  said,  "so  let's  tell  the 
world  about  it." 

'That  family  ideal  has  always  come  first 
-1-  with  him  from  the  very  day  he  met 
Norma  and  fell  in  love  instantly.  The  first 
time  they  ever  saw  one  another  was  in 
the  bitter  war  winter  of  1944.  The  place 
was  the  battered  town  of  Montecatini 
Italy. 

It  was  one  of  those  miracles  that  make 
you  believe  in  fate.  Burt  was  just  a  tired 
O  J.  among  a  lot  of  other  tired  G.I.s.  Norma 
was  a  dancer  with  a  USO  unit 

It  was  complete  happen  chance  that 
Norma  Marie  Anderson  was  in  the  USO 
troupe,  because  she  was  neither  a  profes- 
sional smger  nor  dancer.  She  had  been  a 
stenographer  up  until  then  in  the  office 
where  the  USO  acts  were  booked.  But  her 
beauty,  sex  appeal  and  general  radiant 
good  nature  stood  out  so  that  when  a  girl 
in  the  unit  fell  ill,  it  was  quite  natural 
that  somebody  should  ask  Norma  if  she'd 
like  to  go  overseas.  Maybe  she  couldn't 
keep  a  time  step,  but  she  had  what  the 
boys  wanted— and  then  some. 

Burning  with  a  bright  patriotic  fervor, 
and  also  not  exactly  annoyed  with  the 
idea  of  being  surrounded  by  thousands 
ot  men,  Norma  and  the  other  girls  soon 
discovered  one  disconcerting  fact  Their 
entertainment  of  the  G.I.'s  consisted  solely 
of  what  they  could  project  across  the 
footlights.  Off  stage,  they  were  captured 
by  the  brass. 

Thus  the  blonde  Miss  Anderson  was  more 
than  out  of  line  when,  as  the  jeep  in 
which  she  was  riding,  reached  Montecatini 
she  noticed  one  particular  broad-shoul- 
dered slim-hipped  soldier  in  the  group 
crowded  around. 

"Gee,  who's  that?"  she  asked  the  col- 


onel sitting  beside  her. 

The  colonel  didn't  know,  but  eagerly 
urged,  he  said  he  could  find  out. 

"Find  out  if  he's  married,"  Norma  said. 

The  colonel  was  a  gentleman,  as  well  as 
Cupid's  messenger.  He  soon  came  back 
with  the  fellow's  name,  his  unmarried 
status,  and  the  fact  that  he'd  set  up  a  blind 
date  for  that  night  after  the  show. 

The  only  trouble  with  that  was  that 
Mr.  Lancaster  nearly  didn't  keep  the  date. 
He  had  got  into  a  poker  game,  early  eve- 
ning, and  was  busily  losing  his  shirt.  He 
hates  to  be  defeated  at  anything  and 
never  is  until  he  drops  in  his  tracks,  so 
that  evening,  he  stayed  in  the  game  until 
he  won  back  his  shirt  and  all  the  other 
guys'  shirts,  too.  Then  he  went  over  to 
the  dance  hall  where  the  USO  troupe  was 
glittering  that  time.  He  took  one  look  at 
Norma  and  was  a  gone  goose. 

IT  HAPPENED  TO  ME 

About  ten  years 
ago,  my  family 
and  I  went  to  the 
country  for  a  va- 
cation. While  at 
White  Lake  in 
Monticello,  New 
York,  a  beautiful 
young  girl  took 
care  of  the  chil- 
dren for  us  in  the 
hotel. 

I  had  completely  forgotten  about 
this  girl  until  many  years  later  when 
I  went  to  the  movies — there  on  the 
screen  was  the  girl  from  the  country. 
Now  she  was  a  famous  actress  and 
her  name  was  none  other  than  Shelley 
Winters. 

Ina  Joyce  Fisherman 
Brooklyn,  New  York 


He  can  laugh  at  himself  now  for  the  way 
he  acted  that  evening.  "I  hate  to  dance," 
he  confesses,  "but  that  night  I  suddenly 
was  old-fashioned  waltzing,  and  new- 
fashioned  rumba-ing  and  whatever  that 
band  wanted  to  beat  out.  I'd  get  one  step 
with  Norma  in  my  arms  and  90  other 
gnys  would  cut  in,  and  they'd  get  one  step 
and  I'd  cut  back.  I  kept  that  up  until  they 
blew  us  out  of  the  hall  at  three  am,  but 
by  then  I  had  another  date  with  this  dish." 

However,  this  was  the  Army  in  war 
time.  At  dawn  that  morning,  the  USO 
unit,  including  Norma  Marie  Anderson 
was  flown  several  hundred  miles  north 
to  Caserta.  At  eight  am  PFC  Lancaster, 
learning  this  bit  of  news,  went  AWOL 
hitch-hiked  to  Caserta,  and  saw  Miss 
Anderson  for  all  of  a  half -hour  before  the 
MP  s  caught  up  with  him  and  slapped  him 
in  custody,  back  in  Montecatini. 

So  what  did  Miss  Anderson  do  then 
the  bold  thing?  She  went  AWOL,  and  got 
back  to  Montecatini.  By  this  time  the 
lovers  had  known  one  another  two  whole 
days,  Burt  had  served  his  punishment 
so  they  again  went  AWOL,  only  together 
this  time,  to  Pisa,  the  one  that  has  the 
leaning  tower.  And  it  was  in  the  Leaning 
Tower  that  Burt  proposed  and  in  these 
words,  "I  want  to  have  some  blond  chil- 
dren," he  said. 

How  many?"  breathed  Norma. 
Tour." 

'All  right,"  she  said. 
They  got  married  that  very  afternoon 
m  a  fast  Italian  civil  ceremony.  They  didn't 
dare  wait,  you  see,  knowing  the  MP's 
were  breathing  on  their  necks,  knowing 
it  was  wartime,  knowing  they  might  never 
see  one  another  again.  And  the  MP's 
really  did  catch  up  with  them,  but  good 
Norma  was  taken  back  to  her  USO  troupe 
and  confined  to  quarters.  Burt  was  hauled 


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off  to   Montecatini   and   what  happened 
to  him  wasn't  a  honeymoon. 

They  didn't  see  one  another  again  until 
Labor  Day,  in  New  York,  but  by  now 
the  war  was  over,  and  Burt  was  about  to 
be  out  of  uniform.  He  didn't  know  what 
he  wanted  to  do  in  civilian  life  but  Norma 
said  to  take  his  time,  she  could  keep  right 
on  with  her  job  as  stenographer,  only  right 
then  Burt  was  discovered  by  a  theatrical 
producer,  in  an  elevator,  and  Norma  dis- 
covered Jimmy  was  on  the  way — and  you 
know  the  rest. 

That  is,  you  know  the  rest  except  how 
much  each  of  his  children  has  changed 
Burt's  character.  He  came  out  of  the  war 
like  many  another  G.I.  He  was  bitter.  He 
was  poor.  He  felt  much  of  life  was  all 
wrong,  and  he  wanted  to  do  something 
about  that.  He  wanted  to  reform  things 
and  he  wanted  to  make  some  one  pay 
and  pay.  At  the  moment  that  Hal  Wallis 
offered  him  a  Hollywood  contract,  as  the 
result  of  his  appearance  in  a  single  play, 
The  Sound  Of  Hunting,  he  owned  only  one 
suit  and  couldn't  have  paid  the  rent  on 
their  flat  if  it  hadn't  been  for  Noma's 
earnings.  But  he  made  Wallis  pay.  He 
thought  then  money  was  the  answer  to 
most  problems. 

Now  it's  a  standard  Hollywood  compli- 
ment to  say  of  a  fellow  that  he  can  spot 
phoneys  at  60  paces  and  hate  them.  But 
this  attitude  is  not  true  of  Burt.  He  cer- 
tainly can  spot  phoneys — but  he  has  a 
perfectly  open  admiration  of  them,  if  they 
are   getting  away  with  their  phoniness. 

Jimmy  began  the  change  in  him.  They 
named  the  baby,  who  looks  so  much  more 
like  his  father  than  the  other  three,  for 
Burt's  father— but  their  hearts  shook 
when  they  first  saw  him.  Because  he  was 
club  footed. 

Burt  had  loved  his  wife  very  much  up 
until  then,  but  after  that,  he  shifted  al- 
most to  admiration.  Because  she  took  the 
situation  with  absolute  courage.  "Let's  see 
as  many  doctors  as  we  have  to  until^we 
find  the  one  who  can  cure  the  baby." 

By  the  time  Jimmy  was  cured — he's  the 
sturdiest,  healthiest  kid  imaginable  to- 
day— Billy  was  on  the  way,  and  Burt  knew 
a  lot  more  about  human  kindness.  Though 
his  contract  belonged  to  Wallis,  the  first 
Lancaster  producer  was  Mark  Hellinger,  a 
deeply  talented,  highly  sentimental  and 
completely  cynical  man.  Actually  Mark 
wanted  Wayne  Morris  for  The  Killers  but 
Wayne  had  been  on  the  Warner  payroll  all 
during  the  war  years.  So  when  Warners 
wanted  to  charge  all  that  money  against 
the  production,  Mark  got  Lancaster  sim- 
ply because  he  was  big  and  he  was  cheap. 

Together  they  made  The  Killers  and 
Brute  Force  and  they  suited  one  another's 
mood  because  they  were  both  hard-boiled 
New  Yorkers.  The  two  pictures  were  hits. 
Burt  was  an  overnight  star,  but  I'll  always 
remember  Mark  saying  of  him  at  that 
time,  "This  is  only  a  sky  rocket,  Hot  a 
star.  He'll  tumble  because  already  he's 
arguing  with  everybody.  Already,  he 
thinks  he  knows  about  direction,  he  thinks 
he  knows  about  production,  he  thinks  he 
knows  about  writing.  In  another  year  or 
so,  he'll  be  unendurable." 

IT  looked  like  a  confirmation  of  Mark's 
theory  when  Burt  promoted  enough 
money  to  buy  half  his  contract  away  from 
Wallis  in  order  to  do  the  bitter  but  truth- 
ful picture,  All  My  Sons.  It  was  a  flop. 
Burt  didn't  alibi.  He  went  quietly  back 
to  Wallis  and  made  another  picture.  Then 
on  his  own  time  and  money  made  Kiss 
The  Blood  Of  My  Hands,  which  you  may 
remember  was  just  as  jolly  as  the  title 
and  flopped  horribly,  too. 

Contrast  those  titles  with  The  Flame  And 
The  Arrow,  which  was  all  fun  and  action, 
88  and  made  a  fortune.  Or  with  The  Crim- 


son Pirate,  which  did  the  same,  and  was 
ditto.  This  was  the  evidence  of  the  soften- 
up  influence  of  Jimmy  and  Billy  Lan- 
caster on  their  father,  and  of  the  sound 
sense  of  Norma.  Of  course,  Burt  still 
thought  he  knew  a  lot  about  production, 
direction  and  writing.  He  still  thinks  that 
— and  he's  darned  tooting.  He  does. 

The  sum  of  all  this  is  what  makes  him 
so  often  moody  and  hard  to  understand. 
He  hasn't  only  a  dual  nature,  but  a  triple 
one.  One  part  of  him  is  all  artist.  When 
he  is  acting  a  scene  he  is  completely  lost 
to  anything  outside  of  him.  Come  Back, 
Little  Sheba  is  complete  miscasting  for 
him.  He  went  into  it  knowing  the  whole 
picture  had  to  belong  to  Shirley  Booth. 
Nevertheless,  he  was  as  excited  as  his 
kids  with  their  Christmas  joys  over  the 
challenge  of  playing  the  off-beat  role  of 
a  drunk  who  is  a  fugitive  from  AA.  The 
part  called  for  him  to  look  middle-aged, 
defeated.  Just  the  same  he  gave  his  finest 
screen  performance  and  somehow  he  sub- 
dued that  vigorous  body  of  his  into  look- 
ing thoroughly  spent. 

The  business  man  in  him  is  what  makes 
him  get  such  a  boot  out  of  his  personal 
productions,    which    are    called  "Norma 


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Productions"  for  his  wife,  and  actively 
headed  up  by  his  friend,  Harold  Hecht. 
Burt  sticks  his  nose  into  every  detail  on 
those:  cost  sheets,  set  design,  the  origmal 
script  idea,  the  scenario,  the  direction, 
the  casting.  The  artist  in  him  keeps  on 
bumping  into  the  business  man,  and  he 
spends  too  much  on  the  films  in  one 
way,  and  then  drives  himself  crazy  by 
not  having  spent  enough  in  some  other. 

He  hasn't  actually  much  money  sense, 
anyway,  though  he  fondly  thinks  he  has. 
Sob  stories  get  him  and  he  always  has  a 
bunch  of  retainers  hanging  around  from 
his  circus  or  carnival  days  to  whom  he 
continually  slips  cash.  When  Norma  an- 
nounced that  their  third  baby  was  com- 
ing, he  decided  it  would  be  thrifty  to  buy 
a  small  house.  He  bought  in  the  section 
which  he  calls  "the  poor  man's  Bel-Air," 
which  is  actually  high,  in  the  hills  over 
Supulveda  Boulevard  and  very  beautiful. 
The  house  actually  was  a  simple,  inex- 
pensive one — whereupon  he  started  re- 
altering  it  and  invested  more  than  $100,- 
000  on  top  of  the  purchase  price.  Yet  one 
of  these  alterations  gives  you  the  key  to 
his  character:  he  had  a  tremendous  kitch- 
en put  on  the  house.  It  has  everything  in 
it  a  kitchen  can  have,  a  washing  machme, 
a  drying  machine,  a  dishwasher,  garbage 


disposal  and  all  the  mixing,  grinding  and 
liquefying  gadgets.  Also  it  has  what  Burt 
calls  "a  real  family  table."  This  is  hard 
wood  and  no  amount  of  childish  spilling 
or  mug-banging  could  hurt  it.  It  can  easily 
seat  ten  about  its  great  circle  in  high 
chairs,  as  un-hurtable  as  the  table.  Off  the 
kitchen,  there  is  the  children's  playroom, 
which  opens  right  out  on  the  lawns  where 
the  kids'  athletic  equipment  is  set  up. 

There  is  nothing  in  the  playroom  that 
can  be  hurt,  either.  There's  a  TV  set 
there,  and  radios,  blackboards,  toys,  and 
all  the  furniture  is  scaled  down  to  kid 
size.  Good  practical  linoleum  is  on  the 
floor.  So  stains  of  muddy  little  feet,  or 
the  tracks  that  the  two  Boxer  puppies  or 
the  four  kittens  bring  in  as  they  wander 
casuaUy  in  and  out  through  the  two  big 
sliding  glass  panels,  which  serve  both  as 
doors  and  the  whole  side  of  the  room, 
don't  mean  a  thing. 

The  Lancasters  do  have  a  tremendous, 
very  beautiful  living  room,  complete 
with  a  projection  booth  for  showing  mov- 
ies. They  also  have  a  formal  dining  room. 
They  don't  go  in  either  room  more  than 
once  a  week.  . 

That's  because  they  live  entirely  for 
and  with  the  children.  They  have  a  clean- 
ing woman  who  comes  in  by  the  day,  to 
keep  the  place  spic  and  span,  but  they 
decided  long  ago  they  didn't  want  a  cook. 
This  was  because  Burt  felt,  with  his  work, 
the  only  time  he  would  see  a  lot  of  his 
kids  was  evenings  and  Sundays.  Norma  is 
an  excellent  cook,  and  so  is  he.  This  is 
another  little  thing  he  learned  m  Italy 
and  he  can  make  the  best  fettucini  or 
spaghetti  you  ever  tasted. 

So  the  moment  he  lands  home  from  the 
studio,  he  heads  toward  the  kitchen  or 
the  kids'  playroom.  The  children  literally 
crawl  all  over  him,  and  he  often  has  Jim- 
my sitting  on  top  his  head,  Billy  hanging 
off  one  shoulder  and  Susiebet  sitting  on 
his  lap,  all  simultaneously.  Susie,  for  no 
known  reason,  is  fascinated  by  his  teeth 
and  its  the  craziest  sight  you  ever  watched 
to  see  that  big  man  sitting  in  the  old- 
fashioned  rocker  he  bought  for  the  kitchen, 
holding  his  mouth  wide-open  while  a  very 
small  girl  carefully  counts,  for  the  hun- 
dredth time,  how  many  teeth  he  has. 

Thus  the  third  side  of  his  nature  is  this 
"Daddy"  side — and  it  is  the  one  that  is 
becoming  the  most  dominant.  It  has  made 
him  reject  The  Naked  And  The  Dead 
and  want  to  do  amusing,  escape  pictures 
like  The  Flame  And  The  Arrow  and  his 
newest  one.  His  Majesty  O'Keefe  because 
he  now  believes  that  if  you  give  people 
happiness  you  give  them  the  most  im- 
portant of  all  things.  And  it  is  the  side 
of  him  that  has  given  the  lie  to  Hellinger  s 
dire  forecast.  . 

Besides,  Burt's  discovered  tne  kind 
side  of  people.  He  found  it  out  the  day 
Billy  was  stricken  with  polio,  and  in  an 
instant  Warners  suspended  production  on 
Jim  Thorpe  so  he  could  be  by  his  boys 
side.  He  found  it  out  through  the  doctor 
and  therapists  who  worked  with  Billy,  so 
that  he  is  now  nearly  all  well.  It  humbled 
him  enough  that  he  quietly  goes  to  PTA 
meetings  with  Norma,  and  school  board 
meetings  and  the  like. 

He's  still  no  saint.  He  still  blows  his  top 
over  what  he  thinks  are  stupidities  or 
social  inequalities.  He's  still  madly  high- 
brow about  music  (going  for  Bach  and 
Richard  Strauss  particularly)  and  lowbrow 
about  prizefights  and  other  athletic  con- 
tests. He  still  hasn't  any  "little  courtesies" 
at  all— like  opening  car  doors  or  lighting 
cigarettes  for  languishing  ladies.  But  he's 
all  man,  and  he's  getting  close  to  being 
all  heart,  and  nothing  would  surprise  me 
less  than  to  have  the  world  discover  him 
as  a  very  great  human  being.  END 


real  gone  and  straight  up! 


(Continued  from  page  55)  Wagner  put 
down  a  fork  he'd  been  stabbing  the  table 
with  and  stopped  looking  at  Jane  Russell, 
who  was  sitting  next  door  with  Dan  Dailey 
Robert  Mitchum  and  three  unidentified 
spear- carriers. 

"No>  l'm  not."  he  said.  "No  hurry  at  all. 
Not  that  I  have  anything  against  women. 
*or  Petes  sake,  don't  print  that.  I  love 
women.  But  the  way  I  figure  is,  I  got 
time.  ° 

He  was  wearing  a  box-back  coat,  a 
choker  collar,  a  string  necktie,  and  the 
sort  of  bucolic,  semi-banged  hair-comb 
that  suggested  he  might  have  been  on  his 
way  out  of  a  burning  building— or  off  a 
burning  deck.  None  of  it  was  strictly  out 
of  character.  Away  from  the  screen  he 
dresses  habitually  as  though  having  barely 
had  time  to  escape  a  holocaust  of  some 
really  dire  nature.  Now  he  explained  with 
considerable  precision  that  his  part  in 
this  picture— Nearer  My  God  To  Thee— 
was  that  of  a  Purdue  University  tennis 
player  of  reasonably  prominent  talents 
who  got  a  young  lady  off  the  sinking  ship 
but  didnt  make  out  very  well  himself. 

■PUL?bout  this  marriage  business,"  he 
said.  I  m  only  22.  Young.  What  could  I 
offer  a  wife?  I'm  not  in  the  big  money, 
don  t  let  this  movie  actor  business  fool 
you.  Maybe  in  a  few  years,  but  that's  be- 
side the  point.  Maybe  in  a  few  years  I'll 

*  ?Ui  ™—  111  be  riSht  back  where  I 
started.  Then  again,  how  do  I  know  how 
Im going  to  feel  later?  So  I'm  crazy  about 
agirl  wh«i  I  m  22,  so  when  I'm  30  I'm  not. 
Wouldnt  be  fair  to  her,  wouldn't  be  fair 
to  me.  And  like  I  was  saying,  what  could 
1  otter  her  anyway?  A  second-hand  car 
and  a  house  not  big  enough  to — " 

"—swing  a  cat  by  the  tail." 
Well    you  could  always  get  yourself 
another  hobby.  No,  what  I  was  thinking 
just  not  big  enough  to  live  in.  These 
midget  houses  can  be  murder." 

The  corned  beef  and  cabbage  came— 
X  ox  must  use  pressure  cookers— and  Wag- 
ner stared  at  it  suspiciously.  "Executive 
tare,    he  said. 

''You  rate  around  here." 

i  "i0b%n,°-  ^ybody  can—"  An  arrested 
look  of  horror  crossed  his  face.  He  sot 
the  waitress  back.  "Look,  isn't  anybody 
allowed  to  ask  for  the  executives'  menu?" 

The  waitress  didn't  say  yes  and  she 
aictn  t  say  no. 

"Holy  cow,"  said  Wagner.  "I  do  it  every 
day.  I  just  thought  anybody—  Look,  have 
l  been  doing  something  wrong?" 

The  waitress  and  Julian  laughed  Ap- 
parently it  didn't  amount  to  breach  of 
contract. 

"Let's  skip  my  romances,"  Wagner  said 
after   a   while  and   two   slices  of  beef 
mainly  because  I  haven't  got  any  ro- 
mances. Dates  though." 
Melinda  Markey? 

"Sure  Melinda  Markey.  Wonderful. 
Wonderful  girl.  They're  all  wonderful  I 

T/":  W^ld  y°u  date  what  you 

didnt  like?    Melinda  I've  known—"  He 
made  a  gesture  covering  roughly  a  period 
dating  from  the  arrival  in  Hollywood  of 
Cecil  B.  DeMille.   "She's  a  girl  who  has 
run  at  anything.   Indoor,  outdoor,  picnic 
dancing,  I  don't  care  what.  You  name  it' 
she  loves  it.  How  lucky  can  you  be?" 
You  or  her?" 
"Her  for  being  the  way  she  is,  me  for 
getting  to  date  her.    One  thing,  I  don't 
mean  to  sound  particular,  but  one  thing 
I  cant  take  m  a  girl  is  this  tired  business 
All  this  is  so  child- 
hood   M     mther  be  t°me  with  a  g°°d 
book?    No    you  can  have  those.  They 

think  they're  tired?  Well,  they  are  tired 
—period.  You  know  what  I  mean?  Really 


tired.  But  not  Melinda.  One  time  we  got 
£  a,  Iecture  by  mistake.  No  kidding,  we 
thought  it  was  a  bop  session.  It  was 
something,  I  don't  know,  trends  in  Eliz- 
abethan literature,  I'm  not  sure.  Maybe 
worse  than  that.  So  we  were  way  down 
front  and  couldn't  very  well  leave  after 
the  guy  had  started.  So  we  stayed,  and 
she  liked  it.  Anyway,  she  made  like  she 
was  liking  it,  which  is  even  better" 

Wagner  and  Miss  Russell  exchanged  a 
long,  mock-sultry  look.  "Mmmm,"  said 
Wagner. 


W^snt  there  a  Babs  Darrow,  like  Miss 
"  Markey— a  daughter  of  the  Gene  Mar- 
keys  when  Mrs.  Gene  Markey  was  Joan 
Bennett — a  fledgling  actress? 

"Oh,  very  definitely,  there  is  a  Babs 
Darrow    Very,  very  definitely.  And  you 
know  what?  She  is  what  I  would  describe 
as  the  ideal  party  girl." 
In  what  respect? 

"In  the  respect— now  don't  let  this  floor 
you— that  you  can  walk  away  from  her  as 
soon  as  you  get  to  the  party.  Just  walk 
right  away.  That's  what  I  call  wonderful." 

An  extension  of  remarks  seemed  to  be 
called  for. 

,  ."Oh,  not  for  that  reason,  nothing  of  the 
kind.  But  because  you  know  she  can  take 
care  of  herself,  you  know  what  I  mean? 
lake  five  steps  toward  the  ice  cream  and 
shes  surrounded  by  the  loyal  opposition. 

aTTbeautiful  girl,  you  know.  Beau- 
tiful? Words  fail  me.  Words  absolutely 
fail  me. 

"Do  your  girls  have  to  be  beautiful? 
Wagner  polished  off  his  plate,  finished 
his  coffee  and  reached  for  a  cigarette 
Noooo—  I  wouldn't  say  that.  Or  would 
l!    You  threw  me  a  curve  then.  Let  me 
stop  and  think  about  it."  He  stopped  and 
thought  about  it.   It  came  ultimately  to 
this:    If  a  girl  looks  beautiful  to  me,  then 
shes  beautiful.    In  my  eyes,  you  know 
what  I  mean?  In  other  words,  almost  all 
girls  are  beautiful  because  almost  all  girls 
have  a  man  who  thinks  so.    Maybe  I 
should  go  in  for  philosophy.   Maybe  I'm 
wasting  my  time  around  here." 
So  what  was  his  criterion  for  beauty? 
I  dont  know.   The  girl  next  door  I 
guess   I  mean,  I  sort  of  like  them  to  look 
like  the  girl  next  door.  I  mean,  I  do  un- 
less I  get  to  thinking  about  it  real  hard 
and  then  I  figure,  well,  if  the  girl  next 
doors  all  you  want,  go  next  door  then 
and  stop  beating  your  brains  out  all  over 
town.    I  don't  know,  maybe  girls  next 
door  are  a  dime  a  dozen.  Maybe  that's  a 
bad  steer    It's  funny,  but  just  when  I've 
convinced  myself  that's  the  type  for  me 
I  see  Marlene  Dietrich  somewhere  and 
hip  my  hd.   I  mean,  I  imagine  she  lives 
next  door  to  someone  but  it  sure  isn't  me 
or  anyone  I  know.  And  anybody  who 
doesnt  think  Marlene  Dietrich's  a  beau- 
tiful woman  is  on  his  way  to  the  rockin' 
chair.  It  s  a  tough  deal  to  figure  " 
Well  and  good.   On  with  the  list  then? 
_  Well  not  a  list  exactly.  I  just  date  cer- 
tain girls  and  they  date  me,  and  they  date 
other  guys,  too.  I  date  Debbie  Reynolds 
quite  a  lot  maybe  you  know.   She's  the 
kind  of  girl— well,  I'll  tell  you  the  kind  of 
girl  she  is.  You  go  skiing  and  she  doesn't 
wait  for  you  to  tie  her  straps.   She  ties 
them  herself    That  might  not  sound  like 
a  lot  but  believe  me,  it  is.  There  are  so 
many  girls  who  wouldn't  think  of  doing 
it,  have  to  wait  around  until  you've  been 
Sir  Galahad  or  Walter  Raleigh  or  who- 
ever it  is.   And  I'm  exactly  the  kind  of 
guy  who  wouldn't  think  of  doing  it  for 
them  until  it's  too  late,  and  they've  decided 
sflf-centered  jerk  with  no  manners 
Debbie  and  I  are  both  sort  of  in  what 
youd  call  the  bop  element,  too.  She's 
goner  than  I  am,  and  I  went  two  years 
ago.  We  like  the  same  things,  and— I  don't 
know,  its  just  like  I  was  saying,  she's  a 


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wonderful,  happy  girl,  a  very  happy  girl 
and  I'm  crazy  about  happy  girls,  all  life 
and  no  phonies." 

T  ulian,  the  publicist,  made  soft  noises  at 
J  this  point  that  sounded  like  keep  it  on 
the  lot."  Miss  Reynolds  is  employed  by 
another  studio.  :..   ,,  , 

"Oh,  sure,"  said  Wagner.  "Well,  there  s 
Charlotte  Austin  who  works  here  at  I  ox, 
she's  another  sort  of  person  I  date  and 
I'm  always  glad  to  see,  and  you  know 
why?  Because  she's  glad  to  see  me.  That  s 
important.   I  don't  mean  for  my  ego  or 
anything  like  that,  but  you  can  strictly 
tire  of  these  girls  who  come  up  to  you 
with  this  routine  of  'Hello-Bob-sit-down- 
and-listen-to-what's-been-happening-to 
me '  Charlotte's  one  of  the  warmest  people 
I  ever  met,  and  I  swear,  she  does  care 
what  I've  been  doing  arid  what  I  feel  like. 
Not  that  I'm  the  most  fascinating  conver- 
sationalist in  the  world  or  my  biography  s 
anything  much,  but  it  makes  you  f eel  real 
nice  to  be  approached  like  that?    Am  1 
talking  too  much?" 
Hardly.  It's  your  interview. 
"All    right.    Then   there's— or  pardon 
me,  here  she  is."  The  boss's  daughter  had 
entered  the  commissary  and  sat  down  with 
the  Russell-Mitchum  retinue.   There  is  a 
Darrlyn  Zanuck  and  a,  somewhat  younger, 
Susan  Zanuck.   This  was  Susan,  a  lovely 
blonde  girl.  Wagner  lowered  his  voice. 

"You  see  what  I  mean.  But  thats  not 
all  She's  been  a  real  help  and  a  friend 
right  from  the  start  of  this  acting  business, 
besides  giving  it  to  me  in  the  short  ribs 
when  I  need  it.  She's  been  close  to  the 
industry  all  her  life,  you  know,  and  you 
can't  fool  her.  I'd  known  Darrlyn  before 
and  that  was  how  I  got  to  know  Susan. 
We  met  at  a  wedding.  Well,  shes  com- 
pletely honest.  When  I  made  my  first  test 
here,  she  took  the  trouble  to  come  over 
to  me  one  day  and  tell  me  she'd  liked  it. 
Then  a  few  weeks  ago  I  made  another 
test,  and  we  met  on  the  lot.  'I  saw  your 
test  the  other  day,'  she  said.  I  got  ready 
to  take  a  bow.  'It  was  no  good,  she  said. 
'You'd  better  try  again.'  She  was  so  right, 
too.  Couldn't  have  been  righter.  . 

Parenthetically,  quite  a  few  people  be- 
low the  implied  eminence  of  Susan  Zanuck 
are  in  Wagner's  corner— and  a  few  above 
it,  such  as  Zanuck  pere  and  the  20th  Cen- 
tury-Fox' Corporation  as  a  whole.  In  fact, 
a  sympathetic  grip  once  begged  a  Wagner 
director  to  give  Bob  another  shot  at  a 
scene  he  had  not  handled  too  web.  The 
director,  for  some  reason  not  yet  ex- 
plained, complied,  with  the  result  that 
Wagner  showed  amazing  improvement. 

Best  wishes  have  also  come  from  un- 
expected and  rather  dramatic  quarters. 
Wagner's  first  conspicuous  hit  was  as  the 
delicate-fibred  dreamer  in  What  Price 
Glory?,  and  before  the  first  day  s  shooting 
an  extra  detached  himself  from  a  group 
and  gave  Wagner  a  few  unsolicited  words 
of  encouragement,  explaining  to  him  that 
the  part  could  do  a  lot  for  him  and  ex- 
pressing the  hope  that  Wagner  would  then 
know  what  to  do  with  success,  if  and 
when  it  came.  The  extra's  feelings  be- 
came clearer  when  he  explained  that  his 
name  was  Barry  Norton  and  that  he  had 
played  the  same  role  in  the  last  previous 
version  of  the  film,  in  support  of  Victor 
McLaglen  and  Edmund  Lowe. 

Wagner  was  at  once  impressed  and 
shaken  by  the  incident.  Later,  when 
more  and  more  stars  of  another  decade 
shabbily  turned  up  as  members  ot  back- 
ground ensembles,  he  took  grave  note  ot 
the  fragility  of  fame. 

"There's  no  use  fooling  ourselves,  he 
said  over  the  second  cup  of  coffee.  To- 
day they  seem  to  want  me.  Tomorrow- 
kaput.  You  were  talking  about  marriage. 
90  I'd  like  maybe  some  day  to  have  $100,000. 


With  that  much,  I'd  feel  free  to  take  the 
risk.  But  I  haven't  got  anything  like  it 
now.  Right  this  moment,  the  way  I  feel 
is  I  won't  marry  at  least  until  Im  30. 
Probably  you  shouldn't  put  that  down  be- 
cause I  know  the  way  these  things  work, 
and  as  soon  as  a  player  says  he  will  or 
won't  do  this  or  that,  and  one  of  the 
magazines  prints  it,  he  right  away  does 
the  opposite  and  the  magazine  s  left  hold- 
ing the  bag.  For  all  I  know,  111  go  clean 
off  the  dock  for  some  girl  a  month  from 
now,  and  I  don't  want  Modern  Screen 
packing  a  knife  with  my  name  on  it  But 
that's  the  way  I  feel  now,  today.  And  my 
father's  given  me  a  lot  of  the  same  advice, 
too.  My  father— there's  somebody  you 
ought  to  know.  He's  quite  a  guy. 

The  time  had  inevitably  come  to  press 
Junior  on  what  he  sought  mainly  in 
a  wife,  and  here  a  man-sized  snag  was 
reached.  Wagner  took  a  deep  breath  and 
made  indecisive  motions  with  his  hands. 
Finally  he  said  in  an  oddly  measured  way: 
"There's  one  thing  I  know:  The  girl  1 
marry  has  to  want  to  be  loved."  He  ex- 
haled deeply.    "Man,  that's  complicated. 

Recently  Irene  Dunne  wen*  to  a 
pet  shop  at  the  Farmers'  Market  in 
search  of  a  bird  to  be  placed  in  the 
Beverly  Hills  Hotel,  of  which  she 
is  a  part  owner.  Miss  Dunne  was 
fascinated  by  a  talking  parrot.  She 
held  a  lengthy  conversation  with 
the  bird.  "This."  she  said  to  her- 
self, "is  just  what  is  needed  for  the 
lobby  of  the  hotel."  Turning  to  the 
man  behind  the  counter,  who  evi- 
dently owned  the  bird.  Miss  Dunne 
said  that  she"d  like  to  buy  the 
parrot. 

"Sorry,"  said  the  man,  '  you  see, 
he  works  in  pictures.  I'd  have  to 
check  with  his  agent  first." 

H.  W.  Kelhck 


isn't  it?  Let's  try  it  again  for  size.  What 
I  mean  is,  she  has  to  want  very  much  that 
I  be  in  love  with  her,  do  you  see? 
Not,  to  be  truthful,  exactly. 
"Well  look.  I  don't  know— I  don  t  know 
yet— whether  I  want  to  love  or  be  loved. 
Maybe  I  don't  even  know  what  I  mean  by 
that,  but  somehow  it  seems  important.  It 
seems  very  important.  I'm  young,  like  1 
already  said.  I  don't  have  to  tell  you.  And 
all  my  values  may  change.  Probably  will. 
So  the  way  I  dope  it  now,  maybe  when 
you're  young,  you're  more  selfish,  you 
want  to  receive  more  than  give,  and  as  an 
attitude,  a  way  to  go  into  marriage,  that  s 
not  exactly  copesetic,  and  maybe  someone 
gets  hurt.  But  as  you  get  older—  He  let 
his  hands  settle  down  and  leaned  back. 
"I  give  up.  Come  back  to  the  set  with  me, 
will  you?" 

Julian  signed  the  check. 
The  Wagner  entourage  walked  south 
toward  the  foundering  Titanic,  which  could 
be  dipped  any  old  way  at  the  whim  of  the 
movie-makers.  Wagner  greeted  a  number 
of  denim  and  T-shirt— clad  huskies  by 
their  first  names  and  got  the  same  back. 
He  greeted  the  chairman  of  the  board 
with  a  deferential,  "How  do  you  do,  Mr. 
Schenck,"  and  got  a  vague  if  pleasant  nod. 
He  talked  some  more,  with  a  mild  note  ot 
idolatry  creeping  into  his  voice.  The  stars 
of  Nearer  My  God  To  Thee  are  Barbara 
Stanwyck  and  Clifton  Webb.  They  are 
two  of  the  most  proficient  craftsmen  in 
the  business,  and  Wagner  well  knows  it. 

"You  know,  you  get  to  thinking  of  your 
future  wife,  the  girl  you'll  love  some  time, 
in  terms  of  an  older  woman,  the  ones  with 
that  wonderful  mature  beauty,  and  I  don  t 
see  how  anyone  could  fail  to  settle  for  a 
person  like  Miss  Stanwyck.  Shes  kind, 
she  thinks  about  you,  she  goes  out  of  her 
way  to  help  you,  there  seems  to  be  nothing 


she  wouldn't  do.  And  as  an  actress—  Id 
just  like  to  know,  how  good  can  you  get! 

"She  told  me  the  other  day,  'As  soon  as 
you're  complacent,  as  soon  as  you're  satis- 
fied with  where  you  are  and  what  you  ve 
done— at  that  moment,  you  start  slipping 
backward.'  At  my  age,  you  can't  buy  ad- 
vice like  that.  Either  it's  got  to  be  given 
to  you  or  you  don't  get  it. 

"I  have  scenes  with  both  of  them  that  l 
guess  they  could  take  over  if  they  really 
wanted  to.  But  all  the  ones  that  seemto 
be  written  for  the  character  I  play,  they 
give  to  me— and  sometimes,  I  think,  a  lit- 
tle more  besides.  It  makes  you  stop  be- 
lieving the  crummy  things  you  hear  once 
in  a  while  about  big  stars.  These  two' are 
really  something." 

After  a  while,  Wagner  leaped  to  the 
sloping  deck  of  the  ship  and  was  told  to 
make  his  way  down  to  the  lifeboat,  now 
dangling  over  the  side,  hand  over  hand 
down  the  ropes  suspended  from  the  davits. 
He  listened  to  the  instructions  hanging 
from  the  rope,  supporting  himself  with 
one  arm.  It  definitely  was  not  a  double, 
it  was  Wagner. 

Oddly,  there  is  in  the  meteoric  young 
Mr.  Wagner  no  pronounced  physical 
or  personality  characteristic  on  which  a 
profilist  can  readily  put  his  finger.  Oti- 
hand  he  is  slender,  rather  unremark- 
able youth  who  could  be  described  as  re- 
motely suggesting  Dick  Haymes,  if  you 
wanted  to  take  the  easy  way.  In  the  com- 
missary this  day,  he  was  more  staring 
than  stared  at,  and  he  became  at  one  point 
as  briskly  interested  as  a  visitmg  fireman 
when  Susan  Hayward  crossed  the  room 
and  disappeared  in  what  may  have  been, 
but  likely  wasn't,  the  kitchen.  His  com- 
ment was  a, restrained  snort. 

Like  many  youngsters  of  the  near-cam- 
pus genre,  he  combs  his  hair  forward, 
either  with  a  comb  or  an  eggbeater  and 
his  voice  is  soft  to  the  point  of  being 
guarded.  For  a  fairly  slight  man,  hes 
well-muscled  upstairs,  from  waist  to 
shoulders,  and  conceivably  could  pole- 
vault  if  he  ever  put  his  mind  to  it. 

No  one  close  to  him  thinks  he  s  kidding 
in  the  slightest  in  his  disavowals  of  mari- 
tal intentions.  There  is  not  even  a  suspi- 
cion of  a  romantic  interest.  All  that  is. 
for  the  moment  and  in  the  Hollywood 
patois,  for  the  birds.  _ 

Wagner,  who  a  fan  magazme  recently 
decided  was  the  second  hottest  bet  for 
future  stardom  in  Hollywood  (Dale  Rob- 
ertson edged  him  out),  could  m  a  sense 
be  described  as  born  with  a  silver  spoon 
which  he  subsequently  removed  from  his 
mouth  only  to  dip  into  ice  cream— but 
that,  as  indicated,  would  be  unfair. 

He  has,  on  the  other  hand,  enjoyed  from 
birth  the  degree  of  economic  security  that 
has  spared  him  the  neuroses  that  drive 
other  actors  to  communism,  sulphurous  ro- 
mantic entanglements,  drink  and  eccentric 
conduct.  If  Wagner  does  in  fact  wmd  up 
with  the  girl  next  door  or  her  prototype, 
they  will  have  no  difficulty  understanding 
each  other. 

Wagner's  associates  and  peers  consider 
him  an  actor  with  genuine  talent  who  is 
getting  better  all  the  time.  There  seems 
no  reasonable  doubt  that  his  professional 
humility  and  willingness  to  learn  are  gen- 
uine, and  so  long  as  that  contmues  he  is 
in  no  immediate  danger  of  taking  a  dive. 

The  startling  degree  of  feminine  adula- 
tion that  has  come  his  way  has  not  moved 
him  to  any  special  extent — or  if  it  has,  he 
certainly  is  not  inclined  to  discuss  his 
reaction  one  way  or  another.  In  truth,  no 
other  intelligent  course  is  open  to  an  actor. 

Until  three  days  before  our  meeting, 
Wagner  had  a  penchant  both  for  hot  rods 
and  midget  sport  cars.  That  may  be  over 
now.  "I  piled  up  my  MG  Saturday,  he 
said  while  walking  toward  the  set.  'Those 


babies  skid  a  long  way  when  they  start 
to  skid." 

Water  skiing,  taught  him  by  close  friend 
Dan  Dailey,  is  his  preferred  diversion, 
with  riding,  swimming  and  flying  also 
rated  by  him  worthwhile  pastimes.  Fox, 
however,  is  not  renowned  for  encouraging 
its  more  expensive  properties  to  pilot  their 
own  planes. 

The  muscles  and  athletic  proclivities 
incidentally,  are  not  wholly  gifts.  Be- 
sides sharing  the  sportsmen's  tastes  of 
most  young  men  brought  up  in  Southern 
California,  he's  put  in  time  in  parental  steel 
mills  at  Pittsburgh,  Baltimore,  Fort  Wayne 
(Ind.)  and  South  Lyon,  Missouri.  His 
father  would  have  preferred  he  enter  that 
business. 

npHAT  was  a  preference  evidently  doomed 
from  the  start.  Robert,  by  deposition  of 
all  who  know  him  at  all  well,  had  both  a 
mind  of  his  own  and  a  one-dimensional 
fix  on  motion  pictures,  going  so  far  as  to 
get  a  magazine  subscription  route  in  an 
area  embracing  the  homes  of  many  stars. 
He  met  only  their  maids  and  butlers  but 
the  pattern  of  the  plan  was  forming. 

His  tour  of  caddy  duty  at  the  Bel-Air 
Country  Club,  an  establishment  occasion- 
ally frigid  toward  film  colony  member- 
ships, didn't  do  him  any  harm,  and  did 
gam  him  the  avuncular  interest  of  Mr 
Gable,  who  reminded  him  after  he  had 
signed  with  Fox: 

"You  know  something?  Anyone  can  be 
replaced." 

Wagner's  break,  when  it  finally  came 
came  like  a  great  many  others  as  a  result 
of  happenstance.  He  was  singing  infor- 
mally, as  vigorous  young  men  will,  in  a 
small  Beverly  Hills  restaurant.  Agent 
Henry  Wilson,  also  "scoffing"  there,  sent 
over  his  card  and  invited  Wagner  to  stop 
in  one  of  those  days.  Wagner  did  just  that. 

So  here's  the  rundown  on  Bob: 


He  was  something  of  a  man-around- 
campus  at  Santa  Monica  High  School,  or 
enough  so  to  be  elected  president  of  his 
senior  class,  and  when  he  backed  off  stage 
there,  he  went  quick  like  a  bunny  and  en- 
listed m  the  Marine  reserves. 

The  gyrenes  may  or  may  not  have  a 
place  tor  him.  He  punctured  an  ear  drum 
not  long  ago  while  water  skiing,  and  not 
even  the  last  persnickety  army  likes  to 
buy  those. 

Wagner's  idea  of  an  extremely  funny 
piece  of  business  is  to  rehearse  set  dia- 
logue with  friends  and  then  astound  other 
triends  by  reciting  it  in  unison  without  a 
break  m  timing.  His  idea  of  quiet  fun  is 
to  build  miniature  trains,  and  his  idea  of 
serious  food  is  steaks— but  on  paper  plates, 
absolutely.  Who  wants  to  wash  a  dish? 

Hes  a  calisthenics  man,  particularly  on 
arising,  and  a  fair  journeyman  cook.  He 
sleeps  habitually  in  a  crossdraft,  which 
presumably  will  give  him  the  croup  sooner 
or  later.  And  recently,  when  his  father 
and  mother  moved  to  a  new  home  in  La 
Jolla  the  scenic  peninsula  100-plus  miles 
south  of  Hollywood,  he  abandoned  the  old 
Beverly  Hills  home  to  set  up  light  house- 
keeping m  a  bachelor  apartment. 

These  days,  Wagner  is  learning  tap 
dancing— not  as  a  lark,  however,  but  back 
m  the  old  fundamental  attitude  of  what- 
you-do-know-can't-hurt-you.  Miss  Rey- 
nolds got  him  started,  it's  true,  but  it 
seems  also  there  was  going  to  be  a  part 
tor  a  tap-dancer,  or  an  actor  who  could 
tap  dance,  in  an  upcoming  Fox  picture 
titled  There  s  No  Business  Like  Show 
Business. 

In  short,  our  young  man  of  many  dates 
no  urge  to  marry,  and  spiralling  promi- 
nence as  a  film  player,  is  not  a  careless 
tellow  In  the  immemorial  parting  words 
ot  high  school  year  books  all  over  the 
land,  including  Santa  Monica:  "We  are 
sure  he  will  be  a  success."  END 


she  came  a  long  way 

(Continued  jrom  page  53)  Hollywood?" 
For  a  moment  it  appeared  as  though  the 
girl  was  going  to  get  back  into  the  plane 
but  with  a  shrug  of  her  shoulders,  intimat- 
ing that  she'd  try  anything  once,  she 
shuffled  down  the  steps  and  Rosemary 
Clooney  set  foot  for  the  first  time  on 
California  soil. 

Historically,  this  arrival  may  not  rank 
with  the  landing  in  these  parts  of  Cortez, 
but  m  the  journals  of  the  motion  picture 
industry,  it  might  well  stack  up  one  day 
with  the  first  setting  down  on  Hollywood 
ground  of  the  Swedish  brogans  of  Garbo, 
or  the  first  toe-tap  on  our  acreage  of  the 
nimble  Fred  Astaire.  For  they  will  tell 
you  in  Hollywood  today  that  Rosemary 
Clooney  will  be  a  star  of  the  first  magni- 
tude, one  of  the  greats  of  our  celluloid  en- 
tertainment era;  and  Hollywood  fully  ex- 
pects that  she  will  be  one  of  the  big 
influences  in  driving  the  television-mad- 
dened masses  of  the  nation  back  into  the 
movie  houses. 

Although  she  is  only  24  it  has  been  a 
hard  and  a  long  road  to  fame  for  Rose- 
mary Clooney.  Long  because,  like  the 
tellow  said,  she  started  young— and  hard 
because  she  had  to  do  most  of  the  climb- 
ing herself  and  the  helping  hands  were  as 
scarce  as  wishbones  on  a  turkey.  Those 
who  know  her  best  doubt  if  Rosemary  ever 
aspired  to  riches  or  adulation.  All  they 
know  is  that  she  wanted  to  be  as  good  a 
singer  as  anyone  else  and  she  had  a  desire 
tor  some  of  the  creature  comforts,  with 
maybe  a  mink  coat  some  day  to  top  it  off 
She  worked  for  a  living  at  her  trade— 
which  was  singing  songs— and  kept  an  eye 


peeled  for  the  next  opportunity,  which  at 
times  meant  no  more  to  her  than  a  book- 
ing to  pay  the  rent.  She  is  where  she  is 
today  because  she  had  talent  rather  than 
avarice  That,  the  old-timers  in  Hollywood 
will  tell  you,  is  better  than  having  an  uncle 
who  plays  checkers  with  Louis  B.  Mayer. 

"Dosemary  Clooney  was  born  in  Mays- 
J-«-  ville,  Kentucky,  on  May  3,  1928  She 
came  from  an  ancestry  that  lived  in  Ire- 
land until  one  of  them  put  down  his  peat- 
spade,  spat  on  his  hands  and  started 
trudging  toward  a  boat  that  could  take 
him  to  America  where  a  man  could  get 
something  to  eat  besides  a  potato.  Some 
prospered  and  some  longed  for  a  return 
to  the  peace  of  the  bogs  and  cursed  their 
adventurous  grandfather.  None  captured 
renown,  although  Rosemary's  grandfather 
did  become  Kentucky-famous  as  the  long- 
time Mayor  of  Maysville.  It  was  His  Wor- 
ship, by  the  way,  who  was  probably  re- 
sponsible for  Rosemary  becoming  a  singer. 

Because  they  were  reared  during  the 
depression,  Rosemary  Clooney  and  her 
sister  Bertie,  and  her  infant  brother,  Dick 
had  a  childhood  that  was  a  notch  or  so 
less  lavish  than  the  Rockefeller  kids.  Andy 
Clooney,  their  dad,  was  a  house  painter 
and  although  a  danged  deft  man  with  a 
brush  and  a  bucket  of  lead  and  oil,  not  too 
canny  about  estimating  a  profit  into  a 
contract.  Rosemary's  girlhood  was  not 
crammed  with  candle-light  suppers  for 
her  girl  friends,  frothy  new  frocks,  or  even 
real  butter  on  the  table.  Andy  was  strictly 
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time.  Providing  came  hard,  and  often  the 
cupboard  was  bitterly  bare;  but  there  was 
love  m  the  family— and  fun. 

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Bettie  Clooney  enjoyed  during  their  child- 
hood came  from  campaigning  for  Grandad. 
It  was  their  pleasure  to  provide  the  enter- 
tainment for  his  political  rallies.  They 
would  step  atop  the  wooden  platforms 
before  the  old  boy's  speeches  and  hack 
away  at  the  crowd's  morale  with  rendi- 
tions of  such  prideful  tunes  as  "My  Old 
Kentucky  Home"  and  "She'll  Be  Comin 
Round  The  Mountin."  Like  a  pair  of  skinny 
captive  pigeons,  bug-eyed  and  nervous, 
they  stumped  Maysville  incessantly,  wail- 
ing their  slender  repertoire,  and  proving  to 
the  constituents  that  Hizzonor  was  the 
tool  of  no  powerful  special  interests,  else 
he'd  have  had  the  Andrews  Sisters. 

It  was  thus  that  Rosemary  Clooney 
started  to  sing.  Milk  in  those  days  was 
selling  at  the  alarming  price  of  nine  cents 
a  quart  and  Andy  Clo6ney  often  got  no 
more  than  four  dollars  for  pamting  a 
kitchen,  so  vocal  lessons  for  Rosey  and 
Bettie  were  out  of  the  question.  They  did, 
however,  manage  to  study  harmony. 
Grandad  was  a  fan  of  negro  spiritual  music 
and  would  take  the  girls  to  the  negro 
churches  in  Maysville  to  listen  and 
worship.  While  the  choir  was  at  work, 
Rosemary  and  her  sister  would  sit  quietly 
with  their  heads  together  and  softly  croon 
the  hymns  in  harmony. 

When  Rosemary  was  13  years  old,  Andy 
Clooney  moved  the  family  to  Cincinnati. 
By  this  time  the  sisters  were  sure  they 
were  ready  to  earn  a  dollar,  so  they  bra- 
zenly presented  themselves  to  the  manage- 
ment of  radio  station  WLW  where,  to  their 
astonishment,  they  were  employed  at  a  very 
nominal  fee.  But  they  were  on  their  way. 

The  change-over  years  from  little  girl- 
hood to  shaky  adolescence  were  spent 
in  an  atmosphere  of  perilous  hope.  Some- 
times there  was  sufficient  of  everything  to 
go  around— and  at  others  there  was  just 
hope.  But  they  were  young  and  they  de- 
manded little  more  of  life  than  a  fair  swat 
at  a  chance,  so  it  was  a  happy  childhood 
for  Rosemary  and  Bettie.  You  can  see  that 
today  in  the  smiles  they  wear  and  you  can 
hear  it  in  their  laughter.  They  had  become 
pretty  famous  locally  and  very  popular. 
WLW  was  their  home  and  something  of  a 
permanent  place  of  employment. 

Rosemary  was  18  and  Bettie  was  15 
when  Tony  Pastor's  orchestra  came  to 
Cincinnati  and  Pastor  heard  them  on  the 
radio.  He  had  been  looking  for  a  vocalist, 
so  he  had  his  manager,  a  chap  named 
Charles  Trotta,  go  over  and  audition  them. 
Trotta  no  doubt  had  in  mind  picking  one 
of  the  girls,  but  he  was  so  enchanted  by 
their  songs  and  antics  as  a  team  that  he 
hired  them  both.  Because  they  were 
minors,  an  uncle,  George  Gilfoyle,  was 
pressed  into  service  as  a  guardian— and  the 
Clooney  girls  set  out  on  the  road  to  learn 
about  the  world  beyond  the  fields  of  blue 
grass;  and  to  charm  the  foreigners  of  the 
North  and  the  East  and  the  West  just  as 
they  had  Grandpa's  voters. 

You  hear  one  story  about  a  singer  trav- 
elling with  a  band  and  you've  heard  them 
all.  It's  a  staggering  series  of  night  bus 
rides,  sleeping  to  the  back-rap  of  the  mo- 
tors and  the  whip  of  wheels  on  pavement. 
It's  an  endless  chain  of  dance  halls  with 
old  dressing  rooms  and  shaky  ironing 
boards  on  which  to  press  the  uniform  of 
the  vocalist,  the  ever-wrinkled  satin  eve- 
ning gown.  It's  boredom  and  hello  and 
goodbye  so  fast  you  feel  that  life  is  moving 
faster  than  it  has  a  right  to.  It's  new  towns 
that  are  all  the  same,  new  people  who  are 
always  telling  you  to  hurry  up;  and  every 
night  oceans  of  men  and  women  bobbing 
about  before  you  like  lunatic  puppets,  not 
to  music  so  much  as  to  arrangements.  And 
the  band  singer  soon  knows  that  she  lives 
in  a  strange  carrousel  world  where  the 
only  pay-off  is  to  stand  in  a  spotlight  and 
92  sing  for  her  reward,  the  applause  that  fol- 


lows her  once  in  a  while  as  she  walks  back 
to  her  chair  to  wait  for  her  next  turn  to 
sing.  It's  rough— but  if  you  want  to  be  a 
singer  or  an  actress  there's  no  better  school. 

It  was  just  about  four  years  ago  that  Rose- 
mary Clooney  decided  she  ought  to  gradu- 
ate. It  was  a  big  decision  for  her  because 
no  one  had  come  forward  and  announced 
that  he  had  "discovered"  her.  This  meant 
that  she  would  have  to  start  cold  as  a 
single  act.  Bettie  elected  to  stick  with 
bands,  so  the  team  broke  up.  Rosie  found 
a  friend  and  advisor  in  Joe  Shribman, 
Charlie  Trotta's  partner.  Joe  was  even 
more  enthusiastic  about  the  move  than 
Rosemary  was.  He  said  that  he  would 
personally  get  her  launched  in  the  big  time 
and  promised  that  she  at  least  wouldn't 
starve  to  death  in  New  York  that  winter. 

There  began  a  slow  process  of  evolution. 
Shribman  arranged  for  a  small  contract 
with  Columbia  Records.  Rosemary  made 
such  platters  as  "The  Kid's  A  Dreamer" 
and  "I  Only  Saw  Him  Once,"  disks  that 
soon  became  the  talk  of  the  record-collect- 
ing set  but  didn't  make  a  dent  in  the 
security  of  the  singing  gals  on  top  of  the 
heap.  She  made  kiddie  records  and  be- 
came quite  a  smash  with  the  young  ones, 
but  you  can't  get  rich  catering  to  buyers 
who  have  to  outshout  the  old  man  out  of 
half  a  buck  to  make  a  purchase. 

You'd  be  bewitched,  bemused  and 
beamazed  at:  Mike  Romanoff's  cuff- 
links of  gold,  enormous  imperial 
crowns  .  .  .  Mrs.  Louis  B.  Mayer's 
six-foot-tall  camellia  bushes  in  tubs 
on  her  front  porch,  encrusted  with 
unbelievable  pink  flowers,  quite 
breath-taking  .  .  .  Hopalong  Cas- 
sidy's  car — a  snowball-white  Cad- 
illac upholstered  in  black  and  white 
zebra  skins  .  .  .  Betty  Grable's  fan 
Still  No.  1   star  for  eight 


straight  years,  she  still  gets  letters 
reading:  "What  is  the  cubic  content 
of  your  legs?  .  .  .  Will  you  please 
send  me  a  plaster  paris  cast  of 
your  legs?"  .  .  .  The  long  two- 
headed  pipe  from  Italy  smoked  by 
half-pint  extrovert  Mickey  Rooney. 

Austine  in 
Washington  Whirl 

Rosemary  Clooney's  first  sizable  contri- 
bution to  modern  music  sales  was  with 
an  oldie  called  "Beautiful  Brown  Eyes. 
Even  today  people  ask  for  it  at  music 
counters,  but  it  came  hard  on  the  heels  of 
another  release  by  the  better  established 
Patty  Paige— a  wail  called  "The  Tennessee 
Waltz"— and  failed  to  make  Rosemary  a 
star.  The  song  did,  however,  attract  the 
attention  of  Mitch  Miller,  the  man  who 
picks  the  records  for  Columbia,  and  he  set 
about  finding  a  tune  that  would  put  Rose- 
mary up  where  she  belonged.  When  he 
found  it  Clooney  thought  he  had  lost  his 
balance.  It  was  an  idiotic  chant  written  by 
a  couple  of  Armenian  amateurs,  Ross 
Bagdasarian  and  his  novel-writing  cousin, 
William  Saroyan. 


Rosemary  will  frankly  admit  when  any- 
one asks  her,  that  she  most  certainly 
did  not  want  to  record  "Come  On-a  My 
House."  As  far  as  she  was  concerned,  it 
was  something  a  Turk  would  shout  down 
a  well  if  he  was  drunk— and  definitely 
nothing  that  a  nice-looking  young  man 
with  79  cents  would  take  home  and  cry 
himself  to  sleep  with.  And  the  music  was 
all  wrong.  Instead  of  lots  of  fiddles  and 
muted  French  horns,  Miller  had  a  plan  to 
back  her  voice  up  with  a  harpsichord, 
played  to  sound  like  a  piano,  made  from 
a  packing  case  and  baling  wire.  She  said 
no;  she  said  maybe;  and  then,  possibly 
because  the  snow  was  beginning  to  fall 
and  Manhattan  looked  frightfully  cruel 


to  a  Kentucky-bred  gal  so  she  said  yes. 

Well,  it  was  a  knee-slapper,  a  barn- 
burner! Normally  sane  people  began  hum- 
ming it  in  subways.  Debutantes  requested 
string  quartettes  to  try  it  at  musicales.  The 
nation  began  jabbering  in  dialect— and 
Rosemary  Clooney  was  swept  up  on  a 
wave  of  popularity  the  like  of  which  the 
music  world  has  seldom  seen.  Theaters 
that  once  offered  her  $200  a  week  tried 
to  book  her  at  $4,000.  Television  producers 
who  just  a  short  time  before  asked  her  to 
come  to  their  shows  for  the  experience  and 
a  case  of  shaving  cream  asked  her  to  stop 
by  and  make  out  her  own  check.  It  was 
almost  worth  all  that  bus  riding. 

Even  though  she  was  a  hit  on  records, 
and  her  subsequent  platters  began  selling 
like  candy-apples  at  a  county  fair,  Rose- 
mary Clooney  never  thought  about  motion 
pictures.  Although  she  has  a  figure  that 
would  make  a  male  tear  his  eyes  away 
from  a  winning  hand  in  a  poker  game,  and 
a  face  that  would  win  the  heart  of  the 
King  of  the  Leprechauns,  she  has  always 
considered  herself  plain.  When  her  friends 
told  her  differently  and  spoke  of  Holly- 
wood, Rosemary  would  lift  her  upper  hp 
and  expose  a  single  tooth  that  had  gotten 
out  of  hand  and  pointed  east  instead  of 
south.  "That  spoils  my  face,"  she  would 
chortle.  And  then  she'd  chuckle,  "But  they 
can't  see  it  on  records!" 

But  Hollywood  had  to  come.  After  a  day 
or  so  of  Columbia  sales  meetings  on  her 
first  trip  to  Hollywood,  she  went  to  Las 
Vegas  and  played  a  date  at  the  Thunder- 
bird  Hotel.  On  the  opening  night,  a  quiet 
bronzed  little  fellow  came  back  stage  and 
introduced  himself  as  Milton  Lewis,  talent 
scout  for  Paramount  Pictures.  He  asked 
if  Rosemary  was  interested  in  the  movies. 
Rosie  tapped  the  tooth,  but  Lewis  wouldn  t 
go  away.  He  made  her  promise  that  when 
she  came  to  Hollywood  again  she  would 
let  him  make  a  test.  Still  tapping  the  tooth 
as  a  warning,  Rosemary  promised. 

This  writer  happened  to  be  in  the  pro- 
jection room  when  the  test  was  shown  to 
Rosemary  and  studio  executives.  The  scene 
was  a  stock  thing,  dull  and  casually  di- 
rected; and  then  there  was  a  chorus  of 
"Come  On-a  My  House."  When  the  lights 
went  up  there  was  a  thrill  of  expectancy 
in  the  room.  Movie-makers  seldom  give 
an  opinion  before  asking  one  of  somebody 
else,  but  this  time  everyone  in  the  room 
wanted  to  be  put  down  on  the  record  as 
stating  that  Rosemary  Clooney  was  going 
to  be  a  star.  You  could  sense  that  they  all 
wanted  to  rush  back  to  their  offices  and 
get  a  contract  drawn  up.  Rosemary  was 
the  calmest.  I  guess  she  figured  Hollywood 
was  just  another  town  on  the  circuit. 

All  you  have  to  do  is  take  a  look  at 
Rosemary  Clooney  in  repose  and  you'll 
know  she  believes  in  Lady  Luck.  She 
would  have  done  all  right  in  pictures  with- 
out a  break,  but  when  her  second  big 
break  came,  she  knew  it  was  Luck — and 
accepted  it  from  the  fickle  wench.  She  had 
just  finished  making  The  Stars  Are  Sing- 
ing, her  first  movie,  when  Betty  Hutton 
tore  up  her  contract  and  walked  off  the 
Paramount  lot.  Suddenly  the  studio  heads 
looked  around  and  discovered  they  didn't 
have  a  girl  under  contract  who  could  sing 
and  dance  and  get  away  with  making 
make-believe  love  to  a  leading  man.  No 
one,  that  is,  except  Clooney.  Well,  sir, 
Damon  was  never  half  as  considerate  of 
Pythias  as  that  front  office  became  of  Rose- 
mary. She  was  not  only  talented  and  lovely 
—they  needed  her.  She  had  to  go  out  of 
town  to  do  some  club  dates,  and  Para- 
mount followed  her  with  letters  and  tele- 
grams telling  of  the  wonderful  plans  they 
had  for  her.  It's  all  part  of  the  business, 
but  they  could  have  spared  the  expense. 
By  this  time  Rosemary  liked  the  work. 
And  she'd  had  that  tooth  fixed. 


Romantically,  Rosemary  Clooney  is  rid- 
ing a  tiger.  Her  romance  with  Jose  Ferrer 
has  been  much  publicized,  although 
it  hardly  had  time  to  do  much  more  than 
kmdle  before  they  were  separated  by  their 
work  It  has  been  said,  by  both  of  them, 
that  Ferrer  was  to  divorce  his  wife  and 
marry  Rosemary,  and  those  close  to  her 
expect  that  this  will  happen  eventually. 
It  might  be  true,  because  they  respect  one 
another  both  as  artists  and  people. 

Cocially,  Rosemary  Clooney  has  a  small 
^  clique  of  friends  to  whom  she  is  de- 
voted. They  include  Joe  Shribman,  her 
manager,  Jackie  Sherman,  her  best  friend 
confidante  and  travelling  companion  and 
one  or  two  others.  Beyond  this  small  group 
the  world  is  made  up  of  nice  people— but 
there  are  so  many  of  them  and  so  little 
time  to  get  to  know  them  all  well  enough  to 


be  able  to  call  them  by  their  first  names. 

It  s  a  far  piece,  as  they  say  in  Kentucky, 
Irom  Maysville.  But  Rosemary  remembers 
it— and  Maysville  remembers  her.  They 
named  a  street  after  her  down  there  last 
year-  Bettie  Clooney  is  doing  all  right 
and  Rosemary  expects  she'll  be  on  top,  too, 
one  day  soon.  And  Andy  Clooney's  the 
proudest  painter  (house,  that  is)  in  the 
South.  And  once  in  a  while  Rosemary  puts 
down  the  book  she's  reading  and  stares 
ott  into  space  and  thinks  of  Grandpa,  and 
the  elections,  and  the  Negro  churches,  and 
^T?Pirltuals  that  taught  her  to  sing,  and 

j   il  e  back  rap  of  the  bus  motors, 

and  the  oceans  of  bobbing  heads,  and  the 
ironing  boards,  and  cold,  hungry  New  York 
and  that  crooked  tooth.  Then  she  goes 
upstairs  and  gets  her  mink  out  of  the 
closet  and  blows  on  it  to  see  if  it's  real. 
Sometimes  she's  almost  sure  it  is.  end 


Daintiness  is  a  Fleeting  Thing! 

FEMININE 


he  ran  away  with  her  heart 


(Continued  jrom  page  35)  company  in  New 
York,  in  the  days  before  it  became  the 
present  MGM  setup.  His  mother  was  in 
vaudeville,  as  were  his  aunt  and  uncle,  and 

even  today  his  family  gets  together  to  do 
their  old  acts.  They  are  a  well-educated, 
cultured  group,  a  family  that  enriches  its 
lite  with  nostalgic  memories  of  the  old 
days  in  show  business. 

Fred  has  earned  considerable  respect 
from  those  in  his  profession.  He  is  basic- 
ally a  pianist  and  composer,  and  will  un- 
doubtedly one  day  head  an  entire  music 
department.  Although  he,  too,  was  mar- 
ried before,  he  had  been  divorced  almost 
six  years  at  the  time  he  and  Jane  fell  in 
love  He  lived  in  his  own  home  with  his 
mother  and  11-year-old  daughter,  Terry. 

Tn  his  position  at  Columbia  he  presented 
A  a  fair  target  for  the  distaff  side  of  the 
industry's  roster.  Good-looking,  intelli- 
gent and  eligible,  he  was  exposed  to  some 
of  the  most  glamorous  names  in  the  busi- 
ness, but  if  any  of  the  actresses  evinced 
interest  in  Mr.  Karger,  he  failed  to  return 
the  compliment.  Quiet,  soft-spoken  and 
even-tempered,  he  went  about  his  job  in 
an  impersonal  manner,  pleasant  with  ev- 
eryone and  winning  the  respect  of  all  his 
associates.  Employees  at  the  studio  af- 
fectionately call  him  Freddie,  and  none  of 
them  can  recall  ever  seeing  him  irritated 
or  upset  about  anything.  They'll  tell  you 
that  the  immediate  impression  he  makes 
is  one  of  quiet  strength. 

Jane  Wyman  reacted  the  same  way 
that  first  day  she  walked  into  his  office. 
She  had  seen  him  around  town  many 
times,  chiefly  in  connection  with  his  or- 
chestra. Karger  had  organized  the  band 
some  years  ago  for  the  purpose  of  play- 
ing at  a  few  select  parties.  These  were 
mostly  society  shindigs,  many  of  them 
given  by  staid  Pasadena  citizens.  The 
band  was  also  on  hand  for  the  more  ele- 
gant Hollywood  parties,  including  Marian 
Davies'  recent  soiree,  as  well  as  gala  eve- 
nings at  the  tennis  club  in  Palm  Springs. 
While  Jane's  recent  movie  roles  have  de- 
picted her  as  dowdy,  decrepit  or  a  deaf- 
mute,  she  has  not  changed  in  her  per- 
sonal life.  She  is  now,  as  always,  a  gay 
and  amusing  girl,  and  is  famous  for  the 
tact  that,  at  parties,  she  can't  resist  belt- 
ing a  ballad  or  two  for  the  assembled 
guests.  Because  of  this  penchant  for  war- 
i?g  whenever  an  occasion  presents  it- 
self, she  sang  a  few  times  with  Fred's 
band.  It  was  always  a  briefly  casual  sort 
of  thing;  when  guests  demanded  she  sing 
Jane  would  go  up  to  the  podium  and  say, 
Hi,  Freddie,"  and  suggest  a  song— maybe 


My  Man"  or  "Somebody  Loves  Me." 
Jane  reported  for  work  at  Columbia  al- 
most two  months  before  the  start  of 
the  movie,  as  is  customary  with  musicals. 
The  song  and  dance  routines  are  mapped 
out  far  in  advance  of  the  actual  shooting. 
It  was  then  that  she  and  Fred  really  came 
to  know  each  other  for  the  first  time,  and 
its  paradoxical  that  columnists  had  heard 
wedding  bells  every  time  Jane  had  so 
much  as  spoken  with  a  man,  yet  now, 
with  love. in  bloom,  no  one  had  an  inkling 
If  they  dated,  Hollywood  didn't  know 
about  it.  They  frequently  dined  together 
after  work,  but  rather  than  one  of  the 
brighter  spots  in  town  they  chose  a  small 
Italian  restaurant  across  the  street  from 
the  studio.  Anyone  seeing  them  there 
would  suppose  it  a  natural  result  of  their 
work  together  in  preparation  for  the 
movie. 

After  two  months  of  such  daily  con- 
tact, Fred  popped  the  question,  but  neither 
he  nor  Jane  will  tell  the  press  the  details 
of  the  proposal.  As  we  said  before,  Jane 
kept  the  wedding  a  secret  until  the  last 
minute,  and  even  now  is  insisting  on  her 
privilege  of  keeping  the  more  treasured 
moments  for  herself. 

Director  Richard  Quine,  one  of  Fred's 
closest  friends,  was  one  of  the  few  people 
admitted  to  the  secret  circle,  and  it  was 
he  who  made  all  the  arrangements  for 
the  wedding.  Both  Jane  and  Fred  were 
wo™g  12  hours  a  day  on  the  picture, 
and  had  literally  not  one  minute  free  to 
attend  to  details. 

Dick  earned  his  position  as  the  best  man 
at  the  wedding.  First  he  phoned  the 
County  Clerk  up  in  Santa  Barbara,  which 
is  one  of  the  few  towns  that  will  hold  a 
clerk  after  working  hours,  asking  them  to 
issue  a  license.  He  also  engaged  a  minister 
to  be  prepared  to  marry  a  young  couple  on 
Saturday  night,  November  1st.  Dick  did 
not  say  what  couple;  for  obvious  reasons 
he  gave  fictitious  names.  He  also  ordered 
a  wedding  cake,  to  be  taken  to  Santa 
Barbara  on  Saturday  night. 

TVTeanwhile,  Louella  Parsons  caught 
wind  somehow  of  the  impending  wed- 
ding, and  on  Friday  telephoned  Jane  to  ask 
if  it  was  true.  After  Jane  admitted  it  was 
Louella's  Saturday  morning  column  car- 
ried the  news  of  the  betrothal,  omitting 
details.  The  wire  services  were  hysterical 
that  day.  It  is  their  job  to  be  there  when 
news  happens,  but  although  they  called 
everyone  they  could  think  of,  no  one 
could  tell  them  when  or  where  Jane  was 
to  become  Mrs.  Karger.  While  the  AP  and 
UP  were  running  up  their  telephone  bills, 
Jane  and  Fred  were  working  as  usual  at 
Columbia.  They  left  the  studio  a  few 
minutes  before  six  o'clock  in  the  evening, 
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wedding  rings,  joined  Dick  Quine  and  his 
wife,  and  the  wedding  cake  for  the  drive 
to  Santa  Barbara.  By  this  time  the  chil- 
dren had  been  told  about  the  wedding 
plans,  and  also  Betty  Lou  Fredericks, 
Jane's  hairdresser  and  close  friend.  It  was 
necessary  for  Betty  Lou  to  know  because 
she  was  to  be  Jane's  attendant,  and  after 
she  squeezed  into  the  car  they  were  off. 

At  Santa  Barbara  the  amazed  clerk 
recognized  Jane  and  issued  a  marriage 
license.  The  minister  was  even  more  sur- 
prised. Not  ten  minutes  before  the  wed- 
ding party  showed  up  he  had  been  tele- 
phoned by  one  of  the  wire  services.  "Was 
he  planning  to  marry  Jane  Wyman  to  F. 
Karger?"  "Indeed  not,"  said  the  minister, 
and  when  minutes  later  he  saw  Miss 
Wyman  walk  in,  the  "episcopal  conscience 
began  working  overtime. 

They  were  married  in  a  brief  and  sim- 
ple service  after  which  the  five  of 
them  celebrated  at  a  sumptuous  dinner, 
topped  off  with  the  wedding  cake.  And 
then,  not  a  reporter  nor  a  camera  having 
snowed  up,  they  went  to  the  San  Ysidro 
Hotel  for  the  night. 

The  next  day,  Sunday,  they  had  break- 
fast and  returned  to  Hollywood.  At  Janes 
home  they  found  the  trio  of  children  who 


will  live  with  them;  Fred's  daughter  Terry 
and  Jane's  daughter  Maureen,  as  well  as 
her  son  Mike.  The  two  girls  are  approx- 
imately the  same  age  and  became  fast 
friends  during  the  courtship  of  then-  re- 
spective parents.  They  had  spent  the 
morning  gathering  flowers  and  digging 
through  the  record  repertoire  until  they 
came  up  with  some  appropriate  wedding 
music.  So  when  Fred  and  Jane  walked 
arm-in-arm  through  the  front  door,  they 
were  greeted  by  Lohengrin  and  banks  of 
flowers  all  over  the  house. 

That  night  they  gave  a  dinner  party 
attended  by  Louella  Parsons,  songwriter 
Jimmy  McHugh,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Dick 
Quine.  The  next  morning  when  Jane  re- 
ported for  work  the  cast  and  crew  sang 
"Here  Comes  The  Bride,"  and  at  the  end 
of  the  day  they  gave  a  party  for  the 
newlyweds.  There  was  a  second  wedding 
cake,  and  as  one  wag  put  it,  "wine,  Wy- 
man and  song."  The  gang  was  so  happy 
about  the  whole  thing  that  one  of  them 
had  sneaked  off  the  lot  during  the  day 
and  with  hastily  gathered  contributions 
had  bought  a  wedding  gift,  a  huge  box 
filled  with  table  linens. 

Fred's  mother  continues  to  live  in  his 
house  in  the  valley,  and  Jane  and  Fred 


set  up  housekeeping  in  her  own  home. 
The  house  at  the  time  was  being  redeco- 
rated with  an  eye  to  selling  it,  which  Jane 
planned  to  do  weeks  before  she  and  Fred 
knew  each  other.  It  was  a  handy  happen- 
stance, as  now  they  can  buy,  together, 
the  home  they  want.  Until  that  time, 
they  necessarily  are  living  with  a  crew  of 
painters  who,  as  usual,  seem  to  take  their 
time  about  getting  the  job  done. 

They  agree  that  their  new  home  must 
be  of  the  informal  type,  when  their 
musical's  finished,  there  will  be  time  to 
hunt  for  a  house.  At  this  writing  there  is 
a  problem  of  space,  for  not  only  will  they 
house  three  children,  but  also  three  pi- 
anos. Jane  already  had  one,  and  Fred  two, 
and  much  as  they  both  love  music,  they 
agree  three  pianos  is  a  lot  for  one  home. 

Music  is  their  one  great  love  in  com- 
mon; their  sense  of  humor  the  other. 
Three  months  is  a  brief  time  to  become 
acquainted,  at  least  for  such  a  serious 
step  as  marriage.  But  neither  Fred  nor 
Jane  take  marriage  lightly,  and  they  al- 
ready know  the  most  important  things— 
that  they  love  and  respect  each  other,  and 
that  their  children  get  along  like  three 
peas  in  a  pod.  Other  facts  are  relatively 
unimportant,  and  besides,  they'll  have  fun 
finding  out  about  them.  END 


make  me  honest 


(Continued  from  page  40)  thought  of  you 
and  how  I  talked  to  you  the  other  day 
about  movie  stars  not  telling  everything 
to  writers.  And  about  how  you  said  that 
you'd  tell  a  writer  anything  he  wanted 
to  know— and  didn't  give  a  hang  about 
what  he  printed  as  long  as  it  was  the 
truth.  That's  when  you  got  me  into  a 
peck  of  trouble. 

"How  would  you  like,"  I  said,  "to  have 
the  real  low-down  on  Jane  Russell." 

"What's  the  matter,  is  she   getting  a 
divorce?"  the  editor  said  eagerly. 

"Certainly  not!"  I  retorted  indignantly. 
"She  going  to  have  a  baby?"  he  said. 
"She  sick?  She  quitting  the  movies?  She 
in  love  with  Farley  Granger?" 

"None  of  those  things,"  I  said,  getting 
hot  under  the  collar. 

"Then  what  other  kind  of  low-down  is 
there?"  he  said  narrowly. 

"There  is  plenty  more  low-down  than 
that  run-of-the-mill  stuff,"  I  said.  "The 
trouble  with  guys  like  you  is  that  you  have 
lost  the  common  touch.  It  just  so  hap- 
pens that  I  am  very  close  to  Jane  Russell, 
and  she  is  anxious  to  tell  me  all  her  thoughts 
and  secrets  and  have  me  put  them  ^down 
'  on  paper.  Now  do  you  want  or  not?" 

"Well,"  he  said,  "maybe  you  got  some- 
thing there.  You  go  on  home  and  write 
me  that  sort  of  thing  about  Jane  Russell 
and  maybe  we  won't  have  to  replace  you 
around  here  this  month." 

Now  do  you  see  the  fix  I'm  in?  Youve 
got  to  help  me  out.  You've  got  to  let  me 
put  down  the  truth  about  you,  just  what 
kind  of  a  woman  you  really  are.  The  things 
you  like  to  do  for  fun— and  the  kind  of 
work  you  want  to  do.  I'll  give  you  an 
idea  here  of  what  I  have  in  mind,  and 
you  read  it  and  answer  this  letter  right 
away  so  I  can  go  to  work  on  it. 

In  the  first  place,  I  want  to  begin  with 
the  subject  that  always  makes  your  lip 
curl.  I  want  to  state  that  you  are  a  little 
weary  of  being  known  as  the  girl  who  did 
more  for  the  sweater  than  Gary  Cooper 
did  for  the  horse.  I  once  heard  a  fellow 
murmur  as  you  passed,  "Man,  there  goes 
a  ball  of  yarn  that  made  good!"  And  I'd 
like  to  tell  how,  if  you  had  heard  him, 
94  you'd  have  kicked  him  in  the  stomach.  I 


T 


would  just  like  to  establish  that  you  are 
sick  of  the  whole  chest  bit— and  then  drop 
it.  Maybe  we  can  even  get  them  to  run 
a  picture  of  you  in  an  overcoat,  which 
would  be  something  of  a  novelty. 

hen  I  would  like  to  take  up  the  matter 
■  of  your  career.  I  want  to  say,  Jane,  that 
you  descended  on  the  movie  industry  like 
a  comet,  when  Howard  Hughes  first 
startled  everybody  with  The  Outlaw.  Now 
anybody  who  has  seen  an  Outlaw  bill- 
board has  the  impression  that  it's  a  sex 
movie,  in  which  a  guy  chases  a  girl  over 
hill  and  dale  and  finally  tags  her  in  a 
hay  barn.  However,  those  who  have  seen 
the  movie  know  this  is  not  true.  It  has 
been  considered  by  quite  a  number  of  top 
critics  as  a  milestone  in  motion  picture- 
making,  and  you,  yourself,  were  credited 
with  bringing  a  completely  new  character- 
ization to  the  screen.  When  people  m  this 
country  saw  an  Outlaw  billboard  they 
generaUy  cried:  "Woweeeee!"  That  was 
the  only  comment.  And  yet  m  England, 
where  it  made  a  lot  of  money,  it  was  known 
as  a  children's  picture,  billed  that  way  as 
a  matter  of  fact.  . 

I  would  like  to  quote  you  as  saying  that 
it  has  been  great,  that  you  are  very 
grateful  for  the  opportunity  of  being  the 
"Woweeee!"  girl,  but  you'd  like  to  have 
them  knock  it  off.  I  would  like  to  tell  them 
that  you're  getting  so  sick  of  being  the 
girl  who  looks  at  a  man  through  slits  of 
eyes  and  silently  dares  him  to  come  and 
get  it,  that  you  might  scream  any  day  now. 
And  tell  them  that  you're  sick  of  producers 
who  keep  doing  switches  on  the  hay  barn 
by  making  it  fancy  boudoirs  or  mountam 
cabins,  because  all  the  time,  they,  you 
and  the  audience  know  it's  really  the  hay 

baWhen  we  talked,  you  seemed  a  little 
bitter  about  not  getting  to  do  a  different 
kind  of  role.  Let  me  say  that.  Let  me  tell 
them  that  you're  tired  of  playing  Jane 
Russell,  that  you'd  like  to  have  a  chance 
to  prove  you  can  act.  I  know  that  might 
sound  kind  of  stilted,  because  almost 
everybody  in  this  town,  when  they  are 
being  interviewed,  says  they'd  like  to 
reaaaallly  act.  But  with  you  it's  different. 
I'd  like  to  point  out  that  you've  been  an 
actress  for  more  years  than  most  of  the 
stars  in  this  town,  and  that  you  ve  learned 
your  trade  well.  That  you  know  your 


business  and  want  a  chance  to  prove  it. 

I  would  like  to  point  out,  Jane,  that  you 
have  a  right  to  these  things  because  right 
now,  with  salaries  way  down,  you  are  one 
of  the  very  highest  paid  stars  in  Holly- 
wood. Studios  pay  $200,000  a  picture  for 
your  name  and  services.  Maybe  you  don  t 
get  all  that  money,  but  the  point  is  it  is 
paid  and  there  are  lots  of  takers  waiting 
in  line  to  get  you. 

Another  thing  I'd  like  to  point  out  is 
your  loyalty.  I  don't  want  to  get  sticky 
about  it,  but  loyalty  to  friends  and  the 
people  who  gave  an  actress  her  start  is 
pretty  rare  in  Hollywood.  I  read  a  quote 
from  you  in  a  column  the  other  day  and 
you  said  of  Howard  Hughes,  to  whom 
you've  always  been  under  contract,  I 
want  to  sign  another  contract  with  him, 
because  when  somebody  puts  you  on  the 
right  track,  you  like  him  to  be  there  when 
the  train  comes  in."  The  way  it  generally 
happens  is  that  a  producer  plucks  a  girl 
from  behind  a  hat  rack,  makes  her  rich 
and  famous,  and  then,  when  their  original 
deal  has  expired,  he  can't  even  get  her 
unlisted  telephone  number.  And  Id  like 
to  point  out  that  the  loyalty  is  mutual,  be- 
cause when  Hughes  sold  RKO  the  only 
thing  he  wanted  to  keep  was  your  con- 

tr  Another  thing  I'd  like  to  straighten  out 
is  the  religion  thing.  Every  time  any  one 
mentions  the  chapel  you  and  your  friends 
built  for  your  mother,  somebody  is  sure 
to  say:  "You  mean  this  kid  goes  to 
church?"  Maybe  it  is  because  of  the  movie 
ads  that  always  have  you  looking  like  a 
fallen  woman.  Maybe  it's  just  that  people 
can't  get  used  to  a  sexy  movie  actress  hav- 
ing a  private  life  that  includes  a  faith.  Even 
Hollywood  doesn't  understand  about  you 
and  religion.  Recently  I  heard  an  actor 
say  "I  don't  know  what  kmd  of  a  re- 
ligion that  is,  but  I  was  near  the  chapel 
when  they  were  all  in  there  the  other  day 
and  they  were  laughing  and  hollering 
like  it  was  a  weenie-bake."  I'd  like  to  try 
and  explain  that  it  was  like  a  weenie-bake. 
That  you  and  your  friends  worship  with 
joy;  that  you  don't  feel  sorrow  is  neces- 
sary to  express  love  of  God.  And  that 
during  the  services,  which  are  conducted 
by  your  mother,  those  privileged  to  be 
present  are  encouraged  to  be  themselves 

 and  to  consider  the  meeting  as  much 

pleasure  as  a  party. 


All  sorts  of  stories  have  gotten  around 
about  you  and  that  chapel.  Some  people 
say  you  are  irreverant.  Some  that  it  is  a 
scandal  the  way  you  all  talk  back  to  your 
mother,  who  is  sort  of  pastor.  But  in  all 
the  history  of  Hollywood  no  other  star 
to  my  knowledge,  has  ever  built  his  own 
church.  That  speaks  for  itself.  It  is  your 
church,  your  own  private  place  of  wor- 
ship, and  it  is  truly  a  house  where  love 
of  God  is  ever  present. 

T  think  something  ought  to  be  said  about 
your  home  life.  Actually,  maybe  I  ought 
to  dramatize  that  a  bit,  because  it  is  al- 
together too  folksy  around  your  shack 
Nobody  is  going  to  believe,  for  instance, 
that  you  seldom  have  movie  stars  over 
or  that  you  don't  throw  fancy  wing-dings 
regularly  like  the  other  stars  do.  If  I  were 
to  tell  them  that  most  of  your  friends  are 
in  other,  unglamorous  lines  of  work  they 
might  not  believe  me.  Who  would  believe 
that  some  of  your  best  friends  drive  trucks 
and  run  gas  stations?  And  who  would  be- 
lieve that  your  husband  couldn't  tell  a 
camera  boom  from  a  whiffle-tree? 

Maybe  we  ought  to  jazz  up  this  part  of 
the  story  and  say  that  he  is  not  particu- 
larly interested  in  football,  but  plans  to 
go  to  Italy  and  make  a  series  of  pictures 
with  you  and  Rosselini.  That  would  be 
b1ftte^t^lan  tryhig  to  make  people  believe 
that  hes  just  a  quiet  quarterback  with 
next  Sunday's  game  on  his  mind  most  of 
the  time — and  he  doesn't  want  any  chat- 
tering around  the  house  about  the  movies 
when  he's  thinking.  And  I'd  better  not 
mention  that  as  far  as  he  is  concerned,  he'd 
just  as  soon  you  were  a  housewife  and 
didnt  go  trotting  off  in  the  mornings  to 
have  a  lot  of  silly  pictures  taken. 

There's  one  thing  for  sure.  You've  got 
to  let  me  tell  them  that  the  picture  you're 
making  right  now,  Gentlemen  Prefer 
Blondes,  is  definitely  going  to  be  a  turn- 
ing point  m  your  career  for  a  number  of 
reasons.  One  of  them  is  that  it  will  prob- 
ably be  the  last  movie  you'll  make  on 
your  original  contract  with  Howard  Hughes 
and  while  you  are  willing  to  negotiate  a 
new  one  with  the  man,  things  are  going 
to  have  to  be  different.  If  anyone  wants 
™  sef  the  old  Jane  Russell  after  this, 
they  11  have  to  go  to  neighborhood  theaters 
and  see  old  pictures.  Because  from  now  on 
you  re  gomg  to  have  a  say  in  the  story,  the 
director  and  the  way  you  play  a  role. 

You  know,  I  think  this  is  a  very  good 
thing.  I  took  a  small  poll  of  the  people  who 
know  you  personally  and  have  seen  your 
movies  and  not  one  of  them  said  they  had 
ever  seen  your  true  personality  in  a 
movie.  Now  that's  a  crock  of  cider!  Please 
believe  me  that  it  is  not  idle  flattery  when 
I  tell  you  that  if  you  ever  came  across 


give  up  sweaters  and  low  necklines  and 
slit  skirts  entirely.  I'd  hate  to  be  known 
as  the  guy  who  talked  you  into  that.  But 
give  it  a  dash  of  some  of  the  real  you 

I  suppose  I'm*  pretty  bold  suggesting 
these  things,  but  I  gathered  from  your 
conversation  the  last  time  we  talked  that 
you  re  ready  for  it.  I  remember  asking 
you  that  stock  question:  "How  does  it 
teel  to  be  the  reigning  sex  queen— work- 
ing with  a  girl  (Marilyn  Monroe)  who  is 
chaUenging  you?"  And  you  laughed  and 
said,  She  can  have  it.  She'll  find  out."  I 
sort  of  felt  that  you  were  anxious  for 
the  kid  to  steal  the  crown  while  you  were 
out  to  lunch. 


A  prominent  actor  just  back  from 
Las  Vegas  and  broke  says,  "I  won't 
say  it  hasrTt  been  dice." 

Sidney  Skolsky  in 
Hollywood  Is  My  Beat 

on  film  the  way  you  do  in  a  living  room, 
Hughes  could  get  $400,000  for  you.  There 
is  just  that  much  difference.  Instead  of 
luring  men  on  with  a  curled  lip  they 
ought  to  let  you  grin  at  a  guy,  and  slip 
him  a  wink.  I've  seen  you  do  it— and  it's 
sexier  than  the  snaky  wenching  they've 
got  you  doing  now.  If  they  want  the  sort  of 
thing  they  ve  been  paying  you  for,  let  them 
revive  Theda  Bara. 

Let  them  stop  making  you  play  Jane 
Russell  the  Wanton  and  give  you  a  chance 
l  _iP  yrJane  Russe11  the  quarterback's  old 
lady.  The  fans  will  go  wild.  Nobody  in 
this  town  is  more  beautiful  than  you  when 
you  smile— and  nobody  has  a  better  wit  or 
a  heartier  laugh.  Use  these  things,  girl 
the  way  the  Lord  intended  you  to.  Don't 


Vou  said  something  about  not  wanting  to 
"  talk  about  kids,  but  I  don't  see  how  I 
am  going  to  be  able  to  give  a  well-rounded 
picture  of  you  without  mentioning  them 
1  don  t  have  to  tell  you  that  you  are  known 
in  some  circles  as  The  Great  Adopter  I 
suppose  it  is  because  of  all  that  publicity 
you  got  m  London  last  year  when  you 
adopted  that  Irish  baby— and  half  the  poor 
mothers  m  England  who  wanted  to  see 
their  tots  have  a  better  chance  at  life  than 
they  could  give  them  came  to  your  door 
carrying  babies  for  you  to  bring  to  Ameri- 
ca to  raise  as  your  own.  You  have  your 
own  reasons  for  not  wanting  to  talk  about 
this,  but  I  think  you  should. 

I  believe,  Jane,  that  it  is  a  part  of  your 
character,  this  wanting  to  have  a  baby  in 
the  house  all  the  time.  You  are  a  mother 
more  than  any  woman  I've  ever  known 
lit  admit  this  is  a  little  incongruous  to 
some  people,  because  you  certainly  don't 
look  like  somebody's  ma.  But  it  is  true 
so  lets  tell.  When  you  go  to  court 
next  month  tc  legalize  the  adoption  of 
your  son,  Thomas,  I  think  you  should  pose 
tor  ail  the  photographers  willingly  It 
might  inspire  other  people  to  follow  your 
example  and  give  homes  to  kids  who  might 
otherwise  never  have  them. 

Now  what  can  we  do  about  this  Gentle- 
men Prefer  Blondes?  You  know  this  is 
actually  something  different  for  you  I 
mean  with  all  this  singing  and  dancing 
and  such.  I  was  over  on  the  dance  re- 
hearsal stage  the  other  day  and  saw  you 
learning  one  of  the  numbers.  I  didn't  think 
1  was  looking  at  Eleanor  Powell,  but  I 
must  say  that  you  can  kick  up  a  heel  with 
a  lot  of  the  best  of  them.  And  along  with 
Niagara  Falls,  a  sunset  I  once  shared  with 
a  girl,  and  Hollywood  at  night  from  the 
air'1  LmVst  include  the  picture  of  you 
and  Marilyn  Monroe  dancing  together  in 
tights  and  long  black  stockings  as  one  of 
the  prettiest  sights  I  have  ever  seen. 

A  nd  while  we're,  on  the  subject  of  Mon- 
roe, I  have  to  pay  you  another  compli- 
ment. You  are  so  good  to  this  girl.  Gen- 
erally when  a  big  star  works  with  another 
who  might  get  a  bit  more  or  better  footage 
it  s  like  a  duel  without  swords.  Slick  grins 
at  20  paces.  But  you  have  taken  Marilyn 
under  your  wing  like  a  mama  gooney  bird 
And  she  is  grateful.  It  is  so  unusual  to 
see  such  a  friendship  grow  on  a  movie  set 
However,  these  things  pay  off  themselves 
You  don  t  need  me  to  pat  you  on  the  head 
for  it. 

Now  there  are  just  one  or  two  other 
things  and  I  think  we  will  have  it  all. 

I  would  like  to  point  out,  for  instance 
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dolls  have  tried  to  crash  into  his  room 
and  snatch  his  football  helmet.  But  there 
has  never  been  a  whisper  about  him,  either. 
I  guess  you  are  very  much  alike.  The  word 
was,  last  year,  if  I  am  permitted  to  men- 
tion Las  Vegas,  that  you  had  a  mild 
scuffle  and  he  whacked  you  in  the  eye.  I 
don't  know  whether  he  did  or  not,  but 
if  he  did,  I  think  that  most  men  figured  it  s 
a  man's  privilege  to  stun  his  wife  once  in 
a  while— and  they  have  nothing  but  ad- 
miration for  a  good  woman  who  will  put  a 
piece  of  steak  on  the  mouse  and  go  home 
like  a  good  girl.  Let's  put  that  in  the  story. 
Kind  of  makes  you  like  the  rest  of  us. 

Well,  this  letter  has  been  longer  than 
I  thought  it  would  be.  If  there  is  any- 


thing else  I  should  write  about  you  I'll 
have  to  think  of  it  later.  What  I've  put 
down  here  seems  to  fill  the  bill. 

As  I  mentioned  at  the  beginning,  I  need 
your  cooperation  in  this  matter,  because 
if  you  hadn't  told  me  that  you  wanted  to 
be  pictured  as  you  really  are  I  would 
never  have  got  into  this  fix. 

Sometime  later,  maybe  in  about  a  year 
or  so,  I  would  like  to  talk  to  you  agam 
and  see  just  how  many  of  the  things  you 
have  planned  have  taken  place.  I'd  like 
to  bet  you  right  now  that  there  will  be  a 
new  Jane  Russell  in  pictures— and  you'll 
have  given  a  better  performance  on  the 
screen  than  you  ever  did  on  a  billboard. 
I'd  like  to  bet,  too,  that  there  will  be  an- 


other baby  in  your  home  and  another  one 
being  looked  for.  I  have  no  advance  infor- 
mation, I'm  just  sure  that  you'll  build  a 
big  family  to  have  around  when  the  day 
comes  that  Russell  hangs  up  her  evening 
gowns.  . 

Please  answer  me  promptly.  And  please 
let  me  say  all  the  things  you've  told  me 
before.  As  the  editor  pointed  out  to  me 
awhile  ago,  the  graduating  class  of  the 
Harvard  School  of  Journalism  is  due  here 
in  a  few  weeks,  their  noodles  grinding 
like  crazy.  I  ask  for  no  sympathy,  but  I 
would  like  to  point  out  that  I,  too,  am  an 
orphan. 

Your  admirer 
Jim  Henaghan 


it's  a  girl 


(Continued  from  page  24)  feeling  of  nau- 
sea swept  over  her.    "I  don't  feel  good, 
she  thought.   Geary  was  still  sleeping.  She 
called  to  him.    "Honey!  Wake  up,  dear!  I 
feel  sort  of— well,  you  know.  Not  too  good. 

Geary  jumped  out  of  bed.  "Do  you  want 
me  to  call  the  doctor?  The  hospital?  Do 
you  want  me  to  get  something  for  you?  ' 

Janie  laughed.  "Stop  it,  darling.  You  re 
so  funny.  I'm  not  going  to  have  the  baby 
until  the  eighth  of  December.  Don't  you 
remember?" 

"I  know,  but  if  you  don't  feel  good,  we  d 
still  better  call  the  doctor." 

"All  right,  Geary.  Call  him.  But  lets 
wait  a  little  while.  I'll  stay  in  bed  a  bit 
longer." 

"That's  a  good  idea,  darling.  You  11  feel 
better.  And  I'll  get  ready  to  go  to  work." 
Geary  headed  for  the  shower. 

Janie  could  hear  her  handsome  husband 
moving  about  the  bathroom  quietly.  She 
began  to  feel  better.  Wasn't  she  a  lucky 
girl!  She  was  thinking  about  her  wonder- 
ful life.  She  breathed  a  silent  prayer. 
"Dear  God.  Thank  you  for  all  the  good- 
ness you  have  shown  me.  Thank  you  for 
a  devoted  husband  and  a  fine,  beautiful 
baby  boy  and  the  promise  of  another  baby 
soon."  (Geary  Steffen  III  is  just  16  months 
old.) 

Geary  prepared  breakfast.  But  Jane 
couldn't  enjoy  bacon  and  eggs,  toast  and 
coffee.  "Thanks,  dear,  but  I  just  don't  feel 
like  eating." 

It  was  nine  o'clock  when  Geary  called 
Doctor  Blake  Watson.  "Jane  felt  a  bit 
under  the  weather  when  she  awoke  this 
morning." 

"Drop  by  the  hospital  with  her  about  11 
o'clock.  Dr.  Watson  liked  the  Steffens.  He 
considered  that  they  were  a  mighty  well- 
adjusted  young  couple.  He  always  enjoyed 
seeing  them.  He  would  be  looking  forward 
to  their  appointment  later  in  the  morning. 

Jane  and  Geary  were  on  time.  It  wasn't 
quite  11  when  they  reached  St.  John's  Hos- 
pital in  Santa  Monica. 

Dr.  Watson  was  pleased.  "Well,  you  re 
both  looking  fine.  We'll  take  you  to  the 
X-ray  room,  Jane.  And,  as  for  Geary,  I'd 
say  that  he  doesn't  need  any  attention  at 
all." 

After  the  examination,  Dr.  Watson  held 
a  small  conference  with  the  Steffens.  "Now, 
I  want  Jane  to  get  a  lot  of  rest.  It's  pos- 
sible that  the  baby  might  be  a  little  early. 
That  being  the  case,  we  must  be  more 
careful  from  now  on." 

"I'm  glad  I'm  going  to  have  it  early.  As 
a  matter  of  fact,  the  sooner  it  happens,  the 
better  I'll  like  it." 

Dr.  Watson  smiled.  "Have  it  as  soon  as 
you  like— but  there's  one  thing  I  want  you 
to  promise."  His  smile  widened.  "Don't 
have  the  baby  on  Saturday.  I  have  two 
96  tickets  for  the  UCLA-USC   game.  And 


they're  right  on  the  50-yard,  line  too. 

Jane  and  Geary  laughed.  Then  Jane 
solemnly  promised  not  to  ruin  the  doctor  s 
enjoyment  of  the  big  game. 

They  spent  a  little  time  with  Sister  John 
Marie,  the  obstetrical  supervisor.  Then 
they  went  home. 

Over  Geary's  remonstrances,  Jane  pre- 
pared lunch.  "After  all,  Geary,  you  have 
a  business  appointment— and  besides,  you 
made  breakfast  this  morning  while  I  was 
being  lazy." 

After  eating,  Geary  kissed  his  wiie. 
"Darling,  you're  the  most  wonderful  thing 
that  could  ever  have  happened  to  a  man. 
Now,  I'm  going  to  run  along,  but  111  be 
back  early.  Don't  work  too  hard  with  Earl 
this  afternoon." 

It  was  late  in  the  afternoon  before  Jane 
had  completed  her  work  with  song  writer 
and  coach,  Earl  Brent.  They  had  spent 
several  hours  practicing  songs  Jane  is  pre- 
paring for  her  forthcoming  appearance  at 
Copa  City  in  Florida  sometime  in  Feb- 
ruary. 

Earl  was  just  getting  ready  to  leave  when 
Geary  returned.  He  said,  "Geary,  lye 
never  seen  a  girl  like  Jane  before.  Im 
practically  worn  out,  and  she's  still  ready 
to  sing  another  song.  I  tried  to  get  her  to 
take  it  easy,  but  she  wants  everything  to 
be  perfect  for  her  engagement  in  Florida. 

Janie  explained,  "Well,  it's  going  to  be 
my  first  big  appearance  in  a  long  time,  and 
I  guess  I'm  just  a  bit  excited." 

Geary  said,  "Earl,  why  don't  you  jom 
us  for  dinner  this  evening?  We're  taking 
my  mother  with  us,  and  then  afterwards, 
the  Durneys  are  meeting  us.  We're  going 
to  see  Jose  Greco  at  the  Wilshire-EbelL 

"Well,  that  sounds  like  a  good  idea.  Then 
Jane  and  I  can  do  a  little  more  talking  about 
Copa  City."  '       ,        ,     _  . 

Dinner  was  wonderful  at  Chasen  s.  J  anie 
hadn't  felt  better  in  a  long  time.  She  ate 
a  huge  shrimp  cocktail,  caesar  salad,  large 
sirloin  steak.  "But  this  isn't  enough  for  a 
big  girl  like  me,"  she  laughed.  "Earl,  let 
me  have  a  little  of  your  Chicken  Tetra- 

zini"  ,  ,<m1. 

Janie  still  wasn't  satiated.  "That  was  a 
pretty  good  sample.  Geary,  darling,  111 
bet  you  won't  be  able  to  finish  your  roast 
beef.    Do  you  want  me  to  help  you?' 

Geary  proposed  a  toast.  "To  Janie  and 
the  baby  we'll  soon  have." 

"And  now,  I'd  like  to  have  a  little  des- 
sert," continued  his  wife. 

The  "little  dessert"  was  a  Snowball  .  .  . 
huge  ball  of  ice  cream  covered  with  coco- 
nut and  chocolate  syrup. 

The  happy  group  was  still  talking  in 
hushed  admiration  of  Janie's  appetite 
when  Dorothy  and  Richard  Durney  walked 

in.  ,  .  , 

"Come  on,  we're  all  ready  to  go— and  it  s 
not  much  after  eight,"  urged  Geary. 

Earl  said,  "I  know  you'll  have  a  marvel- 
ous evening.  Sorry  I  can't  join  you,  but 
there's  more  work  for  me  to  do.    You  re 


lucky,  Janie.    You  can  loaf  now.  Have 

Jane,  Geary,  Mrs.  Steffen,  Dorothy  and 
Richard  Durney  took  their  seats  at  the 
Wilshire-Ebell  just  as  the  curtain  began 
to  rise.  The  pulsating  music  of  Spam  filled 
the  air. 

Janie  sat  forward  in  her  seat.  Her  lips 
parted,  and  she  lost  herself  in  the  electri- 
fying excitement  of  the  color  and  sound  of 
Jose  Greco's  dynamic  presentation.  Her 
heart  beat  faster.  She  could  almost  see 
herself  dancing  with  the  group  of  talented 
performers.  Music  bubbled  through  her 
mind.  Then  she  began  to  feel  a  rush  of 
warmth— an  uncomfortable  warmth.  She 
felt  dizzy.  The  dancers  swirled  faster  and 
faster.    She  sat  back  and  closed  her  eyes. 

Geary  looked  at  her.  "Is  there  some- 
thing wrong?"  ■ 
"Oh,  no,  dear.  I  feel  just  fine. 
She  smiled,  but  Geary  thought  it  looked 
a  little  weak.  He  watched  her  as  the  cur- 
tain came  down  on  the  first  act.  She 
seemed  to  be  all  right  again. 

In  the  middle  of  the  second  act,  Janie 
touched  Geary's  arm.  "Honey,  I  feel  ter- 
ribly warm.  Maybe  I'd  better  go  out  for 
a  glass  of  water." 

Geary  was  worried.  Come  on,  dear,  111 
take  you  out." 

In  the  lobby,  Geary  took  a  glass  of  water 
to  her,  and  after  a  few  minutes,  Janie  said, 
"I  think  I'd  like  to  see  the.  rest  of  the 
show."  , 

The  performance  ended  with  tumultuous 
applause.  As  Jane  rose,  she  felt  a  wave 
of  dizziness  again.  "Geary,  I  dorit  feel 
well.   Get  in  the  car.   Please  hurry! 

Dorothy  Durney  spoke  up.  "Yes,  Geary, 
hurry!  I  think  we  should  go  to  the  hospi- 
tal immediately.  Dick,  you  call  the  doctor 
and  tell  him  to  meet  us  at  the  hospital. 

The  car  was  two  blocks  away,  but  Geary 
ran  every  step.  He  was  still  breathless 
when  he  wheeled  the  car  to  a  quick  stop 
in  front  of  the  theatre.  Two  of  their 
friends,  Ricardo  and  Georgiana  Montalban, 
had  witnessed  the  flurry  of  activity.  Ricky 
was  excited.  "Are  you  going  to  the  hos- 
pital?" ,  „ 
Geary  had  just  time  to  say,  You  bet, 
before  he  pointed  the  car  toward  Santa 
Monica.                           -         _  . 

Geary  drove  very  carefully.  It  was  al- 
most 11: 30  P.M.  By  the  time  they  reached 
St.  John's  Hospital,  Janie  was  once  agam 
in  high  spirits. 

"Gee,  I'll  bet  I  scared  you— and  without 
a  good 'reason,  either.  Just  imagine.  Get- 
ting Dr.  Watson  to  meet  us  this  time  ot 
night,"  Janie  giggled.  "He'll  probably 
laugh  at  me  and  tell  me  to  drop  back  some 
time  next  month." 

Just  before  midnight,  Dr.  Watson  met  a 
smiling,  happy  group  at  the  hospital. 
Janie   explained   what   had  happened. 
"But  I  don't  think  we  should  really  have  la 
bothered  you  at  all  tonight." 


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"Well,  as  long  as  you're  here,  we  might 
as  well  examine  you." 

About  20  minutes  later,  Dr.  Watson  re- 
turned to  talk  to  Geary.  "Janie's  a  little 
farther  along  than  we  had  figured,  but  she's 
not  ready  for  the  big  event.  Why  don't 
you  all  wait  here,  and  I'll  go  back  to  her  " 
Dorothy  Durney  said,  "Geary,  I'll  bet  it 
won  t  be  long  at  all." 

Geary  laughed.  "Oh  no,  Dorothy,  she 
won't  have  the  baby  for  days." 

A  few  minutes  later— it  was  just  about 
1:15  am— a  nurse  walked  past,  pushing 
an  incubation  cart  with  a  new-born  infant. 

Dorothy  pointed.    "I'll  bet  that's  your 
baby,  Geary!" 
Geary  looked  at  the  cart.   "It  can't  be." 
A  minute  or  two  later,  he  saw  another 
nurse.    He  walked  toward  her.  "Nurse! 
Nurse!   What's  happening?" 

The  nurse  brushed  past.  She  was  in  a 
hurry.   And  she  didn't  answer. 

Just  then,  Geary  saw  Dr.  Watson.  He 
ran  to  him.   "What's  going  on,  doctor?" 

It  was  dark  in  the  hall.  For  a  second, 
Dr.  Watson  didn't  recognize  Geary.  Then 
he  smiled.  He  put  out  his  hand  and  clasped 
Gearys  strongly.  "Congratulations,  my 
boy!  You  and  Janie  are  parents  of  a 
beautiful,  healthy  baby  girl!  And  Janie's 
just  fine. 

That  was  when  the  exulting  male  voice 
had  shouted,  "It's  a  girl.  It's  a  Girl!" 

"Yes,  that's  the  way  it  has  happened," 
he  thought.    He  ran  the  rest  of  the  way 

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than  ever.  Russians  are  redder. 

Irving  Hoffman  in 
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down  the  hall.    He  hugged  his  mother, 
Dorothy  and  Dick,  too. 

Suddenly,  a  strange  thought  struck 
Geary.  Hey,  look.  This  isn't  the  way  it's 
supposed  to  happen.  I  didn't  even  have  a 
chance  to  worry.  What  good  is  a  father— 
if  he  can't  spend  hours  pacing  the  floor  and 
grinding  out  countless  cigarettes.  I  should 
have  undergone  torture — rivulets  of  per- 
spiration should  have  coursed  down  my 
face.  I  should  have  been  almost  out  on 
my  feet  when  the  doctor  told  me  the 
news.  But  no!  I  feel  wonderful!"  Then 
he  burst  out  laughing.  "Now  I  can  tell  a 
secret.  Janie  and  I  wanted  a  girl.  But  we 
didn't  say  a  word  about  it.  Isn't  it  won- 
derful?" 

"Come  on,  we'll  go  to  the  nursery.  I'm 
sure  they'll  let  us  see  the  baby." 

Geary  thought  his  heart  would  burst 
with  happiness  as  the  nurse  showed  his 
baby  girl  to  the  excited  foursome.  Even 
through  the  glass,  Geary  could  tell  that 
the  baby  had  blue  eyes.  She  was  lively, 
too.  First  she  yawned.  Then  she  frowned. 
Then  she  cried.  So  loud  were  her  cries 
that  Geary  could  hear  the  sounds  even 
through  the  thick  glass.  "Look  at  her 
She  even  has  golden  hair!" 

Geary  asked  if  he  could  see  his  wife. 
The  doctor  said  it  would  be  a  very  good 
idea. 

Geary  walked  quietly  into  his  little  wife's 
room.  "Darling!  Oh,  darling,  we  have  a 
beautiful  baby  girl." 

Janie  was  still  under  the  influence  of  the 
sedatives.  "Oh,  hello,  Geary.  Did  you 
feed  the  cats?  When  can  we  go  home? 
The  doctor  thinks  the  baby  will  be  early. 
Ill  bet  it's  next  week  for  sure." 

Geary  tried  to  explain,  but  Janie  was 
still  chatting  about  other  matters.  He  said 
Look,  honey,  you  think  about  this  for  a 
while  and  I'll  be  back.   We  have  a  girl!" 

Peary  hurried  to  the  telephone.  He  had 
w  promised  Janie  that  he  would  call  as 
many  of  their  friends  as  possible.  And 
their  many  friends  had  insisted  that  he  call 
regardless  of  the  hour. 


sleePy-voiced  Elizabeth  Taylor  answered 
the  sharp  ringing  of  her  telephone.  Geary 
shouted,  "Liz,  we  have  a  baby  girl!" 

By  now,  Michael  Wilding,  Liz's  husband, 
was  wide  awake.  "Tell  him  we're  on  our 
way  to  the  hospital." 

Geary  tried  to  tell  the  Wildings  it  was 
too  late  for  them  to  drive  all  the  way  to 
banta  Monica,  but  they  insisted. 

■?f  was  close  to  3:00  am  when  Liz  and 
Mike  rushed  into  the  hospital.  Beautiful 
Liz  Taylor  was  so  happy,  there  were  tears 
m  her  eyes  as  she  embraced  the  happy 
father.  "Geary,  may  we  see  the  baby— and 
Janie? 

A  quick  meeting  was  held.  Several  staff 
nurses  decided  that  it  would  be  all  right. 
After  all,  Liz  Taylor  had  come  all  that 
way— and  she  herself  would  be  having  a 
baby  in  another  month.  So,  it  would  be  all 
right.  Liz  was  still  crying  when  she  saw 
the  lovely  infant. 

Jane  was  still  a  little  incoherent  when 
the  Wildings  walked  into  her  room.  "Hi 
kids,"  she  greeted  them.  She  tried  to  col- 
lect her  thoughts.  "It's  so  sweet  of  you  to 
have  come  here  this  time  of  night.  It  is 
night,  isn't  it?" 

They  all  laughed  at  that,  and  then  they 
left  Janie  to  sleep  and  rest 

Mike,  Liz  and  Geary  went  to  the  hospital 
chapel.  There  they  bowed  their  heads  in 
a  prayer  of  thanks. 

Like  three  over-grown  children  they 
bounced  out  to  the  Wildings'  car.  Even 
Liz  had  forgotten  for  a  moment  that  she, 
too,  would  soon  be  a  mother.  They  had 
gone  no  more  than  a  few  blocks,  when, 
suddenly,  the  car  sputtered  and  stopped 
dead  in  the  middle  of  Santa  Monica  Boule- 
vard. 

The  men  waved  handkerchiefs  while  Liz 
blinked  her  lights  at  oncoming  cars.  Cars 
would  slow  down  and  then  speed  rapidly 
away.  Finally,  Liz  suggested,  "You  boys 
bhnk  the  lights.  I'll  do  the  handkerchief 
waving." 

This  proved  to  be  eminently  successful, 
for  the  first  car  stopped  and  gave  them 
help. 

Liz  grinned.  "You  see,  even  in  my  con- 
dition, I  can  still  stop  a  car." 

After  eating  a  snack,  Geary  finally 
reached  home  just  after  5:00  am.  He 
tumbled  into  bed  with  a  happy  smile. 

At  8:00  am,  he  was  wide  awake.  He 
telephoned  Janie.  "How  are  you,  darling?" 

Janie  was  just  fine.  She  said,  "I  guess  I 
must  have  been  a  little  sleepy  when  you 
came  into  my  room.  But  I  know  all  about 
everything  now.  I'm  so  happy.  And  isn't 
it  wonderful  that  we  have  a  little  girl.  Now 
we  can  use  the  name,  Suzanne  Heen  Stef- 
fan.  And  we  can  call  her  'Sis' — just  as  we 
hoped.  By  the  way,  dear,  please  call  as 
many  more  people  as  you  can.  And  hurry 
to  see  me.  I  miss  you  very  much  and  want 
to  see  you." 

When  Geary  went  back  to  St.  John's,  he 
"  took  a  present  to  Janie.  Matching  gold 
earrings  and  ring,  made  especially  for 
her  by  Don  Hoffman.  When  Janie  saw 
them,  she  said,  "Oh,  Geary,  they're  so 
beautiful.  I  know,  they'll  be  for  Christ- 
mas." 

Geary  said,  "No,  dear,  this  is  for  the  most 
exciting  occasion  in  the  world.  There  will 
be  ether  presents  for  Christmas." 

Your  reporter  left  Geary  and  Janie  then 
and  walked  down  the  hall  to  talk  to  Sister 
John  Marie.  Her  blue  eyes  sparkled  be- 
hind gold-rimmed  glasses.  "Aren't  you 
proud  to  know  such  a  nice  young  couple? 
They  are  so  happy.  Yesterday  afternoon, 
when  they  were  here,  I  showed  them  the 
nursery  and  ,  told  them  about  everything. 
They  told  me  they  had  prayed  to  God  that 
he  would  give  them  a  good,  normal, 
healthy  baby.  And  God  has  answered 
their  prayer."  END 


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the  house  I  love 


(Continued  from  page  60)  It  is  not  only 
like  a  religion,  this  house  which  I  love  but 
am  not  in;  it  is  like  my  religion,  my  own 
church,  which  I  love  but  am  not  in. 

This  is  the  way  it  has  to  be,  and  a  man 
must  be  satisfied. 

I  wish  I  could  say  I  was  a  good  Catholic. 
My  divorce,  my  second  marriage,  rules  out 
any  possibility  of  such  a  claim.  But  I  am 
a  believer.  I  will  live  and  die  a  believer.  I 
may  never  actually  get  any  closer  to  my 
religion  than  the  house  I  long  for— but  in 
my  heart  it  is  mine. 

You  know,  kids  get  started  out  in  ways 
long  before  they  do  any  thinking  of  where 
they  are  going.  It  happened  that  I  angled 
out  early  and  sharp  from  the  good  life.  I 
played  hookey  so  often  I  never  got  to 
know  the  names  of  half  the  kids  in  my 
class.  When  I  walked  into  the  corner  candy 
store  it  was  not  for  candy  but  for  cigarettes 
—and  not  to  buy  them  if  I  could  swipe 
them.  I  did  this  so  often  that  eventually 
I  looked  on  stealing  cigarettes  as  a  habit 
rather  than  a  crime.  If  I  ever  said  a  prayer 
in  those  days,  it  never  amounted  to  more 
than  the  hope  that  I  wouldn't  turn  coward 
and  run  away  from  a  fist  fight.  As  I  got 
older  I  did  like  to  keep  pretty  neat,  but 
that,  you  might  say,  was  one  of  the  effects 
girls  had  on  me.  If,  at  my  parents'  insist- 
ence, I  went  to  church,  I  was  a  cinch  bet  to 
sneak  out  before  the  service  was  over.  If  I 
didn't  go  when  my  folks  sent  me,  I'd  lie 
that  I  did;  on  a  Palm  Sunday,  for  instance, 
I'd  grab  some  palms  somewhere,  off  an- 
other kid  probably,  and  wear  them  home 
to  make  my  mom  feel  good.  For  the  short 
sessions  I  would  be  in  church  I  can  never 
recall  listening  to  the  priest;  I  think  I 
would  fall  into  some  cataleptic  state  and 
not  know  what  was  going  on  for  as  long  as 
I  sat  there.  And  long  before  I  was  20  I 
showed  a  fine  talent  for  card-dealing, 
working  a  crap  table  and  running  a  rou- 
lette wheel.  My  Aunt  Mary  used  to  like  to 
discuss  my  future.  Her  favorite  prediction: 
"You'll  end  up  in  the  electric  chair." 

It's  not  so  funny.  Of  the  kids  I  knew, 
more  than  I  like  to  think  about  have  done 
or  are  doing  time  in  prison.  When  I  look 
at  them,  when  I  see  what  has  happened  to 
them,  a  shiver  works  up  my  back  some- 
times. I  could  easily  have  gone  that  way 
all  the  way  .  .  .  what  stopped  me? 

The  best  answer  I  have  is  that  my  par- 
ents knew  what  they  were  doing  when 
they  kept  me  going  to  church  .  .  .  even 
though  I  balked,  and  ducked  out,  and  was 
never  attentive.  Every  Sunday  was  a  new 
Sunday  as  far  as  they  were  concerned; 
every  Sunday  I  was  a  good  boy  and  had 
never  been  a  bad  boy.  It  was  as  if  their 
hope  for  me  never  died,  and  as  if  they 
were  doggedly  certain  the  church  would 
get  through  to  me  eventually. 

It  did.  Quietly,  and  mostly  just  as  a  feel- 
ing, I  began  to  realize  there  was  something 
to  it.  It  started  with  a  discovery  that  I  was 
enjoying  going.  I  still  didn't  listen  much 
to  our  pastor,  Father  Richter,  but  I  liked 
being  in  church  .  .  .  the  quiet,  the  peace. 
It  was  as  if  instinctively,  I  knew  I  needed 
this  to  combat  all  the  crazy,  restless  ideas 
that  were  always  running  through  my 
head.  I  wasn't  the  complete  convert,  but  I 
was  certain  that  my  religion  would  always 
be  part  of  my  life  now. 

I  remember  when  I  was  15,  I  wanted  to 
dress  up  for  the  Easter  church  services. 
My  father  had  got  me  a  new  suit  and 
shoes,  but  this  wasn't  enough.  I  figured 
that  he  and  my  mother  were  going  to  a 
later  service  than  I  was,  so  I  went  to  his 
room  and  did  some  unauthorized  borrow- 
ing. A  little  later  Pop  and  Mom  decided  to 
98  go  to  the  same  service,  and  Pop  had  a 


heck  of  a  time  wondering  what  happened 
to  his  stuff.  When  they  got  into  their  pews 
they  saw  me  .  .  .  wearing  Pop's  necktie, 
wristwatch,  spats,  silk  handkerchief  in  my 
breast  pocket,  and  with  his  hat  on  the  bench 
alongside  me.  The  priest  was  talking  about 
two  robbers  .  .  .  the  two  who  died  with 
Christ.  I  felt  panicky. 

I  think  what  helped  me  a  great  deal  as 
a  boy  was  my  father's  youthfulness  ...  he 
was  almost  like  one  of  us  kids  when  it 
came  to  games  and  he  would  join  us  every 
time  he  could  get  away  from  his  barber 
shop  .  .  .  and  sometimes  when  he  should 
have  stayed  and  attended  to  his  business. 
In  the  rear  of  the  main  public  library  in 
Steubenville  there  was  a  large  empty  lot 
on  which  we  boys  used  to  play  scrub  foot- 
ball. The  only  trouble  was  that  we  were 
noisy,  and  the  neighbors  constantly  com- 
plained to  the  police.  I  can  still  see  all  of 
us  suddenly  scrambling  one  afternoon 
when  the  police  broke  up  a  game  .  .  .  and 
running  for  all  he  was  worth,  right  along- 
side of  me,  was  Pop! 

My  trouble  was  that  I  didn't  confine  my 
games  to  football  and  baseball;  I  was  still 
in  high  school  when  I  started  to  take  an 
interest  in  the  games  they  played  in  back 
of  the  cigar  store  at  that  time.  You  can 
imagine  how  much  interest  I  had  in  my 
homework  when  20  minutes  after  I  left  the 
classroom  I  might  be  dealing  cards  over  a 
poker  table.  I  was  one  of  the  poor  scholars 
in  mathematics,  but  I  had  a  sharp  head  for 
the  odds  in  snooting  craps  and  I .  could 
riffle  through  a  stack  of  chips  with  my  eyes 
closed  and  tell  you  how  many  there  were. 
For  that  matter,  all  I  had  to  do  was  .look 
at  the  stack.  It  wasn't  long  before  I  was 
making  as  much  as  $35  a  night,  counting 
my  tips,  and  it  seemed  to  me  that  that 
was  to  be  my  future  .  .  .  working  on,  the 
house  side  of  the  gambling  tables.  I  was  17 
years  old.  In  a  year  I  made  enough  money 
to  buy  a  home  for  my  folks. 

This  was  the  beginning  of  an  old  'teen- 
hood.  Soon,  during  school  vacations,  I 
was  traveling  with  other  dealers  to  places 
like  Covington,  Kentucky,  Reno  and  Las 
Vegas  in  Nevada,  and  even  down  to  Miami 
Beach.  I  wasn't  a  man  yet  but  I  had  a 
chance  to  study  men — at  their  worst,  usu- 
ally, with  greed  in  their  eyes  but  despair  in 
their  hearts.  I  handled  thousands  of  dollars, 
and  I  learned  how  to  detour  some  of  them 
so  they  would  find  their  way  into  my 
pocket.  But  I  wasn't  happy.  The  truth  was 
I  became  troubled. 

Try  as  I  would,  I  couldn't  very  well 
hide  the  fact  that  the  money  which  found 
its  way  to  me  was  money  somebody  else 
had  to  lose.  I  tried  to,  but  what  would 
bring  it  home  was  the  fact  that  many  of 
the  players  were  friends  of  mine  .  .  .  some 
of  them  good  friends.  I  would  get  all  twist- 
ed inside  seeing  someone  I  liked  very 
much  stand  in  front  of  me  and  lose  money 
he  couldn't  afford.  Many  times  I  would 
throw  such  fellows  the  "sleepers"  on  the 
table  .  .  .  money  that  other  fellows  had 
won  without  realizing  it. 

I  would  keep  telling  myself  that  what  I 
was  doing  wasn't  wrong,  but  I  never  was 
able  to  convince  myself  completely  about 
this.  One  night,  on  my  way  home,  I  stopped 
in  at  the  church  and  put  some  money  in 
the  poor  box,  thinking  that  would  help. 
But  it  didn't  work.  The  thing  was  that  I 
was  beginning  to  visualize  myself  as  a 
man,  perhaps  married,  and  I  just  couldn't 
take  the  picture  of  my  children  telling 
friends  that  their  pop  was  a  wheel-dealer. 

All  this  time,  of  course,  my  school  marks 
were  making  nobody  happy  and  my  moth- 
er pretty  miserable.  I  will  never  forget 
her  lecture  to  me  one  night  when  she  saw 
my  mark  for  algebra — something  closer  to 
zero  than  100  per  cent. 

"Well,  I'll  tell  you,  Mom,"  I  replied,  "for 
what  I  want  to  do  in  life  I  won't  need  to 


know   anything  about  algebra." 

"What  do  you  want  to  do?"  she  asked. 

"I  haven't  got  that  figured  out  yet  but  I 
won't  need  algebra,"  I  assured  her. 

Mom  wanted  both  my  brother,  Bill,  and 
me  to  go  to  college.  But  I  chose  that  very 
same  night  to  kill  that  idea,  too.  "I'm  going 
to  leave  the  education  in  this  family  to 
Bill,"  I  said.  "I  won't  go  past  high  school." 

"Do  you  think  you'll  be  happier  that 
way?"  she  asked. 

"I'm  sure  of  it,"  I  answered. 

Mom  nodded.  "All  right,"  was  her  ver- 
dict. "You're  old  enough  to  know  for  your- 
self. Let  neither  of  us  hear  any  regrets 
about  it." 

It's  funny,  but  once  that  was  decided 
I  was  a  better  boy  in  school.  It  was  much 
as  if  I  wanted  to  make  the  best  of  my  last 
days  in  it.  I  don't  mean  I  was  a  better 
student — just  in  conduct.  Before,  I  had  100 
ways  of  making  a  nuisance  of  myself,  most 
of  them  involving  ways  of  diverting  the 
teacher's  attention  or  provoking  arguments 
that  would  kill  school  time.  I  used  to  ask 
"loaded"  questions,  the  kind  that  sound 
innocent  enough  but  open  up  opportunities 
for  argument  that  the  whole  class  could 
join.  For  instance,  one  afternoon  I  asked 
our  math  instructor  if  a  man  had  to  know 
bookkeeping  to  be  an  executive. 

"Of  course,"  he  answered,  not  thinking 
anyone  was  out  to  trap  him. 

"Then  the  president  of  the  country  has 
to  keep  its  books?"  I  followed  up. 

"Oh,  no,"  he  had  to  reply.  "There  is  a 
comptroller  who  does  that,  and  accountants 
in  the  treasury  and  tax  departments." 

"Then  an  executive  doesn't  have  to  know 
all  this  stuff,"  I  declared  triumphantly. 

He  went  into  a  long  explanation,  but 
every  time  he  stopped  I  would  pretend  to 
be  dumb  and  stubbornly  insisted  that,  just 
the  same,  I  was  right.  I  was  being  a  smart 
aleck,  of  course.  I  just  wanted  to  make  him 
lose  his  temper.  It  isn't  any  wonder  that 
one  day  he  went  to  my  mother  and  asked 
her  help  to  get  me  to  stop  disrupting  his 
class. 

I left  school,  but  my  brother  Bill  kept 
on  and  eventually  went  to  Boston  Uni- 
versity, where  he  graduated  as  a  civil 
engineer.  Me,  I  went  into  show  business 
and  started  starving  for  a  while.  Not  long, 
but  long  enough,  if  you  understand. 

I  used  to  sing  around  town  for  fun,  and 
a  guy  who  does  that  and  has  any  sort  of 
voice  is  liable  to  find  himself  lined  up  with 
an  orchestra  the  first  thing  he  knows.  The 
only  reason  I  agreed  to  join  one  was  that 
with  my  inner  turmoil  about  my  gambling 
I  was  willing  to  take  a  chance  at  getting 
away  from  it.  I  had  no  great  urge  to  be  a 
singer.  I  just  wanted  a  little  peace  inside 
of  me.  I  wanted  to  be  able  to  sit  in  church 
and  not  feel  so  much  like  a  pretender. 

It  was  a  bit  of  a  sacrifice  to  leave  the 
card  and  roulette  tables;  I  didn't  get  the 
same  kind  of  money  singing.  An  example 
is  what  happened  in  Chicago.  I  had  a  room, 
one  suit  and  enough  money  for  the  next 
couple  of  meals.  That  wasn't  too  bad  .  .  . 
but  that  day  the  thermometer  dropped  to 
around  zero.  I  sat  down  and  wrote  a  letter 
to  my  father.  He  and  Mom  still  kid  me 
about  it.  I  wrote,  "Dear  Pop,  I  wonder  if 
you  would  get  me  an  overcoat  in  Steuben- 
ville. I  don't  like  the  kind  they  sell  in 
Chicago." 

As  you  can  see,  I  had  pride.  But  I  also 
had  the  chills. 

Once  I  was  singing  in  Columbus,  Ohio, 
and  my  mother  came  to  see  me.  From  the 
kind  of  letters  she  had  been  sending  I  had 
an  idea  she  was  going  to  try  and  talk  me 
into  coming  back  home.  I  didn't  want  to  do 
that  because  I  felt  I  would  fall  into  my  old 
ways.  To  make  her  feel  more  secure  about 
me  I  bought  a  religious  medal  and,  when 
she  came  back  to  my  dressing  room,  I  made 
sure  that  she  saw  I  was  wearing  it. 


She  made  no  comment,  but  her  eyes  told 
me  how  pleased  she  was,  and  not  a  word 
came  about  giving  up  my  singing.  After 
she  had  left  I  took  off  the  medal,  but  while 
I  still  held  it  in  my  hand,  I  began  to  look  at 
it.  It  had  done  a  good  little  job,  I  realized — 
for  both  my  mother  and  myself.  That  was 
its  function.  Thinking  about  this,  there 
was  only  one  thing  left  to  do.  I  hung  it 
back  around  my  neck.  It  is  still  there  to 
this  day. 

It  may  be  that  the  church  is  responsible 
tor  the  fact  that  I  am  less  a  worrier  than  I 
have  ever  been  .  .  .  certainly  far  less,  ap- 
parently, than  most  people  I  meet.  Every- 
one knows  that  my  partner,  Jerry  Lewis, 
is  a  bundle  of  nerves. 

Before  we  have  to  go  on  stage  he  is  as 
nervous  as  a  cat  and  I  have  tried  many 
tln2es  to  talk  him  into  a  calmer  mood 
"What  are  you  afraid  of?"  I  asked.  "There 
is  nobody  out  there  with  a  gun,  you  know. 
And  in  a  few  minutes  it's  over  and  we  are 
oft  again." 

"Quiet!"  he  will  yelp.  "I'm  still  laying  six 
to  five  you're  going  to  end  up  in  the  hot 
seat. 

In  this  Jerry  agrees  with  my  old  Aunt 
Mary,  as  you  can  see.  But  if  I  ever  were 
actually  on  my  way  to  the  electric  chair 
the  warden  of  the  prison  where  I  was  being 
held  would  have  a  tough  time.  Jerry  would 
be  all  over  his  neck  accusing  him  of  break- 


ing -up  the  greatest  act  we'd  ever  had. 

Actually  a  man  who  worries  about 
whats  going  to  happen  to  him  in  this 
world  is  wasting  brainpower  and  heart 
strength.  Anything  can  happen.  The  other 
day  while  driving  on  a  mountain  road  I 
hit  an  unmarked  curve  and  barely  made 
it  around  on  two  wheels.  For  a  second 
there  I  hung  right  above  a  sheer  drop  of 
hundreds  of  feet.  I  might  have  gone  either 
way  and  there  was  nothing  I  could  do 
about  it.  The  motors  of  a  plane  have 
stopped  while  I  was  a  passenger,  and,  once, 
a  good -sized  section  of  a  stone  ledge  fell  off 
a  roof  and  nearly  made  a  grease  spot  out 
of  me.  About  this,  about  what  happens  to 
the  flesh,  there  is  little  a  man  can  do.  He  is 
left  with  only  one  option  about  himself— 
to  choose  his  spiritual  future. 

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me  the  pillars  of  my  dream-mansion  gleam 
white  in  the  street  light,  the  house  sits 
back  square  and  true  ...  a  place  of  hope 
and  comfort,  and  talking  to  me  somehow 
about  God  and  His  plans  for  me.  No 
wonder  I  listen.  And  somehow,  in  the  quiet 
of  the  night,  I  am  able  to  hear  Him  with 
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ALDO'S  DREAM  (Aldo  Ray)                                                 by  Alice  Hoffman  16 

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9.  Is  it  true  that  Bill  Lundigan's  wife, 
Rena,  is  the  daughter  of  the  late  singer, 
Helen  Morgan?— B.  S.,  Jackson,  Miss. 

A.  False. 

9.  I've  been  told  by  people  who  were 
in  Africa  with  him  that  as  a  big-game 
hunter  Stewart  Granger  cannot  hit  the 
red  side  of  a  barn.  Is  this  true? 

— B.  Y.,  Birmingham,  Eng. 

A.  According  to  several  professional 
guides  in  Nairobi,  Granger  is  not  a  par- 
ticularly good  shot. 

9.  Does  Lana  Turner  plan  to  quit  the 
movies  and  live  in  Europe? 

— H.  Y.,  Hempstead,  N.  Y. 

A.  Lana  hopes  to  make  movies  in  Eu- 
rope after  she  finishes  Latin  Lovers. 

9.  What  was  the  real  relationship  be- 
tween Johnny  Hyde  of  the  William 
Morris  Agency  and  Marilyn  Monroe? 

— T.  E.,  Los  Angeles,  Cal. 

A.  Hyde  was  her  agent  and  sponsor, 
Marilyn  his  client  and  protegee. 

9.  What  is  the  inside  story  of  the  feud 
between  Jane  Russell  and  Marilyn  Mon- 
roe in  the  filming  of  Gentlemen  Prefer 
Blondes?  — T.  I.,  Tallahassee,  Fla. 

A.  There  was  no  feud. 

9.  I've  been  advised  by  a  Hollywood 
friend  that  Farley  Granger  who  hates 
publicity  has  hired  a  press  agent.  Is 
this  true?       — B.  T.,  Elkins,  W.  Va. 

A.  Yes. 

9.  Now  that  Jane  Russell  is  no  longer 
under  contract  to  RKO,  can  she  pose 
for  pictures  with  her  two  adopted  chil- 
dren?        — G.  T.,  Silver  Creek,  Ga. 

A.  Jane  is  still  .under  contract  to  How- 
ard Hughes  who  does  not  condone  such 
family  portraits. 

9.  Doesn't  Ginger  Rogers'  third  hus- 
band, Jack  Briggs,  work  as  a  television 
announcer  in  California,  and  not  as  a 
liquor  salesman? 

— A.  A.,  San  Diego,  Cal. 


nouncers  at  KFMB-TV,  San  Diego. 

9.  Why  at  the  end  of  every  program 
does  Jimmy  Durante  say,  "Goodnight, 
Mrs.  Kalabash,  wherever  you  may  be"? 

— J.  F.,  Frackville,  Pa. 

A.  A  remembrance  to  his  departed  wife 
whom  he  jokingly  called  that  name. 

9.  Is  it  true  that  Debbie  Reynolds 
broke  her  engagement  to  Bob  Wagner 
because  she  caught  him  in  the  back  seat 
of  his  car  with  an  older  woman?  If  not 
what  is  the  real  reason? 

— B.  E.,  Burlington,  N.  C 

A.  Bob  Wagner  wants  to  play  the 
field;  he  was  never  engaged  to  Debbie 
Reynolds. 

9.  Can  you  tell  me  approximately  how 
much  money  Elizabeth  Taylor  has 
earned  during  her  motion  picture  career? 

— C.  G.,  Burlington,  Iowa 

A.  Approximately  $450,000. 

9.  What  is  Sterling  Hayden's  real  name  ? 
Didn't  he  have  four  children  by  actress 
Madeleine  Carroll? 

—A.  S.,  Mi.  Holly,  N.  C. 

A.  Hayden's  real  name  is  John  Hamil- 
ton. He  had  no  children  by  Miss  Car- 
roll; four  by  his  second  wife,  Betty 
De  Noon. 

9.  Has  Shelley  Winters  been  dating 
other  men  while  her  husband  works  in 
Italy?  — V.  F.,  Monroe,  La. 

A.  No  dating,  just  dining. 

9.  Is  it  true  that  Mogambo  with  Ava 
Gardner  and  Clark  Gable  is  a  remake 
of  Red  Dust  with  Jean  Harlow  and 
Clark  Gable?  When  did  Gable  star  in 
the  original,  and  who  wrote  the  new 
version?      — H.  G.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

A.  Mogambo  is  a  remake  of  Red  Dust 
in  which  Gable  starred  in  1932.  John 
Lee  Mahin  is  the  author  of  both  old 
and  new  versions. 

9.  Is  it  true  that  Charlton  Heston  re- 
cently had  his  nose  ^modeled? 

— 0.  F.,  Urbana,  III. 


A.  Yes.  Briggs  is  one  of  the  top  an-      A.  Not  Heston — his  wife. 


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By  MARY  MARATHON 

Rosemary  Clooney's  vivid  personality  seeped  right  through  the  microphone  onto 
stacks  of  platters  of  "Come  On-A  My  House"  and  "Botch-A-Me,"  records  which 
swung  her  to  the  top  of  the  list  of  singing  artists  and  focussed  the  eyes  of  Holly- 
wood upon  her.  Paramount  invited  her  to  come  on  to  their  lot  for  a  screen  try 
and  almost  in  the  next  breath  Rosemary  romped  off  with  a  starring  contract. 
After  seeing  "The  Stars  Are  Singing,"  Rosemary's  first  picture,  I  can  well 
understand  why  this  bright  newcomer  to  Hollywood  is  the  talk  of  the  town! 
She's  a  treat  for  your  ears  and  she's  very  easy  on  the  eyes! 

Starring  with  Rosemary  in  this  sprightly  Technicolor  picture  are  Anna  Maria 
Alberghetti  and  Lauritz  Melchior.  Youthful  Anna  Maria,  introduced  by  Bing 
in  "Here  Comes  The.  Groom,"  won  the  immediate  and  enthusiastic  acceptance 
of  screen  fans  and  critics.  This  golden-voiced  youngster  can  act  and  she's  gay, 
too.  In  "The  Stars  Are  Singing,"  it's  a  kick  when  she  joins  Rosemary  and  her 
pals  in  a  singing  commercial.  Lauritz  Melchior?  His  role  of  "Papa  Poldi,"  a 
former  Metropolitan  Opera  great  who  has  been  licked  by  a  swelled  head,  has 
overtones  of  gentleness  but  he  gives  it  the  Melchior  vigor  we've  come  to  expect. 
And  he's  in  lusty  voice!  Talking  of  voice,  there's  one  character  in  this  show  that 
doesn't  have  much  of  a  speaking  part,  but  he'll  slay  you!  His  name  is  Red  Dust, 
world's  laziest  and  funniest — dog! 

For  good  measure,  there's  a  heart-warming  story.  Katri  (Anna  Maria)  in  seeking 
out  Papa  Poldi,  lands  in  the  Greenwich  Village  apartment  where  Terry  (Rose- 
mary) has  gathered  'round  her  a  merry  group  of  young  hopefuls  who  are  struggling 
toward  success  in  the  entertainment  world.  Being  a  stowaway,  Katri  is  to  be 
deported.  Terry  and  her  gang,  along  with  Papa  Poldi,  say  "no  can  do".  .  .  then 
swing  into  action  with  the  vigor  of  a  detachment  of  Marines.  Just  leave  your 
worries  on  the  doorstep  and  direct  your  feet  to  the  sunny  side  of  screen  enter- 
tainment when  "The  Stars  Are  Singing"  comes  your  way! 


Mention  of  Marines,  which  I  did  a  few  sentences  ago,  reminds  me  that  I've 
another  fun  picture  to  report  on— "Pleasure  Island."  Here  we  have  1500  Marines, 
not  engaged  in  war  on  "Pleasure  Island"— just  a  bit  of  skirmishing  among  them- 
selves to  capture  the  attentions  of  three  lovely  girls.  What  delightful  odds! 
How  come  1500  men  and  three  girls?  On  a  South  Pacific  Island  fives  Roger 
Halyard,  British  Copra  grower,  with  his  three  pretty,  young  daughters  and  a 
housekeeper.  Except  for  Halyard  and  his  agent,  the  island  is  practically  manless. 
Suddenly  the  Marines  appear  to  construct  a  landing  strip.  It's  a  riot  thereafter! 
Halyard,  so  VERY  correct,  almost  loses  his  mind  as  well  as  his  three  darling 
daughters.  The  girls  have  a  fine  time!  The  picture  is  in  Technicolor,  which  is 
special  when  a  South  Pacific  Island  is  the  locale.  Leo  Genn  plays  the  father, 
Elsa  Lanchester  the  housekeeper,  Joan  Elan,  Audrey  Dalton  and  Dorothy 
Bromiley,  those  three  lovelies,  are  the  darling  daughters. 


Next  month  I'll  be  ready  to  give  you  the  details  on  "Pony  Express,"  starring 
Charlton  Heston,  Rhonda  Fleming,  Jan  Sterling  and  Forrest  Tucker.  It's  a 
vivid  picturization,  in  Technicolor,  of  the  most  colorful  era  in  our  nation's 
history— a  tribute  to  those  rugged  men  of  vision,  Buffalo  Bill  Cody  and  Wild 
Bill  Hickok!  More  anon. 


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WILLIAMS  •  TOM  MORTON  •  FRED  CLARK  JOHN  ARCHER  and 
RED  OUST  Produced  by  IRVING  ASHER  •  Oireclcd  by  NORMAN  TAUROG 
Screenplay  by  LIAM  O'BRIEN  •  Based  on  a  slory  by  Paul  Hervey  Foi 
A  Paramount  Picture 


Paramount  Presents 


PLEASURE 
ISLAND 

coror  by  TECHNICOLOR 

Starring 

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wittSEMf  BARRY-  EISA  LANCHESTER 

introducing 

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BROMILEY  DAUOtf  ELM 

Produced  by  PAUL  JONES  Directed  by  F.  HUGH  HERBERT 
and  ALVIN  GANZER  •  Screenplay  by  F.  HUGH  HERBERT 
Based  on  Ihe  novel  by  William  Mater 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  GOOD 


ANN  BLYTH'S  MARRIAGE  PLANS  .  .  .  PARTY-OF-THE-MONTH:  ETHEL  MERMAN'S  FAREWELL  FLING  ...  THE 


While  Ann  Blyth  has  officially  made  no 
wedding  plans  to  marry  Dr.  James 
McNulty,  they'll  marry  after  she  finishes  Rose 
Marie,  her  first  picture  at  MGM  on  her  new 
and  wonderful  contract. 

I  talked  to  Ann  the  day  after  she  sent  word 
to  me  of  her  coming  marriage,  and  I've  never 
heard  a  girl  sound  so  radiantly  happy. 

I  had  suspected  that  she  and  Dr.  Jim  were 
in  love,  and  said  that  nothing  would  surprise 
me  less  than  if  they  got  married. 

We  were  together  at  the  Screen  Producers' 
Guild  party,  and  I  saw  Dr.  Jim  surreptitiously 
take  her  hand  and  Ann  blushed  to  the  roots 
of  her  hair. 

At  that  time  I  whispered  to  her,  "Are  you 
engaged?"  She  said,  "He  hasn't  asked  me 
yet."  It  was  a  month  later  that  Dr.  Jim  slipped 
a  diamond  engagement  ring  on  her  finger, 
and  Ann  told  me  her  happy  news. 

Ann  has  gone  out  on  dates  with  boys,  of 
course,  as  any  young  girl  does,  but  she  has 
never  been  silly  or  gaga.  In  fact,  when  Dr. 


Ann  Blyth  dreamily  waltzes  in  the  arms  of  her 
fiance,  Dr.  James  McNulty.  To  learn  how  Ann 
met,  and  became  engaged  to  Jim,  see  page  34. 


Jim  put  his  arm  over  the  back  of  her  chair, 
and  held  her  hand,  I  knew  this  was  it.  Ann, 
who  has  always  had  the  reputation  of  being 
very  standoffish,  was  beaming. 

The  marriage  of  these  two  young  people 
is  so  wonderful,  because  both  are  of  the  same 
faith,  and  they  start  off  in  the  right  way,  with 
a  religious  ceremony. 

Dr.  Jim,  who  is  a  successful  young  ob- 
stetrician, is  the  brother  of  Dennis  Day. 

The  many  stars  who  turned  out  for  the 
"farewell"  party  agent  George  Rosenberg 
gave  honoring  Ethel  Merman  at  Romanoff's 
proved  as  much  as  anything  just  how  popular 
zestful  Ethel  is  with  the  movie  crowd. 

The  Queen  of  Broadway  musicals  was  a 
"doll"  all  during  the  making  of  Calf  Me 
Madame  at  20th  and  had  everybody  singing 
her  praises.  That  isn't  always  the  case  with 
these  Broadway  imports,  either. 

Zsa  Zsa  Gabor,  ablaze  with  jools,  plus 
George  Sanders,  sat  at  our  table.  When 
someone  said  he  was  surprised  that  Zsa  Zsa 
would  set  foot  in  Romanoff's  after  his  Imperial 
Highness.  Mike,  had  called  her  a  "phoney," 
she  said: 

"I  don't  care  what  Mike  calls  me — I'll  still 
love  him."  Pretty  nice  for  a  girl  who's  sup- 
posed to  be  a  firecracker. 

Ethel,  the  one  and  only  Merman,  was  done 
to  the  teeth  in  red  (seems  to  be  the  favorite 
color  this  season).  Of  course,  everyone  in- 
sisted that  she  give  with  a  few  numbers  and 
she  did. 

She  asked  Gordon  MacRae  to  sing  "You're 
Just  In  Love"  with  her — and  poor  Gordon  was 
game;  even  though  he  didn't  know  the  num- 
ber, he  tried.  Van  Johnson,  who  knows  it  back- 
wards and  forwards,  was  left  sitting  on  the 
sidelines. 

This  party  officially  ended  the  long-lasting 
feud  between  sisters  Joan  Fontaine  and 
Olivia  deHavilland.  Just  as  Joan  arrived  at 
the  party,  escorted  by  Collier  Young,  she  met 
Olivia  leaving  the  outside  dining  room  at 
Romanoff's.  The  two  girls  clasped  hands,  and 
the  next  Sunday,  Olivia  took  her  son  Benjy  to 
Joan's  house,  and  they  had  a  nice  talk. 

While  perhaps  they'll  never  be  as  close  as 
some  sisters,  at  least  they've  started  on  the 
way  to  soothe  the  hurt  that  had  been  in  each 
of  their  hearts  for  so  long. 

Getting  back  to  Ethel's  party — Joan  Craw- 
ford attracted  attention,  as  usual,  for  an 
unusual  reason:  Her  hair  was  almost  "crew- 
cut"  short,  uncurled,  and  slicked  straight 
back  from  her  face.  Joan  can  get  away  with 
anything,  of  course,  but  I  really  do  like  her 


with  a  more  becoming  and  softer  coiffure. 

Another  oddity:  Richard  Greene  came 
"stag" — an  awful  waste  of  escort  when  there 
are  so  many  dateless  gals  in  this  town. 

After  everything  had  more  or  less  calmed 
down  with  Mario  Lanza,  Mrs.  Lanza  got 
in  a  face-slapping  incident  with  a  parking 
lot  boy.  The  boy  came  to  me  with  a  long  tale 
of  woe  about  how  Mrs.  Lanza  slapped  him 
and  got  him  discharged. 

As  I  suspected — there  were  two  sides  to 
the  story.    There  always  are. 

Mario's  wife  admitted  that  she  was  highly 
nervous  (it  was  just  a  few  days  before  the 
birth  of  the  Lanza  son),  but  she  said  the  boy 
was  very  rude  and  taunting  and  kept  talking 
about  "rich  movie  stars  who  drive  Cadillacs." 

The  manager  of  the  parking  lot  says  that 
the  incident  with  Mrs.  Lanza  was  NOT 
responsible  for  the  boy's  losing  his  job.  Says 
he  had  many  complaints  from  others — and  this 
was  just  the  final  straw. 

Be  that  as  it  may,  Mario,  himself,  is  in  a 
very  fine  humor.  He  is  delighted  over  the 
birth  of  his  first  son,  Mario,  Jr.  (they  have  two 
little  girls). 

He's  still  at  odds  with  MGM  as  this  is  writ- 
ten— but  I  think  it  won't  be  too  long  before 
even  that  long-drawn-out  hassle  is  settled 
and  Mario  is  back  making  movies  at  the 
home  studio. 

The  worried  look  on  young  Carleton  Car- 
penter's   face    had    all    of   his  friends 
wondering. 

The  reason  back  of  the  whole  thing  was 
that  he  had  taken  a  suspension,  and  he  feared 
that  he  might  never  get  a  good  part  on  the 
MGM  lot  again.  He  also  thought  Dobie  GiJIis 
would  go  to  some  other  actor,  and  he  wanted 
it  badly. 

But  young  Carp  reckoned  without  his 
popularity  and  the  esteem  in  which  he's  held 
by  his  studio.  He  was  taken  off  suspension 
as  suddenly  as  he  was  put  on,  and  given 
this  job  he  wanted  so  much. 

The  t.eenage  cuties  are  gnashing  their 
teeth  because  Bob  Wagner  continues  to  date 
Barbara  Stanwyck. 

One  movie  starlet  who  would  like  very 
much  to  be  dating  Bob  herself,  said:  "What- 
ever does  he  see  in  HER?  She's  been  natur- 
ally gray -headed  for  years!!" 

When  Ava  Gardner  was  so  ill  with  dys- 
entery in  a  London  hospital,  after  pick- 
ing up  a  germ  in  Africa,  she  cabled  Frank 
Sinatra,  "HAVE  LOST  TEN  POUNDS  IN  TEN 
DAYS.  WHAT'S  LEFT  OF  ME  LOVES  YOU." 


Thanks  for  the  Memory 


NEWS 


FONTAf  NE-De  HAVILLAND  FEUD  ENDS 


T  like  Liz  Taylor,  and  I  know  she  didn't 
i  mean  it  the  way  it  sounded,  but  I  wish 
she  hadn't  said  when  she  went  to  court  to 
pick  up  the  S45.000  saved  out  of  her  salary 
during  the  years  she  was  a  minor: 

"The  bonds  have  been  ready  to  pick  up 
for  two  years.  But  I've  been  so  busy  I  haven't 
had  time  to  come  downtown  to  get  them." 

Oh,  Liz — that's  a  lot  of  money  to  be  TOO 
BUSY  to  collect. 

Red  Skelton  had  been  reading  about 
Christine  Jorgenson  (the  GI  who  had 
his  sex  changed  from  male  to  female  via 
operation  and  hormones),  just  before  he  was 
wheeled  in  for  his  own  "upside-down  stomach" 
surgery  at  St.  John's  Hospital. 

Cracked  red-headed  Red,  ''If  I  come  out  of 
this  Arlene  Dahl,  tell  Fernando  Lamas  first." 

That  Red  could  wisecrack  at  all  is  a  wonder. 
He  had  just  weathered  the  unhappiest  week 
of  his  life.  On  the  verge  of  a  nervous  break- 
down from  overwork,  he  had  gone  off  the 
deep  end,  left  home  and  Georgia  and  the 
children,  and  called  newspapermen  that  he 
was  divorcing  Georgia. 

Among  a  blast  of  statements  I  am  sure  he 
is  sorry  he  ever  made.  Red  said  that  Georgia 
locked  him  out  of  her  room  and  the  children's 
rooms  and  that  she  didn't  want  to  be  in  love 
with  him  any  longer. 

"I  am  so  in  love  it's  pitiful,"  he  wailed 
from  the  hotel  room  he  had  taken. 

Georgia  was  deeply  hurt — but  she  proved 
what  a  fine  wife  she  is  by  being  the  first  at 
his  bedside  when  he  was  stricken  ill  on  the 
set  of  The  Great  Diamond  Robbery  and  rushed 
to  the  hospital. 

I  hope,  and  so  do  all  Red's  friends,  that 
this  enforced  rest  will  be  just  what  he  needs 
to  get  his  health  back  and  to  once  again  be 
the  good  father  and  devoted  husband  he 
always  is — when  he  is  himself. 

Personal  opinions:  I  know  Shelley  Winters 
*■  is  miserably  unhappy,  lonely,  freguently 
ill  and  down  in  the  dumps  about  being  sepa- 
rated from  Vittorio  Gassman  while  awaiting 
the  birth  of  her  baby.  But,  honestly,  Shell 
shouldn't  go  around  in  public  wearing  faded 
blue  jeans  (which  she  keeps  fastened  in 
iront  with  a  safety  pin)  and  Hawaiian  print 
blouses.  On  second  thought,  I  feel  awfully  sor- 
ry for  Shelley  no  matter  what  she  wears.  .  .  . 

I  doubt  if  Ava  Gardner  will  ever  stick  out 
those  necessary  18  months  in  Europe  for  tax 
reduction  purposes.  She's  too  homesick.  .  .  . 

No  one,  not  even  the  press  agents,  will 
convince  me  that  Marilyn  Monroe  and  Jane 
Russell    are   palsy-walsy    and    dear  chums 


■  Next  time  you  hear  old  ski-nose  take  a  chorus  of  his  theme  song,  try  to  remember  the  first 
time  you  heard  it.  It  was  introduced  and  sung  by  a  new  face  on  your  screen.  The  Big  Broad- 
cast Of  1938  marked  Bob  Hope's  debut.  In  IS  years  it  has  echoed  all  over  the  world,  in  Army 
camps,  hospitals,  on  battlefronts — anywhere  Bob's  infectious  good  humor  could  make  tired  men 
and  women  laugh  a  little.  Few  entertainers  have  given  so  much  of  themselves  to  help  others,  few 
have  become  world-wide  institutions  in  the  process.  In  recognition  of  Bob  Hope's  IS  years  of 
growing  greatness,  the  Entertainment  World  has  given  over  the  week  of  February  22  as  Bob 
Hope  Week,  to  be  topped  on  February  27  with  a  testimonial  dinner  for  Bob  at  the  Friars'  Club. 
Celebrities  everywhere  join  the  little  people  to  say,  "Thanks,  Bob— thanks  for  the  memory!" 


Bob's  face,  now  a  landmark,  first  appeared  in 
Paramount's  Big  Broadcast  Of  1938.  He  sang 
"Thanks  for  the    Memory"   with    Shirley  Ross. 


During  World  War  II,  Bob  was  never  too  busy 
to  tour  army  hospitals  or  entertain  at  the  front. 
G.l.'s  all  over  the  world  thank  and  love  him. 


In  15  years,  Bob's  never  turned  down  a  worthy 
cause,  has  played  hundreds  of  benefits.  Pals 
like    Lamour    and    Colonna    often    join  him. 


Good-natured  rivalry  between  Bing  Crosby, 
Pittsburgh  Pirate,  and  Cleveland  Indian  Bob 
is  part  of  their  deep  and   lasting  friendship. 


A  crowning  moment  for  Bob  was  returning  to 
his  native  England  for  a  Command  Perform- 
once  in  1947  and  presentation  to  the  Queen. 


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HALO  glorifies  it ! 


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Yes,  "soaping"  your  hair  with 
even  finest  liquid  or  cream  shampoos  hides  its 
natural  lustre  with  dulling  soap  film. 

Halo — made  with  a  special  ingredient — contains  no 
soap  or  sticky  oils  to  dull  your  hair.  Halo  reveals 

shimmering  highlights  .  .  .  leaves  your  hair 
soft,  fragrant,  marvelously  manageable!  No 
special  rinsing  needed.  Halo  does  not 
dry  .  .  .  does  not  irritate! 

Halo  glorifies  your  hair 

with  your  very  first  shampoo! 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 


continued 


Presenting  Miss  Bridget  Duff.  Rev.  Mueller 
christened  Ida  Lupino  and  Howard  Duff's  baby 
girl  with  water  a  Gl  sent  from  the  Holy  Land. 

making  Gentlemen  Prefer  Blondes.  At  least, 
when  I  visited  the  set,  I  noticed  that  both 
girls  retired  to  their  portable  dressing  rooms 
between  scenes.  Most  of  their  conversation 
is  restricted  to  the  lines  they  speak  before 
the  camera.  .  .  . 

I'll  never  understand  WHY  Anne  Baxter 
consented  to  that  smoking  cigars  in  public 
publicity  gag.  She's  heretofore  always  done 
things  in  the  best  of  taste  

Does  it  mean  anything  to  you  that  Lana 
Turner  registered  under  the  name  of  Mrs. 
Crane  Shaw  when  she  slipped  into  Reno  and 
got  her  divorce  from  Bob  Topping  on  the  q.t.? 
(She  was  once  married  to  Steve  Crane  and 
before  him  to  Artie  Shaw.) 

Close-up  of  debha  Paget:  She  bites  her 
nails — but  is  striving  to  cure  this  bad, 
nervous  habit. 

Her  pet  aversions  are  long  telephone  con- 
versations and  beans — any  style. 

Her  wardrobe  is  the  most  expensive  and 
chic  of  any  of  the  teen-age  stars,  including 
three  mink  wraps,  specially  designed  lingerie 
and  dozens  of  hats. 

She  drives  a  lavendar  Cadillac,  just  re- 
decorated her  bedroom  in  startling  black-and- 
white,  and  her-  pearls  are  real. 

Her  mother  and  constant  companion  be- 
lieves that  Debbie  should  live  and  look  like 
a  MOVIE  STAR — after  she  puts  a  proper 
amount  of  her  salary  towards  savings,  of 
course. 

Debbie  has  everything  a  movie  star  has — 
except  a  boy-friend.  It  makes  her  furious 
when  her  mother  is  accused  of  "shooing" 
away  beaux.  "Mother  wants  me  to  have  dates 
and  marry  when  the  right  man  comes  along," 
insists  Debra. 

Her  favorite  movie  stars  are  Betty  Grable, 
Vivien  Leigh,  Ava  Gardner  and  Susan  Hay- 
ward;  and  the  men,  Ray  Milland.  Richard 
Widmark,  Gary  Cooper  and  Ty  Power. 

She  isn't  superstitious. 

She  eats  steaks  cooked  medium,  turnips, 
avocados;  and  drinks  Coca-colas. 

Her  TV  set  is  turned  oh  full  blast — even 
before  breakfast. 

She  doesn't  like  showers.  Takes  two  baths 
daily. 

She  doesn't  care  whether  anyone  believes 
it  or  not— SHE'S  NEVER  BEEN  KISSED  OFF 
SCREEN! 

Gloria  and  Jimmy  Stewart  started  out  tal 
give  a  small  party  at  home  honoring  their 
friends  from  Fort  Worth,  Texas,  the  F.  Kirk 
Johnsons. 

But  they  kept  inviting  and  inviting  unti 
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RITA 

HAYWORTH 

STEWART 

GRANGER 


CO-STARRJNG 


CHARLES  LAU6HT0N 


JUDITH  ANDERSON  •  SIR  CEDRIC  HARDWICKE 
BASIL  SYDNEY*  MAURICE  SCHWARTZ 
ARNOLD  MOSS- ALAN  BADEL 

AND  A  CAST  OF  THOUSANDS 


Screen  Play  by  HARRY  KLEINER  •  Produced  by  BUDDY  ADLER  .  Directed  by  WILLIAM  DIETERLE  .  A  BtCKWORTH  Corporation  Production 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  oews 


When  a  girl  changes  schools, 
what's  a  good  move? 

□  Try  stalking  the  stags    □  Pick  yourself  a  pal 

As  "the  new  girl,"  you'll  be  noticed  — but 
don't  expect  a  brass  band  greeting.  (Your 
new  classmates  may  be  shy,  too!)  Why  not 
ask  one  gal  to  share  a  Slurp  Special  at  the 
local  fizz  palace?  Bimebye,  you'll  be  bud- 
dies. Getting  okayed  by  the  ladies  first— 
leads  to  meeting  the  boy-people.  Same  as 
the  confidence  you  need,  on  certain  days, 
begins  with  the  comfort  you  get  with  Ko- 
tex.  This  napkin  (so  absorbent!)  has  soft- 
ness that  holds  its  shape.  Made  to  stay^soft 
for  hours  and  hours! 


in  the 
know? 


Which  "look"  is  best  for 
lasses  with  glasses? 

□  Uncluttered       □  Dramatic       □  Coquette 

If  you've  got  specs  before  your  eyes, 
choose  headgear  becoming  to  your  face 
type.  Dodge  severe  or  frilly-filly  effects. 
Keep  your  brow  uncluttered.  A  soft,  sim- 
ple hairdo  plus  a  small  or  medium  brimmed 
chapeau  should  suit  you.  For  a  smooth 
look  on  calendar  days,  let  Kotex  keep  you 
outline-  free.  You'll  see  — those  flat  pressed 
ends  prevent  revealing  outlines ! 


What  to  do  about  the  Spaniel  Type? 

□  Rush  away  screaming  □  linger  and  learn 

Adoring  Egbert  —  always  underfoot!  A  good 
kid,  but  you  don't  get  his  message:  you're  too 
busy  torching  for  frost-hearted  Ted.  Should 
you  ditch  Eggie?  Better  linger.  You'll  learn 
how  to  charm  other  gents.  And  at  trying  times, 
learn  about  poise  from  Kotex  and  that  safety- 
center—  (your  extra  protection).  In  all  3  ab- 
sorbencies:  Regular,  Junior,  Super. 


More  women  choose  KOTEX* 
than  all  other  sanitary  napkins 


p.  5. 


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Have  you  tried  new  Delsey*  toilet  tissue  — now  nicer  than 
ever!  Each  tissue  tears  off  evenly— no  shredding.  It's  lux- 
uriously soft  and  absorbent  —  like  Kleenex*  tissues.  And 
Delsey's  double-ply  for  extra  strength. 


Overworked  Red  Skelton  split  with  wife  Georgia, 
and  left  his  children  Valentino  and  Richard  be- 
fore his  stomach  operation.  But  all's  mending  now. 

the  question  and  they  took  over  the  Bel-Air 
Country  Club  lock,  stock  and  bar! 
WHAT  a  party! 

The  decorations  throughout  carried  out  the 
holiday  spirit  of  red  and  green  and  I'm  sure 
it  was  no  accident  that  Gloria's  beautiful  gown 
was  in  vivid  red.  She  looked  so  lovely  and 
so  healthy — and  if  she  seemed  unusually 
attentive  to  two  doctors  present.  Dr.  Mark 
Rabwin  and  Dr.  Leon  Krohn,  it  is  because  they 
saved  her  life  when  she  was  so  desperately 
ill  following  the  birth  of  the  Stewart  twins. 

Jimmy  was  a  wonderful  host  and  danced 
with  all  the  gals — even  me! 

Joan  Crawford  came  with  director  Nick  Ray 
who  used  to  be  married  to  Gloria  Grahame. 
Gloria  isn't  Joan's  favorite  actress,  and  vice 
versa,  I  might  add. 

I  dined  with  the  William  Goetzes  and  Jack 
and  Mary  Benny,  people  I  like  very,'  very 
much.  What  a  darling  that  Jack  is. 

June  Allyson,  who  never  looks  more  than 
18,  looked  even  younger  with  what  I  am  sure 
is  the  shortest  haircut  in  town.  She  and  Dick 
Powell  came  to  our  table  and  talked  a  long, 
long  time. 

Among  other  guests  having  a  tres  gay 
time  were  Gracie  Allen,  Janet  Gaynor,  Adrian, 
and  Loretta  Young  who  wore  sombre  black 
lace. 

Win.  Robert  Taylor  EVER  marry  again? 
I  think  these  quotes,  direct  from  Bob, 
will  be  of  great  interest  to  Ursula  Thiess  and 
several  other  beauties  he's  been  dating 
recently. 

Says  Bob,  "Sure,  I'd  like  to  get  married.  I'd 
hate  to  think  I  was  going  to  'keep  on  NOT 
being  married.  That's  a  grim  future  to  face. 
But  take  a  look  around  at  the  available  girls 
in  town. 

"Most  of  them  I've  known  a  number  of 
years.  Some  are  not  my  type.  I  know  I'm 
not  theirs.  They  seem  to  think  I'm  in  training 
to  become  a  permanent  rolling  stone! 

"Besides,  by  and  large,  they  are  career 
girls.  That  comes  first.  So  where  do  I  find 
the  girl?" 

How  about  someone  outside  the  industry, 
a  non-professional? 

"That's  a  good  thought,"  he  smiled,  "but 
how  do  I  meet  one?  As  you  know,  any  time 
I'm  not  in  Hollywood,  I  like  to  hunt  and  fish — 
and  there  are  very  few  girls  around  hunting 
and  fishing." 

Of  his  marriage  to  Barbara  Stanwyck,  for 
11  years  regarded  as  one  of  Hollywood's 
finest,  he  says,  "It  was  one  of  those  things. 
Who's  to  know  who's  to  blame.  I'm  sorry  it 
broke  up.  Barbara  and  I  see  each  other  oc 
casionally,  maybe  dinner  once  a  month  or  so. 

"I  have  nothing  against  women,  bless  'em 


for  rain... 


m  a 


downpour ! 


"Several  scenes  in  "I  Confess' 
called  for  rain,"  Anne  Baxter 
explained.  ""But  the  weather 
was  so  lovely,  we  had  to  make 
our  own  rain.  After  being 
drenched  by  the  studio  hose, 
I  prayed  for  some  'gentle 
rain  from  heaven' ! 


"When  it  finally  rained,  I  worked  outdoors  in  sopping  wet  clothes  for  days!  My  skin  just 
couldn't  take  it  without  soothing  Jergens  Lotion.  It  kept  my  face  and  hands  beautifully  soft. 


'"Making  these  windy  ferry-boat 
scenes  chapped  my  skin  raw,  but 
Jergens  Lotion  rescued  me  again— 
and  so  quickly— 'cause  it's  absorbed 
instantly!  See  why:  Smooth  one  hand 
with  Jergens  .  .  . 


"Apply  any  lotion  or  cream  to 
the  other  hand.  Then  wet 
thern.  Water  won't  bead  on 
the  'Jergens  hand'  as  it  will 
over  a  lazv,  oilv  skin  care. 


"For  close-ups,  my  skin  was  al- 
ways soft  and  properly  roman- 
tic, thanks  to  Jergens  Lotion!" 
No  wonder  Hollywood  stars 
choose  Jergens  Lotion  7  to  1! 


Use  Jergens  regu 
skin.  You'll  see  w 
men  buy  Jergens 
any  odrer  hand 
world.  10c  to  SI. 


larlv  on  vour 
hy  more  wo- 
Lotion  than 
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Remember  JERGENS  LOTION . . .  because  you  care  for  your  hands  I 


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Dial  Soap 
keeps  complexions 
clearer  by  keeping 
skin  cleaner! 


Dial's  AT-7  {Hexachlorophene)  removes  blemish- 
spreading  bacteria  that  other  soaps  leave  on  skin. 

The  cleaner  your  skin,  the  better  your  complexion. 
And  mild,  fragrant  Dial  with  AT-7  gets  your  skin 
cleaner  and  clearer  than  any  other  kind  of  soap. 
It's  as  simple  as  that.  Of  course  Dial's  bland  beauty-cream  lather 
ntly  removes  dirt  and  make-up,  giving  you  scrupulous  cleanliness 
to  overcome  clogged  pores  and  blackheads.  But  Dial  does  far  more! 
Here's  the  important  difference:  when  you  use  Dial  every  day, 

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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 


continued 


Rubbernecks  Aly  Khan  and  Gene  Tierney  tour- 
isted  over  Europe  together  this  fall,  saw  the  film 
festival  in  Venice.  For  news  of  Rita  see  page  28. 


I  just  haven't  found  the  right  one  for  me." 
Dost  think  the  gentleman  doth  protest  too 

much?????? 

At  the  end  of  their  marriage  Anne  Baxter 
and  John  Hodiak  released  this  statement 
to  me:  "Our  decision  to  separate  after  six 
years  is  a  painful  one.  We  have  tried  very 
hard  to  avoid  the  finality  of  the  word  divorce. 
Above  everything  else  we  wanted  our  mar- 
riage to  be  a  success.  We  have  denied  the 
many  rumors  in  the  past  month,  both  to  our 
friends  and  to  the  press,  because  we  felt 
sincerely  that  keeping  our  difficulties  to  our- 
selves gave  us  a  greater  opportunity  to  work 
them  out.  We  have  no  other  interests  and 
no  career  problems.  We  feel  heartsick  and 
defeated  that  in  spite  of  all  our  hopes  and 
efforts  and  understanding,  basic  incompata- 
bilities  have  made  our  life  together 
impossible." 

The  Letter  Box:  T/Sgt.  William  M. 
Fuhmann,  A-F  12250762,  3537th  Main- 
tenance Sqdn.,  Box  207,  Mather  Field,  Calif- 
writes:  "What's  the  matter,  Louella?  Don't 
you  like  Lizabeth  Scott?  You  never,  mention 
her  name."  Oh,  yes,  I  do,  Bill — whenever 
Liz  is  newsworthy.  It's  obvious  YOU  like 
her,  and  I  think  it  would  be  nice  if  she  wrote 
to  you. 

Sonny  Lou  Milligan,  Bethlehem,  Pa.,  says, 
"Girls  who  pan  Marilyn  Monroe  are  just 
jealous  of  her — I  know  because  I'm  a  girl. 
But  I  don't  suppose  Marilyn  cares  whether 
women  like  her  or  not."  Oh,  yes,  she  does. 
Marilyn  very  much  wants  to  have  women 
friends  and  fans. 

Here  are  some  boys  in  the  service  who 
would  like  to  correspond  with  American  girls: 

Cpl.  John  F.  Wright,  12119106,  Hq.  "Co"  1st 
Btn.  224th  Infantry  Regiment,  40th  Infantry 
Division,  APO  6,  %  Postmaster,  San  Fran- 
cisco, Calif. 

Some  boys  with  the  Forward  Observers 
Team,  who  can  be  reached  at  the  following 
address:  HEM,  3rd  Btn.— 11th  Marines,  First 
Marine  Division,  FMF,  %  FPO,  San  Francisco, 

Cahf-:     Sgt.  John  Larsen 

Cpl.  Edward  P.  Menchen 

Sgt.  Robert  Luyck 

Pfc.  Willie  Williams 

Cpl.  Thomas  Percy  Fitzgerald 

Cpl.  Richard  Norton 

Cpl.  Charles  Marcel 

Cpl.   Ken  Wagner 

Cpl.  Herbert  Tucker 

Cpl.  Cecil  Ditsworth 
Good  luck,  boys.  I  hope  you  all  get  some 
mail.  And  that's  all  for  now.  See  you  next 
month. 


-and  Eat  All  You  Want! 


"It  happened  to  me,"  says 

ZsaZsaGabor 

No  Drugs  ...  No  Diet .  . .  Results  Guaranteed!  Excess  weight 
may  ruin  your  health  and  your  looks,  too.  Lovely 
movie  stars  lose  weight  the  Ayds  way— why  not  you? 
In  fact,  you  must  lose  pounds  with  the  very  first  box 
($2.98)  or  your  money  back! 

Proved  by  Clinical  Tests.  With  Ayds  you  lose  weight  the  way 
Nature  intended  you  to— without  dieting  or  hunger.  A  quick 
natural  way,  clinically  tested  and  approved  by  doctors,  with  no  risk 
to  health.  With  the  Ayds  Plan  you  should  feel  healthier, 
look  better  while  reducing— and  have  a  lovelier  figure. 

Controls  Hunger  and  Over-eating.  When  you  take  Ayds 
before  meals,  as  directed,  you  can  eat  what  you  want- 
all  you  want.  No  starvation  dieting— no  gnawing  hunger  pangs. 
Ayds  is  a  specially  made,  low  calorie  candy  fortified  with 
health-giving  vitamins  and  minerals.  Ayds  curbs  your 
appetite— you  automatically  eat  less— lose  weight  naturally, 
safely,  quickly.  Ayds  is  guaranteed  pure. 
Contains  no  drugs  or  laxatives. 

New  Loveliness  in  a  Few  Weeks.  Users  report 
losing  up  to  ten  pounds  with  the  very  first  box 
Others  say  they  have  lost  twenty  to  thirty 
pounds  with  the  Ayds  Plan. 


"If  you  are  overweight, 
Ayds  can  do  wonderful  things 
for  your  figure." 

Zsa  Zsa  Gabor 


Ayds  helps  Zsa  Zsa  to  keep  that  lovely 
figure.  "Ayds  helps  you  to  reduce,"  says 
Zsa  Zsa.  "I  know,  it  happened  to  me!" 


Zsa  Zsa  with  daughter  Francesca.  "I  rec- 
ommend Ayds  to  any  woman  who  wants 
to  keep  looking  youthful,"  she  says 


Ayds  has  helped  many  famous  Holly- 
wood stars  to  a  lovelier  figure.  It  can 
do  the  same  for  you ! 


15 


At  last  it  can 
be  told — the  story 
of  the  Hollywood 
"find"  who  lost 
his  love  and  now 
quietly  searches 
for  happiness. 

BY  ALICE  HOFFMAN 

ALDO'S 

DREAM 

■  Up  in  Crockett,  California  last  November. 

a  small,  brown-haired  girl  looked  up  at  the  blond 

giant  who  stood  before  her. 

"Hello,  Aldo,"  she  said,  and  her  voice 
was  gentle.  "Are  you  happy  down  there?  Have 
you  found  what  you're  looking  for?" 

He  smiled  down  at  her.  "I'm  still  searching," 
he  said.  Then  he  put  a  big  hand  on  her 
shoulder  and  said.  "You're  very  sweet." 

It  was  a  scene  that  would  have  answered 
a  lot  of  questions  that  had  been  buzzing  around 
Hollywood  for  a  year — in  fact,  ever  since 
Aldo  Ray  hit  town.  People  knew  he  was 
divorced,  or  to  be  more  explicit,  sitting 
out  the  year's  interlocutory  period  which  is 
necessary  by  California  law  before  a 
divorce  becomes  final. 

The  average  Hollywoodites  who  sue  or  are 
sued  for  divorce  follow  a  well-worn  pattern. 
They  announce  the  divorce  decision  to  the  studio 
and  the  press  on  Monday,  and  on  Tuesday 
night  are  seen  around  town  with  somebody  new. 
This  inevitably  starts  a  chain  reaction  of  dates, 
all  of  which  are  suspected  of  being  serious 
romances,  and  none  of  which  mean  very  much. 
There  seems  to  be  a  compulsion  to  be  a  gay 
divorcee,  and  Hollywood  has  come  to  look 
upon  such  shenanigans  as  accepted  behavior. 

It  also  (Continued  on  page  18) 


once  I  had  blonde  hair.. 


then  I  turned  drab  and  mouse' 


now- Richard  Hudnut 

Light  and  Bright  has  brought 
back  natural  looking  lightness 

Nothing  to  mix  or  fix 
"It's  simpler  than 
setting:  your  hair!" 


by  RICHARD  HUDNUT  is  the  newest  cosmetic 
gift  to  blondes,  brownettes,  redheads,  with 
dull  or  lifeless  looking  hair.  It's  an 
entirely  different  kind  of  home  hair  lightener, 
a  cosmetic  really,  that  gives  you  natural-looking 
color  that  won't  wash  out  because  it  brings 
out  the  lightness  inherent  in  your  hair.  Not  a 
dye,  or  rinse,  it's  a  simple,  single  solution 
you  apply  directly  to  your  hair  to  lighten  and 
brighten  a  little  or  a  lot  depending  on  how 
many  times  you  use  it.  And  it's  so  easy  to 
use.  No  mixing,  timing  or  shampooing.  So  safe, 
too.  Light  and  Bright  contains  no  ammonia 
and  the  color  change  is  gradual  because 
you  yourself  decide  how  many  applications  to 
have.  At  all  cosmetic  counters,  l-50  p1us 

'    *  tax. 


RICHARD    HUDNUT  of  Fifth  Avenue 


17 


AT  THE  FIRST  SYMPTOM  OF  A  COLD  OR  SORE  THROAT 


It  Can  Help  Head  Off  Trouble  or  Lessen  Its  Severity 


Yes,  used  thoroughly  and  often; 
Listerine  Antiseptic  can  actually 
help  head  off  a  cold  or  sore  throat  due  to 
a  cold,  or  lessen  their  severity. 

It  fights  infections  as  an  infection 
should  be  fought  .  .  .  with  quick,  germ- 
killing  action. 

Listerine  Antiseptic  reaches  way  hack 
on  throat  surfaces  to  kill  millions  of 
germs,  including  those  called  "secondary 
invaders"  (see  panel  above).  These  are 
the  very  bacteria  that  often  are  respon- 
sible for  so  much  of  a  cold's,  misery 
when  they  stage  a  mass  invasion  of  the 


body  through  throat  tissues.  Listerine 
Antiseptic  attacks  them  on  these  surfaces 
before  they  attack  you. 

Remember  that  tests  made  over  a  12- 
year  period  showed  that  regular  twice-a- 
day  users  of  Listerine  had  fewer  colds 
and  generally  milder  ones  than  non- 
users;  and  fewer  sore  throats. 

So,  at  the  first  symptom  of  a  cold— a 
sneeze,  cough  or  throat  tickle  — gargle 
with  Listerine  Antiseptic.  It  has  helped 
thousands  .  .  .  why  not  you?  Lambert 
Pharmacal  Company  Division  of  The 
Lambert  Company,  St.  Louis  6,  Missouri. 


aldo's  dream 


(Continued  from  page  16)  condones  the 
practice  of  the  separated  couple  talking 
about  each  other  in  carefully  couched 
phrases.  Things  like,  "I  wouldn't  want  to 
say  it  was  her  fault,"  or,  "Well,  I  tried,  but 
he  wouldn't  cooperate." 

Aldo  Ray  was  different.  He  didn't  talk 
to  anyone  about  his  marriage.  He  simply 
said  that  he  had  married  a  girl  from  his 
home  town  when  they  were  both  quite 
young,  that  they  hadn't  made  a  go  of  it, 
and  that  now  it  was  all  over.  He  refused 
to  make  further  comment,  and  he  also 
declined  to  mention  her  name.  The  simple 
fact  of  the  matter  is  that  Aldo  was  be- 
having like  a  gentleman.  He  felt  that  his 
estranged  wife  was  entitled  to  live  her 
own  life  and  to  be  spared  the  fuss  and 
bother  of  publicity  that  would  have 
showered  her  had  he  divulged  the  story 
in  more  detail. 

It  took  more  than  a  little  courage  to 
do  this,  for  in  his  position  Aldo  was  wide 
open  to  the  pat  criticism  of  actors  who  hit 
the  big  time  and  are  then  divorced  from 
their  childhood  sweethearts.  It  was  nat- 
ural for  people  to  suppose  that  his  head 
had  grown  in  proportion  to  his  income 
and  that  he  no  longer  felt  the  marriage 
was  a  suitable  one.  These  things  were 
whispered  as  a  matter  of  course.  They 
were  even  taken  for  granted,  as  are  many 
of  the  similar  cases  in  Hollywood.  This 
is  unfortunate,  for  a  great  number  of  such 
divorces  are  the  result  of  a  schism  that 
had  come  long  before  success.  This  was  the 
case  with  Aldo  Ray. 

He  wasn't  seen  very  much  at  the  bright 
spots.  He  rented  a  little  house  in  Malibu, 
facing  the  ocean,  and  he  hibernated  there 
for  more  than  six  months,  making  the 
long  drive  every  day  into  Columbia  Studio. 
When  he  did  stay  in  town  for  an  evening 
he  was  either  stag  or  with  a  group  of 
friends.  There  wasn't  much  for  the  press 
to  bite  into,  and  they  were  puzzled.  Aldo's 
actions  are  easily  explainable.  His  divorce 
was  not  final  until  November  16th  of 
last  year,  and  he  felt  that  until  that  time 
he  had  no  right  to  be  seen  publicly  with 
another  girl. 

This  story  will  tell,  for  the  first  time, 
the  things  about  which  Hollywood  has 
wondered  for  so  long. 

Aldo  grew  up  in  a  big,  boisterous,  warm- 
hearted family.  His  parents,  Silvio 
and  Maria  DaRe,  were  born  in  Italy  but 
came  to  America  before  they  started  their 
family  of  six  sons  and  one  daughter.  It 
was  a  good  home  for  a  boy  to  grow  in, 
and  despite  the  happiness  of  the  elder 
DaRes  and  the  love  that  poured  from 
them  over  their  children,  Aldo  was  a  typi- 
cal boy  in  that  he  regarded  females  as 
creatures  to  be  left  simpering  over  their 
dolls  while  he  went  out  and  kicked  a 
football. 

He  was  15  when  he  first  kissed  a  girl, 
and  still  remembers  the  shock  with  which 
he  realized  that  he  wanted  to  kiss  her. 
He  gave  her  a  hasty  smack  and  then 
turned  and  fled  down  the  street.  It  set  off 
the  chemical  reaction  which  catapulted 
him  into  a  string  of  average,  schoolboy 
puppy  loves.  The  school  at  Crockett  was 
unified  with  that  of  Rodeo,  a  town  four 
miles  away.  As  it  happened  during  Aldo's 
high  school  years,  the  Crockett  school  was 
predominantly  male  and  the  Rodeo  school 
mostly  female,  with  the  result  that  the 
Crockett  boys  could  be  seen  any  after- 
noon after  school  driving  their  jalopies 
the  four-mile  stretch  to  Rodeo. 

The  girls  of  both  Rodeo  and  Crockett 
were  crestfallen  when  Aldo,  after  graduat- 
ing from  high  school,  joined  the  Navy  and 
volunteered  as  a  (Continued  on  page  52) 


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a  Bright, 
New  Outlook  for 
Dull,  Dry  Skin 

by  Rosemary  Hall 

BEAUTY  AUTHORITY 


How  often  have  you  been  depressed 
at  the  sight  of  rough  flakes  on  your 
skin?  Skin  that  holds  make-up  in 
grainy  blotches... looks  dull  and  adds 
years  to  your  face!  ■ 

Gloom  won't  chase  dry  skin  away. 
But,  here's  how  you  can  put  a  fresh 
glow  on  your  face,  no  matter  how 
dry  your  skin  is  now!  For  as  little 
as  twenty-five  cents,  you'll  find  the 
best  dry  skin  care  money  can  buy — 
Woodbury  Dry  Skin  Cream ! 


And,  here's  why  I  recommend  Wood- 
bury Dry  Skin  Cream:  While  most 
dry  skin  creams  contain  lanolin  and 
other  softening  ingredients,  some 
creams  simply  deposit  them  on  the 
surface  of  your  skin.  But,  Woodbury 
contains  Penaten,  a  penetrating  ingre- 
dient that  carries  the  rich,  softening 
oils  deep  into  the  corneum  layer  of 
your  skin. 

Penaten  helps  these  oils  penetrate 
so  quickly,  five  minutes'  care  is  all 
you  need!  But  use  it  every  day! 
You'll  be  rewarded  with  a  fresh, 
youthful  bloom  you  never  dreamed 
possible. 


Here's  a  simple 
routine  to  follow: 


With  fingertips,  smooth  the  cream 
into  your  skin.  Leave  it  on  for  five 
minutes  .  .  .  tissue  off  .  .  .  and  look  in 
your  mirror.  I  promise  you  the  love- 
liest surprise  you've  seen  in  years.  Try 
it  tonight.  Woodbury  Dry  Skin  Cream 
comes  in  sizes  from  25tf  to  97^,  plus  tax. 


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■  ■  I 

SPECIAL  TREATMENT  FOR 


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Have  you  noticed  lately  that  your 
face  seems  extra  oily  .  .  .  shiny? 
Are  pore  openings  becoming  larger 
. . .  blackheads  beginning  to  appear? 

This  is  what  is  happening:  In 
your  teens,  the  oil  glands  often  be- 
come over-active.  At  the  same  time, 
the  skin  gets  sluggish — fails  to  throw 
off  the  everyday  accumulations  of 
dead  skin  cells.  When  these  tiny, 
dead  flakes  build  up  over  the  pore 
openings,  enlarged  ipores  and  even 
blackheads  are  on  the  way. 


Today 


'  —  Pond's  recommends  a 
greaseless  treatment  for  these  four 
major  problems:  oiliness,  sluggish- 
ness, enlarged  pores  and  blackheads. 
It's  easy,  quick  .  .  .  and  it  works. 


dears  off.. 

"tones.".. 
brightens 

young  skin 


I 


Tonight — do  this:  Cover  face,  ex- 
cept eyes,  with  greaseless  Pond's 
Vanishing  Cream.  Its  "keratolytic" 
action  loosens  dead  skin  cells — dis- 
solves them  off!  Frees  tiny  skin  gland 
openings  so  they  can  function  nor- 
mally. After  60  seconds — tissue  off. 
See  how  fresh  your  skin  feels!  How 
much  softer  and  clearer  it  looks ! 

FOR  THE  SKIN  THAT  REBELS  against  a  heavy- 
make-up:  Before  powder,  smooth  on  a 
greaseless  film  of  Pond's  Vanishing  Cream 
for  a  smoother,  fresher  looking  make-up. 


MOVIE  REVIEWS 


by  florence  epstein 


picture  of  the  month 


Gambler  Ty  Power  plays  for  high  stakes  as  Piper  Laurie,  Julia  Adams,  look  on. 


MISSISSIPPI  GAMBLER 

■  In  New  Orleans  in  the  1850's  life  was  cheap  and  reckless.  Gents  dropped  like  flies  on  the 
field  of  honor  and  ladies  eloped  with  anyone  just  to  spite  their  lovers.  Universal  goes  to  town 
on  these  dime  novel  emotions.  They've  put  Ty  Power  in  Technicolor,  given  him  all  the  nobler 
virtues  and  made  him  a  gambler-the  only  honest  gambler  on ^  the  Miss^sxpp,  And I  they  ve 
cast  two  lovely  blossoms  at  his  feet,  namely.  Piper  Laurie  and  Julia  Adams.  The  plot  gets 
thicker  than  the  river  bottom.  Ty  comes  to  New  Orleans  to  build  a  fancy  casino  One  look 
and  he's  smitten  with  Piper,  a  southern  belle  who'd  gladly  run  a  letter  opener  through  Ins 
heart.  He  gambles  with  Piper's  brother  (John  Baer)  who  pays  off  with  her  diamond  necklace. 
(When  Ty  tries  to  give  back  the  necklace  Piper  rears  like  a  thoroughbred.)  He  gambles  with 
Juha  Adams'  brother  who  pays  off  with  his  company's  funds  and  regretfully  shoots  himself. 
Meanwhile  the  romantic  triangles  pile  up.  Julia  loves  Ty.  Ty  loves  Piper  Pipers  Mother  loves 
Juha  etc  A  couple  of  duels  are  arranged  to  straighten  things  out.  but  they  only  make  hings 
worse  Piper  runs  off  to  marry  a  banker  who  shortly  runs  off  with  the  bank,  and  Ty  s  left  with 
gentle  Julia.  A  lot  more  happens  before  the  final  clinch,  but  see  it  for  yourself. 
Cast:  Tyrone  Power.  Piper  Laurie,  Julia  Adams.— Universal. 


HANS  CHRISTIAN  ANDERSEN 

First  thing  to  remember  is,  this  is  not  the 
life  of  Hans  Christian  Andersen.  It's  the  story 
of  his  faith  in  people  and  because,  as  the 
main  character,  he  is  a  simple,  humble  teller 
of  tales,  the  story  itself  is  fragile.  Hans 
(Danny  Kaye)  is  a  cobbler  who  doesn't  work 
very  hard.  He  likes  to  gather  children  around 
him  and  tell  them  fairy  tales.  The  children 
forget  to  go  to  school  and  Hans  becomes 
something  of  a  nuisance.  So  he  hikes  to 
Copenhagen,  the  big  city,  with  his  apprentice 
(Joey  Walsh).  There  he  falls  in  love  with  a 
ballerina  (Jeanmaire)  who  is  married  to  the 
ballet  director  (Farley  Granger).  Hans  writes 
a  fairytale  for  her.  It's  really  a  love  letter. 
She  turns  it  into  a  ballet  called,  "The  Little 
Mermaid,"  and  soon  Hans  becomes  famous. 
That's  all.  Except  for  the  delicate  colors,  the 
beautiful  scenery,  the  stories  Hans  tells  and~ 
the  ballets  which  have  a  wonderful  dream- 
like quality  about  them. 

Casf:  Danny  Kaye.  Joey  Walsh,  Jeanmaire, 
Farley  Granger,  Roland  Petit,  Erik  Bruhn  — 
Samuel  Goldwyn. 


THE  LAWLESS  BREED 

Nobody  ever  shot  more  people  dead  than 
Rock  Hudson.  But  he  swears  he  did  it  all  in 
self-defense.  You  see,  he  had  an  unhappy 
childhood.  Dad  used  to  beat  him  for  playing 
with  guns.  Rock  left  home  to  make  enough 
money  to  buy  a  ranch  for  Mary  Castle.  Too 
bad  he  has  to  get  into  a  poker  game  and  kill 
Gus  Hanley.  (Gus  drew  first.)  That  does  it. 
Mary  Castle  gets  it,  too — from  a  posse  that's 
hunting  Rock  down.  Julia  Adams,  a  girl  he 
met  in  a  saloon,  helps  him  make  a  get-a-way 
in  a  buckboard.  After  many  a  year  they  settle 
down  on  an  honest-to-goodness  farm.  Too  bad 
the  Texas  Rangers  are  onto  him  at  last,  since 
he's  made  peace  with  himself  and  all.  But 
they  haul  him  away  for  16  long  years.  That 
gives  a  person  pause.  Changes  a  person.  He 
sure  doesn't  want  his  son  to  lead  the  life  he 
led.  So  when  Rock  gets  home  first  thing 
he  does  is  stop  Junior  from  shooting  a  man. 
Guess  you  can  call  that  a  happy  ending. 
Casf:  Rock  Hudson,  Julia  Adams,  Mary  Castle. 
John  Mclnryre,  Race  Gentry— Universal. 
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MEMBER  OF  THE  WEDDING 

This  was  a  beautiful  novel,  a  wonderful 
play  and  now — an  excellent  movie.  It  is  the 
story  of  a  12-year-old  girl  who  feels  she 
doesn't  belong.  Everyone  has  someone  else 
to  love  and  to  share  life  with,  but  not  Frankie. 
Until  now.  Now  her  brother,  a  soldier,  is  going 
to  be  married  and  Frankie  falls  in  love  with 
the  idea  of  the  wedding.  She  decides  that 
she  will  belong  to  the  newlyweds  who'll  take 
her  with  them  on  their  honeymoon  and  keep 
her  ever  after.  Her  two  best  (and  only) 
friends — younger  cousin  John  Henry,  and  a 
warm-hearted  and  wise  Negro  maid  can't 
control  Frankie's  emotional  carryings-on.  But 
they  try  to;  they  try  to  understand  her,  and 
in  the  trying  the  whole  turbulent  world  of  this 
girl  on  the  edge  of  growing  up  is  revealed. 
All  its  wild,  tender,  sweet  and  frantic  feelings 
rush  out  to  grip  and  hold  you  entranced.  The 
maid,  Berenice,  is  played  to  perfection  by 
Ethel  Waters.  Twenty-six-year-old  Julie  Harris 
is  astonishingly  convincing  as  12-year-old 
Frankie.  And  Brandon  De  Wilde  (as  John 
Henry)  holds  his  own  in  this  movie  which 
never  strays  far  from  the  original  conception 
of  novelist  Carson  McCullers. 
Casf:  Ethel  Waters,  Julie  Harris,  Brandon  De 
Wilde,  James  Edwards,  Harry  Bolden. — 
Columbia. 

ROAD  TO  BALI 

All  the  "Roads"  Crosby  and  Hope  ever  take 
lead  to  a  sarong  filled  with  Lamour.  Only 
this  time  it's  in  Technicolor.  That's  the  picture 
— who  needs  a  plot?  Well,  Bing  and  Bob 
are  a  couple  of  girl-crazy  hoofers  proposing 
marriage  to  everyone  in  Australia.  When 
everyone  accepts  it's  time  to  get  out  of  town. 
They  go  by  train — Bing  inside.  Bob  on  the 
rods.  Pretty  soon  they  jump  off  the  train 
and  roll  into  a  herd  of  sheep.  "We're  poor 
little  lambs  who  have  lost  our  way,"  the  boys 
sing.  "Baa-baa-baa"  sing  the  sheep.  Next 
thing  you  know  they  have  beards  (the  boys, 
not  the  sheep)  and  are  signing  up  for  a  job 
with  Murvyn  Vye.  He's  evil,  wants  them  tc 
dive  for  buried  treasure  that  doesn't  even  be- 
long to  him.  Vye  takes  them  to  this  island 
paradise  where  they  meet  the  Princess  (Dot 
Lamour)  and  a  court  of  gorgeous  girls.  But 
the  fun  can't  last.  Hope  has  to  dive  for  the 
treasure  and  there's  a  sguid  down  there  wait- 
ing to  blot  him  out.  There's  more.  There's 
a  shipwreck,  a  headhunter's  ball,  a  volcano 
(erupting),  a  love-happy  gorilla.  There's 
Humphrey  Bogart  coming  out  of  the  swamps 
with  The  African  Queen.  Crazy!  Man! 
Cast:  Bob  Hope,  Bing  Crosby,  Dorothy  Lamour, 
Murvyn  Vye. — Paramount. 

THE  BAD  AND-  THE  BEAUTIFUL 

For  a  long  time  John  Shields'  name  was 
powerful  in  Hollywood.  It  was  the  name  of  a 
young  genius  of  a  producer  (Kirk  Douglas) 
who  fought  his  way  to  the  top  over  his 
father's  dead  body.  (His  father  was  a  one- 
time great  who  died  bankrupt  and  hated.) 
But  Shields  is  on  the  way  out 'now  unless  his 
friends  help  him.  His  friends  think  they  have 
a  lot  of  good  reasons  to  let  him  rot.  You  see 
why  in  flashbacks.  Barry  Sullivan,  a  famous 
director,  takes  it  from  the  beginning,  when  he 
and  Kirk  had  nothing  but  ideas  and  energy, 
up  to  the  time  that  partnership  dissolved. 
Lana  Turner  picks  up  the  thread.  She's  a 
big  actress  now,  but  when  Kirk  found  her  she 
was  a  dead  movie  idol's  daughter  heading 
straight  for  the  alcoholic  ward.  He  pushed  her 
to  the  top,  but  he  pushed  her  his  own  way. 


And  there's,  plenty  Dick  Powell  can't  forget. 
He's  a  Pulitzer  Prize  novelist.  In  a  way  Kirk 
was  responsible,  but  he  was  also  responsible 
for  the  one  big  tragedy  in  Dick's  life.  The 
three  stories  blend  into  a  picture  of  a  ruthless, 
magnetic  man  burning  for  glory.  You  see 
Hollywood  from  the  inside,  and  much  of  the 
glamor  and  excitement  of  that  town  is  in  this 
picture. 

Casr:  Lana  Turner.  Kirk  Douglas,  Walter 
Pidgeon,  Dick  Powell.  Barry  Sullivan,  Gloria 
Grahame. — MGM. 


CONNIE 

Even  MGM's  sorry  for  teachers.  Teachers 
are  not  only  unsung,  they're  underpaid.  Van 
Johnson,  poetry  instructor  in  a  small  university 
town,  lives  on  codfish  balls.    Connie  (V.J.'s 
wife)  doesn't  care  if  he  doesn't  care,  even 
though  she's  pregnant  and  craves  lambchops. 
But  V.J.'s  father  (Louis  Calhern)  is  enraged. 
He's  one  of  the  richest  men  in  Texas — made 
it  on  beef — and  it  kills  him  that  his  son 
won't  come  live  on  the  ranch  and  be  his 
heir.    Teaching's  for  women  who  can't  find 
husbands  is  his  philosophy.    Anyway,  Van's 
up  for  a  promotion.  May  get  it,  too,  if  he  can 
feed  the  Dean  (Gene  Lockhart)  better  than 
his  rival  can.    Only  time  the  Dean  gains 
weight  is  when  a  job's  open.  Poppa  comes  to 
town  shortly  before  the  crucial  supper  at  Van's 
house  and  every  time  he  opens  his  mouth  he 
puts  his  foot  in  it  (they're  saving  the  food 
for  later).   Oh,  Pop's  got  all  kinds  of  plans 
to  lure  his  son  home,  and  a  big  enough 
bankroll   to  carry  them   out.    By   this  time 
Connie  (that's  Janet  Leigh,  incidentally)  is 
pretty  hungry  and  falls  in  with  her  father- 
in-law.  Despite  its  obsession  with  the  digestive 
system  this  picture's  pretty  funny.  Thanks 
to  Louis  Calhern  who  walks  away  with  it. 
And  Walter  Slezak.  a  butcher,  who  helps 
him. 

Cast:  Van  Johnson.  Janet  Leigh,  Louis  Calhern, 
Walter  Slezak,  Gene  Lockhart. — MGM. 


MY  COUSIN  RACHEL 

The  place  is  a  lonely  castle  in  Cornwall; 
the  mood  is  ominous.  Against  a  background 
of  English  storms  and  raging  emotions  a 
story  of  love,  and  possibly  murder  unfolds. 
All  his  life  Richard  Burton  worshipped  his 
cousin  and  foster-father  (John  Sutton)  who  is 
forced  to  go  to  Italy  for  his,  health.  Burton 
never  sees  him  again.  Only  letters  tell  what 
may  have  happened.  Sutton  had  met  "our 
cousin  Rachel,"  married  her  and  then  accused 
her  of  poisoning  him.  Burton  swears  to 
avenge  his  cousin's  death.  Unaware  of  his 
suspicions,  Rachel  (Olivia  de  Havilland)  pays 
a  visit  to  Cornwall.  Burton  is  startled  by  her 
beauty  and  quiet  charm.  He  falls  wildly  in 
love  with  her,  wants  to  give  her  the  estate, 
the  family  jewels,  money.  His  friends  warn 
him  to  be  more  cautious— Rachel's  past  is 
shady,  her  actions  contradictory.  She  leads 
him  on,  then  abuses  him,  accepts  everything 
he  gives  but  never  commits  herself.  Burton's 
health  breaks  under  the  strain,  and  once 
recovered  he  turns  on  her  with  all  the  fury 
of  a  tortured  heart.  Is  she  trying  to  poison 
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r  does  she  really  love  him?  Suspense  mounts 
io  a  feverish  pitch  and  ends  in  violence  in 
this  ambitious  adaptation  of  Daphne  Du 
Maurier's  novel. 

Cast:  Olivia  de  Havilland.  Richard  Burton, 
George  Dolenz.  Audrey  Dalton,  Ronald  Squire 
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LONG  HUNCH  DEP'T: 

Every  vear  along  about  this  time  I  stick  my  neck  way  out  and  try  to  forecast 
the  top  Academy  Award  contenders  of  the  year.  So  here  goes  and  may  the  best 
-al  and  guy  win!  .  .  .  Rivals  for  the  coveted  femme  Oscars,  as  I  see  'em,  will  be 
Shirley  Booth  for  Come  Back,  Little  Sheba;  Ethel  Waters  and  Julie  Harris,  Member 
Of  The  Wedding;  Olivia  deHavilland,  My  Cousin  Rachel;  Bette  Davis,  The  Star, 
and  Joan  Crawford,  Sudden  Fear  .  .  .  Male  contenders  would 
appear  to  be  Richard  Burton  for  Rachel;  Kirk  Douglas,  The  Bad 
And  The  Beautiful;  Gregory  Peck,  Snows  Of  Kilimanjaro;  Jose 
Ferrer,  Moulin  Rouge,  and  Danny  Thomas,  The  Jazz  Singer. 

Real  reason  behind  John  Wayne's  flitting  about  town  is  not  his 
Chata,  it's  said— but  a  new,  unrequited  heartbeat!  The  gal  says 
no  soap  on  account  of  religious  differences,  and  political  ones  too. 
She's  only  25  and  wants  a  guy,  home  and  kids.  So  Duke  seems  to 
be  moving  fast  to  make  believe  it  never  happened  at  all!  .  .  . 
Depends  on  who  you  are  when  you  talk  to  Pier  Angeli  as  to  what 
you  call  her.  Studio  friends  call  her  Pier;  friends  say  Anna  Marie. 

But  her  very  own  amore  tesoro  (that's  genuine  Italian  for  Kirk 
Douglas"!)  whispers  softly,  "Amarella!"  .  .  .  Mona  Freeman  is 
learning  to  speak  Persian  for  a  '-Voice  Of  America"  interview- 
broadcast  with  linguist  Jamshed  Sheybani  .  .  .  Wait'll  you  get  an 
eyeful  and  earful  of  Jane  Russell  and  Marilyn  Monroe  singing  and 
dancing  "When  The  Wild,  Wild  Women  Go  Swimmin'  In 
Bimini  Bay"  in  Gentlemen  Prefer  Blondes— &  songsational  song-&- 
dance  number!  .  .  .  Unhappiest-Hollywood-marriage-story : 
Anne  Baxter  and  John  Hodiak  .  .  .  Most-likely-actor-and-actress 
to  be  nominated  most  uncooperative  again  by  the  Hollywood 
Womln's  Press  Club:  Rita  Hay  worth  and  Mario  Lanza! 

FINANCIAL  PAGE: 

Frank  Sinatra  bought  a  $15,000  diamond  bracelet  for  Ava 
Gardner  that  consists  of  174  diamonds  .  .  -  Ava,  some  "know-it- 
all's"  report,  got  a  cash  settlement  of  $80,000  from  Mickey 
Rooney  in  the  not  too  long  ago  .  .  .  But,  as  an  added  sidelight, 
the  Mick's  other  two  ex-wives  must  be  holding  their  breath— 
because  it's  a  cinch  if  he  and  his  new  bride  welcome  a  child  he'll 
ask  for  alimony  reductions  .  .  .  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor's  salary  is  up  to 
$3,000  a  week,  thanks  to  her  work  in  Moulin  Rouge.  She  started 

a  mere  year  and  five  pictures  ago  for  $200  a  week 
is  down  to  its  last  two  yachts.  Stars  just  can't  afford  them  any 
more— with  the  exception  of  Errol  Flynn,  who  still  has  the 
"Zaca"  and  Humphrey  Bogart,  who  has  the  "Santana."  But 

that's  about  all. 

Hedv  Lamarr  bought  the  Yucca  Street  apartment  building  where 
she  once  hung  her  hat  .  .  .  Alan  Ladd's  deal  for  making  a  picture 
in  Europe  is  $200,000  cash,  deposited  in  a  bank  in  this  country, 
against  10  percent  of  the  gross— meaning  that  he  is  guaranteed 
$200,000  and  10  percent  of  everything  over  that  amount  made  at 
the  boxoffice  ...  And  this  is  what  Johnnie  Ray  claims  he  makes 
(figger  it  out  for  yourself!):  ,:Dough  Ray  Me  Star  So  Ah  See 
.  Patricia  Knight  now  averages  $75,000  a  year  from  her  share  of  ex- 
husband  Cornel  Wilde's  Texas  oil  wells  .  .  .  There  are  two  Annies  in  Blue  Garden^ 
One  of  them-Baxter-gets  $75,000  for  her  chore;  the  other-Sothern-gets  $40,000 
In  addition  to  doing  movies,  television  and  radio,  Red  Skelton  was  lajing 
plans  to  act  as  a  greeter  in  the  nightclub  of  the  hotel  (Continued  on  page  ,6) 


Gabor 

Hollywood 


Lamarr 
Dough  !" 


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BEAUTY  WORLD 


lworth's 
ping  Reporter 


/  hate  to  miss  beauty  aids  thai  could  help  me  look  lovelier.  That's  why  J  shop 
Woolworlh  s.  just  once  around  the  counter  and  I've  seen  every  type  of 
beauty  aid  imaginable  from  .  .  .  well,  timely  cosmetics  that  keep  me  glamorous 

whatever  the  weather  to  the  newest  in  powder  puffs.  At  Woolworlh' s  1  find 
the  best-loved  brands  .  .  .  in  every  size  from  small  trial  ones  to  big  money-saving 
economy  sizes.  It's  so  complete  ...  so  carter/  ...  no  wonder  I  call  il 

my  Beauty  World!  Come  with  me  and  see  .  .  . 


There's  Pacquins  Hand 
Cream  on  the  counter  to 
remind  mel  need  Pacquins' 
soothing  care.  Purple  lahel 
for  normal  skin  . . .  red  for 
extra-dry.  25c,  49c,  98c* 
Again,  Helene  Curtis 
Suave.  When  winds  blow, 
where  would  I  be  without 
it!  Just  a  touch  of  Suave 
gives  hair  a  soft  cared-for 
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Love  the  way  Wool  worth's 
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Noreen  blends  glamour 
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darken,  change  at  will.  It 
shampoos  out!  30c* 

Speaking  of  shampoos,  have 
you  tried  White  Rain?  It's 
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hair. . .  leaves  it  cloud-soft, 
sunshine  bright!  30c, 60c, ?1 
For  a  far  better  wave,  New 
Toni  Trio  gives  a  home 
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wave,  Very  Gentle  for  easy- 
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Shrills  me  to  lind  toiletries 
worth  up  to  59c  in  Wool- 
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creams,  powders,  many 
wonderful  items  from  divi- 
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priced  at  19c*  each. 


G.  With  Hazel  Bishop  No 
Smear  Lipstick  on  your 
dressing  table,  you  seldom 
need  carry  one.  Once  on,  it 
stays  lovely  through  dining, 
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H.  For  a  lastingly  fresh  mouth, 
here's  Pepsodent  Tooth- 
paste . . .  White  or  the  new 
Chlorophyll.  Patented  Oral 
Detergent  brings  a  clean 
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White  10c,  27c,  47c,  63c, 
Chlorophyll  43c;  69c 

J.  Mustn't  forget  Heed  Deo- 
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super-fine  spray  really  cov- 
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safely,  surely,  daintily,  25c, 
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K.  While  I'm  on  daintiness, 
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Protect  against  food,  drink, 
smoking  odors.  Nature's 
deodorant,  chlorophyll, 
sweetens  my  breath  in  sec- 
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cleanses,  softens,  helps  na- 
ture refine  pores.  Grand  as 
a  powder  base.  29c, 55c,  83c* 

M.  I  keep  my  finger  on  fashion 
with  Woolworth's  Helen 
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pretty  because  exclusive 
Plasteen  keeps  nails  jewel- 
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Do  you  wish  you  had  a  complexion  as  flower- 
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Arlene's  beauty  soap — pure,  mild  Ivory? 
More  doctors,  including  skin  doctors,  advise 
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brands  of  soap  put  together! 


iSecu^Uoooa  9^  dove 

■SO  COM.  ({0«/ 

"I  love  to  experiment  with  hats  and  hairdos,"  con- 
fesses magazine  cover  girl,  Diane  Whitton.  "But 
I  don't  experiment  with  my  complexion.  I've  found 
no  soap  suits  my  skin  like  pure,  mild  Ivory!"  And 
remember— what  Ivory  does  for  Diane's  dazzling 
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Yes,  a  smoother,  lovelier  complexion  can  be 
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in  only  seven  days,  your  skin  will  look  clearer, 
softer,  younger.  You'll  have  That  Ivory  Look! 


...it  floats 


More  doctors  mMmMwihmi  mij  other  soap! 


modern  screen/ march  1953 


■  As  you  read  this  article,  Mario  Lanza,  if  he  has 
not  already,  is  preparing  to  return  to  work  and  the 
unprecedented  campaign  of  vilification  aimed  at  him  and 
his  family  is  beginning  to  taper  off. 

Rarely  has  any  one  entertainer,  no  matter  how  heinous 
the  crime — been  the  target  of  as  much  vicious  calumny 
as  this  erratic,  emotionally  immature  but  undeniably 
great  tenor. 

One  is  prompted  to  ask  this  all-important  question : 
was  Mario  Lanza  a  braggart,  a  neurotic,  a  selfish' 
ham  before  he  declined  to  make  The  Student  Prince 
last  year,  or  did  all  these  character  deficiencies  suddenly 
spring  up  after  he  refused  to  star  in  the  film? 

While  Mario  was  making  That  Midnight  Kiss,  Toast  Of 
New  Orleans  and  The  Great  Caruso,  he  was  depicted 
as  a  fine,  upstanding,  righteous  American  blessed 
with  a  voice  such  as  is  bestowed  only  once  in  a  generation. 
Stories  of  his  generosity,  his  gratitude,  his  kindness 
were  circulated  with  great  frequency,  and  for  the 
most  part,  these  stories  were  true. 

Mario  did  buy  his  parents  a  home  in  the  Pacific 
Palisades,  furnish  it,  and  equip  it  with  a  swimming  pool. 
Mario  did  fly  an  afflicted  little  girl  to  Hollywood  from 
New  Jersey  and  infuse  her  with  the  will  to  live.  Mario 
did  contribute  to  the  financial  support  of  an  abandoned 
waif.  He  did  insist  upon  jobs  for  such  friends  as 
George  London,  Nicky  Brodsky,  and  Ray  Sinatra. 
He  did  carry  on  his  payroll  a  group  of  human  leeches  and 
hangers-on  out  of  the  simple  compassion  of  his  heart. 

And  yet,  once  Loew's,  Inc.,  the  holding  company  which 
owns  Metro  Goldwyn  Mayer,  filed  a  $5,000,000  suit 
against  him,  all  these  examples  {Continued  on  page  70) 


Mario  and  Metro 
have  made  up.  It's  not 
moonlight  and  roses 
yet  .  .  .  but  Lanza's 
promised  to  come  out 
singing,  not  swinging, 
on  his  .  .  . 


rn 


RITA'S 


The  Princess  calls  him  "Pepe" ;  all 
Europe  names  him  her  new  romance.  But 
Pepe's  ex-girl-friend  calls  him  names  that 
aren't  so  tender  in  this  Modern  Screen  scoop 

BY  MARSHA  SAUNDERS 


» 


EW 


LOVE 


■  When  the  Queen  Elizabeth,  pride  of  the  British  commercial  fleet,  sailed  into  New  York 
harbor  last  December  13th,  the  reporters  who  covered  the  waterfront  climbed  into  the  Coast  Guard 
cutter  that  heads  down  the  Bay. 

As  the  cutter  drew  alongside  the  Elizabeth,  the  liner's  accommodation  ladder  was  lowered,  and 
the  accredited  pilot  of  New  York  harbor  as  well  as  the  reporters  and  photographers, 
clambered  aboard. 

As  soon  as  the  newsmen  hit  the  deck  they  asked  one  question:  "Where  is  Rita  Hayworth? 
Their  notebooks  were  wide  open,  but  they  were  none  too  hopeful. 

Ever  since  her  marriage  and  subsequent  breakup  with  Aly  Khan,  the  voluptuous  hair-dyed  screen 
siren  has  been  a  difficult  personage  to  interview,  and  on  this  occasion,  after  two  and  a  half 
months  in  Europe,  Rita  ran  true  to  form. 

One  reporter  asked  if  Rita  planned  to  apply  for  the  Nevada  divorce  from  Aly  immediately 
after  she  reached  the  West  Coast. 

Rita  raised  her  right  shoulder  protectively.  "Immediately,  no." 

"Eventually?"  the  reporter  asked. 

Rita  smiled.  "Possibly." 

"Depending  on  what?"  the  reporter  continued. 
"On  myself." 

"We  understand,"  another  newsman  said,  "that  you  and  Aly  Khan  didn't  get  along  too  well 
during  the  last  visit.  Isn't  that  so?" 

Margarita  Cansino  Hayworth  Judson  Welles  Khan  said  no,  (Continued  on  page  56) 


t 


Ginger  Rogers,  42,  is  in  love  with  24-yeor- 
old  Jacques  de  Bergerac.  But  if  she  mar- 
ries him,  will  she  ever  be  sure  it's  she  the 
dashing  French  lawyer  loves,  not  her  fame? 


I  Ja 
y  ha 


ne  Wyman  and  Fred  Karger  are  very 
appy  in.  their   new   marriage.   But  how 
long  can  his  love  live  in  the  spotlight  of 
her  great  popularity  and  earning  power? 


Many  Hollywood  wives 
fight  a  bitter  battle  the  public 

never  knows  about  .  . 
their  implacable  enemy  is  Time 

BY  THELMA  MCGILL 


■  Two  hundred  years  ago  a  wise  old 
codger  named  Benjamin  Franklin,  advised 
young  men  to^-marry  older  women  on  the 
grounds  that  "an  older  woman  is  more  ex- 
perienced, industrious,  and  appreciative  of 
a  younger  husband." 

A  few  years  before  he  married  his  fourth 
wife,  Lady  Sylvia  Ashley,  Clark  Gable 
paraphrased  Franklin  by  saying,  "Give  me 
a  mature,  fully-developed,  worldly  woman 
every  time.  The  sweet  young  things  have 
their  place,  of  course,  and  every  man 
to  his  taste,  but  when  it  comes  to  settling 
down,  I  prefer  to  do  it  with  a  sophisticated 
woman  who's  been  around." 

Gable,  whose  first  two  wives  were,  re- 
spectively, 17  and  11  years  his  senior,  is 
not  the  only  actor  who  believes  in  marry- 
ing an  older  wife.  Desi  Arnaz,  Tyrone 
Power,  Alan  Ladd,  Jerry  Lewis,  Buddy 
Rogers,  Richard  Ney,  Gary  Merrill,  Robert 
Taylor,  and  many  others  have  all  tried 
the  experiment  at  one  time  or  another. 

Similarly.  Ginger  Rogers,  Norma  Shearer, 


IS  A  MARRIAGE  ALWAYS  DOOMED  TO 


When  Bette  Davis  married  Gary  Merrill,  his 
career  got  a  big  boost.  This,  plus  the  fact  he's 
the  boss  at  home,  keeps  them  happy  together. 


OLDER  WIVES 
YOUNG  HUSBANDS 


Barbara  Stanwyck,  Bette  Davis,  Rosalind 
Russell,  Lucille  Ball,  Annabella,  Greer 
Garson,-  and  Joan  Crawford  have  all  main- 
tained that  love  knows  no  age  differential, 
that  what  counts  most  in  marriage  is 
love,  that  a  youthful  husband  keeps  his 
wife  youthful. 

Recently,  Ginger  Rogers  aged  42,  fell 
in  love  with  a  young  Frenchman,  Jacques 
de  Bergerac,  aged  24.  These  two  were  seen 
all  over  Paris  together,  at  the  famous 
restaurants  "Tour  d'Argent"  and  "Coq 
Hardi,"  walking  hand  in  hand  on  the 
Champs  Elysees,  sipping  champagne  at 
the  world  renowned  "Cafe  de  la  Paix." 

When  Ginger  returned  to  Hollywood  to 
star  with  Bill  Holden  in  Forever  Female 
over  at  Paramount,  I  ran  into  her  on  the 
lot  one  day  and  asked  about  the  new 
love  in  her  life.  "He's  just  a  dear  friend," 
she  insisted.  "It  looks  like  an  entangling 
alliance  to  me,"  I  pressed.  Ginger  smiled 
and  would  say  no  more. 

So  what  happened?  Jacques  de  Bergerac 


flew  into  Hollywood  in  pursuit  of  his 
sweetheart,  and  Ginger  not  only  confessed 
the  existence  of  a  full-fledged  romance  be- 
tween them,  but  she  took  Jacques  around 
to  meet  her  agent,  Paul  Small. 

"Paul,"  she  said,  "look  at  this  man. 
Don't  you  think  he  can  make  a  go  of 
it  here?" 

Small  is  a  brother-in-law  to  Dore  Schary 
who  runs  MGM.  He  took  Jacques  over  to 
Culver  City,  introduced  him  to  Billy  Grady, 
the  Metro  casting  director,  walked  him 
around  the  Thalberg  building,  dropped  in 
to  see  several  influential  executives,  Eddie 
Mannix  and  Benny  Thau,  to  name  two 
of  them.  They  took  optical  inventory  of 
Monsieur  de  Bergerac— his  6-feet-2-inches, 
his  188  lbs.,  his  handsome  face,  his  brown 
hair.    The    next    thing    anyone  knew, 
Bergerac  was  under  contract  to  the  studio; 
and  Gertrude  Fogler,  the  voice  coach,  had 
been  assigned   to  teach  him  intelligible 
English. 

When  the  news  broke  around  Holly- 


wood that  Ginger's  new  sweetheart  had 
been  signed  to  a  contract  at  Metro,  a 
studio  which  had  been  releasing  many  of 
its  younger  players  such  as  Peter  Law- 
ford,  Ralph  Meeker,  Dawn  Addams, 
Monica  Lewis,  and  others,  one  of  Ginger's 
non-admirers  said  cattily,  "There  was  a 
time  when  Rogers  could  attract  a  man 
with  her  beauty.  Now  she  has  to  wield 
her  influence." 

That  isn't  true  at  all.  Despite  the  fact 
that  she  will  never  see  40  again,  Ginger 
Rogers  Culpepper  Ayres  Briggs  is  still  a 
magnetic,  curvaceous  eyeful.  There  is  no 
doubt,  however,  but  that  she  went  to  bat 
for  her  young  lover.  That  seems  to  be  the 
fashion  today.  Look  at  Shelley  Winters. 
She  took  Vittorio  Gassman,  a  fine  Italian 
actor  virtually  unheard  of  in  this  country, 
and  within  90  days  made  him  a  celebrity. 
She  not  only  introduced  him  to  the  Holly- 
wood bigwigs  as  one  of  the  world's  great 
actors,  but  she  hired  the  Circle  Theatre 
in  Hollywood   {Continued  on  page  64) 


END  IN  RENO  WHEN  THE  WIFE  IS  OLDER  THAN  THE  HUSBAND?  NO!  SAY  THESE  HAPPY  COUPLES  AND  PROVE  IT. 


six  years  older  than  her  husband,  Lucille  Ball 
eels  this  difference  saved  their  marriage!  Her 
jreater  maturity  stabilized   his  impetuousness! 


Pattii  Lewis  age  has  helped  her  cope  with  Buddy  Rogers  and  older  Mary  Pickford  are  a 
Jerrys  insecure,  rather  neurotic  personality.  A  perfect  example  of  how  two  show  people  of 
younger  g,rl  would  not  have  had-  this  wisdom.      equal    fame    and    fortune    can    be  together 


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A  beautiful  hunk  of  man"  is  how  his  many  fans  describe  this  six-foot- 
three  newcomer.  Rock's  grateful  for  their  adulation,  and  for  their  con- 
structive criticism  (like  "cut  your  hair"  and  "stand  up  straight")  also 


Time  out  for  relaxing  is  a  real  luxury  to  Rock,  who  achieved  some  sort  of 
distinction  at  Universal-International  studio  by  working  for  five  months 
straight  without  a  single  day  off,  right  after  he  first  signed  his  contract 


small,  sun-drenched  house  atop  one  of  the  Hollywood  Hills  is  Rock's 
sachelor  haven.  He  enjoys  living  alone,  but  admits  that  marriage  is 
>n  his  mind,  sort  of.  He's  considered  one  of  Hollywood's  best  ratches 


Rock 


s  come  a  long  way  froi 


~j  560-a-week  truck  driver  he  used  to  be 
but,  despite  his  growing  screen  popularity,  he's  still  not  too  sure  of  him- 
self. Socially,  he  is  more  at  ease  with  old  friends  than  new  acquaintances. 


iUT  WHEN  FANS  BEGAN  TO  WHOOP  AND  HOLLER,  IT  TOOK  A  LOOK-AND  SAW  WHAT  THE  SHOUTING  WAS  ABOUT! 


■  Winnetka,  Illinois  is  a  picturesque,  lake- 
ront  Chicago  suburb  with  prosperous  vis- 
as of  wooded  estates  on  which  a  lot  of 
mportant  Chicago  business  men  raise  their 
amilies.  But  eight  or  nine  years  ago,  as  far 
s  the  high-school  daughters  of  these 
ycoons  were  concerned,  the  town's  most 
atural  wonder  was  the  son  of  a  local  auto- 
lobile  mechanic — six-feet-three  of  dark, 
ashful  boy  named  Roy  Fitzgerald.  They 


weren't,  as  the  pithy  saying  goes,  just 
flapping  their  hps.  Roy  has  come  through. 
He  started  out  slowly  enough  when  he  left 
Winnetka,  becoming,  in  time,  no  more  than 
a  $55-a-month  member  of  the  U.  S.  Navy, 
specializing  in  shipboard  laundering;  and 
later  just  a  $60-a-week  truck  driver  who 
whistled  at  girls  while  he  worked.  But  to- 
day? Meet  a  27-year-old  shaggy-haired  film 
star,  renamed  Rock  Hudson,  who  gets  $1100 


a  week  just  for  being  what  the  girls  of  his 
birthplace  were  inspired  by  in  the  first 
place — himself. 

For  his  first  two  years  in  Hollywood  he 
was  one  of  dozens  of  frustrated  youngsters 
who  are  of  pictures  but  rarely  in  them  .  .  . 
all  remarkably  good  looking  kids  who 
secretly  pray  for  a  break  and  outwardly 
smile  cynically  about  their  chances.  For  a 
time  he  was  better  {Continued  on  page  79) 


33 


Now,  at  last,  the 

story  all  Hollywood  has 

been  waiting  for! 

The  shy  Irish  Beauty  who 

searched  so  long 

for  romance  has  finally 

found  her  man. 

BY  JIM  NEWTON 


■  Ever  so  long  ago  (as  the  young  count  time)  Ann 
Blyth  once  said  in  an  interview  about  love,  "If  it 
comes  to  that,  and  I  marry,  it  would  be  nice  if  he 
were  Irish,  too."  Well,  wouldn't  you  know  but 
that's  just  what  she's  ending  up  doing !  He's  Irish, 
is  Dr.  James  V.  McNulty  who  had  the  lucky  good 
fortune  to  capture  Ann's  heart  and  hand;  and 
who  says  about  it  all,  "She's  such  a  sweet  girl 
...  the  sweetest  I've  met."  He's  as  Irish  as  Dennis 
Day's  brother,  which  he  also  is.  And  it  was  at  a 
great  get-together  for  the  older  folks,  his  and 
Ann's,  held  at  her  home  some  three  years  ago, 
that  first  they  met. 

He  was  just  after  leaving  the  Navy  where,  at 
first,  he  had  been  assigned  to  the  Fifth  Marines' 
medical  unit  and  saw  service  at  Iwo  Jima,  and, 
after  the  war,  was  stationed  a  long  time  at  the 
Long  Beach  Naval  Hospital  in  California.  It  was 
Dennis  himself  who  made  the  introduction,  leading 
his  brother  to  Ann's  side  and  practically  telling 
the  whole  house,  as  well  as  her  (that  proud  he 
was!),  "This  is  the  doctor  I  was  telling  you  about!" 
Ann,  who  hadn't  been  asking  about  any  doctor 
nevertheless  felt  better  right  away. 

It's  the  doctor's  privilege  to  make  the  diagnosis, 
but  this  doesn't  stop  a  girl  from  trying  her  hand  at 
it  at  a  time  like  this.  The  straight  facts  Ann  put 
together  that  moment  were  descriptive  ones: 
Dr.  McNulty  was  a  man  standing  only  an  inch  or 
so  from  tickling  six  feet,  {Continued  on  page  55) 


WHETHER  IT'S  A  JOB  OR  A  WOMAN  YOU'RE  AFTER,  YOU'VE  GOT  TO  COME  OUT  FIGHTING 


FIGHTING 
IRISHMAN 


■  There  may  be  better  places  for  meeting  single  girls, 
such  as  church  socials,  school  dances,  and  Community 
Chest  drives,  but  in  Hollywood  and  the  surrounding 
environs,  one  of  the  most  popular  of  the  boy-meets- 
girl  spots  is  the  beach  at  Santa  Monica. 

One  summer  Sunday  a  few  years  ago,  a  refugee  from 
Brooklyn,  born  Gerald  Tierney — he  has  since  taken  the 
more  euphonious  name  of  Scott  Brady — was  lolling 
about  the  sands,  flexing  his  well-proportioned  muscles, 
surveying  the  beach  for  a  little  female  companionship. 

About  25  yards  from  where  he  sat,  Brady  suddenly 
spied  one  of  the  most  fetching,  tantalizing  assortments 
of  feminine  curves  ever  collected  in  one  body.  The 
possessor  of  these  physical  charms  was  a  tall,  beauti- 
ful brunette  who  lay  stretched  languorously  on  the 
sand,  resting  easily  on  one  elbow,  looking  up  at  the 
young  man  who  sat  beside  her. 

Brady,  who  has  been  slightly  girl-crazy  from  the 
moment  of  his  birth,  rubbed  his  eyes  and  took  another 
look.  This  was  no  mirage;  this  was  a  real  flesh-and-blood 
female. 

In  a  minute  the  young  actor  was  on  his  feet.  With  a 


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Scott  thinks  Dorothy's  got  a  better  figure  than  anybody' 
Four  years  ago  he  met  her  on  the  beach  at  Santa  Monica.  She 
was  a  bigger  star  than  Scott,  then,  but  he's  catching  up  now 


Marry  me,  marry  me,  marry  me"  Scott  keeps  asking  Dottie, 
but  she  can't  make  up  her  mind.  Scott  dates  countless  other 
girls  when  Dorothy's  out  of  town,  but  swears  he  loves  only  her 


WHEN  THE  GONG  RINGS,  SAYS  SCOTT  BRADY! 


Friends  are  divided  on  the  success  of  a  Brady-Malone  merger. 
Although  they  re  both  27,  both  Catholic,  and  both  very  much 
in  love,  they  don't  have  the  same  background  or  interests 


careful  carelessness  he  began  edging  closer  and  closer  to 
the  girl.  Ten  yards  away,  he  noticed  that  her  male 
companion  was  a  friend  of  his,  Joe  Gray.  In  a  minute 
he  had  succeeded  in  wangling  himself  an  introduction. 

"Do  you  live  in  Los  Angeles?"  the  bathing  beauty 
asked  Scott,  "or  are  you  just  visiting." 

Brady  grinned.  "I  live  here,"  he  said.  Gosh!  She  -mas 
pretty. 

"What  do  you  do?"  the  girl  continued. 

Scott  decided  to  use  the  modesty  approach.  "Just 
work  in  a  lumberyard,"  he  said.  Baby!  What  a  shape! 

Joe  Gray  interrupted  just  as  Scott  hoped  he  would. 
"He's  just  kidding,"  Joe  told  the  girl.  "He's  a  movie 
star." 

The  brunette's  blue  eyes  widened  with  expectancy. 
"Are  you  really?"  she  demanded.  "Really  a  movie  star?" 

"You  could  call  me  that,"  Scott  admitted.  "But  I've 
only  been  in  a  couple  of  pictures."  Look  at  the  legs  on 
this  babe! 

"Please,"  the  dark-haired  girl  insisted.  "Tell  me. 
What  were  they?" 

Nothin'  much,"  Scott  said  (Continued  on  page  85) 


The  charm  of  the 
past  is  recaptured  in 
Loretta  Young's 
home.  Precious  heir- 
looms and  antiques 
from  many  lands  whis- 
per of  enchanted 
times  and  places. 


BY  MARVi  PETERSON 


ESTERDAY'S 
MAGIC 


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iff 


turn**  * 

* 

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•  tjiii 


HOUSE  OF  THE  MONTH 


The  oceans  only  half-a-rnrnute  away,  but  Loretta"*  beachhouse,  true  to 
flTT  t™,dltlon'  h°s  1+5  ™n  swimming  pool.  The  patio,  sheltered 
from  the  wind,  is  used  as  an  extra  room  for  outdoor  entertaining 


A  connoisseur  of  antiques.  Loretta  believes  in  making  her  priceless 
possesses  earn  their  keep."  She  uses  her  Chinese  tea  cannisters 
as  lamp  bases,  and  the  armoire  against  the  wall  serves  as  a  bar 


A  modern  glass  tiled  table  in  the  dining  room  is  surrounded  by 
traditionally  styled  chairs.  The  row  of  low  candles  was  Loretta's  own 
idea;  it  provides  romantic  lighting  without  interfering  with  conversation 


This  modern  painting  in  the  hallway  started 
Loretta  thinking.  While  still  leaning  towards 
antiques,  she  now  admits  old  and  new  can  mix. 


■  Peek  into  one  Hollywood  basement  arid 
you'll  find  a  vast  moist  bed  of  mushrooms. 
Prowl  through  another  and  you'll  come 
across  cages  full  of  fat  chinchillas.  There 
are  vaults  full  of  oil  stocks  and  acres 
covered  with  champion  livestock.  Holly- 
wood stars  and  starlets  alike  are  busy  set- 
ting up  sidelines  to  keep  them  off  the  bread- 
lines in  case  they  lose  their  figures  or  their 
fan  mail.  Or  else  looking  forward  to  the 
day  they  can  retire  and  "do  something  else." 

Not  Loretta  Young.  She's  been  a  favorite 
star  for  years  and  years,  and  thanks  be, 
looks  as  if  she'll  go  as  far  into  the  future 
as  in  the  past.  She's  never  going  to  quit. 
She'll  never  do  "something  else."  She's  al- 
ready doing  something  "besides." 

There's  many  a  happy  householder  in 
Hollywood  and  vicinity  that  can  thank 
Loretta  for  their  handsome  hearth.  Around 
movie-town  the  talented  Mrs.  Tom  Lewis  is 
looked  upon  as  real-estate  agent,  interior 
decorator,  and  wholesale  mover.  Sometimes 
her  friends  tease  her  about  it.  As  a  matter 
of  fact  she  got  a  real  work-out  at  a  dinner 
party  at  Rosalind  Russell's  not  long  ago. 

In  the  course  of  the  evening  the  conver- 
sational gears  were  shifted  into  the  subject 
of  real  estate.  "What  are  the  best  neigh- 
borhoods out  here?"  the  George  Ewings,  old 
friends  of  Roz  from  Connecticut,  asked. 
"How  are  the  taxes?  Which  district  has  the 
best  schools?"  The  questions  came  in  fast 
, flurries.  Finally  {Continued  on  next  page) 


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Loretta  Young  isn't  looking  forward  to  retiring  and  doing 
something  else."  Her  profitable  hobby,  interior  decorating, 
keeps  her  busy  when  she's  in  between  screen  assignments, 


Mrs.  Ewing  summed  up  her  curiosity  in  one  sen- 
tence. 

"Roz,"  she  asked  her  hostess,  "if  you  had  the 
entire  county  of  Los  Angeles  to  choose  from, 
where  would  you  live?" 

"Don't  ask  me,"  Roz  smiled.  "Ask  Loretta. 
She's  lived  on  practically  every  street  in  town." 
'  The  visitors  turned  toward  doe-eyed  Loretta. 

.  Loretta  Young  smiled  and  looked  at  her  hus- 
band, Tom,  for  a  little  support. 

"Go  ahead,"  Lewis  said.  "Tell  them.  You're 
certainly  qualified." 

"I  admit  we've  moved  .around  a  bit  since  we 
were  married,"  .Loretta  began.  "But  really,  every 
street  in  town,  that's  .  .  ." 

"Five  times  in  eight  years,"  Tom  Lewis  said. 

"Then  what  do  you  think  is  the  best  location," 
the  Ewings  insisted,  "for  people  with  children?" 

Loretta  thought  for  a  few  moments.  In  the  20 
years  since  she'd  moved  from  her  mother's  board- 
ing house  on  Green  and  Fourth,  she'd  lived  in  at 
least  a  dozen  different  homes. 

"It  depends  on  what  your  family  likes  to  do," 
the  actress  said  presently.  "San  Fernando  and  the 
valley  are  wonderful  if  you  want  to  keep  horses 
and  live  in  a  ranch-type  house.  Pasadena  is  a 
solid  community  and  very  accessible  to  down- 
town Los  Angeles.  The  Pacific  Palisades  are 
dramatic  and  Beverly  Hills  has  fine  schools  .  .  . 
so  there  you  are." 

"Where  do  you  five?"  Mrs.. Ewing  asked. 

"Right  now,"  Loretta  (Continued  on  page  84) 


40 


HOW  THE  STARS  FOUND  FAITH 


I  sing^  for  St 


.  Jude 


The  Thomas  family 
link  hands  in 
happiness — Danny, 
Rosemarie,  Margaret, 
Theresa  and  Tony. 


MY  BEST  SONG  SOUNDS  ONLY  IN  MY  HEART.    GOD  ALONE  HEARS,  BUT  ALL  MEN  JOIN  THE  CHORUS. 


■  Sometimes  when  I  am  getting  so  I  think  I  know  all  the 
answers,  when  arrogance  sells  me  the  idea  I'm  master  of  all 
I  survey,  and  all  this  on  the  basis  of  material  justification 
only— meaning  I  have  got  hold  of  a  little  money,  maybe— I 
hit  the  bench  in  church  with  my  knees  and  a  great  equaliza- 
tion takes  place.  Humbleness,  which  is  the  only  truth  we 
should  live  in.  grips  me,  and  I  wince  remembering  what  a 
peacock  I  tried  to  be.  I  know  in  my  heart  that  I  don't  really 
want  anything  special.  I  was  a  poor  boy  born  into  a  rich 
heritage  of  love  and  mercy  and  that  is  the  core  of  my 
happiness  ...  not  anything  I  acquired  later. 

I  realize  today  that  it  was  my  mother  who  first  showed  me 
what  in  life  had  meaning  and  what  was  secondary.  She 
used  to  tell  me  stories  about  her  home  country  of  Lebanon 


in  which  the  characters  were  weighed  by  only  one  cri- 
terion—they either  had  hearts  and  souls  or  they  didn't.  She 
never  wasted  a  word  on  whether  they  were  rich,  poor,  power- 
ful or  weak.  It  became  clear  that  this  was  unimportant, 
and  it  has  remained  clear  to  me  except  when  ego  temporarily 
clouds  my  vision.  Hers  were  old  fashioned  stories  and  may- 
be not  the  kind  modern  child  psychiatrists  would  approve. 
But  judge  for  yourself.  My  favorite  was  about  the  murderer 
who  knew  that  the  safest  place  to  hide  from  the  mob  was 
in  the  home  and  at  the  feet  of  the  dead  man's  father. 

"This  is  the  way  it  is  in  Lebanon,"  she  would  say,  "and 
never  has  the  father  failed  in  his  duty  to  protect  because 
this  is  the  supreme  test." 

"What  test?"  I  asked  the  first  (Continued  on  page  67) 


41 


No  thrush  should  dare 
to  sing;  nor  any  rose 
to  bloom.  A  lover's  kiss 
is  false — if  Lana  truly 
means  this  bitter  phrase. 

BY  JIM  HENAGHAN 


THERE'S  NO  SUCH 

THING  AS  LOVE! 


11 


■  On  the  fringe  of  Hollywood — out 
where  the  Sunset  Strip  begins— there  is  a 
small  cafe,  not  much  bigger  than  the  average 
living  room,  that  is  called  by  the  odd  name 
of  My  Own  Place.  It  is  the  headquarters, 
office,  and  bandstand  for  an  enterprising 
young  disk  jockey  named  Larry  Finley 
who  sits  in  the  window  of  the  little 
restaurant  until  four  o'clock  in  the  morning 
spinning  records  and  commenting  on  the 
arrival  and  departure  of  the  famous. 
A  lot  of  celebrities  patronize  My 
Own  Place,  for  it  is  the  last  place  a 
stay-out-later  can  get  into  after 
the  saloons  and  night  clubs  close  at  two  a.m. 

On  this  particular  night  the  place  was 
jumping  as  usual  at  three  o'clock. 
A  producer  sat  near  the  doorway  telling 
a  couple  of  newspapermen  what  a  great 
picture  he  had  just  made.  An  actor 
and  a  director  plotted  a  future  scene  on 
a  calico  table  cloth.  And  over  in  a  far  corner 
a  blonde  girl  in  a  mink  coat  sat  and  sipped 
coffee  and  chatted  quietly  with  a  young 
French  actor  new  to  Hollywood.  A  magazine 
writer  watched  them  for  a  Tew  minutes  then 
walked  over  to  their  table.  He  said 
hello  to  the  girl  and  then 
waited  for  an  introduction  to  the  man. 

Nobody  introduced  him;  the  girl 
just  smiled  in  amusement  and  the  writer 
just  smifed  back  at  her.  It  was  a  game.  The 
girl  was  (Continued  on  page  S3) 


Lana  has  a  mighty  warm  smile 
for  Lex  Barker;  but  since  the  Lamas 
fiasco,  this  baby  is  cold  inside. 


They're  splitting  up,  say  the  papers. 

"Je  €  adore"  whispers  Leslie.  It's  a  divorce 
says  the  radio.  "Boy,  I  love  you,  baby'  says  her  man ! 

BY  SUSAN  TRENT 


SELECT  THE  YEAR'S  BEST-TRESSED 


GENE  TIERNEY  likes  this  style.  It  complements  any 
costume  her  extremely  varied  socio!  life  requires. 


JANE  POWELL's  quick,  eosy  sryle  is  kind  to  her 

tr. pie  role  as  a  wife,  a  mother  and  a  busy  career  girl. 


THE  MOST 

BEAUTIFUL 
HAIR  IN 

THE  WORLD 


■  There's  an  old  cliche  that  tells  us  that  a  woman  is  beautiful 

from  "the  top  of  her  head  to  the  tip  of  her  toes."  Now, 

Modern  Screen  is  a  firm  believer  in  starting  at  the  top,  so  for  the 

third  year  it  has  invited  nine  beauty  experts  to  select  12 

more  Hollywood  stars  to  join  the  royal  24  whose  "crowing  glories" 

have  already  been  pronounced  "The  Most  Beautiful  Hair 

In  The  World." 

This  year's  delectable  dozen  are:  Gene  Tierney,  Ann  Sheridan. 
Marilyn  Monroe,  Cyd  Charisse,  Claudette  Colbert,  Joyce  Holden, 
Jane  Powell,  Piper  Laurie,  Debra  Paget,  Pier  Angeli,  Rosemarv 
Clooney,  and  Ursula  Thiess.  Some  of  these  top-notchers 
are  old  favorites,  some  brand  new  arrivals,  but  they  all  have  one 
thing  in  common— a  lovely  head  on  their  shoulders. 

But  it  wasn't  always  necessarily  so.  Some  of  these  shining 
examples  weren't  natural-born  Goldilocks.  They've  worked  hard  to 
make  head-lines.  They  care  for  their  natural  gifts,  they  experiment 
on  improvements,  and  they  never  forget  or  neglect  their  hair. 

Styling,  actually,  is  the  lesser  problem.  Often  the  cut  is 
determined  by  an  artist  for  a  particular  screen  role.  Sometimes, 
when  an  actress  like  Claudette  Colbert,  finds  the  perfect  coiffure, 
she  never  allows  it  to  be  altered.  Sometimes,  as  recently  happened 
to  Anne  Baxter,  a  change  for  a  particular  movie  creates  a 
happy  change  of  off-screen  appearance,  too.  And  many  of  the 
younger  stars,  Debra  Paget  and  Piper  Laurie  among  them, 
prefer  to  cut  and  curl  their  own. 

As  for  up-keep— each  girl  has  her  own  special  theory:  Marilyn 
Monroe  uses  brilliantine  as  protection  against  the  sun; 
Pier  Angeli  is  convinced  that  plenty  of  air  keeps  her  hair  healthy; 
Ursula  Thiess  never  misses  a  scalp  massage.  But  all  of  these 
stars,  and  those  who  have  gone  before,  have  two  gospel  rules. 
Beautiful  hair  must  be  clean,  clean,  clean  .  .  .  beautiful  hair  must 
be  brushed,  brushed,  brushed.  This  is  where  true  hair  glamor 
starts  for -the  most  pampered  star  or  the  girl  next  door. 

The  judges  who  selected  these  stars  were:  Nellie  Manley, 
Paramount;  Helen  Hunt,  Columbia;  Jean  Reilly,  Warners;  Larry 
Germain.  RKO;  Irene  Brooks,  20-Fox;  Joan  St.  Oegger, 
Universal;  Bill  Tuttle,  MGM;  Perc  Westmore,  Westmore  Salon ; 
and  Myron  Nolt  of  the  Beauty  Salon,  Beverly  Wilshire  Hotel. 


CLAUDETTE  COLBERT'S  ~orn  the  some  bongs  ond  short 
ho-eo  slice  her  movie  debut,  looks  lovely  in  them. 


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Dale  and  Jackie's  recent 
marital  rift  was  caused  by  his  inflated 
ego,  said  the  columnists. 


Has  Dale  Robertson 
"gone  Hollywood"? 
Have  the  dazzling  smiles 
of  Fame  and  Fortune 
blinded  him  into  snub- 
bing old  friends,  and 
fighting  with  his  wife? 

BY  CONSUELO  ANDERSON 


■  "Who's  next,"  asked  the  Colonel  of  his  aide. 

"Sir,  it's  the  Lieutenant  with  the  shattered  knee- 
cap. Dayle  LyMoine  Robertson,  his  name  is," 
the  Corporal  spoke  with  some  awe  in  his  voice. 
"He's  really  had  it  rough,  sir.  The  Lieutenant 
was  with  the  332nd  Combat  Engineers." 

That  was  credential  enough  for  the  Colonel. 
For  even  safe  at  home  at  Fort  Bragg, 
North  Carolina,  the  European  exploits  of  that 
bunch  of  heros  was  well  discussed. 

"Knee-cap,  hmmm.  And  with  the  332nd.  That 
calls  for  something  special,"  and  the  Colonel 
began  riffling  through  his  mind  for  an  assignment 
for  Lt.  Robertson  that  would  keep  him 
occupied— and  happy— for  the  time  he  would 
linger  in  Fort  Bragg  before  being  discharged. 

When  Dale  Robertson  (as  he  spells  his  name 
now)  was  ushered  in  to  the  Commanding 
Officer's  presence,  the  Colonel  knew  just  how 
well  he'd  picked  the  task  for  the  man. 
He  saw  a  tall,  ruggedly  handsome  soldier  in  front 
of  him,  and  just  knew  that  the  guy 
had  a  way  with  the  ladies. 

That's  what  the  Lieutenant  needed  for  his 
mission.  The  choice  and  challenging  assignment 
was  to  decorate  the  walls  of  the  Officers' 
Club  with  a  dozen  or  more  life-size  photographs 
of  fetching  females  in  assorted  poses.  The 
Colonel  smiled  as  he  gave  the  order;  Dale 
grinned  as  he  acknowledged  it. 

Ft.  Bragg  is  located  some  12  miles  from  the  city 
of  Fayetteville,  and  while  that  municipality 
boasts  many  beautiful- women,  there  are  precious 
few  professional  models  within  its  environs 
who  will  pose  in  nature's  garment  even  for  so 
lofty  a  purpose  (Continued  on  page  60) 


aldo's  dream 


(Continued  from  page  18)  Frog  Man.  He 
came  back  on  leave,  more  than  a  year  later, 
and  one  afternoon  an  old  schoolmate  of  his 
asked  if  he  wanted  to  see  the  local  bas- 
ketball game  that  night 

"Sure,"  said  Aldo.  He'd  been  through 
a  lot  by  then  but  he'd  been  away  actually 
only  a  short  time,  and  still  knew  all  the 
kids  on  both  teams.  ;  _ 

"You  want  to  bring  a  girl  friend?  he 
said. 

Aldo  grinned.  "Sure.  And  I  know 
which  one,  if  you  can  fix  it  for  me. 

He  didn't  know  it  then,  but  he  was  re- 
ferring to  his  future  wife.  She  was  a 
senior  in  high  school  at  the  time,  and 
he'd  known  her  only  casually  before  he 
went  away.  He'd  seen  her  on  the  street 
that  afternoon  and  she'd  been  so  gay  and 
friendly  that  he  felt  attracted  to  her 
right  away. 

They  went  to  the  game  together  and  in 
the  ensuing  months  he  always  phoned  her 
for  dates  when  he  was  home  on  liberty. 
He  was  discharged  from  the  Navy  the 
following  spring,  and  before  either  of  them 
realized  it  they  were  going  steady.  "She 
was  so  cute,"  says  Aldo.  "She  was  so 
much  fun  to  be  with.  A  real  personality 
girl." 

He  worked  all  that  summer  as  a  ware- 
houseman at  the  sugar  refinery  in  Crockett 
and  in  the  fall  started  at  the  University  of 
California  on  a  scholarship.  He  kept  on 
working  at  night  but  found  time  for  dates 
with  his  favorite  girl.  Then  he  switched 
to  the  junior  college  at  Vallejo.  It  was 
nearer  his  home  and  they  would  let.  him 
play  football  there;  they  weren't  so  fussy 
about  his  trick  knee.  Just  before  he 
changed  schools  he  had  a  blistering  argu- 
ment with  his  girl.  "I  can't  remember 
what  it  was  about,"  he  says  now.  "I 
guess  nobody  ever  can." 

At  any  rate,  Vallejo  Junior  College  saw 
him  going  out  with  other  girls  and  it  also 
saw  him  as  somewhat  of  a  big  wheel  on 
the  campus.  He  was  a  football  hero,  he 
got  straight  A's  in  all  his  studies,  and  he 
was  president  of  the  student  body.  Aldo 
Ray  had  never  had  it  so  good. 

He  was  feeling  pretty  smug  when  he 
went  back  to  Crockett  and  saw  his 
girl  again.  It  had  been  a  long  time  and  he 
was  flushed  with  success.  "Hello,"  he  said, 
and  she  replied  with  a  brief  and  rather 
cool  greeting.  He  must  have  shown  his 
surprise,  for  a  worried  little  look  went 
across  her  face  then.  She  said,  "I'm  sorry. 
I  didn't  mean  to  sound  that  way.  But  you 
see — I'm  engaged." 

The  big  wheel  of  Vallejo  Junior  College 
felt  his  spokes  collapsing.  Everything  had 
been  going  so  great.  He  couldn't  believe 
this.  At  first  he  thought  it  was  only  his 
pride  that  was  hurt,  but  in  the  next  few 
days  he  realized  that  it  was  really  his 
heart.  He  couldn't  stand  losing  her. 

On  Christmas  Eve  he  saw  her  in  church 
at  the  midnight  mass.  It  was  that  night 
that  he  reached  in  his  coat  pocket  and 
showed  her  the  biggest  and  best  en- 
gagement ring  he'd  been  able  to  afford. 
All  is  fair  in  love  and  war,  the  saymg 
goes,  and  some  people  add  politics  to 
that.  Aldo  was  a  born  politician,  and 
the  summation  of  his  strategy  was  that  she 
broke  the  engagement  a  week  later  and 
married  Aldo  the  following  June. 

He  was  21  and  she  was  19,  and  both 
of  them  suffered  doubting-pains  before  the 
ceremony.  His  fiancee  in  particular  felt 
shaky  about  the  whole  venture  and  con- 
fided to  her  friends  and  family,  as  well  as 
Aldo,  that  she  didn't  feel  at  all  sure.  They 
replied  that  the  uncertainty  was  uni- 
52    versal,  that  every  prospective  bride  feels 


the  same  way.  Besides,  they  pointed 
out,  all  the  arrangements  were  made  for 
a  big  wedding.  She  couldn't  back  out 
now.  On  Aldo's  part,  his  old  gang  col- 
lectively was  giving  him  the  needle. 
"You're  too  young,"  they  kept  saying. 
But  Aldo  felt  he  knew  what  he  was 
doing.  He  loved  her  and  he  wanted  to 
be  married,  so  he  turned  a  deaf  ear. 

The  wedding  was  wonderful.  Fully  400 
"people  were  there,  all  people  the  bride 
and  groom  had  known  all  their  lives.  It 
was  old  home  week,  and  it  was  glamor- 
ous and  exciting.  They  went  to  Del  Mar 
on  the  California  coast  for  their  honey- 
moon and  returned  to  Crockett  to  settle 
down  to  the  business  of  being  married. 
For  a  great  many  married  couples  this 
period  comes  as  an  anti-climax  to  the 
engagement  and  wedding.  And  it  did  with 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Ray. 

They  were  both  very  busy.  Aldo  went 
to  school  during  the  day  and  worked 
at  night  as  a  stevedore  for  the  refinery. 
His  bride  worked  during  the  day,  also 
at  the  refinery,  and  did  her  housewifely 
chores  at  night.  They  began  to  have 
small  spats,  none  of  which  were  serious, 
but  with  the  disadvantage  of  youth  both 
of  them  blew  up  every  argument  way  out 
of  proportion  in  their  own*  minds.  It 
never  had  anything  to  do  with  outsiders; 
the  disagreements  were  always  between 
themselves.  They  simply  weren't  adjusting. 

Their  apartment  was  small  and  dingy, 
and  they  thought  it  might  help  if  they 
found  a  better  place  to  live.  It  was  the 
height  of  the  housing  shortage,  but  they 
did  find  a  place  that  was  more  cheerful, 
another  furnished  apartment.  Aldo  be- 
gan to  think  that  things  would  work  out 
better  and  then  the  night  after  their  first 
anniversary  he  came  home  for  "lunch,  as 
the  stevedores  call  their  9  p.m.  meal,  and 
found  the  house  empty.  No  wife,  no 
meal,  no  note.  She  came  in  shortly 
afterward  and  gave  him  her  decision  point 
blank.  "Aldo,  I  think  we  had  better  not 
try  any  longer."  She  said  she  had  wanted 
someone  like  her  father,  and  that  Aldo 
was  not  at  all  like  him. 

She  left  that  night  and  went  to  live 
with  her  parents.  For  long  months 
afterward  Aldo  pleaded  with  her  to  try 
again,  to  make  a  go  of  the  marriage.  It 
was  during  this  time  that  Maria  DaRe, 
Aldo's  mother,-  gave  birth  to  her  seventh 
child,  and  the  new  baby  was  the  pride  of 

Marilyn  Monroe  walked  into  the 
20th  Century-Fox  cafeteria  one  day 
wearing  only  a  skirt  and  a  red 
sweater — that's  all.  A  studio  offi- 
cial took  a  good  look  and  admon- 
ished her  about  her  attire.  Marilyn 
gave  him  a  smile  and  said:  "What's 
the  matter — don't  you  like  red?" 

Erskine  Johnson  in 
The  World-Telegram 

the  household.  Not  long  after,  Aldo  saw  his 
wife  walking  along  the  main  street  of  the 

t°"Where  are  you  headed  for?"  he  asked. 

"I'm  going  to  get  a  soda  at  the  drug- 
store," she  said. 

"How  about  changing  your  mind  and 
coming  over  to  my  house?"  He  took  her 
hand  and  held  it.  "My  mother  would  like 
to  see  you,  and  so  would  my  new  brother. 

They  talked  more  seriously  about  their 
marriage  that  night  than  they  had  ever 
done.  Aldo  admitted  the  mistakes  he 
had  made  and  promised  to  do  better  if 
she  would  only  try  again.  Both  of  them 
felt  badly  about  the  idea  of  divorce,  par- 
ticularly in  view  of  their  Catholic  faith. 
Five  days  later  they  were  back  together 
again,  this  time  in  a  new  apartment  with 
their  own  furniture.  They  were  trying 


desperately,  and  hoped  that  the  common 
bond  of  furnishing  a  home  would  help. 

By  this  time  Aldo,  although  still  in 
his  senior  semester  at  school,  was  cam- 
paigning for  the  office  of  constable  in 
Crockett.  His  wife  told  him  he  was  too 
young,  that  he'd  never  be  elected.  Then, 
soon  after  their  reconciliation,  he  was 
given  the  chance  to  play  a  bit  part  as 
a  football  player  in  Columbia's  Saturdays 
Hero.  The  $200-a-week  salary  was  a  god- 
send. During  the  picture's  filming  Aldo 
either  went  up  to  Crockett  for.  weekends 
or  his  wife  came  to  Hollywood.  The  elec- 
tion took  place  after  the  picture  was 
finished,  and  Aldo  won  in  a  landslide.  He 
forgot  all  about  Hollywood  and  devoted 
himself  to  his  new  duties,  but  things 
weren't  going  well  at  home.  They  were 
both  still  trying,  but  it  was  beginning  to 
be  obvious  that  it  wasn't  going  to  work. 
They  were  like  two  puppies  trying  to  pull 
a  dogcart  in  different  directions. 

It  was  decided  that  a  divorce  was  the 
only  answer  and  then  they  discovered 
they  were  going  to  have  a  baby.  It  posed 
a  new  problem.  They  had  both  wanted 
children  and  would  have  been  deliriously 
happy  about  it  had  they  felt  their  mar- 
riage was  on  solid  ground.  As  it  was,  they 
put  up  a  front  to  the  whole  town  durmg 
the  next  long  months.  They  were  living 
a  sham  existence  and  neither  of  them  was 
happy  about  it.  A  daughter  was  born 
to  them  on  July  13,  1951,  a  baby  who 
came  into  the  world  in  unfortunate  cir- 
cumstances, for  while  her  parents  loved 
her  dearly,  they  did  not  love  each  other. 
They  knew,  at  the  hospital,  when  they 
looked  at  each  other  over  this  tiny  bundle, 
that  it  was  all  over.  If  a  child,  born  of 
both  of  them,  could  not  bring  them  to- 
gether, then  nothing  could. 

Things  happened  fast  after  that.  The 
very  day  after  his  -wife  and  baby  had 
come  home  Aldo  got  a  phone  call  from 
Max  Arnow,  the  casting  director  at  Co- 
lumbia Studios.  Would  Aldo  be  interested 
in  a  bit  role  in  a  new  picture  they  were 
going  to  make?  He  would.  All  the  bills 
were  paid  and  he  gave  his  wife  a  lump 
sum  of  money,  and  then  on  September  1st 
he  took  one  last  look  at  his  infant  daughter 
and  turned  away. 

In  Hollywood,  he  went  on  to  be  the 
Horatio  Alger  boy.  His  success  in  The 
Marrying  Kind  was  followed  by  important 
roles  with  Hepburn  and  Tracy  in  Pat  And 
Mike  and  then  Ray  Milland  and  Jane  Wy- 
man  in  Lets  Do  It  Again.  He  kept  his  nose 
to  the  grindstone  and  was  not  seen  at  the 
bright  spots.  It  is  quite  possible  that  he 
was  given  advice  to  be  a  good  boy  and 
stay  at  home  until  the  divorce  was  fin- 
alized, but  it  is  also  possible  that  Aldo 
made  up  his  own  mind  concerning  his 
behavior.  In  his  capacity  as  a  rookie  in 
the  industry  he  has  been  doused  with 
advice  from  all  sides  in  both  high  and 
low  places.  But  with  that  political  turn 
bf  mind  he  had  listened  to  all  the  advice 
and  followed  only  what  he  considered 
worthwhile. 

He  has  said  that  he  stayed  out  ot 
"twosome"  mentions  in  the  gossip  columns 
because  he  felt  it  was  the  right  thing 
to  do  under  the  circumstances.  There 
was  the  added  fact  that  he  necessarily 
had  to  spend  the  better  part  of  his  free 
time  in  learning  to  use  the  tools  of  his 
trade.  Aldo's  explosive  success  in  Holly- 
wood has  been  nothing  short  of  phenom- 
enal. In  his  first  year  he  appeared  in 
strong  roles  with  five  Academy  Award 
winners,  and  it  has  been  no  mean  chore 
to  turn  out  performances  worthy  of  the 
company  of  these  veterans. 

Aldo  now  lives  in  a  modest  apartment 
in  the  San  Fernando  Valley.  He  takes  care 
of  the  place  himself,  doing  his  own  cook- 
ing, cleaning,  and  mending.   As  the  eldest 


of  the  DaRe  family  he  long  ago  learned 
how  to  take  care  of  a  house,  and  while 
he  considers  it  no  hardship  he  admits  that 
he  does  not  like  living  alone.  He  feels 
that  marriage  is  the  way  to  live,  and  that 
a  happy  marriage  is  the  epitome  of  good 
living. 

He  is  frank  to  admit  he  would  like  to 
be  married  again,  and  feels  that  a  wife  is 
indispensable  to  a  man's  happiness  and 
success.  He  likes  to  quote  an  old  Chinese 
proverb  that  says  in  effect,  "The  reason 
women  are  never  successful  in  business  is 
because  they  don't  have  wives  to  help 
them." 

XTe  feels  that  the  failure  of  his  first  mar- 
riage  has  taught  him  a  great  deal  and 
that  should  he  marry  again  he  would  know 
how  to  be  a  better  husband.    He  has 
never  claimed  that  he  was  the  fair-haired 
partner  where  the  marriage  difficulties 
were  concerned  and  on  the  contrary  has 
realized  his  own  mistakes.    He  feels  quite 
strongly  about  the  type  of  girl  he  will 
marry  in  the  future.   She  must,  above  all, 
have  faith  in  him  and  his  ability.  She 
must  be  his  helpmate  in  his  career  as  well 
as  his  home  life,  by  the  simple  expedient 
of  believing  in  him.   He  would  like  a  girl 
who  is  positive,  who  can  say  "I  believe 
this  because — "  and  give  a  reason  for  it. 
He  wants  an  intelligent  girl  who  is  not 
necessarily  pretty.    "I'd  rather  have  her 
be  cute,"  he  says.    "I  don't  like  women 
in  slacks,  but  neither  do  I  like  them  all 
dolled  up  all  the  time.   They  strike  me  as 
being  too   haughty   that  way,   and  not 
earthy  enough."   What  he  means  is  that 


he  likes  a  girl  who  is  natural  and  with- 
out affected  manners.  He  notices  first 
about  a  girl  her  manner  of  speaking.  If 
her  voice  comes  out  shrill  or  nasal,  or 
through  a  wad  of  chewing  gum,  he  men- 
tally turns  his  back  on  her.  On  the 
other  hand,  he  can't  feel  attracted  to  the 
type  who  confine  themselves  to  studied 
cultural  tones  in  an  effort  to  impress 
others.  "Too  much  cul-chure  I  can't  take," 
he  says. 

He  wants  a  happy  medium.  "I  hope  the 
gn-I  I  marry  will  like  to  live  on  a  ranch. 
There  s  so  much  security  in  owning  land. 
You  always  have  chickens  and  eggs  and  a 
couple  of  porkers,  and  I  think  the  secure 
feeling  you'd  get  from  a  life  like  that 
would  make  for  a  solid  marriage.  And  I 
hope  she'll  like  a  house  with  a  lot  of 
fireplaces."  He  wants  a  second  mar- 
riage to  be  a  lasting  one.  "Nobody  gets 
married  with  the  idea  of  getting  divorced 
later.  I  couldn't  take  a  second  divorce 
I  d  do  my  darndest.  I'd  hate  having  to  leave 
her  to  go  on  tour.  I  think  if  I  had  to  be 
away  a  long  time  from  a  girl  I  loved  I'd 
just  die." 

This  is  Aldo  Ray  talking  of  dreams. 
There  is  no  girl  as  yet  in  his  life,  and 
even  after  the  divorce  was  final  he  didn't 
r^  int0  a  datinS  spree.  He  points  out 
that  the  actresses  with  whom  he  has  come 
in  contact  don't  give  him  much  choice. 
They  fall  into  two  separate  classes;  one 
group  is  well  established  in  the  business 
and  happily  married,'  and  the  other  con- 
sists of  the  younger  starlets  who  grow 
hysterically  unhappy  unless  they're  flying 
around  town  all  the  time.    "I'm  no  play- 


boy," says  Aldo.  "I  like  a  girl  who  says, 
Let's  go— let's  have  fun,'  but  I  don't  like 
the  idea  of  having  to  see  and  be  seen  in 
the  right  places.  That's  their  idea  of 
living  it  up.  Me,  I  don't  care  where  I  am 
as  long  as  I'm  having  a  good  time  with 
the  girl  I'm  with." 

He  has  entertained  in  his  apartment— 
the  Southern  California  football  team  of 
which  his  brother  is  a  member.  He  has 
entertained  in  a  restaurant— his  brother's 
friends  on  the  team.  There  hasn't  yet  been 
a  romance  for  the  gossip  columns,  but  Aldo 
is  the  marrying  kind,  and  in  all  probability 
there  will  be  one  before  long. 

T  AST  November,  when  he  went  up  to 
Crockett  to  watch  one  of  his  kid  broth- 
ers play  in  a  football  game,  he  also  saw 
his  ex-wife  and  baby  daughter.  It  was 
the  first  time  since  he  left  in  the  fall  of 
1951,  and  by  this  time  the  baby  was  16 
months  old.  He  lost  his  heart  to  her  and 
told  his.  friends  back  in  Hollywood,  "I 
wish  that  everybody  in  the  world  could 
have  a  baby  just  like  her." 

Sitting  there  talking  with  his  ex-wife 
and  playing  with  his  daughter,  it  seemed 
to  Aldo  that  he  had  never  been  away— 
but  that  was  only  for  the  nostalgic  moment 
Things  have  tumbled  into  and  out  of  his 
life  in  rapid  succession;  his  two  lives,  al- 
though so  totally  different,  seem  to  over- 
lap. It  has  been  a  deeply  unsettling  ex- 
perience, and  it  will  take  time  to  clear 
his  mind  and  heart  of  the  confusion  that 
lies  there  now.  As  Aldo  told  the  girl 
who  had  shared  three  years  of  his  life,  "I'm 
still  searching."  END 


"there's  no  such  thing  as  love" 


(Continued  from  page  42)  Lana  Turner 
and  she  never  introduced  a  new  escort. 
Find  out  who  he  was  if  you  cared,  but 
she  never  tells. 
"Well,"  said  the  writer  after  a  pause, 
tell  me  this  much.  Is  it  love?" 
The  smile  left  Lana's  face.  Her  eyes 
chilled  just  a  little  and  then  she  hid  them 
with   lowered  lashes.   "There's  no  such 
thing  as  love,"  she  said. 

"You're  kidding,"  said  the  writer,  for 
there  was  something  in  Lana  Turner's 
teiie  that  gave  the  simple  statement  a 
deep  meaning. 

Lana  looked  up,  her  eyes  steady  now, 
something  almost  like  defiance  in  them. 
'I'm  not  kidding,"  she  said. 

The  writer  went  back  to  his  table  to 
his  own  coffee  and  sat  and  looked  into 
the  cup  for  a  long  time.  This  was  quite 
a  thing.  It  was  like  Louella  Parsons  say- 
ing, "There  is  no  Hollywood."  Or  Harry 
Truman  saying,  "There  is  no  White  House." 
After  awhile  Lana  left.  She  stood  up, 
wrapped  her  mink  coat  closely  about  her 
and  walked  ahead  of  her  date  to  the  door. 
Just  about  every  eye  in  the  room  was 
on  her;  she  was  very  beautiful.  After 
she  was  gone  the  writer  thought  about  her 
a  good  deal  more,  and  finally  came  to  the 
conclusion  that  maybe  she  was  right.  May- 
be there  is  no  such  thing  as  love— for 
Lana  Turner. 

Everybody  who  has  any  interest  in  the 
movies  at  all  knows  all  about  Lana  Tur- 
ner and  her  loves.  They've  been  publicized 
better  than  any  other  Hollywood  com- 
modity. Even  her  minor  loves  and  the 
relationships  that  were  just  friendships 
that  looked  like  love.  As  a  matter  of  fact, 
E?  hard  to  think  about  Lana  and  not 
trunk  of  love  at  the  same  time.  That  might 
be  because  Lana  is  probably  the  most 
glamorous  of  all  the  stars,  the  sexiest,  the 
lustiest,  the  one  who  looks  most  like  a 


movie  star  off -screen;  the  one  who  looks 
most  like  a  femme  fatale.  And  she  looks, 
with  those  liquid  blue  eyes  and  mouth 
ready  for  smiling  or  pouting,  like  the  one 
who  could  feel  the  deepest  emotion,  par- 
ticularly love. 

Well,  she  is.  And  that's  why  it  might  be 
true  that  there  is  no  such  thing  as  love 
for  Lana  Turner  anymore. 

The  past  year  for  Lana  Turner  has  been 
a  bitter  one.  It  has  been  filled  with  un- 
certainty, peeks  at  happiness  and  dis- 
illusionment, maybe  despair.  During  the 
past  12  months  Lana  has  lost  one  husband, 
sweated  out  a  divorce  in  anticipation  of 
another,  and  lost  him,  too.  But  it  would 
take  more  than  just  these  things  to  bring 
a  gleam  of  bitterness  to  Lana  Turner's 
eyes.  It  has  been  an  accumulation  of  dis- 
appointments over  a  period  of  15  years, 
starting  with  puppy  loves  and  running 
through  numerous  stabs  at"  something  per- 
manent and  three  marriages.  She  is  now 
31.  If,  as  they  say,  youth  is  the  time  for 
love,  it  has  passed  Lana  Turner  by  and 
she  didn't  get  a  prize. 

nrms  writer  has  been  around  during 
those  15  years  of  romance.  All  of  them. 
He  s  seen  Mickey  Rooney  chase  her  around 
the  school  house  at  MGM;  and  Lana,  laugh- 
ing and  flushed  of  face  out-running  him 
He  s  seen  her  stare  coolly  at  a  Texas  mil- 
lionaire across  a  crowded  room  and  cut 
off  his  enthusiasm  without  saying  a  word 
or  averting  her  eyes.  I  was  in  the  crew  of 
reporters  who  took  notes  at  the  announce- 
ment of  her  first  Hollywood  engagement, 
to  her  longtime  friend  Greg  Bautzer.  And 
when  she  was  not  yet  20  I  stood  a  foot 
from  her  in  an  NBC  studio  as  she  told  an 
astonished  Artie  Shaw  that  he  was  once 
again  an  educated  bachelor.  I  saw  her 
weep  when  she  got  an  annulment  of  her 
marriage  to  Steve  Crane;  and  laugh  when 
she  got  her  first  public  kiss  from  Bob  Top- 
ping. 

I  saw  Lana  Turner  when  she  was  the 
gayest  girl  that  ever  hit  a  Hollywood  night 


club.  The  places  didn't  begin  to  perk  until 
Lana  arrived.  And  I  saw  her  sitting  alone 
and  forlorn  at  Mocambo  one  night— the 
night  she  left  Bob  Topping— surrounded 
by  chairs  piled  on  tables,  not  a  spark  of 
fun  or  joy  left  in  her.  Once  I  got  a  punch 
in  the  nose  from  a  star  because  he  didn't 
like  the  way  I  wrote  about  a  date  they'd 
had  at  the  same  night  club.  I  know  about 
it  all,  and  have  seen  most  of  it,  but  I'd 
fa.y  the  last  year  has  taken  the  greatest 
toll— and  Fernando  Lamas  was  the  tough- 
est guy  to  lose.  And  I  could  believe  that 
Lana  Turner  will  never  again  fall  in  love. 

One  night  ten  years  ago  Lana  Turner 
sat  at  a  ringside  table  at  the  Hollywood 
Palladium  with  an  agent  and  looked  out 
across  the  dance  floor  at  a  sea  of  bobbing 
heads  undulating  to  the  rhythm  of  a  fa- 
mous orchestra.  As  the  dancers  passed 
m°st  of  them  stared  at  the  stunning  star 
and  then  moved  on,  making  room  for  an- 
other batch  of  glancers.  Most  of  the  men 
envied  the  agent  she  was  sitting  with,  and 
all  of  the  girls  envied  Lana,  for  she  was 
famous,   rich   and   very   beautiful.  And 
L.ana  watched  them  in  the  artificial  twi- 
u      i?f  the  room  and  noticed  the  way 
they  held  each  other  and  clung  together 
and  shared  a  Saturday  night. 
l'™ck^'"  she  whispered  to  herself. 
(Whats  that?"  askied  the  agent. 
I  said  they're  lucky,"  said  Lana.  "I 
wish  I  was  in  the  middle  out  there  with 
— a  guy.  Some  nice  guy  of  mine." 

She  hadn't  long  passed  her  twenty- first 
birthday  but  she  was  already  sadly  aware 
that  she'd  never  have  exactly  what  the 
rest  of  the  girls  of  her  age  had.  At  least 
she  thought  she  never  could  have.  Being 
a  movie  star,  Lana  Turner  thought  that 
night,  has  its  disadvantages,  the  main  one 
being  the  fact  that  a  movie  star  was  the 
idol  of  too  many  men.  It  wasn't  possible 
for  a  movie  star  to  dance  in  the  middle 
of  that  big  floor  with  just  one  guy. 

Today,  you  might  be  able  to  blame 
Lana  Turner's  opinion  of  love  on  her  at- 
titude that  night.  I  chose  to  lay  the  blame  53 


at  the  feet  of  the  men  in  her  life.  They, 
not  Hollywood,  not  fame,  not  vicious  cir- 
cumstance are  to  blame. 

Take  the  first  one.  Mickey  Rooney.  The 
Mick,  as  he  was  called  in  those  days,  was 
no  handsome  knight  on  a  white  charger, 
but  he  thought  he  was.  He  raced  after  the 
girls  like  a  shaggy  toy  poodle  chasing  a 
pack  of  great  Danes.  When  Lana  Turner 
came  to  MGM  Mickey  was  just  another 
pupil  in  her  class  room  but  he  was  also 
the  biggest  box-office  draw  in  the  movies. 
A  girl  couldn't  discount  that,  and  so  when 
Mickey  began  to  pay  her  ardent  court  it 
was  flattering.  She  will  admit  today  that 
she  liked  him— and  it  can  be  safely  esti- 
mated that  the  reason  he  didn't  get  any- 
where is  that  he  was  over-eager.  Maybe 
if  he'd  slowed  down  a  bit  and  hadn't  acted 
like  a  pyromaniac  at  a  four-alarm  fire 
they'd  have  gotten  along. 

During  this  early  stage  of  Lana  Tur- 
ner's love  life  there  were  other  men. 
Maybe  a  better  word  would  be  boys.  Lana 
was  just  learning  that  life  can  be  full  and 
she  was  out  on  the  town  very  nearly  every 
night  and  used  to  show  up  at  school  with 
hangovers.  The  lads  and  immature  men 
who  took  her  out  either  sat  and  drooled 
or  clung  and  panted,  depending  on  their 
nerve.  And  pretty  soon  Lana  wasn't  able 
to  figure  out  just  exactly  what  love  was 
— a  state  of  being,  or  a  sport  without  rules. 

She  was  about  18  when  she  first  thought 
she  was  really  in  love.  The  man  was  Greg 
Bautzer,  her  attorney,  and,  as  she  herself 
speaks  of  him  today,  the  most  elusive  man 
in  America.  Greg  was  handsome,  headed 
for  success  and  sophisticated.  His  calm 
attitude  made  the  other  men  she  had 
known  look  like  vacuum  cleaner  salesmen 
who  had  been  told  they  were  fired  if  they 
didn't  sell  a  sweeper  before  nightfall.  This 
very  charm  was  the  cause  of  the  break- 
up between  them  a  year  or  so  later.  Lana, 
like  any  woman  in  love,  wanted  the  fel- 
low of  her  choice  to  be  ardent.  Greg 
wasn't.  She  wanted  him  to  talk  of  mar- 
riage once  in  a  while.  Greg  wouldn't.  As 
a  matter  of  fact,  he'd  likely  run  if  the 
word  was  said.  Getting  engaged  was  fine, 
but  that  was  it. 

Lana  Turner  was  carrying  around  Greg 
Bautzer's  engagement  ring  when  she  got 
married  for  the  first  time.  Although  she 
has  spoken  about  it  a  good  deal,  Lana  has 
never  to  this  day  been  able  to  think  of  a 
good  reason  for  this  first  marriage — to 
Artie  Shaw.  She  says  she  was  not  in  love 
with  him— and  this  is  believable,  because 
she  eloped  with  him  the  first  night  they 
-went  out  together,  right  after  dinner.  It 
is  a  matter  of  record  that  she  didn't  kiss 
him  until  the  justice  in  Las  Vegas  told 
her  to. 

Just  how  many  of  the  men  she  dated 
she  loved,  only  Lana  Turner  knows.  And 
she  won't  tell.  But  it  isn't  hard  to  figure 
out.  I'd  say  she  was  in  love  with  Victor 
Mature.  It  certainly  looked  like  it.  But 
Mature  was  in  love  with  Rita  Hayworth. 
He  dated  Lana  plenty,  but  he  didn't  want 
to  marry  her.  Lana  was  not  living  only  to 
marry  again,  but  she  felt  there  had  to 
be  some  other  fulfillment  to  steady  dating 
besides  a  good  time  and  a  kiss  goodnight 
on  the  door  step.  That's  about  all  she  got 
from  Mature.  The  thing  that  made  her 
cancel  the  whole  arrangement  was  the 
strong  suspicion  that  he  was  late-dating 
after  he  drove  away  from  her  front  door. 
This  is  a  tragic  belief  to  any  girl,  let  alone 
Lana  Turner,  movie  star  and  20-year-old 
divorcee. 

I  would  say  that  Lana  was  in  love  with 
Tony  Martin.  But  he  was  in  love  with 
Alice  Faye.  Tony  was  as  handsome  a  lad 
as  ever  got  into  the  movies.  When  he 
danced  with  a  girl  he  sang  the  songs  that 
were  making  him  famous,  but  he  sang 
54    them  softly  into  her  ear.  Even  if  he  wasn't 


in  love  with  the  girl  he  sang  to,  she  had 
every  right  to  think  he  was.  The  man 
was  a  charmer  who  didn't  know  his  own 
strength.  What  happened  between  them 
is,  again,  a  secret  that  only  Lana  and 
Tony  know,  but  they  didn't  last  much 
longer  than  it  took  for  the  ink  that  made 
the  headlines  of  their  engagement  to  dry. 
They  didn't  speak  for  a  long  time  after. 

Tt  was  eight  years  ago,  maybe  nine,  that 
I  Lana  Turner  met  and  married  -the  man 
she  says  today  was  the  real  love  of  her 
life.  Steve  Crane.  And  Crane  was  terribly 
in  love  with  her.  Who  knows,  they  might 
still  be  married  today,  except  for  the 
blow  that  came  to  Lana  a  few  days  after 
her  marriage.  A  young  woman  from  the 
middle  west  named  Carol  Kurtz  gave  a 
story  to  the  newspapers  that  she,  and  not 
Lana  Turner,  was  Steve  Crane's  wife— 
and  she  had  the  documents  to  bear  her 
claim  out.  Something  serious  happened  to 
Lana  Turner's  belief  in  love  the  day  she 
read  that  story  in  the  papers.  She  got  an 
annulment;  Crane  got  a  divorce;  they  mar- 
ried again  (some  say  only  because  she 
was  going  to  bear  Crane's  child)  and  they 
lived  together  for  a  year  or  more.  But 
something  happened  when  that  story  broke 
that  couldn't  be  healed— and  again  Lana 


QUIZZING  THE  STARS 
What  do  you  notice  about  a  man 
when  you  first  meet  him?  What  at- 
tracts you?  What  is  most  impor- 
tant to  you  in  a  man's  character? 
AUDREY  TOTTER:  His  smile.  His 
sense  of  humor  aHracts  me.  The 
most  important  in  his  character  is 
his  good  taste. 

SHELLEY  WINTERS:  Whether  he 
looks  alert  and  intelligent.  His 
personality  attracts.  Honorable- 
ness  is  most  important. 

Turner  was  a  divorcee.  A  more  bitter  di- 
vorcee than  she  had  been  the  first  time. 

If  you'll  take  a  look  at  the  photographs 
of  Lana  Turner  that  have  been  made  since 
that  divorce  you'll  notice  something  in 
Lana's  face  that  wasn't  there  before.  Or 
possibly  the  lack  of  something  that  had 
been  there  before.  The  eagerness  was 
gone  from  her  eyes.  And  on  her  face  was 
a  mask  of  sophistication,  a  worldly  ex- 
pression that  belonged  to  a  woman  who 
might  say,  "Nuts"  if  a  man  told  her  he 
loved  her. 

Lana  Turner's  marriage  to  Bob  Top- 
ping was  probably  the  only  really  adult 
romantic  situation  she  had  ever  been  in.  It 
would  be  a  little  far-fetched  to  say  it  was 
a  marriage  of  convenience,  founded  on 
such  dull  things  as  the  desire  for  a  home 
life  and  roots,  but  it  wouldn't  be  ridicu- 
lous. Topping  was  a  man  of  the  world,  a 
chap  who  had  had  his  way  with  women 
for  a  long  time  and  was  ready  to  settle 
down  to  a  respectable  family  existence. 
Lana  certainly  wanted  that  more  than 
anything  else.  Yet  they  were  in  love,  not 
madly,  wildly,  but  with  restraint  They 
had  a  love  they  could  analyze  and  count 
upon,  one  cftat  could  be  handled  in  time 
of  stress.  I  don't  believe  either  of  them 
expected  it  would  ever  come  to  an  end, 
mainly  because  they  could  inspect  it  and 
not  ask  the  impossible  of  it. 

But  there  came  that  night  at  Mocambo 
when  Lana  sat  alone  and  knew  she 
couldn't  go  on  any  longer,  and  so  she  in- 
stituted proceedings  for  a  separation. 

Fernando  Lamas  was  the  first  actor 
(since  Mickey  Rooney)  Lana  worked  with 
and  liked.  Lamas  is  a  strange  combina- 
tion. He  is  a  Latin,  with  all  the  charm 
the  word  implies,  and  he  is  as  American 
as  Steve  Canyon.  On-screen  he  is  the 
classic  South  American  lover.  Off-screen 
he  is  a  bundle  of  humor  and  casual  grace. 
Which  facet  of  this  dual  personality  Lana* 


liked  is  hard  to  say,  but  it  is  more  than 
likely  his  off-screen  self.  They  met  while 
they  were  rehearsing  for  The  Merry  Wid- 
ow. Set  workers  say  they  didn't  get  along 
at  the  beginning.  That  could  be  because 
Lana  was  not  in  the  mood  to  hold  hands 
with  any  man — and  Lamas  looks  like  a 
genuine  hand-holder.  But  after  a  while 
they  enjoyed  working  together.  Later  on 
they  liked  to  spend  evenings  together. 

When  they  fell  in  love  they  made  no 
bones  about  it.  They  kept  out  of  the 
limelight  as  much  as  possible  at  first,  be- 
cause Lana  was  not  divorced  and  Fernan- 
do was  in  the  same  boat.  It  was  all  right, 
for  they  were  both  separated,  but  they 
didn't  want  too  much  publicity.  Lana 
hasn't  been  a  very  demonstrative  girl  in 
publio  for  years,  so  the  reports  that  they 
had  fallen  in  love  had  to  be  second  hand, 
neither  one  of  them  denied  it  or  made 
excuses,  but  they  made  no  announcements. 

However,  those  elusive  people  known 
as  "intimates  of  both  parties"  say  that 
they  were  in  the  clouds,  and  after  a  few 
months,  not  concerned  with  anything  but 
getting  divorces  and  marrying.  Lana  went 
to  Nevada  and  established  residence  for 
a  divorce.  So  did  Fernando's  wife.  Mrs. 
Lamas  got  hers  and  the  papers  all  car- 
ried stories  that  now  Lana  would  pick  up 
her  decree  and  she  and  Fernando  would 
tie  the  knot.  But  that  didn't  happen  There 
were  a  number  of  reasons  given  for  Lana 
not  getting  her  divorce.  Most  of  them 
seemed  to  agree,  though,  that  it  had  to  do 
with  a  property  settlement'  with  Topping. 
Neither  of  them  confirmed  or  denied  this. 
But  Lana  didn't  apply  for  that  paper  that 
would  have  made  her  eligible. 

I  saw  Lana  Turner  on  the  last  date  she 
had  with  Fernando  Lamas,  and  she  cer- 
tainly didn't  look  like  a  woman  about  to 
fling  the  ashes  of  a  dead  love  in  her  boy 
friend's  face.  Nor  did  he  look  like  a  fellow 
searching  for  words  to  tell  his  doll  to  get 
lost.  It  was  at  the  party  Marion  Davies 
gave  for  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Johnny  Ray.  I  sat 
at  the  next  table  and  Lana  and  Fernando 
seemed  quite  happy  with  one  another. 
Not  delirious,  but  happy. 

They  have  not  spent  an  hour  together 
since  that  night  Whatever  it  was  that 
happened  was  serious,  and  it  happened 
that  night,  after  they  left  the  party.  No- 
body seems  to  know  exactly  what  the 
quarrel  was,  but  it  has  put  another  scar 
on  Lana  Turner's  heart  and  a  different 
look  in  her  eyes.  That's  so  apparent  that 
it  is  easy  to  say  Fernando  might  have  been 
her  biggest  love,  and  possibly  her  last. 


Lana  Turner  will  be  a  movie  queen  for 
a  while  yet.  She  has  a  beauty  that 
will  last,  the  same  talent  that  made  her  an 
all-time  movie  great  and  an  artistry  in  her 
work  these  days  that  can  keep  her  work- 
ing on  sound  stages  until  she's  too  old  to 
hold  a  script.  See  The  Bad  And  The  Beau- 
tiful and  you'll  know  that.  That's  whats 
in  store  for  Lana  Turner  the  actress.  What 
about  Lana  Turner  the  woman? 

Well,  the  writer  in  the  all-night  cafe 
where  the  Sunset  Strip  begins  thought  a 
lot  about  it  over  that  final  cup  of  coffee. 
Maybe  it  will  always  be  like  it  was  that 
night.  A  reporter  will  ask  her  if  it's  love, 
pointing  to  her  date,  and  she'll  say, 
"There's  no  such  thing  as  love."  And  she 
won't  smile  after  awhile,  because  shes 
not  kidding. 

And  then  she'll  get  up  and  wrap  her 
mink  coat  about  her  and  go  home.  And 
her  date,  a  faceless  man  who  can  drive 
and  tell  the  time,  will  follow  her,  a  step 
or  two  to  the  rear.  And  maybe  Lana  Tur- 
ner will  go  home  or  cry  on  her  pillow. 
Or  sometimes  ponder  she  might  have  been 
better  off  if  she'd  not  been  so  fleet  of 
foot  and  had  let  Mickey  Rooney  catch 
her.  END 


it's  love  for  ann  blyth! 


(Continued  from  page  35)  he  had  black 
hair,  brown  eyes  (with  a  piece  of  the  sun 
twinkling  in  them)  and  altogether  made 
you  think  to  yourself,  "You'd  know  he  was 
Dennis  Day's  brother  for  sure.  There  is  such 
a  strong  family  resemblance."  Having 
thought  it,  Ann  said  it.  They  talked  about  it 
for  a  while  and  then  they  talked  about 
themselves.  The  doctor  (he  didn't  become 
"Jim"  to  her  for  quite  a  while,  Ann  being 
that  formal  and  respectful!)  said  he  was 
just  getting  his  private  practice  under  way 
and  hoped  to  be  a  busy  man.  She  wished 
him  luck.  He  also  said  that  just  the  same, 
busy  or  not,  he  hoped  he  would  be  able  to 
see  her  again  and  she  not  only  must  have 
wished  him  luck  again  .  .  .  but  helped  to 
make  it  true. 

Not  too  often  at  first,  because  he  soon 
became  one  of  those  doctors  who  are 
not  in  their  office  because  they  are  wanted 
at  the  hospital,  and  not  at  the  hospital 
because  they  are  needed  at  the  office.  And, 
of  course,  no  one  needs  be  told  that  Ann 
has  been  one  of  the  busiest  girls  in  Holly- 
wood. Not  often  at  all  for  the  first  two 
years,  if  the  truth  be  told.  The  doctor 
tried,  and  so  did  Ann,  but  when  she  wasn't 
working  on  a  new  picture  the  doctor  was 
launching  a  new  baby.  This  was  the  period 
during  which  Ann  was  seen  one  day  with 
this  boy  and  the  other  day  with  that  one— 
"this  boy"  being  a  Roddy  MacDowall  or  a 
Dick  Contino,  and  "that  one"  a  Lon  Mc- 
Callister  or  even  Scott  Brady.  With  the  ex- 
ception of  Contino  these  boys  were  all 
fleeting  dates,  and  her  friendship  with 
Contino  was  more  that  than  the  romance 
it  was  played  up  to  be  by  the  columnists. 

Dut  last  summer  the  tangle  of  time  and 
duty,  which  was  keeping  Ann  and  her 
loctor  apart,  began  to  unwind  a  bit.  At 
east,  whenever  he  could  catch  an  evening 
sff  there  was  Ann,  ready  and  waiting.  For 
his  they  could  not  only  thank  their 
:elestial  stars,  but  also  a  star  of  a  different 
ype,  this  one  of  flesh,  blood  and  tempera- 
nent— too  much  of  all  three,  as  a  matter 
)f  fact,  his  studio  has  complained.  You're 
ight!  Mario  Lanza. 

When  Signor  Lanza  decided  he'd  rather 
,'et  demerits' than  be  The  Student  Prince 
or  M-G-M,  Ann,  who  was  to  be  his  lead- 
ng  lady,  found  herself  without  assign- 
aent.  Her  salary  contined  but  she  had 
othing  to  do.  While  Lanza  raved  and 
tudio  heads  cussed  she  sat  quietly  by 
nd  stuffed  her  fingers  in  her  ears  like  a 
ttle  lady.  After  some  days  of  this  she  was 
5ld  she  could  wait  at  home.  The  situation 
len  became  one  in  which  her  own_studio 
t  the  time,  Universal-International,  didn't 
are  play  any  new  role  for  Ann  because 
xe  might  be  called  back  to  MGM  any 
loment  if  Lanza  came  back  to  work.  U-I, 
aving  loaned  Ann  to  MGM,  planned  to 
?t  paid  for  her  availability  even  if  The 
tudent  Prince  was  shelved — which  it  was. 
nn  had  already  been  to  Korea,  no  per- 
>nal  appearance  tours  were  in  the  offing, 
or  practically  the  first  time  in  her  career 
je  was  a  lady  of  leisure  .  .  .  and  that's 
hen  the  doctor  became  "Jim"  to  her  and 
le  began  tliinking  not  only  of  being  Ann 

him,  but  his  Ann! 

Where  did  they  go?  Mostly  to  shows  at 
-st.  And  when  they  ran  out  of  shows 
ey  lmgered  longer  in  dining  places  and 
w  and  then  found  an  entertainment  spot, 
henever  there  would  be  an  industry 
indig  it  would  be  on  Jim's  arm  that  Ann 
rived  and  departed.  And  it  was  their 
anner,  the  way  it  bespoke  the  kind  of 
)se  understanding  young  people  can  have 
len  they  "discover"  each  other,  that  first 
spired  their  friends  to  say  they  were  in 
re. 


When  Ann  and  Jim  dance  they  don't 
dance  Hollywood  fashion  in  which  you 
look  around  the  room  to  see  who  else  is 
there  and  are  apparently  oblivious  of  your 
partner.  Their  faces  are  smile  to  smile, 
and  the  smiles  are  warm  and  lasting.  When 
they  eat  out  they  are  quite  apt  to  talk 
about  the  art  of  eating  at  home,  and  Jim 
knows  Ann  has  a  working  knowledge  of 
the  kitchen.  She  has  told  him.  She  has 
made  it  plain  that  she  doesn't  like  the 
modern  kmd  of  kitchen  that  resembles  a 
sterile  operating  room  in  a  hospital;  she 
thinks  it  ought  to  be  one  of  the  warmest 
rooms  m  the  house  where  you  feel  like 
sitting  down  and  eating  what  you've  cooked 
there. 

Not  long  ago  something  happened  which 
indicated  that  their  attachment  for  each 
other  was  nearing  the  "possessive"  stage 
which  everyone  knows  comes  just  before 
possession  is  made  official  at  the  altar.  It 
didnt  seem  like  much  when  it  happened 
but  when  you  started  to  thinking  about  it 
...  it  was  quite  significant. 

J  im  took  Ann  to  the  Screen  Producer's 
J  Guild  banquet  at  the  Biltmore  Bowl  and 
when  they  entered  the  hotel  a  flock  of 
lads  waving  autograph  books  surrounded 
them.  Ann  signed  autograph  after  auto- 
graph, lingering  so  long  that  Jim  became 
impatient  and  finally  called  a  halt.  "Come 
on!  Come  on!"  he  said.  Ann  jumped!  She 

Red  Skelton  fo  Debra  Paget:  "The 
girl  who  swears  she's  never  been 
kissed  has  a  right  to  swear." 

flew  to  his  side  and  down  the  stairs  they 
went  The  fans  who  were  left  behind 
looked  at  each  other  in  amazement. 
,  "Gee!"  said  one  girl-  "I've  seen  her  with 
fellows  a  lot  of  times  and  they  never 
dared  talk  like  that  if  she  wanted  to  go 
on  signing." 

"Maybe  she  wants  him  to,"  commented 
her  friend  with  the  air  of  a  deep  sage. 

The  two  looked  at  each  other  and 
nodded.   So  that's  the  way  it  was,  huh? 

Is  it  that  way?  "It  certainly  is,"  reports 
Barney  McDevitt  who  handles  Dennis 
Days  public  relations  and  is  pretty  well 
up  on  doings  in  the  McNulty  family.  "The 
romance  definitely  looks  serious." 

Is  it  that  way?  Another  McNulty  brother 
(there  are  five  altogether,  plus  a  sister, 
and  all  married  except  Jim),  is  John,  who 
manages  Dennis'  business  affairs.  He,  with 
the  caution  of  a  figures-and-facts  sort  of 
fellow,  is  more  guarded.  "They've  a  warm 
friendship  for  each  other  and  have  bad 
for  some  time,"  he  says. 

Well  it's  true  that  Jim  is  busy.  He's  so 
busy  that  he  has  never  had  time  to  get  his 
own  apartment  since  leaving  the  service 
and  he  still  lives  in  his  parents'  home.  But 
he  s  not  too  busy  for  romance  and  he 
didnt  sound  at  all  flabbergasted  when 
queried  about  Ann  and  himself  the  other 
day.  The  question  appeared  to  do  nothing 
to  spoil  the  good  humor  he  was  in  and  his 
reply  revealed  no  surprise  at  all  that  such 
a  question  should  be  put  to  him. 

"Are  you  engaged?"  he  was  asked.  "Can 
you  tell  me  about  that?" 
"I .wouldn't  say  that,"  he  came  back. 
Other  people  seem  to  know  more  than 
we  do. 

"Well,  will  you  say  that  you  and  Ann 
will  be  married  or  engaged  soon?"  came 
the  next  question. 

"I  don't  know,"  he  said.  Then  he  added, 
reflectively,  "She's  such  a  sweet  girl." 

W^hen  he  was  told  that  a  lot  of  people 
think  he  and  Ann  would  make  a  fine 
couple  he  smiled  gratefully.  And  when 
he  was  asked  if  he  thought  he  could  win 
her  he  thought  it  over. 

"I  don't  know  whether  111  be  that 
lucky  or  not,"  he  answered  at  last.  "You 


see,  I'm  an  obstetrician  and  my  work 
keeps  me  on  the  go.  Then,  she  has  her 
work,  too,  and  opposing  schedules  like  that 
dent  permit  us  to  see  too  much  of  each 
other.  We  don't  get  together  too  often— not 
as  often  as  I'd  Like." 

But  this  wasn't  all.  He  had  something 
else  to  add.  Ann  was  still  on  his  mind  and 
he  felt  like  talking  about  her.  "She's  a 
nne  girl,  he  went  on,  "I've  never  heard 
anybody  in  Hollywood  have  a  bad  word 
to  say  about  her  .  .  .  or  even  unkind." 

Both  Ann  and  Jim  are  Catholics.  Jim's 
church  was  in  Hollywood  and  Ann's  in 
the  valley  near  her  home.  But  there  is 
a  change  now,  according  to  McDevitt. 
I  hey  re  both  going  to  Ann's  now. 

Jim  was  born  in  New  York.  He  gradu- 
ated from  New  York  Medical  College  go- 
ing immediately  into  the  Navy  as  a  lieu- 
tenant (jg)  and  getting  his  internship 
while  in  the  service.  He  is  34,  ten  years 
Anns  senior,  which  makes  it  perfect  as 
far  as  her  ideas  about  marriage  ages  are 
concerned. 

It  might  not  be  in  error  to  say  that  Ann 
has  a  partiality  for  doctors,  especially  if 
they  are  Irish.  Shortly  after  she  suffered 
a  compound  fracture  of  the  back  in  a 
tobogganing  accident  in  the  mountains 
near  San  Bernadino  four  years  ago  she 
met  and  liked  Dr.  Robert  Flynn,  well 
known  at  the  Queen  of  Angeles  hospital 
m  Los  Angeles.  She  and  Robert  used  to 
make  up  a  dating  foursome  and  the  man 
?  £  ot^ef  couPle  practiced  medicine 
too— Dr.  Robert  Caldwell  (he  delivered 
Jane  Powell's  first  baby).  He  is  now  mar- 
ried to  Joan  Leslie. 

When  the  first  column  item  broke  about 
Ann  and  Jim  some  of  the  nurses  at  the 
Queen  of  Angeles  hospital  didn't  get  his 
name,  and  just  understood  that  she  was 
going  with  a  "doctor."  They  were  sure  this 
could  only  mean  Dr.  Flynn.  It  was  not 
until  a    Queen    nurse  met  a  "St  Vin- 

™n*TS,  nufse  ^  heard  about  Dr.  Jim 
-McNulty  that  they  got  that  straight 

^  ,1  staff, at  St  Vincent's  thinks  Jim  is 
the  salt  of  the  earth  but  they  love  to  kid 
mm  about  his  romance.  It  generally  comes 
in  the  form  of  congratulations,  especially 
from  the  nurses,  who  are  solid  fans  of 
his.  He  s  a  honey!"  said  one.  "Always  the 
same— just  smiles  through  any  crisis" 
said  another.  "A  jolly  one,"  said  a  third 

o: 


thing  becomes  certain  when  you 
see  Ann  these  days— she  is  happier 
taan  she  ever  was  before.  You  get  no 
feeling  of  "Miss  Lonely  Heart,"  as  she 
used  to  be  called.  If  you  ask  her  about 
the  change,  the  reasor,  shell  give  is  that 
now  that  she  has  beer-  signed  by  MGM 
after  havmg  her  option  dropped  at  U-I 
she  is  certain  to  get  the  kind  of  singing 
roles  she  has  always  wanted.  She  loved 
the  opportunity  for  dramatic  acting  she 
got  making  The  World  In  His  Arms  with 
Orregory  Peck.  But  music  comes  first  with 
Ann  m  her  work.  The  announcement  from 
her  new  studio  about  casting  her  in  the 
musical  Rose-Mane,  set  her  to  dancing 
about  the  chances  shell  have  for  singing! 

A  couple  of  months  ago  Ann  was  asked 
if  she  had  given  any  thought  to  the  type 
of  man  she  liked  best  "Yes,  a  man  with 
quiet  strength  about  him,  if  you  know 
what  I  mean,"  she  replied.  "Probably  one 
?rVia  success  at  whatever  he  does  and 
hked  by  those  who  work  with  him.  This 
last  would  mean  a  lot." 

Did  she  know  such  a  man  already?  Be- 
ing Ann  she  smiled  and  took  a  bit  of  time 
before  answering.  "I  know  a  man  like 
that,  she  said,  "but  not  necessarily  the 
man." 

But  could  he  be?  Ann  looked  at  a  distant 
corner  of  the  room  and  nodded  at  it.  And 
that  was  all  she  would  do  about  that  ques- 
tion. But  it  was  apparent  he  could  be 
Everybody  is  pretty  sure  Jim  is.  end  55 


rita's  new  love 


(Continued  jrom  page  28)  it  wasn't  true. 
"We  got  along  very  well,  naturally,"  was 
the  way  she  put  it. 

"In  view  of  that,"  a  reporter  asked,  "is  a 
reconciliation  between  you  and  the  Prince 
a  distinct  possibility?" 

Rita  didn't  have  to  think  a  second.  "I 
doubt  that  very  much." 

"Isn't  your  lawyer,  Bartley  Crum,  in 
Paris  right  now  trying  to  work  out  some 
sort  of  financial  settlement?" 

The  Princess  Khan  nodded  and  made  it 
very  plain  that  she  would  never  seek  a 
divorce  from  her  Mohammedan  Romeo 
until  he  first  made  some  satisfactory  finan- 
cial arrangement  regarding  the  welfare  of 
their  cute,  black-eyed,  3-year-old  daugh- 
ter, Yasmin. 

"You  understand,"  Rita  explained,  and 
there  was  the  slightest  touch  of  a  British 
accent  in  her  intonation,  "that  I'm  not  ask- 
ing anything  for  myself,  absolutely  noth- 
ing. I  feel  it's  simply  my  duty  as  a  mother 
to  consider  our  daughter's  future." 

The  photographers'  flash  bulbs  started 
popping  off.  "How  about  this  Spanish 
nobleman  you  went  around  with?"  another 
newsman  asked.  "Count  Villapadierna, 
something  like  that?" 

The  color  rose  in  Rita  Hayworth's  face. 
She  posed  for  a  few  more  photographs  but 
declined  to  answer  a  single  question  con- 
cerning this  dashing  new  noble  Spanish 
admirer. 

A  nd  yet  all  over  Paris  and  Madrid  where 
they  were  seen  and  photographed  to- 
gether, Rita  Hayworth  and  the  Count  of 
Villapadierna — full  name:  Jose  Maria  Pa- 
dierna  de  Villapadierna  y  Avcilla,  Erice  y 
Aguado,  the  man  known  to  cafe  society  in 
Paris  as  "Pepe"  Villapadierna — ,  have  been 
euphemistically  termed  "an  item." 

In  many  quarters,  for  example,  gossip 
has,  it  that  when  and  if  she  secures  her 
freedom,  Rita  will  probably  take  the  dash- 
ing 40-year-old  count  as  her  fourth  mate. 

One  of  the  leading  members  of  high 
aristocratic  society  in  Paris  told  an  em- 
ployee of  the  French  newspaper,  Samedi 
Sair:  "It  was  my  impression  that  the  Prin- 
cess was  scheduled  to  leave  for  New  York 
late  in  November.  The  reason  she  did  not 
leave  Europe  until  some  weeks  later,  I 
believe,  is  because  she  was  very  much 
taken  with  the  companionship  of  'Pepe.' 
He  is  a  very  charming  man,  a  very  mag- 
netic personality,  and  very  wealthy,  too. 

"I  would  never  say  the  Princess  and 
'Pepe'  are  in  love.  They  don't  have  to  be. 
Aly  Khan  dines  with  other  women,  and 
after  all,  why  shouldn't  he?  His  wife 
is  far  away,  they  are  estranged,  and  Gene 
Tierney  is  such  a  lovely  person.  I  mean 
if  he  and  the  Princess  cannot  get  along. 
If  Rita  leaves  his  flat  and  comes  to  the  Rue 
Berri  and  takes  a  suite  at  the  Lancaster 
Hotel,  must  she  spend  all  her  time  with 
her  secretary?  Is  she  not  entitled  to  a 
little  masculine  companionship?  Of  course, 
she  is.  And  what  a  credit  to  her  taste  that 
she  should  pick  out  someone  like  'Pepe' 
Villapadierna. 

"He  is  a  widower,  you  know,  and  very 
eligible.  He  had  a  most  beautiful  wife.  I 
met  her  several  times.  She  died  in  1947. 
I  don't  want  to  be  premature,  but  I  think 
'Pepe'  and  Rita  would  make  a  handsome 
couple.  They  both  have  Spanish  blood, 
that  hot,  tempestuous  Iberian  tempera- 
ment. But,  of  course,  there  are  compli- 
cations." 

When  you  talk  to  Count  Villapadierna, 
you  learn  what  some  of  these  compli- 
cations are. 

To  begin  with,  he  is  a  very  good  friend 
56    of  Aly  Khan's.  "Matter  of  fact,"  he  says, 


"I  first  met  the  Princess  when  she  was 
traveling  with  Prince  Aly  through  Spain 
about  four  years  ago.  I  believe  they  were 
on  their  way  to  Estoril  in  Portugal.  They'd 
been' recently  married  and  this  was  in  the 
way  of  a  vacation. 

"Prince  Aly  and  I  are  both  very  much 
interested  in  horses.  I'm  a  member  of  the 
Sociedad  Hipica.  I  guess  you'd  call  it 
the  Equestrian  Club.  And  of  course,  you 
know  about  Prince  Aly's  interest  in  horse 
flesh.  Both  the  Prince  and  Princess  are 
good  friends  of  mine.  I'm  extremely  fond 
of  them  both. 

"I  don't  want  to  get  mixed  up  in  any 
connection  with  the  Princess.  Yes,  I've 
seen  her;  I've  escorted  her  to  a  few  places, 
but  surely,  you  can  understand  my  posi- 
tion. I  don't  want  any  publicity  in  the 
connection. 

"Yes,  I'm  single.  I'm  a  widower.  My 
wife  passed  away  five  years  ago,  but  that 
makes  no  difference.  I  don't  want  any  un- 
founded implications  concerning  the  Prin- 
cess and  myself.  She's  a  very  charming,  a 
very  beautiful,  a  very  brilliant  woman,  and 
I  don't  particularly  care  to  jeopardize  our 
friendship. 

"You  ask  if  there's  any  chance  of  my 


One  actress  about  another:  "But 
she  doesn't  LOOK  49!  Unless  you 
get  real  close — like  20  feet." 


visiting  her  in  the  United  States.  I've 
never  been  to  the  United  States,  ,and  while 
I  may  visit  there  in  the  future,  in  fact, 
should  like  to  visit  there,  it  would  be  for 
the  purpose  of  seeing  the  entire  country 
and  not  just  one  person,  if  I  make  myself 
clear. 

"Would  I  like  to  see  the  Princess  again 
in  any  country?  Now,  look  here,  I 
don't  mind  giving  out  information  con- 
cerning myself,  but  you  place  me  in  a 
most  embarrassing  position  by  constantly 
referring  to  your  'Miss  Hayworth.'  I've 
already  told  you  that  I  spent  some  time 
with  her  on  her  recent  trip  in  France  and 
Spain.  I've  told  you  that  I  spent  five  years 
in  England,  that  I'm  a'land-owner  in  Spain, 
yes,  that's  my  occupation,  and  I've  also 
told  you  that  Prince  Aly  is  one  of  my 
dear  friends.  I've  known  him  a  long  time, 
our  association  is  a  pleasant  one,  and  it 
would  be  ridiculous  for  me  under  the  cir- 
cumstances, to  say  anything  connecting 
me  with  the  Princess  except  that  she  and 
Aly  are  both  good  friends,  and  I  shall  al- 
ways be  glad  to  see  them. 

"You  ask  how  old  I  am?  I'm  40  years 
old.  That's  all  I'm  going  to  say.  I  appre- 
ciate your  courtesy  in  talking  to  me.  Do  I 
go  to  the  cinema?  I  go  occasionally.  Have 
I  ever  seen  Miss  Hayworth  in  the  movies? 
Look  here,  I  must  say  goodbye." 

If  divorce  from  Aly  Khan  is  an  eventual 
certainty,  and  even  Rita  admits  it,  then 
it  is  not  unprofitable  to  mull  over  the  pos- 
sible identity  of  the  man  who  will  become 
Rita  Hayworth's  fourth  husband. 

In  Count  Villapadierna,  Rita  has  found 
a  man  of  character,  understanding,  wealth, 
reputation,  and  stability.  But  the  Count 
whose  title  goes  back  to  1746,  would  never 
in  a  million  years  dream  of  giving  up  his 
European  homestead  for  an  existence  in 
Hollywood  where  he  would  be  regarded 
as  little  more  than  Rita's  consort. 

As  for  Rita,  the  actress  has  shown  in  the 
past  a  willingness  to  abandon  Hollywood, 
her  career,  her  old  U.  S.  friends  in  favor 
of  the  man  she  loves,  but  having  wit- 
nessed life  on  the  Continent  with  its 
traditional  double  standard,  one  doubts 
if  she  would  willingly  try  it  again,  no  mat- 
ter how  respected  the  Count  is. 

It  is  possible,  of  course,  that  one  day 
Rita  might  marry  her  "Pepe"  and  settle 
down  with  her  two  daughters,  Rebecca  and 
Yasmin,  in  Paris.  The  Count  has  always 
liked  the  city  on  the  Seine,  has  often  stayed 


away  from  Spain  for  long  periods  and 
conceivably  could  buy  a  chateau  near 
Neuilly  or  Longchamps  and  commute 
from  Madrid.  All  this -  is  guess  work,  of 
course,  because  anyone  who  expects  Rita 
to  come  out  and  say  frankly,  "I'm  just 
wild  about  Count  Villapadierna,  I  think  he 
would  make  a  wonderful  husband.  This 
guy  is  for  me,"  just  doesn't  know  Hay- 
worth. 

Both  Rita  and  her  Count  are,  and 
have  been,  consistently  close-mouthed 
about  their  intriguing  mutual  love-life 
That's  why  Modern  Screen,  determined  to 
get  real  facts,  followed  an  old  and  proven 
formula:  Cherchez  la  femme!  They  looked 
for  and  discovered  a  hitherto  undisclosed 
character  in  this  amorous  drama — The 
Other  Woman. 

Modern  Screen  found  her  happily  en- 
sconced in  a  suite  in  the  St.  Regis  Hotel 
in  New  York,  three  blocks  from  the  Plaza 
where  Rita  was  staying  upon  her  return 
from  Europe. 

French-born  Fernanda  Montel  was  the 
dashing  Count's  leading  lady  for  foui 
years  until  Rita  entered  the  picture  in  1 
Madrid.  After  calling  it  quits  for  gooc 
with  Prince  Aly  Khan  in  Paris,  the  globe-  ; 
trotting  Rita  sought  comfort  and  com-  i 
panionship  from  Aly's  close  friend,  the  i 
millionaire  Spanish  nobleman- sportsman  1 
Not  willing  to  play  a  supporting  role  tc  i 
any  movie  actress,  Fernanda  picked  uj  > 
her  minks,  her  jewels  and  her  singing  ] 
career  and  stormed  out  of  the  blond,  bald-  ] 
ing  Count's  life.  She  left  Madrid  where 
she  has  a  home  and  flew  to  New  York  anc  i 
a  successful  singing  engagement  at  the  < 
swank  Maisonette  room.  If  the  Frencl  t 
chanteuse  sang  her  torch  songs  with  deep-  c 
er  sadness  and  more  pathos  and  vibrancj  1 
than  ever  in  her  throaty  voice,  she  hac  t 
the  Count  to  thank  for  inadvertently  help-  i 
ing  her  in  her  work. 

"He  didn't  leave  me.  I  left  him!"  Fer-  i 
nanda's  long -lashed  blue  eyes  flashed  fir;  i 
as  she  unleashed  her  emotions  about  th<  s 
no-ac-Count  in  her  life  now. 

She  certainly  didn't  look  like  a  girl  wh(  fi 
had  been  jilted  nor  does  she  look  like  th< 
kind  of  girl  any  discerning  man  woulc  i 
want  to  jilt.  In  her  30's,  like  Rita,  she's  tall  J 
shapely  and  sophisticated.  Flecks  of  silve:  S 
were  brushed  into  her  upswept  blond  hair  1 
Considered  one  of  the  best  dressed  womei  i 
in  Spain,  she  was  exquisitely'  groomec 
and  gowned  in  a  sleek,  chic  black  Pari,  * 
frock.  I 
"The  Count  likes  his  women  well  u 
dressed,"  she  said.  "I  saw  Rita  on  Fif  tl  r 
Avenue  the  other  day  and  'Pepe'  wouldn'  lii 
have  liked  the  way  she  looked.  She  wa  ft 
hatless  and  wore  mocassins."  a 
Fernanda  tsk-tsked  at  this.  "A  movi  t 
star,  should  always  look  glamorous,"  sh  1 
said. 

1 

Like  any  woman  who  has  just  writtei 1 
finis  to  a  love  affair,  Fernanda  wante<4 
to  talk  about  it  and  also  her  successor.  lag 

"It  is  funny,"  she  said,  "Pepe  is  Aly' 
close  friend,  and  I  met  Pepe  through  ijti 
close  friend  of  his  four  years  ago.  W'ln 
were  together  ever  since.  I  neglected  m;Dl 
career  for  him  because  he  likes  his  womei  | 
to  be  with  him  all  the  time  to  go  to  th(n 
races,  the  resorts.  ,  in 
"I  met  Rita  for  the  first  time  three  year  g 
ago  at  a  party  the  Aga  Khan  gave  afte  te 
the  Grande  Prix  Race  in  Paris.  The  Count'  a 
horse  won  the  Grande  Prix  this  year,"  sr>|| 
said,  "I  was  there  with  him."  Then  sh<  | 
added  the  feminine  touch.  "He  hasn't  wci  if 
a  race  since  I  left  him.  k 
"Aly  is  a  sweet  person  and  fun  to  b  > 
with,  but  for  me  he  would  not  be  a  goo  a< 
husband.  He  likes  women  too  much. 

"I  think  Rita  gets  satisfaction  being  wri  | 
Aly's  close  friend.  When  she  came  to  Maf  s 
rid  and  the  Count  met  her  at  the  tr&.  15 

*  eq 


I  left  him.  I  was  not  sharing  him.  He  and 
Rita  went  to  Seville  and  Malaga  where  he 
has  a  home  and  I  opened  a  singing  en- 
gagement at  the  Rex  Hotel  in  Madrid.  The 
Count  left  Rita  in  Malaga  and  returned  to 
Madrid.  When  I  heard  he  was  in  the  hotel 
and  wanted  to  hear  me  sing,  I  told  the 
manager,  'If  that  man  comes  inside,  I  will 
not  sing.'  They  didn't  let  him  in.  I  sang 
and  he  had  to  stand  outside  behind  a  cur- 
tain.  I  came  to  New  York. 

"I  wouldn't  marry  him  for  a  million 
dollars,"  she  said,  "and  that  is  not,  how 
you  say,  sour  grapes.  If  he  did  it  once,  be- 
came interested  in  another  woman,  he 
would  do  it  again.  I'm  through,  finished, 
but  he  is  not  through  with  me. 

"He  called,  me  up  from  Spain.  I  hang 
up  on  him.  He  cabled  me.  I  did  not  answer. 
He  had  our  friends  write  to  explain." 

To  prove  her  words  she  went  into  her 
bedroom,  and  after  much  opening  and  clos- 
ing of  bureau  drawers,  returned  with  a 
fistful  of  papers.  "See,  here  are  the  cables 
he  sent  me." 

They  were  dated  in  November  at  the 
time  Rita  was  in  Spain. 

"It's  been  a  grey,  grey,  grey  day  since 
you  left  me,"  one  said.  "It  is  all  a  mis- 
understanding," said  another.  Still  an- 
other wished  her  well  on  her  opening  at 
the  Maisonette  Room  and  the  most  wistful 
of  all,  saying,  "We  all  miss  you,"  was 
signed  with  the  names  of  the  dog  and 
horse  he  had  given  her  and  his  own  added 
lastly,  "your  Count." 

A  long  handwritten  letter  from  their 
mutual  friend,  a  Marquesa,  pleaded  in  the 
count's  behalf.  "He  asked  me  to  write  you," 
the  latter  read,  "and  tell  you  you.  are  the 
only  one  that  means  anything  to  him. 
There  were  women  before  he  met  you. 
but  none  while  he  knew  you.  This  'thing' 
with  Rita  is  just  an  adventure." 

These  words  of  protestation  and  affection 
were  all  balm  to  her  wounds  for  no  woman 
worthy  of  her  sex  likes  to  have  the  man 
she  loves  become  interested  in  another. 
Four  years  of  love  cannot  be  forgotten  in 
four  days  or  even  four  months. 

"I  think  Rita  Hayworth  would  like  to 
marry  the  Count.  Why  not?  He's  rich  and 
attractive  and  Rita  would  be  a  Countess. 
She  is  not  as  big  a  star  as  she  used  to  be. 
Then  she  wouldn't  have  to  worry  if  she 
were  married  to  the  Count." 

When  asked  if  she  thought  the  Count 
would  marry  Rita,  Fernanda,  whose  com- 
mand of  English  sometimes  could  not  keep 
up  with  the  rapidity  of  her  thoughts, 
rushed  to  say,  "Why  wouldn't  he  marry 
ler?  He's  a  widower.  She's  famous  and 
he  Count  likes  publicity.  That's  his  weak- 
ness. He  has  everything  else.  He's  lost 
vvithout  a  woman  at  his  skle.  He  likes 
to  be  seen  with  beautiful  women." 

That  is  the  latest  most  authentic  word 
from  the  Continent:  A  strong  conjecture 
hat  Rita  will  become  the  Countess  Vil- 
apadierna  within  a  few  years. 

In  Hollywood,  however,  insiders  are 
;till  betting  on  temple-gray  Charley  Feld- 
nan,  chief  of  Famous  Artists  talent  agency. 
Dbservers  in  the  movie  colony  feel  that 
>nly  one  factor  prevents  Rita  from  going 
nore  or  less  steadily  or  having  some  deep 
understanding  concerning  her  marital 
uture  with  Charley  Feldman  and  that  is 
.er  persistent  feeling  that  Charley  is  still 
arrying  a  torch  for  his  ex- wife,  the  former 
ean  Howard. 

Rita  does  not  want  a  husband  who  can't 
'et  other  women  out  of  his  system.  She 
ias  one  in  Aly  Khan,  and  the  chances  are 
he  will  not  duplicate  the  feat  unless  she 
as  to. 

What  Rita  is  looking  for  is  a  husband 
'ho  will  provide  a  home  and  happiness  for 
er  and  her  children  without  making  the 
•appings  of  motion  picture  glamor  a  pre- 
requisite or  an  integral  part  of  the  mar- 


riage. She  wants  to  lead  the  simple  life,  a 
life  she  has  never  known,  a  life  of  bliss 
and  domesticity,  because  by  nature  Rita  is 
a  simple,  stable  young  woman  and  not  a 
sophisticated  Continental  social  butterfly. 

Last  Spring,  she  pretty  well  put  the 
fins  er  on  her  trouble  with  Aly  when  she 
said,  "Various  factors,  including  my  hus- 
band's extensive  social  obligations  and 
far-flung  interests,  unfortunately  make  it 
impossible  to  establish  or  maintain  the  kind 
of  home  I  want  and  my  children  need." 
_  A  psychologist  has  suggested  the  pos- 
sibility that  in  each  of  her  previous  mar- 
riages Rita  Hayworth  was  pursuing  a 
father-image  rather  than  a  mate  of  her 
own  choice.  Each  of  her  husbands  has 
been  a  combination  father-teacher-lover, 
an  order  not  exactly  to  her  liking  and 
from  which  she  has  always  rebelled. 

An  intimate  of  Count  Villapadierna  says. 
"One  of  the  reasons  Rita  likes  Pepe  so 
much  is  that  he  treats  her  as  an  equal. 
There  is  never  any  condescension  in  his 
manner.  He  treats  her  as  if  she  were 
born  to  the  purple,  as  if  she  always  had 
a  title.  Unlike  Aly  he  has  never  seen  her 
in  her  native  bailiwick,  that  is,  working 
for  a  living  in  Hollywood.  To  him  she's 
always  the  glamor  girL  the  fabulous 
voluptuary.  Every  girl  at  one  time  or  an- 


manages  to  keep  a  good  share  of  it. 

While  she  refuses  to  discuss  her  fi- 
nancial status,  it  is  no  secret  that 
the  screen  siren  was  down  to  her  last 
850,000  when  she  returned  to  Hollywood 
last  year.  Affair  In  Trinidad  should  net 
her  after  taxes,  another  3250,000  which 
she  can  well  use  since  none  of  her  hus- 
bands pay  her  alimony,  and  she  has  a 
large  household  to  support,  including 
D  omingo,  her  faithful  housekeeper,  Sus- 
anne,  the  French  maid,  two  gardeners, 
a  secretary,  and  her  two  daughters. 

Rebecca,  Rita's  oldest  daughter  by  her 
marriage  to  Orson  Welles,  hasn't  seen  her 
father  in  years  and  was  a  little  broken  up 
when  her  mother  failed  to  return  to  Holly- 
wood in  time  for  her  eighth  .birthday. 

Rebecca's  birthday  was  December  17th. 
Rita  returned  from  Europe  on  December 
13th.  The  little  girl  thought  her  mother 
would  fly  home  and  celebrate  the  occasion 
with  her,  but  Rita  phoned  from  the  Plaza 
Hotel  in  New  York  and  explained  to  her 
first-born  that  she  had  to  remain  in  New 
York  on  business  and  would  be  home  in 
time  to  spend  Christmas  vacation  with  her. 

While  in  New  York  Rita  was  seen  in  the 
company  of  Raymond  Hakim  and  this 
gave  rise  to  the  rumor  that  she  and  the 
Egyptian-born  movie  producer  had  taken 


HAS  THE  COUNT  CHOSEN  BETWEEN  LOVELY  RITA  AND  EXCITING  FERNANDA? 


Rita  was  Viliapadierna's  constant  date  all 
summer,  but  neither  wiil  state  future  intentions. 

other  dreams  of  being  treated  like  a  real 
Princess.  It's  a  projection  of  the  Cinderella 
neurosis.  With  Aly,  Rita  never  feels  like 
a  Princess.  She's  the  movie  star  he  hap- 
pened to  marry,  a  show  piece  for  his  sub- 
jects. With  Pepe,  however,  I  think  she  has 
the  feeling  that  she  is  being  admired  for 
herself,  as  a  woman,  a  person,  not  a 
screen  star." 

Before  she  can  return  to  Europe  and 
her  count,  Rita,  according  to  her  contract 
at  Columbia,  must  star  in  a  musical  ver- 
sion of  Rain,  the  Somerset  Maugham 
classic  concerning  the  South  Sea  adven- 
tures of  the  prostitute,  Sadie  Thompson. 
The  musical  version  of  Rain  was  staged  on 
Broadway  with  June  Havoc  several  vears 
ago  and  failed  miserably,  but  Columbia 
producer  Jerry  Wald  is  convinced  that  with 
Rita  in  the  lead,  the  film  will  make  money. 

Affair  In  Trinidad,  Rita's  first  film  since 
her  marriage  to  Aly,  was  panned  by  the 
critics  but  did  very  well  at  the  box  office. 
It  is  possible  that  her  second  film,  Salome 
in  which  she  stars  opposite  Stewart  Gran- 
ger, will  do  equally  well. 

Rita  has  her  own  producing  company 
Beckworth  Productions,  which  releases 
through  Columbia,  and  each  time  one  of 
her  company's  films  makes  money,  she 


For  four  years  French  singer  Fernanda  Montel 
was  Count's  amour.  She  says  he  wants  her  back. 

a  liking  to  each  other.  The  reason  they 
dined  in  New  York  is  that  Hakim  and  his 
brother  Andre  own  the  motion  picture 
rights  to  the  life  of  Isadora  Duncan,  the 
great  dancer,  and  the  Hakims  very  much 
want  Rita  to  star  in  the  film  version. 
Whether  or  not  she  will  depends  on 
whether  the  Hakims  can  get  a  script  writ- 
ten that  will  meet  with  her  approval. 

r^AEEER-wisE,  Rita  at  this  moment,  has 
probably  reached  her  zenith,  but  the 
truth  of  the  matter  is  that  she  would  gladly 
sacrifice  her  career  if  she  could  only  find 
a  husband  worthy  of  the  sacrifice. 

Her  divorce  from  Aly  not  yet  having 
been  obtained,  it  is  foolhardy  to  predict,  but 
of  all  the  men  in  her  life,  it  is  safe  to  say 
at  this  point  that  Count  Pepe  Villapadierna 
would  probably  make  her  the  best  hus- 
band. People  who  know  him  well  say  that 
faithfulness  is  his  strong  point. 

Rita  did  not  give  him  a  month  of  her 
time  because  he  happens  to  be  an  authority 
on  horses.  This  relationship  between  the 
Princess  and  her  "Pepe"  bears  close  watch- 
ing, for  Volga  Haworth  Cansino's  little  girl 
has  never  been  a  female  to  lead  a  man- 
less  life,  not  since  the  tender  age  of  17, 


anyway. 


END 

5/ 


he  gets  what  he  wants 


(Continued  from  page  44)  dandy— Farley 
will  take  all  the  credit.  If  not— well,  okay, 
he  made  the  mistakes  himself  and  he's 
ready  to  shoulder  all  the  blame. 

This  fetish  and  flair  for  independence 
is  responsible  for  plunging  the  erstwhile 
King  of  the  Bobbysoxers  into  one  Yellow- 
stone-geyser cauldron  of  hot  water  after 
another.  Even  back  at  the  very  beginning 
of  things  for  Farley  in  1944,  when  he  was 
19  years  old  and  just  starting  his  picture, 
career,  he  had  the  knack  for  stirring  up  a 
rumpus. 

The  powers-that-be  in  Hollywood  called 
him  temperamental,  and  uncooperative. 
They  called  him  moody  and  intense, 
spoiled,  selfish,  they  said  he  hated  Holly- 
wood, a  town  that  had  given  him  every- 
thing, and  they  said  he  didn't  care  what 
difficulties  he  caused.  And  you  know 
what?  They  still  say  those  things! 

But  there's  one  person  in  Hollywood 
who  feels  he  truly  understands  the  com- 
plex Granger  mechanism — that  person  is 
Ted  Loeff,  his  public  relations  counsel 
and  friend  of  long  standing. 

Because  of  their  intimate  business  asso- 
ciation, Ted  has  had  opportunity  to  watch 
and  talk  with  Farley  under  a  variety  of 
circumstances — to  study  him  at  close 
range.  As  far  as  Ted  is  concerned,  our 
boy  knows  how  to  live  and  let  live, 
whether  the  riding  is  smooth  or  the  bad- 
bump  detours  are  many. 

As  Ted  sees  it,  everyone  is  confused 
where  Farley  is  concerned — except  Far- 
ley himself.  He  says  the  boy  knows  what 
he  wants  and  how  to  get  it,  and  that  his 
one-track  mind  is  completely  set  on  a 
successful  career  in  movies  and  the  legit- 
imate theater.  At  the  moment,  Ted  says, 
Farley  regards  his  personal  life  as  unim- 
portant. He  implicitly  believes  that  when 
he  reaches  the  pinnacle  career-wise  his 
personal  life-pattern  will  straighten  itself 
out.  Then,  and  only  then,  will  he  take 
time  for  serious  romance. 

As  he  told  Ted  recently,  "The  world 
opened  up  for  me  one  day  not  too  long 
ago.  I  woke  up  to  discover  that  a  career 
is  a  job.  You  have  to  be  like  a  business- 
man in  the  acting  profession.  You  have 
to  work  at  it,  live  it,  breathe  it.  You  can't 
do  that  and  run  around  all  night,  as  I 
used  to  do.". 

Which  is  indicative  of  the  new  Farley. 
He  is  determined  to  make  good!  Nothing 
else  matters.  To  accomplish  the  success 
he  wants  above  all  else,  Farley  practises 
tremendous  self-discipline.  He  believes 
that  to  keep  himself  at  the  peak  of  per- 
formance he  must  keep  physically  fit.  He 
is  careful  of  his  diet,  exercises  at  least  an 
hour  a  day,  and  budgets  his  time  closely, 
allowing  few  moments  for  night  club  and 
party  tomfoolery. 

Inasmuch  as  Farley  admits  his  tastes  are 
strongly  influenced  by  those  of  his 
friends,  it's  interesting  to  note  just  who 
these  friends  are.  Mostly  they're  directors, 
writers,  actresses,  musicians  —  sensitive, 
creative  personalities.  His  own  list  of  his 
closets  friends  include  Millard  Kaufman, 
the  writer,  and  his  wife,  Laurie;  actress 
Jo  Carol  Dennison;  Kay  Walsh,  English 
actress  brought  here  by  MGM  to  play  in 
Young  Bess;  actress  Jorja  Curtright  Shel- 
don and  her  husband,  Sidney,  writer-di- 
rector at  MGM;  director  Vincente  Min- 
nelli;  director  Nick  Ray;  Norman  Panama, 
writer-director-producer,  and  his  wife, 
Marsha;  Saul  Chaplin,  composer;  Phil 
Gershe,  Farley's  agent,  and  Marvin  Fried- 
man, his  business  manager. 

These  people  are  a  far  cry  from  the  be- 
bop crowd  Farley  used  to  chase  around 
R  with.  Even  Shelley  Winters  isn't  on  the 


list — so  apparently  the  frenetic  days  are 
gone  and  done  with — a  closed  chapter. 

I  lunched  with  Farley  in  his  hilltop 
home  in  Hollywood  on  the  very  day  he 
was  placed  on  suspension  by  his  boss,  Sam 
Goldwyn,  for  turning  down  the  starring 
role  opposite  Piper  Laurie  in  U-I's  Golden 
Blade.  This  part  had  been  offered  Farley 
on  loanout.  It  wasn't  the  first  time  he  had 
been  on  studio  suspension  and,  Farley 
admits,  it  probably  won't  be  his  last. 

"After  all,"  he  said  as  Arzie — dear, 
sorely-missed  Arzie! — poured  coffee  for  us 
and  I  cast  a  pleading  look  at  her,  only  to 
be  spurned,  "I'm  no  idiot.  If  I  don't  think 
a  script  is  right  I  turn  it  down.  As  far  as 
my  judgment  is  concerned,  Golden  Blade 
isn't  for  me,  and  I'll  bet  anything  you  want 
it  turns  out  I'm  right,  because  they've 
given  the  part  to  Rock  Hudson!  I  don't 
think  Rock  and  I  are  the  same  type  at  all, 
do  you?" 

I  said  no. 

"Then  again,  maybe  I'll  be  proved 
wrong,"  Farley  said.  "Who  knows?  All 
I'm  sure  of  is  that  I  can't  lean  on  the  de- 
cisions of  others.  I  have  to  cut  my  own 
pattern!" 

•  Now,  whether  you  know  it  or  not,  this 
is  an  admirable  trait  in  a  town  where 


you'll  love 

next  month's 

cover  portrait 

of  doris  day  .  .  . 

and  you  must  read  .  .  . 

"Hollywood's 

strangest  marriage," 

in  the  april 

modern  screen, 

on  sale  march  6 


everybody  follows  advice  and,  failing  to 
secure  what  they  think  is  the  right  coun- 
sel, turns  to  an  astrologer.  Here's  the 
Granger  reasoning: 

It's  the  very  bobbysoxers  who  have 
made  his  star  shine  brightly,  Farley  feels, 
who  are  also  responsible  for  his  fanatical 
fussing  over  scripts! 

He  said,  "The  bobbysoxers  are  wonder- 
ful kids  and  I  challenge  anybody  to  say 
they're  not.  Of  all  people,  I  should  cer- 
tainly think  this  about  them  because 
they're  the  ones  who  put  me  where  I  am 
today. 

"But  it's  these  same  kids  I'm  thinking 
about  when  I  holler  about  scripts.  The 
young  fans  were  attracted  to  me  because 
I  was  young  too,  and  accordingly  they 
identified  themselves  with  me.  I  don't 
think  they  were  particularly  interested  in 
whether  I  could  act.  So— let's  face  it! — 
how  long  can  a  guy  go  on  being  young? 
Time  rolls  on  for  a  bobbysoxers'  pet  just 
like  it  does  for  everyone  else,  and  every 
year  there  are  new,  good-looking  fellows 
like  Tab  Hunter  or  gosh  knows  who-all 
entering  the  acting  ranks  and  then  my 
bobbysoxers  are  off  on  a  new  idolatry 
rampage.  I've  no  fault  to  find  with  this 
scheme  of .  things  at  all.   It's  just  as  it 


should  be.  But  gee  whiz,  a  guy  doesn't 
want  to  wind  up  being  an  old  bobbysox 
idol!"  ,  a 

This,  then,  is  the  reason  in  back  of 
Farley's  intense  desire  to  reach  what  he 
calls  "the  rest  of  my  audience"— in  other 
words,  the  older  fans.  He's  convinced  the 
only  way  to  reach  this  adult  element  of 
your  audiences  is  through  good  acting. 
And  this  means  carefully  chosen  scripts. 

Farley  thinks  it's  only  the  bobbysoxers 
who  are  interested  in  the  fact  that  his 
hair  is  dark  and  curly,  his  eyes  a  snapping 
brown,  his  smile  an  impish  nicker  that 
sends  a  gal  into  a  livid,  drooling  tizzy'. 

"They  don't  care  if  I  don't  come  through 
with  a  world-shaking  performance,"  Far- 
ley sighs.  "My  acting  ability  is  only 
secondary.  But  their  older  sisters  and 
brothers  and  their  mothers  and  dads? 
That's  something  else  again.  They  are 
critical  of  a  ■performance,  period  exclama- 
tion point!  _  ' 

"Funny  thing  about  it  all  is  that  I  didnt 
start  out  in  pictures  consciously  catering 
to  the  bobbysoxers.  In  fact,  I'm  still  be- 
wildered that  they  liked  me  even  a  little 
bit  in  the  heavy,  dramatic  roles  I  was 
playing.  There  was  certainly  nothing  ro- 
mantic about  my  part  in  North  Star,  in 
which  I  was  blinded;  about  Purple  Heart, 
in  which  my  tongue  was  cut  out;  about 
Rope,  in  which  I  was  a  murderer.  Not  a 
romance  in  the  lot!" 

This  is  pretty  good  analyzing  on  the 
part  of  such  a  young  actor.  But  then  Far- 
ley has  given  the  matter  of  his  career  in 
movies  plenty  of  thought  this  past  year. 
And  he  has  reached  the  conclusion  that 
in  the  final  analysis  he  alone  must  pro- 
tect it  and  make  it  last  as  long  as  possible! 

No  one  can  do  it  for  him.  "I  have  to 
know  my  own  self— my  mind — and  feel 
what  is  good  for  me  and  what  isn't,  what 
I  should  do  and  what  I  shouldn't.  I  can't 
take  even  the  words  of  the  producers  of 
my  pictures  as  gospel! 

"I'll  tell  you  the  only  thing  that's  sure 
in  this  business,"  he  continued,  "and  that 
is  that  nobody  does  his  career  a  bit  of 
good  or  adds  a  day  to  its  life  by  making 
a  wrong  picture.  An  actor  has  to  keep 
trying  to  have  his  name  connected  with 
good  movies  because  most  audiences  never 
bother  to  take  into  consideration  that  a 
picture  is  bad  because  it  was  directed 
badly  or  because  the  script  was  poor. 
They  simply  say,  'I  saw  that  Farley  Gran- 
ger movie  and  gee,  he  was  lousy  in  it!' 
And  that's  when  Farley  Granger  has  to 
start  checking  over  his  accounts. 

"So  when  you  hear  rumors  about  my 
'temperament'  it  usually  means  only  that 
I  have  rejected  a  script  which,  in  my 
judgment,  is  bad  for  my  career.  As  far  as 
I'm  concerned,  I  would  much  rather  turn 
down  a  story  I'm  convinced  is  bad  for  me 
and  accept  the  suspension  and  the  loss  of 
a  tidy  sum  of  money  than  refuse  to  be 
honest  with  myself  and  lose  face  even- 
tually with  my  fans. 

"One  more  point:  I  certainly  don't  be-  ^ 
lieve  in  sitting  around  doing  nothing  else 
but  waiting,  waiting,  waiting  for  that  great 
part  to  come  along.  I'm  not  that  unreal- 
istic. I  realize  as  well  as  the  next  actor 
that  truly  great  roles  are  as  scarce  as 
Siamese  twins.  But  my  contention  is  that 
you  have  to  keep  trying  not  to  bog  down 
in  mediocrity." 

Most  of  Farley's  Hollywood  difficulties 
have  stemmed  from  his  passion  for  hon- 
esty and  forthrightness,  and  in  being 
honest  and  forthright  with  himself  first. 
He  says  what  he  thinks  and  he  tries  to  do 
what  he  thinks  is  right.  Such  convictions 
are  not  always  conducive  to  the  happi- 
ness of  Hollywood's  production  heads  and 
directors. 

Yet  despite  all  this  talk  of  "tempera- 
ment," a  chat  with  Alfred  Hitchcock,  Vin- 


'Captivating" 


is  the  word  for  Mona  Freeman's 
beauty.  Eyes  that  almost  speak- 
soft  skin  that's  enchanting.  Easy 
to  see  why  directors  cast  Mona 
for  "romantic  young"  roles! 


Here's  my  care 
for  smoother  skin 
. . .  Lux !  " 


says 


MonaFreeman 


Do  you  want  this  lovelier  skin-beauty 
for  yourself?  Then  try  this  young  star's 
daily  Lux  Soap  care— it  has 
beautifying  Skin-Tonic  Action! 

Let  Mona  tell  you  that  lovelier  skin  can . 
be  yours !  "I  find  Lux  care  really  makes 
a  difference — just  a  few  seconds  for  my 
daily  Lux  Soap  facials  keep  my  skin 
.  sparkling." 

And  the  secret  of  this  sparkling  look 
that  comes  to  your  skin  with  Lux? 

It's  the  gentle  Skin-Tonic  Action  of 
Lux  care  ...  it  helps  your  skin  retain 
natural  moisture.  Even  dry  skin  looks 
softer,  more  alive  and  luminous. 

Discover  the  quick  new  beauty  this 
Lux  Soap  care  can  give  your  skin.  Try 
it  ...  see  for  yourself.  Lux  Soap  care, 
with  Skin-Tonic  Action,  is  guaranteed 
to  make  your  skin  definitely  smoother, 
fresher — or  Lever  Brothers  Company 
will  refund  your  money. 


Mona  Freeman  co-starring  in  RKO  Radio's  "ANGEL  FACE' 


ona's  glamour  sparkles — even 
f-screen.  Her  tip:  "Fresh  skin  adds 
any  girl's  charm — that's  why  daily 
ix  facials  are  a  must  for  me!" 


Mona  selects  fluffy  blue  hat. 

"Feminine  colors  are  so  flattering 
. . .  especially  to  fresh  skin."  Here's 
her  way  to  fresh,  glowing  skin  .  .  . 


"Lux  facials  work  wonders! 
I  cream  in  a  rich  Lux  lather, 
rinse  warm,  splash  cold,  and 
my  skin  simply  glows  !" 


Nine  out  of  teu  screen  stars  use  Lux  Toilet  Soap— for 
complexion,  for  daily  beauty  baths,  too.  Try  this  fragrant 
white  soap  that  is  Hollywood's  favorite.  You'll  discover  .  . 
life's  lovely  when  you're  Lux-lovely ! 


cente  Minnelli,  Nick  Ray  and  any  of  the 
other  directors  with  whom  Farley  Granger 
has  worked  during  his  Hollywood  stay 
brings  to  light  the  fact  that  our  boy's 
professional  attitude  is  exemplary.  These 
directors  all  try  to  borrow  him  for  suc- 
ceeding pictures.  Hitchcock,  for  instance, 
who  directed  Rope,  liked  Farley's  work  so 
much  that  he  got  him  back  again  for 
Strangers  on  A  Train. 

If  Farley  is  direct  in  his  approach  to 
business  problems,  he  is  equally  so 
where  romance  is  concerned.  He  admits 
that  eventually  he  hopes  to  marry  and  set- 
tle down  and  live  happily  ever  after.  But 
when  I  asked  him  when — that  all-import- 
ant question  to  which  you  fans  await  ap 
answer  with  bated  breath! — Farley  said: 

"I  can't  give  you  an  honest  answer  to 
that  question.  And  I  can't  understand  how 
other  young  actors  can  give  interviews  in 
which  they  say  they'll  marry  when  they're 
31  years  old,  or  35,  or  39,  or  whenever! 
How  can  they  know?  How  can  anyone  say 
he'll  definitely  wait  five  years  to  marry 
when  whammo!  he  might  meet  someone 
tomorrow,  fall  madly  in  love  and  be  mar- 
ried within  the  week?  Who  can  say  about 
a  thing  like  that?" 

This  doesn't  mean  Farley  doesn't  have 
some  definite  ideas  about  romance.  He 
does.  For  example:  , 

"Nothing  irks  me  more  than  to  have 
some  well-meaning  person  advise  me  to 
beat  a  steady  path  to  the  doors  of  all 
the  little  starlets  in  Hollywood,  to  keep  the 
nightclub  chairs  warm,  to  go  to  all  the 
parties — in  other  words,  to  make  a  big 
point  of  being  seen  by  producers  and  di- 
rectors so  that  they  can  spot  me  and  say, 
'Oh,  there's  Farley  Granger  sitting  over 
at  that  table — he's  just  the  type  we  need 
for  our  new  picture!' 

"I  can't  see  it  at  all.  Why  should  I  have 
to  put  on  an  act  to  attract  the  attention  of 
producers  and  directors?  Why  should  any 
actor?  After  all,  these  men  who  make 
our  movies  are  interested  only  in  how  I 
appear  and  act  on  film.  As  a  result,  it's 
my  opinion  that  they  can  pass  judgment 


on  me  much  better  by  looking  at  the  pic- 
tures I  have  already  made  than  by  watch- 
ing me  be  myself  in  a  nightclub  or  at  a 

party." 

Farley  means  that 'when  he  goes  night- 
clubbing  or  partying  it's  because  he  feels 
in  the  mood  for  that  sort  of  thing,  not  be- 
cause he  expects  to  get  anything  out  of  it 
businesswise.  There's  that  honesty  streak 
again! 

And  nobody's  going  to  tell  him  whom  to 
take  to  the  nightclubs  or  parties,  either! 

"I  used  to  have  a  lot  of  fun  with  Shel- 
ley Winters,"  he  recalled — and  somewhat 
pensively,  I  thought.  "At  the  time  nobody 
would  believe  that  Shelley  and  I  were 
seeing  each  other  because  we  enjoyed 
each  other's  company.  They  coldly  chalked 
it  up  to  a  desire  for  publicity  because  of 
Behave  Yourself,  the  picture  we  were 
making.  But  we  had  been  going  together 
for  two  years  before  we  made  that  picture! 

"The  columnists  and  the  fan  magazines 
said  we  were  so  different — that  Shelley 
was  the  screaming-and-carrying-on  type 
while  I  was  calm  and  relaxed.  They  said 
we  had  nothing  in  -common.  But  they 
were  wrong.  We  really  had  a  great  deal 
in  common,  and  we  still  do.  And  it's  the 
same  now  as  it  was  then:  we're  both  se- 
rious about  our  careers  in  the  same  de- 
gree—and we  go  about  furthering  them  in 
the  same  way. 

"Chelley,  in  her  own  fashion,  has  great 
^  integrity  as  an  actress.  When  she's  not 
nervous  and  tense,  she  makes  an  uncom- 
mon amount  of  sense.  I  understand  Shell 
and  what  makes  her  tick,  and  it  never  dis- 
turbed me  during  the  filming  of  the  pic- 
ture when  she  would  rant  and  rave  at  me. 
I  knew  it  was  simply  because  of  anxiety 
about  the  picture  and  her  tremendous  de- 
sire to  make  her  performance  outstanding. 
I  knew,  too,  that  after  gulping  six  dough- 
nuts and  four  cups  of  coffee  in  the  dressing 
room  between  takes  Shell  would  calm 
down  once  again.  Physical,  that's  Shell. 

"Being  Mrs.  Vittorio  Gassman  has 
brought  much  happiness  to  Shell.  She  de- 
serves it.  We'll  always  be  good  friends." 


Any  current  romantic  interests?  Our  boy 

says: 

"I  haven't  any,  really.  While  making 
Small  Town  Girl  I  discovered  what  a  lot 
of  real  fun  Ann  Miller  is  and  I've  been 
seeing  her.  You  can't  call  it  dating.  If 
you  write  about  it,  just  say  I've  been  see- 
ing her  and  enjoying  every  minute  of  it. 

"It's  almost  ridiculous,  the  way  column- 
ists, reporters  and  press  agents  will  ask, 
'Who's  your  new  romance,  who's  the  some- 
one special  in  your  life  now?' — and  I  reply 
'Nobody  at  the  moment.'  Because  they 
get  such  a  stricken  look,  almost  as  if  I'd 
slapped  them. 

"I  just  don't  happen  to  be  in  love  at  the 
moment.  Which  makes  me  a  pretty  nor- 
mal human  being,  the  way  I  look  at  it 
although  it  doesn't  seem  to  be  the  waj 
things  work  in  Hollywood.  Seems  to  me 
that  only  a  neurotic  could  be  madly  ir 
love  every  second,  the  way  the  column- 
ists want  us  to  be!" 

Farley's  plans  for  the  future  are  jam- 
packed  in  his  mind.  He  has  many  goal; 
set  for  himself — an  outline  for  a  lifetime 
of  self-improvement  and  self-realization 

First  of  all,  he  is  determined  to  mature 
as  an  actor,  to  leap  over  the  hurdle  o 
being  considered  a  bobbysoxers'  passing 
fancy,  an  offbeat  character,  and  to  be  ac 
cepted  instead  as  a  man  with  real  dra 
matic  talent — an  actor  who  can  play 
variety  of  roles  and  create  countless  char 
acterizations  of  merit.  He  hopes  even 
tually  to  be  permitted  to  work  in  the  legit 
imate  theater  and  to  leave  his  mark  ther< 
as  well. 

He  wants  to  travel.  His  one  European 
trip — tourist  class! — whetted  his  appetit 
for  more.  He  likes  to  learn  about  people 
outside  the  limited  Hollywood  sphere 
Traveling,  Farley  feels,  is  good  for  one' 
perspective. 

And,  most  of  all,  but  only  when  he  feel 
he's  ready  for  it,  he  wants  to  get  marriec 
Does  that  sound  temperamental? 

Shell  be  some  gal,  too,  the  one  Farle; 
picks,  because  Farley  gets  what  he  goe 
after.  Didn't  he  take  Arzie  away  fror 
me?  EN 


big  star— big  head? 


(Continued  from  page  50)  as  raising  the 
the  morale  of  the  military. 

It  took  several  weeks  of  diligent  explora- 
tion and  research,  weeks  in  which  he  exer- 
cized his  charming,  winning  ways  with  the 
opposite  sex,  but  eventually  Lieut.  Robert- 
son accomplished  his  mission;  and  the  walls 
of  the  Officers'  Club  were  covered  with 
some  of  the  most  fetching  and  provocative 
blow-ups  of  the  female  figure  ever  re- 
corded by  camera. 

Two  officers  who  were  stationed  with 
Robertson  at  Ft.  Bragg,  recently  visited 
the  West  Coast  and  were  discussing,  over 
a  couple  of  beers,  Dale's  accomplishments 
as  an  interior  decorator. 

"I  wonder  why,"  the  first  officer  said, 
"Robertson  was  chosen  to  line  up  the  girls 
for  those  photographs?" 

"Are  you  kidding?"  the  second  officer 
demanded.  "Even  back  then  he  looked 
like  a  Hollywood  character.  They  say  he's 
gone  Hollywood  now,  but  for  my  money 
he  looked  like  a  matinee  idol  six  years  ago." 

Whether  any  actor's  "ham"  was  dis- 
cernibly  latent  in  Dale  Robertson  six  years 
ago  is  beside  the  point,  which  is  that  in 
the  past  six  months,  more  and  more  of  the 
film  colony's  neutral  and  objective  ob- 
servers have  accused  the  square-shoul- 
dered Oklahoman  with  the  grey-green  eyes 
of  going  Hollywood. 
gQ      When   Dale    quarreled   with    his  wife 


Frederica  (everyone  calls  her  Jackie  al- 
though she  was  christened  in  France  as 
Frederica  Jacqueline  Wilson)  and  moved 
out  of  his  little  stucco  palace  in  Reseda  last 
October,  one  columnist  opined,  "Dale  Rob- 
ertson's gone  the  way  of  all  flesh."  "It  fig- 
ures," another  said  fatalistically.  "The  only 
thing  about  Robertson  that  success  hasn't 
changed,"  added  a  third,  "is  his  Oklahoma 
drawl." 

Although  Dale  and  Jackie  have  recon- 
ciled and  are  living  in  harmony,  at  least 
temporarily,  there  are  relatively  few  people 
who  now  believe  Dale's  constant  dictum: 
"I'm  in  Hollywood  for  only  one  reason.  I 
want  to  get  me  enough  money  to  buy  a 
horse  ranch.  After  that  I'm  clearin'  out." 

Observers  refuse  to  believe  that  Dale  is 
still  the  same  simple  single -purposed 
youngster  who  came  out  to  Hollywood  five 
years  ago  with  a  disdain  of  clothes,  cars, 
night-life,  and  high-powered  females. 

"Of  course  he's  changed,"  says  an  agent 
who  knew  Robertson  in  1947.  "A  few  weeks 
ago  I  saw  him  in  Ciro's  with  his  wife  and 
mother,  and  I  guess  his  uncle.  I  saw  him 
three  or  four  nights  running.  When  I  first 
knew  him  he  wouldn't  be  caught  dead  in  a 
night  club.  He  spent  his  nights  taking  a 
course  in  motion  picture  production  down 
at  the  University  of  Southern  California. 
Also  he  didn't  have  very  much  money  back 
then,  just  what  his  mother  and  aunts  sent 
from  Oklahoma.  Now,  20th  Century's  just 
picked  up  his  option.  He's  making  a  thou- 
sand bucks  a  week. 

"I  don't  care  what  anyone  says.  Its  im- 


m 

possible  for  a  youngster  to  go  from  nothin  y, 
a  week  to  a  thousand  a  week  and  still  re  | 
main  the  same.  This  kid  is  feelin'  his  oat.  0J 
He's  bought  a  new  car,  some  new  clothe:  fe 
started  living  it  up  a  little.  Nothing  wron 
about  that.  What's  wrong  is  that  peopl 
thought  Dale  was  a  hick  to  begin  with,  ^ 
country  bumpkin  who  didn't  know  th 


score. 


"That's  all  wrong.  This  kid  was  prett 
sharp  even  before  he  set  one  foot  on 
sound  stage.  Maybe  his  accent  and  h  j^ 
manner  fooled  a  lot  of  folks;  but  the 
never  fooled  me.  I'll  give  you  an  exampl 
of  how  sharp  this  kid's  been.  Several  yeai  j, 
ago  before  he  got  his  break  he  was  readin  g 
The  Reader's  Digest.  He  came  across  one 
those  articles  called  'The  Most  Unforgelj, 
table  Character  I  Ever  Met.'  Was  about  ^ 
convict  named  Jim  Duncan  who'd  institute  g 
a  lot  of  prison  reforms.  Dale  said  to  hirr 
self  that  he'd  love  to  play  the  part  of  Jn  J 
Duncan.  He  figured  that  if  he  bought  it  * 
screen  rights  to  the  article  he  might  be  ab  * 
to  sell  himself  and  the  story  as  one  pact  | 
age.  That  shows  you  how  hep  this  kid  wa 
knew  all  about  package  deals  even  the:  £ 
"Well,  he  writes  to  The  Reader's  Dige^ 
and  they  tell  him  that  the  movie  righ 
to  the  piece  have  been  sold  to  a  Canadis 
millionaire  named  Lee  Brooks.  .  You  thin 
he  gives  up?   Heck,  no.  He  traces  this  L  * 
Brooks  all  over  Canada  and  finally  di:  ' 
covers  that  the  guy  is  right  here  in  Bever  » 
Hills,  preparing  to  make  a  movie  aboi" 
Jim  Duncan. 
"Hold  on,  and  111  show  you  how  sme£ 


this  kid  is.  He  realizes  that  he's  got  to 
meet  this  Lee  Brooks,  only  he  doesn't 
know  anyone  who  knows  him.  He  finds 
out  that  Brooks  has  a  tailor  in  Beverly 
Hills  named  Arm  and  Brummel.  Every 
single  day  for  a  month,  Dale  goes  to  this 
tailor  hoping  to  run  into  Brooks.  After  a 
while  it  gets  so  embarrassing  he  has  to 
order  a  suit.  Finally  he  meets  Brooks  in 
the  tailor  shop  one  day  and  strikes  up  a 
conversation.  Know  what  Brooks  says  to 
the  kid?  'Young  fella,'  he  says,  'I'm 
making  a  motion  picture  about  a  char- 
acter named  Jim  Duncan,  -  and  I  think 
you're  right  for  the  part.'  'Me?'  says 
Dale.  'Yes,'  says  Brooks.  'I  was  thinking 
about  getting  Burt  Lancaster,  but  he's 
tied  up.  I  think  you'll  do.' 

"Not  many  people  know  it,  but  Dale 
signed  a  contract  with  Brooks  for  $450 
a  week,  only  the  guy  could  never  get  any 
frozen  funds  out  of  Canada,  and  nothing 
ever  came  of  the  whole  shebang.  But 
that'll  give  you  a  small  idea  of  what  an 
operator  Dale  is,  so  don't  you  go  believing 
all  those  stories  about  him  being  the 
yokel  whose  head  was  turned  by  success. 

"Dale  Robertson  has  always  been  as 
sharp  as  a  razor  blade,  only  in  a  nice, 
friendly,  rural,  horse-trading  way." 

That's  one  man's  opinion  about  Dale 
Robertson.  Listen  to  a  young  woman 
who  writes  personality  pieces  for  many 
of  the  movie  magazines. 

""Publicity-wise,"  she  says,  "I  think  Dale 
A  is  one  of  the  most  uncooperative 
young  actors  in  Hollywood.  I  don't  know 
if  he's  suffering  from  a  swelled  head  or 
what,  but  he  sure  has  some  wrong  ideas 
about  this  business.  I  got  the  impression 
after  interviewing  him  that  he  thought  he 
was  doing  me  a  very  great  favor. 

"When  he  was  relatively  unknown  he 
didn't  mind  sitting  for  interviews  and 
answering  questions,  but  now  he's  come 
to  the  peculiar  conclusion  that  if  the  fans 
read  too  much  about  him  they'll  become 
tired  of  him.  'I've  done  my  share  of  in- 
terviews for  the  year,'  he  told  me.  'I'm  just 
not  gonna  do  any  more.  I  went  to  New 
York  and  I  can't  tell  you  how  many  edi- 
tors I  saw.  I  saw  everyone  and  his  grand- 
mother. I've  talked  myself  out.  I  think 
you've  got  to  be  sensible  about  this  pub- 
licity. People  see  you  every  time  they 
open  a  magazine,  and  right  away  they're 
fed  up  with  you.' 

"As  a  result  of  this  sort  of  thinking, 
Robertson  is  a  very  difficult  young  actor 
to  contact.  Ask  anybody  who  works  in  the 
publicity  department  at  his  studio.  They'll 
tell  you  he's  a  wonderful  fellow,  but  just 
you  try  to  make  a  date  to  "see  him.  It's 
sasier  to  see  Eisenhower.  I  realize  that 
oeing  questioned  day  after  day  is  no  pic- 
lic,  especially  for  someone  with  Robert- 
son's laconic  temperament.  But  Dale's  a 
Dig  boy.  He  should  realize  that  it's  part  of 
he  game,  and  he  should  be  happy.  The 
ime  for  him  to  worry  is  when  we  stop 
isking  for  interviews.  Someone  should 
vise  him  up  to  the  fact  that  only  one 
hing  has  made  him  a  star,  and  let's  face 
t,  as  an  actor  he's — well — no  threat  to 
Spencer  Tracy.  He's  a  star  primarily  be- 
cause of  the  public  demand  for  his  pleas- 
ng  personality.  If  he  won't  cater  to  the 
icket-buying  public,  no  matter  how  out- 
ageous  its  demands,  they'll  drop  him  in 
avor  of  someone  else.  There's  nothing  as 
ickle  as  the  public.  A  little  thing  can 
^rn  it  sour  in  a  second. 

"Look  at  Farley  Granger.  He's  a  great 
ase  in  point.  Farley  was  scooting  along 
t  swift  pace  until  he  got  a  little  too  big 
or  his  britches  and  decided  to  cut  down 
n  his  interviews.  Here's  a  kid  who  isn't 
larried,  who's  got  plenty  of  time,  but  he 
ist  can't  be  bothered.  What  happened? 
Tie  bobby  soxers  started  to  desert  him. 


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You  don't  see  Tony  Curtis  making  it  dif- 
ficult for  magazine  writers.  He  knows 
how  much  we  helped  him.  He  admits  it 
frankly,  and  that's  why  we  give  him  and 
Janet  a  break  every  chance  we  get. 

"As  for  Dale,  he's  the  kind  of  actor 
who  draws  the  line.  He'll  go  so  far  and 
no ''farther,  wants  to  protect  his  privacy 
and  all  of  that.  Public  figures  don't  have 
any  privacy  and  the  sooner  he  learns 
that  the  better  off  he'll  be.  I  know  I 
sound  like  a  bitter,  frustrated  woman, 
but  I'm  not  really. 

"It's  just  that  I'm  so  disillusioned  in 
some  of  these  young  actors.  They  come 
to  you  for  publicity  when  they're  on 
the  way  up  and  when  they're  on  the  way 
down.  When  they're  in  between,  when 
they've  finally  reached  a  certain  level, 
when  they've  just  had  an  option  picked  up, 
they're  all  so  darn  busy  you'd  think  they 
were  running  General  Motors." 

IN  all  fairness  to  Robertson,  it  must  be 
said  that  he  has  sat  for  more  interviews 
and  portraits  in  the  past  year  than  any 
other  star  on  the  20th  Century  lot  with 
the  possible  exception  of  Marilyn  Mon- 
roe. He  has  made  a  dozen  pictures  in 
the  past  two  years  with  practically  no 
time  off.  He  has  participated  in  scads  of 
benefits  and  charity  functions.  He  has 
made  shorts  for  the  Red  Feather  com- 
munity chest  drives,  organized  ball 
games  for  charity,  driven  thousands  of 
miles  to  exploit  studio  product.  He  has 
never  turned  down  a  script,  argued  with 
a  director,  or  fought  with  the  front  office. 

It  so  happens  that  at  this  moment  he 
feels  strongly  that  the  press  hasn't  treated 
him  too  kindly,  and  in  a  way  he's  right. 

"I  got  along  with  every  single  re- 
porter," he  says.  "In  every  interview  I 
did  my  level  best.  I  posed  for  pictures, 
answered  all  their  questions,  cooperated 
in  every  way.  Okay?  What  happened?  A 
-eporter  calls  up  John  Carroll  one  after- 
noon and  finds  out  I'm  staying  there.  He 
asks  me  what  I'm  doin'  there,  an'  like  a 
fool  I  tell  him  the  truth.  I  tell  him  Jackie 
and  I,  we've  had  a  quarrel.  Next  day  it's 
blasted  all  over  the  papers.  Next  thing  you 
know  everyone's  writin'  that  I've  become 
big-headed,  too  good  for  my  wife,  all  of 
that  junk. 

"Nobody  writes  that  all  married  couples 
quarrel,  that  we'll  probably  be  back  to- 
gether in  a  few  days.  Right  away  it's  a 
big  thing,  and  I'm  the  heavy.  I  was 
slaughtered.  A  few  days  later  everything's 
okay.  Jackie  and  I  are  back  together, 
but  by  then  the  damage  was  done.  I 
haven't  changed.  I'm  workin'  harder  and 
earnin'  more  money,  but  this  nonsense 
about  my  head  gettin'  bigger — well,  that's 
what  it  is — nonsense.  I've  just  had  a  few 
lucky  breaks,  and  I  know  it." 

Dale  always  had  plenty  of  confidence. 
He  was  always  certain  that  he  could 
make  a  go  of  it  in  Hollywood,  that  one 
day  he  would  become'  a  full-fledged 
screen  star.  He  was  convinced  from  the 
very  outset  that  "anyone  can  become  a 
movie  actor.  It  just  takes  effort."  In  his 
own  success  he's  proven  that  point. 

Dale  never  went  to  a  drama  school, 
never  had  any  training  in  dramatics.  He 
made  the  jump  to  Hollywood  right  from 
the  Army. 

When  he  succeeded  in  reaching  the  big 
time,  he  refused  at  first  to  alter  his  scale 
of  living.  He  hired  no  press  agent,  moved 
into  no  large  hotel,  ran  up  no  large  cloth- 
ing accounts,  purchased  no  Cadillac  con- 
vertible, organized  no  Santa  Monica  co-ed 
cult.  Instead  he  continued  to  live  in  his 
G.I.  house  in  Reseda  (where  he  pays 
less  than  $60  a  month  rent  and  utilities 
included),  stay  out  of  night  clubs,  adhere 
to  a  strict  regimen  of  work  and  more 
work.  Whereupon  people  began  to  say, 
(P    "Isn't  Dale  wonderful.  Here's  a  simple  guy 


from  an  Oklahoma  farm  with  the  hayseed 
still  in  his  hair.  He  doesn't  chase  around 
after  girls.  He  doesn't  play  the  Peter 
Lawford  circuit.  He  isn't  a  clothes  horse. 
He  hasn't  changed  one  bit.  Just  wants  to 
earn  enough  money  to  get  back  to  the 
land.  What  a  refreshing  contrast!" 

In  short,  Dale  Robertson  was  assessed 
as  a  simple,  honest,  uncomplicated,  rugged 
American — a  young  Gary  Cooper  from  the 
backwoods,  a  chip  off  the  old  log  cabin. 

There  were  a  few  things  wrong  with 
that  evaluation.  First-off,  Dale  was  never 
as  a  simple,  honest,  uncomplicated,  rugged 
who  didn't  know  him  made  out.  Second, 
he  wasn't  a  farm-boy  at  all.  He  was 
raised  in  Oklahoma  City  where  he'd 
attended  the  Eugene  Field  Grade  School, 
Roosevelt  Junior  High,  and  Classes  High. 
He'd  also  been  graduated  from  Okla- 
homa Military  College  at  Claremore. 
Thirdly,  insofar  as  women  were  con- 
cerned, he'd  been  unsuccessfully  mar- 
ried at  an  early  age.  a  divorce  had  fol- 
lowed; and  he  wasn't  too  anxious  to  try 
marriage  again.  Fourthly,  his  mother  and 
two  maiden  aunts  were  staking  him  in 
Hollywood,  sending  him  checks  of  $250- 
$350  each  month,  and  his  conservative 
expenditures  were  more  of  a  necessity 
under  the  circumstances  than  his  own 
personal  predeliction. 

In  short,  the  movie  colony  was  com- 
pletely wrong  about  Dale  by  the  time  he 
achieved    success.   Now,   when   you  are 


Tom  Jenk  defines  Hollywood  as  a 
place  where  when  the  false  tinsel 
is  removed,  you'll  find  the  real  tin- 
sel. 

Sidney  Skolsky  in 
Hollywood  Is  My  Beat 


wrong  in  this  plaster  Athens,  when  you 
have  judged  incorrectly,  you  assuage 
your  misjudgment  by  one  of  two  meth- 
ods: you  either  perpetuate  the  legend 
you've  created  as  in  the  fiction  of  Gary 
Cooper  (he's  supposed  to  be  a'  shy,  dif- 
fident, bumbling,  trusting  rural  back- 
woodsman, where  in  reality  he  is  a 
shrewd,  razor-sharp  socialite)  or  you  say, 
"My!  But  that  Dale  Robertson  has  gone 
Hollywood."  The  implication  being  that 
he  has  changed  far  beyond  your  original 
and  incorrect  evaluation. 

As  Dale  himself  realizes,  this  "going 
Hollywood"  accusation  began  as  a  result 
of  his  temporary  separation  from  his 
wife.  Dale  and  Jackie  were  married  after 
a  courtship  which  lasted  less  than  a 
month.  They  met  at  a  party  given  by 
Andre  Hakim,  a  studio  producer,  and  a 
few  dates  later,  on  May  19th,  1951  they 
were  married. 

Whenever  an  engagement  is  consum- 
mated in  marriage  that  quickly,  the  man 
and  wife  have  to  spend  a  good  deal  of 
time  in  getting  to  know  each  other.  Un- 
fortunately, Dale  was  hard  at  work,  there 
was  no  time  for  a  honeymoon,  not  even 
too  much  time  to  get  really  acquainted, 
and  yet  these .  two  were  married  and 
living  under  the  same  roof. 

Had  Jackie  gone  with  Dale,  say  for  a 
year  before  they  were  married,  she  might 
have  learned  many  revealing  aspects  of 
his  background  and  character.  For  ex- 
ample, Dale  is  the  child  of  divorced 
parents.  He  was  raised  by  his  mother 
and  two  aunts.  One  boy  raised  by  three 
women  is  almost  certain  to  be  a  little 
overdemanding,  a  little  hard  on  his  wife. 

Jackie  might  also  have,  learned  that 
most  of  Dale's  youth  was  devoted  to 
athletics.  As  he  himself  says,  "I've  been 
athletic  all  my  life.  Sports  are  important 
to  me." 

When  a  husband  works  six  days  a  week 
as  Dale  does,  his  wife  naturally  expects 


him  to  spend  the  seventh  day  at  home.  This 
is  a  normal  expectation,  only  Jackie  dis- 
covered after  her  marriage,  that  it  was 
rarely  fulfilled.  Dale  believes  strongly 
that  so  long  as  he  spends  six  nights  a 
week  at  home,  it's  okay  to  devote  Sun- 
days to  sports,  with .  or  without  his  mate. 

He  is  also  on  record  as  saying  that, 
"every  husband  should  have  one  week- 
end off  a  month  to  go  fishing  or  hunting." 

Jackie  Robertson  has  never  complained 
about  her  marriage  to  Dale.  But  people 
who  became  aware  of  his  great  interest 
in  athletics,  his  insistence  upon  devoting 
some  time  to  himself  started  the  rumor 
that  Dale  had  gone  Hollywood,  that  his 
poor  little  wife  had  become  a  golf  widow, 
a  baseball  widow,  a  soft  ball  widow. 

The  basic  truth,  and  Jackie  has  found 
it  out,  is  that  a  man  like  Dale  must  be 
accepted  on  his  own  terms,  that  the  es- 
sential fabric  of  his  ways  was  already 
woven  at  the  time  of  his  marriage,  that 
any  attempt  to  change  him  must  end  in 
certain  marital  disaster,  for  Dale  is  one 
of  those  free  souls  who  all  his  life  has 
wanted  to  grow  up  to  be  the  strong, 
silent  man  of  the  West,  and  now  that  he 
is  in  a  position  to  actuate  what  was 
originally  a  dormant  sublimation  in  his 
adolescence,  there  is  no  stopping  him. 
He  will  buy  his  horses,  train  his  dogs,  go 
off  on  hunting  trips,  shoot  his  golf,  hit 
his  baseballs,  and  lead  the  healthy  out- 
door life.  His  spare  time  to  him  is  his 
own  and  rarest  possession. 

Luckily  for  Jackie,  she  now  has  a  little 
daughter,  Rochelle,  on  whom  to  dote  and 
spend  her  vast  reservoir  of  energy;  so 
that  she  no  longer  misses  Dale  so  acutely, 
and  the  chances  of  a  marital  rupture 
over  the  question  of  time  proportionment 
have  become  progressively  slimmer. 

Jackie,  although  she  is  only  20,  is  also 
realizing  what  her  husband  belatedly  has 
come  to  accept — that  the  price  of  screen 
fame  is  responsibility,  not  only  to  the 
studio  but  to  the  public  as  well. 

Dale  Robertson's  contract  has  another 
four  years  to  run  at  which  time  he 
should  be  earning  $5,000  a  week.  He  has 
a  business  manager,  Morgan  Maree,  who 
keeps  him  on  a  strict  allowance  of  less 
than  $20  a  week  spending  money,  but 
Dale  still  buys  horses  and  has  the  bills 
sent  to  Morgan.  He  still  insists  that  when 
his  contract  is  finished,  he'll  retire  to  a 
horse  ranch  in  Oklahoma.  But  somehow 
no  one  in  Hollywood  takes  him  seriously 
any  more. 

The  armor  of  his  ^insusceptibility  to 
temptation  has  been  pierced.  He  has  not 
gone  Hollywood  in  the  sense  that  he  has 
forgotten  old  friends,  become  a  yes-man 
or  a  play-boy,  or  started  to  cultivate  the 
social  game.  There  is  not  a  snobbish  bone 
in  his  whole  body;  he  is  still  as  honest, 
forthright,  and  outspoken  as  they  come; 
and  he  still  detests  people  who  attempt 
to  climb  the  social  ladder  he  by  lie. 

Perhaps  that's  why  his  attitude  is  so 
frequently  misunderstood.  He  himself  is 
too  honest  to  pretend  he  doesn't  like 
fame,  adoration,  and  the  admiration  of 
the  world.  He  won't  play  down  his  belief 
in  his  talent,  or  check-rein  his  imagina- 
tion. He  won't  feign  indifference  to  his 
handsome  salary,  and  the  comforts,  re- 
spect and  power  it  can  buy. 

Dale's  got  it  good,  and  he  knows  it. 
Maybe  he  shows  it  too  much — and  is  fair 
game  for  the  sharpshooters  of  Holly-] 
wood.  Remember,  though,  it  was  only 
two  years  ago  that  Dale  Robertson  was 
jet-propelled  into  stardom.  It  takes  time 
to  regain  one's  balance  after  such  a  sky- 
rocketing experience.  And  many  a  kic 
who's  got  his  growth  too  fast,  has  eventu- 
ally grown  UP  to  his  hands  and  feet,  hai 
filled  out  his  shoulders,  and  in  time  face; 
the  world  a  full-fledged  man.  ENt 


Scientific  proof!  Using  precise 
Tracer  Method  technique  ( above ) , 
tests  prove  New  Fresh  superior  in 
keeping  underarms  dry. 


Trigere  designed  her  gown 
of  Alencon  lace  over  silk  taffeta. 
Her  deodorant,  Fresh,  designed 
for  gentler,  surer  protection. 


&yiS<dter*iaj£  Step  fbtwoAoL 


gentle  NEW  FRESH  will  give  you  up  to  180%  more  underarm  protection 
than  other  leading  cream  deodorants.  Proved  by  university  scientists'. 


Now  the  greatest  improvement  in  deodorants 
in  years  is  in  New  Fresh.  By  a  skillful  change 
in  formula,  New  Fresh  is  now  up  to  180% 
more  effective  than  other  leading  cream  de- 
odorants! It  outperforms  all  the  others  in 
keeping  underarms  dry.  It  stops  odor  com- 
pletely! Yet  it  is  still  as  creamy  soft,  as  extra- 
gentle  to  skin  as  ever! 


Superior  new  formula!  Tracer  Method  Tests 
made  in  a  famous  university  laboratory  prove 
that  the  gentle  new  moisture-control  formula 
in  New  Fresh  is  far  superior  in  astringent 
action  to  otber  leading  cream  deodorants! 
And  it's  the  astringent  action  in  deodorants 
that  keeps  underarms  dry  .  .  .  actually  keeps 
you  and  your  clothes  safer! 


hk^Thesk  keeps  t^ou.  love&j  -k>  Love  A&udaAyt.. • 


Sure,  yet  gentle!  Stops  odor 
instantly,  keeps  underarms 
dry.  Safe  for  fabrics.  Use 

daily.        Fresh  is  also  manufactured 
and  distributed  in  Canada. 


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older  wives— young  husbands 


(Continued  from  page  31)  to  give  her  boy 
a  chance  to  prove  it.  Moreover  when  she 
starred  at  Metro  in  My  Man  And  I,  she 
saw  to  it  that  Vittorio  met  the  right  peo- 
ple, only  those  who  might  do  him  the  most 
good.  In  this  case,  too,  her  industry  re- 
sulted in  a  contract  for  her  sweetheart. 
Vittorio,  as  you  all  know,  married  Shel- 
ley. Will  Ginger  Rogers  marry  her 
Jacques,  a  man  young  enough  to  be  her 
son?  Certainly,  the  Frenchman  .is  willing, 
but  Ginger  has  some  doubts.  Her  in- 
timates in  Hollywood  have  even  more. 
Their  attitude  is  negative  on  two  counts: 
first  that  the  marriage  will  never  come 
off;  secondly  that  if  the  wedding  does 
take  place  a  divorce  will  soon  follow. 

She  went  through  very  much  this  same 
routine  during  World  War  H  when  after 
six  dates,  she  married  Bonita  Granville's 
former  boyfriend,  Jack  Briggs.  An  RKO 
actor  stationed  with  the  Marines  in  San 
Diego,  Briggs  was  24  at  the  time  Ginger 
decided  she  simply  must  have  this  hand- 
some hunk  of  masculinity  in  marriage. 
She  was  almost  ten  years  older  than  Jack, 
and  many  friends  warned  against  the 
marriage,  pointing  out  that  once  the  phys- 
ical passion  subsided,  these  two  might 
prove  incompatible.  But  Ginger  wouldn't 
listen.  She  and  Jack  were  married  in 
January,  1943.  It  lasted  six  years. 

Briggs,  who  is  6  feet  1,  weighs  190  lbs., 
has  dark  brown  hair,  brown  eyes^Ginger 
goes  in  for  the  tall,  dark,  and  handsome 
type — had  little  luck  in  his  screen  career 
once  the  war  was  over.  He  acted  in  My 
Forbidden  Past  with  Ava  Gardner  and 
Robert  Mitchum  and  was  then  released. 

Despite  Ginger's  influence  few  other 
jobs  were  offered  to  him,  and  the  mar- 
riage began  coming  apart  at  the  seams. 
Following  the  divorce,  Ginger  started  to 
date  Greg  B,autzer  who  knows  how  to 
avoid  marriage  as  a  fox  avoids  the  hounds. 

Today  Jack  Briggs  lives  in  San  Diego, 
works  in  radio  and  TV,  and  hasn't  the 
slightest  desire  of  returning  to  Hollywood 
or  marrying  an  actress  ten  years  his  sen- 
ior, no  matter  how  great  her  wealth  or  in- 
fluence. With  Jacques  de  Bergerac,  how- 
ever, it's  another  story.  The  French  have 
different  ideas  about  wealth,  marriage, 
influence,  and  the  role  of  a  woman. 

,  How  long  such  a  marriage  would  sur- 
vive few  persons  care  to  predict.  When 
there  is  a  differential  in  age  of  at  least  15 
years,  the  chances  don't  seem  too  good. 
Greer  Garson  is  qualified  to  testify  on 
that  point.  During  the  war  she  married 
Richard  Ney  who  played  her  son  in  Mrs. 
Miniver.  She  was  at  least  15  years  older 
than  Ney  at  the  time,  but  she  was  very 
much  in  love  with  him.  He  was  in  the 
Navy;  there  was  her  great  fear  that  she 
might  lose  him  forever;  so  the  only  re- 
course, she  felt,  was  immediate  marriage. 

When  an  actress  who  has  arrived  mar- 
ries a  young  actor  who  hasn't,  when 
the  actress  is  in  effect  the  family  bread- 
winner and  her  husband  the  consort,  such 
marriages  have  no  staying  power.  The 
young  husband  resents  the  old  wife  for 
her  success,  for  the  loss  of  his  own  self- 
respect,  and  whatever  love  or  mutual  ad- 
miration there  was  in  the  beginning  makes 
a  quick  exit. 

Greer  Garson  was  smart  enough  to  see 
the  folly  of  her  marital  ways;  and  for  her 
third  try  she  made  it  a  point  to  take  as  a 
husband  a  successful  rancher  millionaire 
who  is  older  than  she  is,  Buddy  Fogelson. 
Greer  is  officially  listed  as  being  44.  Fo- 
gelson is  in  his  50's. 

One  of  the  reasons  "Joan  Crawford,  who 
is  also  44,  is  chary  about  another  mar- 


riage— it  would  be  her  fourth — is  that 
there  are  few  eligible  men  around  Holly- 
wood in  the  45  to  55  age-bracket.  Joan's 
third  husband,  Phil  Terry,  was  three  years 
younger  than  Joan  and  another  case  in 
point  where  the  younger  husband  lacked 
the  older  wife's  drive,  ambition,  and  posi- 
tive sense  of  achievement.  When  Joan- 
married  Phil  he  was  a  young  actor  trying 
to  climb  the  rungs  of  the  success  ladder. 
A  competent  actor,  he  did  extremely  well 
opposite  Ray  Milland  in  The  Lost  Week- 
end, but  after  that,  he  found  good  parts 
progressively  scarce. 

Joan  used  her  contacts  in  an  effort  to 
get  him  work,  but  Terry  simply  didn't 
have  what  it  takes.  Crawford,  who  is 
self-reliant,  independent,  and  basically 
domineering,  the  result  of  her  self-made 
'success,  is  not  a  particularly  easy  woman 
to  live  with. 

Terry  felt  it  was  unmanly  to  play  sec- 
ond fiddle  in  the  lavish  Crawford  house- 
hold. There  was  only  one  answer,  divorce. 

Ann  Sothern  and  Robert  Sterling  found 
the  same  answer  to  their  marital  dilemma. 
Ann  is  42.  Sterling  is  around  37.  In  1944 
when  they  got  married,  Ann  felt  strongly 
that  the  age  differential  would  make  ab- 
solutely no  difference  in  the  success  or 
failure  of  their  marriage.  The  same  old 
pattern  went  into  effect.  Ann  was  an  es- 
tablished success.  Her  husband  was  not. 
She  earned  five  times  as  much  money  as 
he  did.  Sterling  tried  to  get  a  big  break. 
No  luck.  When  they  went  to  previews, 
the  fans  recognized  Ann,  identified  him 
as  only  her  husband.  Such  slights  hurt  a 
man's  vanity.  He  hates  to  be  less  suc- 
cessful than  his  wife.  Such  a  set-up  is 
essentially  antagonistic  to  the  male  ego. 
Two  years  ago  Sothern  and  Sterling  called 
it  quits. 

A Hollywood  society  matron  who  has 
been  in  the  movie  colony  since  Cecil 
B.  DeMille  first  arrived  almost  40  years 
ago,  told  me  recently  that  there  has  never 
been  a  successful  marriage  between  an 
established  screen  actress  who  was  older 
than  her  unestablished  husband. 

"Let  Ginger  Rogers  marry  this  de  Ber- 
gerac fellow,"  the  matron  said,  "it  won't 
last  very  long,  Unfortunately,  I  feel  the 
same  way  about'  Jane  Wyman's  marriage 
to  Fred  Karger.  I  know  Freddie  fairly 
well.  That  is,  I've  seen  him  around  va- 
rious functions  leading  his  little  orchestra 
from  time  to  time.  I  think  he's  a  year  or 
two  younger  than  Jane,  although  I  may 
be  wrong.  Compared  to  her  he's  relatively 
unknown.  Here  we  have  an  actress  at  the 


Absent  Minded  Rex 

Rex  Harrison  plays  tennis  on  a 
court  that  belongs  to  his  friend  Doug- 
las Fairbanks,  Jr.  Occasionally  his 
wife  is  confronted  by  a  bewildered 
husband  who  remarks  that  he  seems 
to  have  lost  a  lot  of  trousers  some- 
where. She  knows  just  where  to 
look  for  them.  Sighing,  she  drives 
to  the  Fairbanks  home.  After  ten- 
nis, Rex,  Doug,  Jr.,  and  their  ath- 
letically inclined  friends  retire  to  a 
steam  bath  Fairbanks  has  built  near 
his  court,  and  when  Harrison  finishes 
parboiling  himself,  he  is  likely  to 
climb  absent-mindedly  into  a  pair  of 
flannels  belonging  to  Fairbanks.  His 
wife  has  fetched  home  whole  arm- 
loads of  his  trousers,  as  well  as  shirts 
and  sweaters. 

Pete  Martin — "Hollywood 
Without  Makeup" 


peak  of  her  powers  marrying  a  kind  but 
average  musician.  The  discrepancy  in 
accomplishment  is  too  great.  Why  Jane 
married  Freddie  so  quickly  I  don't  know. 
I've  been  told  that  it's  a  question  of  re- 
bound from  the  Bautzer  affair.  Maybe  it 
is  and  maybe  it  isn't,  but  I  just  don't  think 
it  is  the  last  marriage  for  either  of  them. 

"I  have  never  seen  marriages  in  Holly- 
wood where  the  woman  is  a  good  deal 
older  than  the  man.  Take  Norma  Shearer 
as  an  example.  She  claims  she  was  38 
when  her  husband,  Marty  Arrouge,  was 
29.  I  happen  to  know  that  Norma  was 
born  in  Canada  in  1904.  This  makes  her 
48  years  old.  Actually,  she  looks  less  than 
40.  I  believe  she  looks  so  well  because 
she  has  a  young  husband.  Marty  was  a 
ski  instructor  when  she  married  him  He 
had  no  acting  aspirations  whatever.  He 
was  content  to  marry  Norma  and  share 
her  rnillions.  They  travel  all  over  the 
world  together.  They  are  very  simpatico. 
I  know  nothing  about  their  money  ar- 
rangements, but  there  is  no  career  rivalry 
to  bedevil  their  relationship. 

"That's  where  these  older  actresses 
make  a  big  mistake.  They  marry  young 
actors  who  want  to  reach  the  heights. 
They  believe  that  these  young  men  are 
more  tractable  than  husbands  of  then- 
own  age  or  older.  They  feel  that  they  can 
use  these  young  boys.  On  the  other  hand 
the  young  boys  feel  they  can  use  the  older 
actress.  There  is  no  love  in  such  a  match, 
only  utility. 

"If  women  like  Ginger  Rogers  and  Joan 
Crawford  and  Ann  Sothern  and  others  of 
that  group  want  to  preserve  the  illusion 
of  youth  by  marrying  young  men,  they 
should  choose  men  who  have  no  show 
business  aspirations  or  who  are  finished 
with  such  aspirations. 

"Look  at  Buddy  Rogers  and  Mary  Pick- 
ford.  Mary  must  be  60.  Buddy  is  ap- 
proaching 50.  Why  do  these  two  get  on 
so  famously?  There  is  no  career  rivalry. 
These  two  have  had  their  share  of  fame. 
Mary  looks  wonderful  because  Buddy's 
youth  stimulates  her.  She  can't  afford  to 
get  fat  and  frowzy. 

"Rosalind  Russell  is  older  than  her  hus- 
band Freddie  Brisson.  But  Freddie  isn't 
any  actor.  He  doesn't  mind  walking  in 
the  shadow  of  Rosalind's  limelight.  He 
acts  as  her  producer,  her  general  man- 
ager. She  has  the  talent,  and  he  oversees 
\t.  He  doesn't  mind  occupying  a  subsid- 
iary role  in  the  setup.  Most  men  do. 
They  will  put  up  with  it  only  as  long  as 
they  have  to.  Certainly  that  was  true 
of  Clark  Gable  and  his  first  two  wives. 
He  married  Josephine  Dillon,  the  drama 
coach,  when  he  was  down  on  his  luck. 
When  things  picked  up  he  went  over  to 
Ria  Langham.  Ria  occupied  a  position  of 
prominence  in  Houston.  It  didn't  matter 
to  Clark  that  these  women  were  older, 
much  older  than  he  was.  As  soon  as  suc- 
cess came  his  way,  he  pulled  out  of  these 
marriages-.  Of  course,  Ria  made  him  "pay 
plenty.  After  all  she'd  given  up  ah  awful 
lot  to  become  his  wife;  but  when  an  older 
woman  who  has  only  money  marries  an 
ambitious  young  man  who  hasn't  any,  she 
must  expect  to  be  discarded  when  his  ship 
comes  in."- 

Tn  Hollywood  there  have  occasionally 
been  great  passion-ridden,  tempestuous 
love  affairs  in  which  the  love  element  was 
so  overpowering,  so  pervasive,  so  dom- 
inant that  the  relative  ages  of  the  partners 
were  scarcely  given  a  second  thought  at 
the  time  of  marriage. 

There  have  been  four  such  affairs:  Rob- 
ert Taylor  and  Barbara  Stanwyck,  Alan 
Ladd  and  Sue  Carol,  Jerry  Lewis  and 
Patti  Palmer,  Lucille  Ball  and  Desi  Arnaz. 

Barbara  is  five  years  older  than  Taylor, 
Sue  is  two  years  older  than  Allan,  Patti 


Tn  some  cases  this  is  a  good  thing.  Take 
^  the  Lucille  Ball-Desi  Arnaz  marriage, 
■'veryone  predicted  that  this  one  would 
ast  a  fast  90  days.  Not  only  was  Lucille 
ix  years'  older  than  her  Latin  lover,  she 
vas  eminently  successful,  and  he  was 
iot,  at  least  in  motion  pictures.  In  order 
o  make  a  living,  Desi  had  to  be  out  on 
ie  road  most  of  the  time.  Conscious  of 
ir  age,  Lucille  used  to  imagine  what 
ost  wives  imagine  when  their  husbands 
■e  on  the  road.  It  wasn't  long  before 
esi  and  Lucille  separated.   It  was  then 


is  two  years  older  than  Jerry,  and  Lucille 
is  six  years  older  than  Desi;  and  in  three 
of  these  four  marriages,  it  is  the  wife's  age 
-advantage  which  has  given  the  marriage 
a  degree  of  stability,  security,  arid  un- 
derstanding which  otherwise  might  be 
lacking. 

The  one  exception  to  this  statement 
is  the  Barbara  Stanwyck-Robert  Taylor 
marriage.  I  believe  the  failure  of  that 
marriage  may  be  attributed  directly  to  - 
the  age  differential.  Taylor  was  in  his  | 
20's  when  he  began  going  steadily  with 
Barbara.  At  the  time  she  was  still  mar- 
ried although  separated  from  her  first 
husband,  Frank  Fay.  Her  life  with  Fay, 
she  later  testified  in  court,  had  been  ex- 
tremely miserable.  She  had  tried  to  pre- 
vent him  from  seeing  their  adopted  son, 
Dion.  She  had  accused  him  of  boozing  it 
up  and  manhandling  her  from  time  to 
time,  and  the  only  ray  of  light  in  her 
existence  had  been  with  Taylor. 


YY/  hen  her  divorce  from  Fay  was  granted, 
"  Barbara  rode  off  with  young  Taylor 
and  was  married.  It  was  an  ideal  love 
match.  No  one  said  anything  about  Bar- 
bara's age,  but  the  truth  of  the  matter  was 
that  Taylor  had  never  had  his  fling  He 
was  too  young,  too  inexperienced  for 
Barbara. 

After  the  war  and  still  a  young  man,  he 
became  an"  aviation  enthusiast.  Barbara 
refused  to  go  flying  with  him.  She  pre- 
ferred to  remain  in  Hollywood  and  work. 
Although  she  has  looked  and  continues 
to  look  much  younger  than  her  age,  she 
adopted  the  philosophy  of  a  middle-aged 
woman,  the  stay-at-home  behavior  pat- 
tern which  Taylor  rebelled  against. 

Each  time  the  opportunity  presented  it- 
self for  him  to  make  a  film  overseas  he 
grabbed  at  it  He's  made  more  films 
abroad  for  MGM  than  practically  any 
other  actor  on  the  lot.  While  Taylor  was 
in  Rome,  starring  in  Quo  Va&is,  I  began 
hearing  many  stories  about  him  and  the 
Italian  actress,  Lia  de  Leo,  who  is  current- 
ly threatening  to  sue  Taylor  for  breach 
of  promise.  Barbara  Stanwyck  heard  the 
same  rumors.  By  then  it  was  too  late. 
Taylor  had  decided  to  have  his  fling  be- 
fore he  grew  too  old,  a  fling  denied  him 
in  his  youth.  He  asked  Barbara  for  his 
freedom,  and  being  the  kind  of  generous,, 
understanding  woman  she  is,  she  granted 
it  readily.  Taylor  gave  up  his  rights  to 
their  $100,000  home  which  she  quickly 
sold,  and  promised  her  15%  of  his  gross 
earnings  until  her  death  or  remarriage. 
He  then  began  playing  the  field  which  is 
what  he  is  currently  doing  with  Ursula 
Thiess,  Pat  Tiernan,  Yvonne  de  Carlo, 
Ludmilla  Tcherina,  Jean  MacDonald,  and 
whatever  female  talent  comes  into  his 
sen. 

Had  Bob  Taylor  played  the  field  extens- 
vely  before  his  marriage  to  Stanwyck, 
lad  he  dated  dozens  of  girls  instead  of 
loncentrating  on  Barbara  and  his  work, 
he  chances  are  that  he  would  never  have 
lad  the  desire  for  a  freedom  he  now  finds 
angularly  unrewarding.  In  Barbara  Stan- 
wyck he  married  a  woman  whose  rate  of 
irowth  because  of  the  age  factor  was 
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that  Lucille's  maturity  came  into  play. 

"I  knew,"  she  has  since  confessed,  "that 
if  we  both  stopped  being  trigger-tempered 
and  really  worked  at  the  marriage,  we 
could  make  a  go  of  it."  Had  Lucille  been 
as  young  and  impetuous  as  Desi,  the  mar- 
riage would  have  been  ended  right  then 
and  there.  Instead,  Lucille  suggested  that 
they  try  it  again.  Both  soft-pedaled  their 
tempers  and  then  two  years  ago,  rather 
than  have  their  separate  careers  keep 
them  apart,  decided  to  pool  what  money 
they  had  on  a  series  of  TV  films  to  be 
entitled  I  LOVE  LUCY. 

Many  friends  in  show  business  told 
Lucille  that  she  had  rocks  in  her  head, 
that  she  might  be  saving  her  marriage, 
but  would  be  ruining  her  bank  account. 
Lucille  paid  no  heed.  She  and  Desi  went 
ahead  with  their  plans.  "We  decided," 
she  says,  "that  instead  of  divorce  lawyers 
profiting  from  our  mistakes,  we'd  profit 
from  them."  And  they  have,  too.  Lucy 
has  coined  money  and  brought  new  sta- 
bility to  the  Arnaz  household,  and  this 
newly  secure  union  has  been  blessed  with 
one  child,  and  another  is  on  the  way. 

Patti  Palmer,  Jerry  Lewis'  wife,  is  an- 
other girl  who  has  used  her  edge  in  years 
in  an  attempt  to  stabilize  her  husband,  an 
almost  impossible  task  with  Lewis.  Jerry, 
for  example,  never  would  go  to  bed  un- 
less he  had  a  loaded  revolver  under  his 
pillow.  This  was  an  offshoot  of  the  inse- 
curity and  loneliness  he  felt  as  an  ado- 
lescent when  his  parents,  vaudevillians, 
would  leave  him  alone  at  night  while  they 
entertained  in  neighborhood  clubs  for  a 
few  dollars.  One  afternoon  when  he  was 
in  his  teens,  Jerry  walked  into  a  pawn 
shop  in  New  Jersey  and  bought  a  re- 
volver. He  slept  with  it  each  night  be- 
cause it  made  him  feel  secure.  It  was 
only  a  few  weeks  ago  that  Patti  convinced 
him  to  give  it  up. 

As  a  matter  of  fact  as  recently  as  a  year 
ago,  Jerry  was  afraid  of  entering  any 
of  the  well-known  restaurants  in  Holly- 
wood unless  he  knew  someone  inside.  He 
refused  to  attend  parties  unless  his  side- 
kicks went  along.  He  was  fearful  of  any 
sort  of  social  life  not  in  line  with  his 
Borscht  Circuit  upbringing.  Patti  has 
changed  all  that  without  nullifying  his 
wild,  slapstick  spontaneity.  She  knows 
very  well  how  to  act  as  a  straight  man 
for  his  various  routines. 

A  few  evenings  before  they  left  for  the 
Texas  State  Fair  last  October,  Jerry  and 
Patti  were  strolling  along  Wilshire  Boule- 
vard in  Los  Angeles.  Suddenly,  as  they 
approached  a  crowded  intersection,  the 
26-year-old  Lewis  turned  on  his  attract- 
ive little  wife. 

"Now  you  get  away  from  me,"  he 
screamed.  "I  don't  care  how  much  you're 
asking.  The  answer  is  no." 

"Please,  Jerry,"  Patti  protested,  play- 
ing it  straight.  "People  are  looking." 

"How  dare  you  attack  me?"  Lewis  de- 
manded. "Get  away  from  me  before  I  call 
the  police." 

Pedestrians  began  gathering  around  the 
couple.  "You  should  be  ashamed  of  your- 
self," Jerry  shouted,  wagging  his  index 
finger  at  Patti's  poodle  cut.  "A  nice 
clean-living  boy  like  me."  He  crossed  his 
eyes  and  stuck  out  his  tongue.  Then  in- 
dignantly he  whirled  upon  the  crowd. 
"Come  on,  now,"  he  bellowed,  brandish- 
ing an  imaginary  nightstick.  "Beat  it. 
Break  it  up.  This  dame  stole  my  watch. 
I'll  run  her  in."  And  with  that  he  grabbed 
Patti  under  the  arm  and  hustled  her  down 
the  street  as  the  crowd  roared. 

If  Patti  were  younger  than  Jerry — they 
were  married  when  he  was  18 — she  would 
certainly  be  incapable  of  handling  this 
mercurial,  talented,  zany  neurotic. 
She  is  as  perfect  for  him  as  Sue  Carol 


is  for  Alan  Ladd,  and  these  two  are  the 
last  word  in  perfect  mating.  When  Sue 
first  met  Alan  she  told  him  quickly  that 
she  was  two  years  older  than  he  was. 
She'd  been  married  twice  before.  She'd 
had  a  successful  motion  picture  career,  a 
child  by  a  previous  marriage,  and  she  was 
running  a  talent  agency  because  she  knew 
the  motion  picture  business  from  A  to  Z. 

Ladd  at  the  time  was  a  monumental 
failure,  but  he  had  enough  common  sense 
to  put  both  his  head  and  his  heart,  fig- 
uratively speaking,  in  Sue's  capable  hands. 
She  really  went  to  work  for  her  man.  She 
started  him  in  at  Paramount  on  This  Gun 
For  Hire  at  $150  a  week.  That  was  in 
1942.  A  few  weeks  later  she  married  him, 
loving  the  frightened  young  man  from 
Arkansas,  mothering  him,  protecting  him, 
guiding  his  career,  watching  over  his 
money,  educating  him  to  the  ways  of  the 
big  time. 

Today,  some  ten  years  later,  Alan  Ladd 
receives  $100,000  and  up  per  picture,  plus 
a  share  of  the  profits.  He  owns  the  Alsu- 
lana  Ranch,  25  acres  worth  $150,000,  a 
Holmby  Hills  mansion  worth  another 
$200,000,  and  what  is  best,  doesn't  have  to 
bother  about  taxes,  contracts,  details,  or 
expenses.  Sue  sees  to  everything. 

If  Alan  Ladd  were  older  than  his  wife 
he  might  resent  her  pre-emption  of  the 
ordinarily  masculine  domain  of  the  house- 
hold, but  under  the  present  setup,  he's 
only  too  happy  to  let  Sue  take  over. 

"Let's  face  it,"  he  says.  "She  knows 
more  about  finances  and  money  than  IH 
ever  know." 

It  was  Sue,  for  example,  who  saw  the 
wisdom  in  their  going  over  to  Europe  for 
a  year  and  a  half.  If  the  Ladds  remain 
abroad  18  months  they  will  have  to  pay 
no  tax  on  their  income.  In  a  year  and  a 
half  abroad,  Alan  can  earn  more  money 
and  keep  it  than  he  could  in  the  U.  S.  A. 
in  ten  years.  In  the  Ladd  setup,  Alan  is 
the  breadwinner  and  Sue  is  the  banker, 
and  each  loves  the  other  for  his  virtues. 

W hat  conclusions  may  be  reached  from 
this  study  of  Hollywood  wives  who 
are  older  than  their  husbands? 

One  almost  inescapable  conclusion  is 
that  older  actresses  should-  not  marry 
younger  actors.  Annabella  lost  Ty  Power, 
Barbara  Stanwyck  lost  Robert  Taylor, 
Joan  Crawford  lost  Phil  Terry,  Ann  Soth- 
ern  lost  Robert  Sterling,  Greer  Garson  lost 
Richard  Ney,  and  so  on  down  the  line, 
one  of  the  few  exceptions  being  Lucille 
Ball  and  Desi  Arnaz,  and  Desi  wasn't 
really  an  actor  when  Lucille  married  him 
Gary  Merrill  and  Bette  Davis  constitute 
another  exception.  But  in  this  one  it's 
really  too  early  to  tell. 

Actors,  however,  are  wise  in  pursuing 
Benjamin  Franklin's  advice,  just  so  long 
as  the  older  girls  they  marry  are  not 
actresses.  Somehow  actresses  are  not  par 
ticularly  appreciative  of  younger  hus 
bands  when  they  themselves  have  to  pay 
most  of  the  bills.  END 


PHOTO  CREDITS 

Below  you  will  find  credited  page  by 
page  the  photographs  which  appear  in 
this  issue. 

6 — J.  B.  Scott,  29 — Cronenweth  of  Columbia 
Pictures,  32 — Beerman-Parry,  33 — Beerman- 
Parry,  34,  35 — Beerman-Parry,  38,  39,  40 — 
Beerman-Parry,  41 — Herb  Ball,  43 — M.G.M., 
44,  45 — Beerman,  51 — Parry. 


7 


I  sing  for  st.  jude 


(Continued  jrom  page  41)  time  I  heard 
it. 

"God's  test  of  love  and  mercy,"  she 
replied. 

"What  do  you  get  if  you  pass?"  I  wanted 
to  know. 

"His  love  and  mercy,"  she  told  me. 

We  lived  in  a  part  of  Toledo,  Ohio,  that 
people  in  other  parts  stayed  away  from  if 
they  could.  We  were  many  families,  of 
all  religions,  who  filled  those  big,  dilapi- 
dated houses  on  the  edge  of  the  downtown 
business  district.  You  have  seen  houses 
like  this  in  your  city  probably,  cut  up 
into  small  apartments,  yet  with  rooms 
strangely  large.  In  our  dining  room  you 
could  play  basketball,  and  it  was  all 
right  to  play  basketball  because  our  folks 
could  never  afford  to  furnish  it.  Yet 
whenever  there  was  an  occasion  for  a 
holiday  or  a  feast  somehow  something 
good  would  happen  about  it.  Broke  or 
not  we  could  celebrate,  because  the 
mothers  all  saw  to  it.  For  instance  they 
would  all  exchange  dishes.  There  were 
holidays  in  which  we  ate  Polish  dishes, 
Italian  or  Irish.  There  were  high  Catholic 
Fridays  when  we  had  nothing  to  cook,  yet 
a  neighbor  would  see  to  it  that  we  got 
our  fish  .  .  .  gefulte  fish.  So  much  warmth 
we  had,  we  whom  the  rest  of  the  city 
thought  were  such  a  wretched  group,  that 
whenever  I  got  a  cold  look  from  some 
rich  kid  I  used  to  wonder  whether  it  was 
because  none  was  left  for  him  and  his 
kind. 

A  ctually  we  never  saw  the  really  rich. 

A  rich  man  to  us  was  anyone  who 
had  a  steady  job.  We  were  so  poor  that 
none  of  us  ever  had  the  attention  of  a 
family  doctor;  mother,  father,  eight  broth- 
ers and  a  sister,  we  got  treatment  only  in 
the  public  clinic  where  you  had  to  sit 
around  so  long  you  often  forgot  what 
ailed  you.  Clothes?  By  the  time  a  pair 
of  pants  came  down  the  line  to  me  from 
my  older  brothers  it  was  always  short  a 
very  important  part;  I  didn't  dare  turn  my 
back  to  anyone.  In  fact,  in  winter  time  I 
learned  to  face  the  wind — like  cattle  do— 
to  keep  from  getting  "keel-froze."  My 
brothers  and  I  worked  through  our  play 
ages.  In  order  to  earn  as  much  as  30  cents 
selling  newspapers,  I  had  to  take  a  chance 
of  being  mobbed  and  robbed  by  other 
kids — and  I  was  mobbed  and  robbed. 

One  of  my  favorite  memories  of  that 
period  centers  about  a  mackinaw  coat 
which  belonged  to  my  brother,  Bill.  In 
the  daytime  he  wore  it  to  work.  At  night 
he  stuffed  it  into  a  broken  window  pane 
to  keep  out  the  winter.  One  night  it  was 
so  cold  that  when  he  put  on  his  coat  in 
the  morning  the  part  that  had  been  ex- 
posed all  night  was  frozen  solid.  We  all 
laughed  because  Bill  looked  as  if  he  had 
a  hump  on  his  back  when  he  left  for  his 
job  that  morning. 

Yet,  when  there  wasn't  much  food  in 
our  house,  there  was  always  love  and 
mercy.  When  there  wasn't  enough  heat, 
there  was  love  and  mercy.  When  there 
wasn't  anything  to  support  us  in  goods  of 
the  world,  there  was  always  the  strength 
of  our  faith  which  at  first  came  to  us 
from  our  mother,  and  then,  when  we  got 
older  and  learned  for  ourselves,  direct 
from  where  she  got  it— the  church.  To 
the  church  I  have  gone  since  that  time. 
To  the  church  I  will  go  for  the  rest  of 
my  time  .  .  .  and  beyond. 

It  should  not  be  thought  that  we  kids 
were  not  often  tempted  from  the  straight 
path.  We  were  more  than  once.  Standing 
in  the  corner  grocery  store  waiting  for 
the  old  proprietor  to  cut  me  ten  cents 
worth  of  lard,  I  used  to  let  my  hands 


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stray.  They  would  pick  up  an  egg  or  two, 
cookies,  maybe  a  can  of  soup.  Then  in 
order  to  bring  these  home  I'd  have  to  lie 
to  my  mother.  I'd  say  I'd  been  junking, 
picking  up  pop  bottles  and  the  like,  and 
selling  them.  Otherwise  the  food  and  I 
would  go  flying  through  the  window. 

One  afternoon  I  was  passing  an  alley- 
way when  I  heard  my  name  called  in  a 
fierce  whisper.  I  turned  and  there  was  a 
whole  gang  of  kids  in  a  huddle.  They  were 
listening  to  a  cousin  of  mine  proposing  a 
great  idea.  All  that  he  was  putting  over 
was  a  scheme  to  clean  out  the  whole 
neighborhood   of   its  valuables. 

"We  all  know  where  our  parents,  and 
our  uncles  and  aunts  keep  their  rings  and 
their  watches  and  their  earrings  and  all 
that  stuff,"  he  pointed  out.  "We  know 
all  the  hideaways.  It'll  be  a  cinch.  We'll 
cop  it  all,  sell  it,  and  be  rich!" 

Caught  by  the  excitement  of  the  plan- 
ning and  stirred  by  the  daring  deeds  in- 
volved I  agreed  to  get  in  on  "The  Big 
Haul."  Everybody  knew  I  was  a  favorite 
of  my  Uncle  Tony,  who  ran  a  coffee  house, 
and  he  and  his  wife,  my  Aunt  Julia, 
were  assigned  as  my  victims.  But  when 
I  began  to  think  of  Aunt  Julia,  who  prac- 
tically adopted  me  for  a  couple  of  years, 
and  my  uncle  who  was  my  greatest  fan 
when  I  started  out  singing  Syrian  songs 
in  his  place,  my  enthusiasm  melted.  And 
when  I  looked  ahead  to  the  day  I  would  be 
confessing  my  crime  to  the  priest  I  knew 
it  was  no  go. 

Some  of  the  other  kids  went  through 
with  it.  One  who  was  caught  blabbed  the 
whole  story  and  there  was  a  mass  meeting 
of  horrified  parents.  But  what  sticks  to 
my  mind  is  the  tragedy  which  closed  the 
affair.  In  the  midst  of  all  the  furore  my 
cousin,  the  ringleader,  ran  out  from  his 
house  into  the  street  to  be  killed  in- 
stantly by  a  truck.  The  mass-meeting 
ended.  No  kids  were  punished.  The  sor- 
row that  fell  over  everyone  took  care  of 
that  .  .  .  took  care  of  everything. 

T^he  understanding  I  found  in  my  own 
home  and  in  my  neighborhood  I  also 
found  in  the  outer  world.  When  my  brother 
Ray  was  12,  and  I  was  only  10  years  old, 
we  got  a  job  selling  pop  and  candy  in  the 
Empire  theater  in  Toledo  on  Sunday 
afternoons.  This  meant  getting  out  of 
Sunday  School  early  and  sometimes  miss- 
ing it  altogether.  This  in  turn  meant  show- 
ing up  mornings  in  the  office  of  our  paro- 
chial school  principal  for  fitting  punish- 
ment. But  invariably,  as  we  stood  in  line 
with  10  or  15  other  boys  guilty  of  the 
same  offense,  our  teacher,  Sister  Mary 
Elizabeth  of  the  Ursaline  Nuns,  would 
sweep  into  the  room  looking  for  us.  She 
would  take  us  both  by  the  ear  and  an- 
nounce, "I'll  take  care  of  these  boys  my- 
self." 

The  principal  would  nod  assent  and  she 
would  lead  us  from  the  room  with  such  a 
severe  look  on  her  face  that  the  other  boys 
would  all  feel  sorry  for  us.  Downstairs 
we  would  march  to  the  school  kitchen 
where  she  would  turn  on  us  and  de- 
mand to  know  what  we  had  for  break- 
fast. We'd  tell  her  .  .  .  generally  it  was 
coffee  and  a  slice  of  bread.  Shaking  her 
head  indignantly  she  would  fill  two  big 
glasses  with  milk,  get  a  plate  of  doughnut- 
sized  cookies  and  plank  them  down  on  a 
table.  "Now,"  she  would  order,  "you  boys 
sit  down  and  meditate.  And  when  you  are 
through  come  right  up  to  the  class!" 

Sister  Mary  Elizabeth  knew  what  our 
home  life  was  like  and  that  we  had  to 
work  whenever  we  got  a  chance.  She  also 
knew  that  the  Empire  theater  was  a 
burlesque  house  and,  I  think,  regarded  it 
as  a  source  of  possible  evil  influence  on 
us  which  she  must  fight  off  by  special 
means.  This  took  the  form  not  only  of 


milk  and  cookies,  but  of  all  sorts  of  efforts 
to  get  us  to  like  our  studies  and  our  school 
relationships.  She  encouraged  the  dramatic 
instincts  she  knew  Ray  and  I  had  and 
helped  us  to  persevere  in  this  direction. 
When  I  was  chosen  for  a  principal  part 
in  a  city-wide  Catholic  schools  play  she 
was  so  delighted  you'd  think  she  herself 
had  won  the  victory  .  .  .  and  maybe  she 
had.  Years  later  it  came  to  me  that  Ray 
and  I  were  privileged  pupils  in  St. 
Francis,  but  that  this  was  no  compliment 
to  our  personalities  or  anything  like  that. 
Sister  Mary  Elizabeth  and  all  the  others 
who  helped  us  acted  merely  on  precedent 
set  by  One  whom  they  followed.  We  were 
privileged  only  because  we  had  nothing. 
I  say  this  realization  came  to  me  ...  I 
should  add  where.  It  came  to  me  as  I 
knelt  in  church,  where  all  good  thoughts 
have  come  to  me. 

"There  was  a  day  in  my  life  when,  thus 
L  kneeling,  in  a  Detroit  church,  I  faced 
a  vexing  problem.  My  wife  Rosemary  was 
expecting  our  first  baby  (now  our  oldest 
daughter,  Margaret).  The  doctor  had  said 
he  would  wait  for  his  money  but  I  knew 
the  hospital  would  require  $70  in  advance. 
In  my  pocket  was  exactly  $7.70 — seven 
one-dollar  bills  and  the  change.  I  don't 
know  what  prompted  me,  but  when  the 
collection  basket  was  handed  around  I  put 
in  a  dollar  and  when  I  left  my  pew  I 
handed  over  the  other  six  as  a  contribu- 
tion to  the  Society  for  the  Propagation  of 
the  Faith,  then  conducting  a  drive  for  its 
missionary  work.  Now  I  had  70  cents  left. 
In  front  of  the  altar  I  said  a  prayer  which 
in  part  went: 

".  .1  have  given  my  last  seven  dol- 
lars but  I  need  it  back  ten  times.  .  .  ." 

It  was  perfectly  true  that  my  wife 
could  go  to  the  county  hospital  and  have 
her  baby  without  charge.  But  if  you'll 
forgive  a  young  husband,  I  wanted  her 
to  have  the  cheer  and  uplift  that  might 
come  in  a  nice  room — even  if  it  was  to 
be  not  a  fully  private  room  but  a  four- 
bed  one.  And  there  was  another  reason. 
I  was  by  now  an  entertainer  in  Detroit's 
beer-gardens  and  night  spots.  Many  people 
knew  me  .  .  .  yet  they  didn't  know  I  had 
nothing.  I  was  someone  who  told  jokes, 
sang  funny  songs.  The  jokes  might  not 
sound  so  funny,  nor  the  songs,  if  they 
heard  that  my  wife  was  a  charity  case 
in  a  public  ward.  The  effect  might  be 
disastrous  on  my  work  and  on  my  income 
at  a  time  when  I  needed  it  most. 

That  night  I  was  in  my  dressing  room 
at  the  club  when  I  was  called  to  the  tele- 
phone. It  was  my  agent.  The  Jam  Handy 
Films,  a  commercial  motion  picture  com- 
pany, wanted  me  to  play  a  short  part  in 
a  commercial  production.  Rehearsal  would 
be  the  next  day,  the  scene  would  be  shot 
the  day  following,  and  on  the  third  day 
I  would  get  my  salary— $75!  Here  it  was 
— my  money  back  tenfold,  just  as  I  had 
prayed!  On  the  fourth  day  Margaret  was 
born — her  tiny  basket-bed  paid  for,  if 
not  the  hands  which  delivered  her.  That 
was  taken  care  of  later. 

It  was  funny  but  after  this  I  seemed 
to  go  on  a  "Ten  Times  Kick,"  as  I  called 
it.  If  I  gave  a  quarter  to  a  beggar  I'd  have 
$2.50  thrown  to  me  on  the  stage  right 
after  my  first  song  (in  those  days  it  was 
not  yet  an  insult  to  throw  money  to  an 
entertainer  in  a  night  club,  it  was  part 
oi  your  pay).  I  think  I  used  to  go  around 
looking  for  people  who  wanted  money, 
supremely  confident  that  it  would  come 
back  to  me  1,000  per  cent. 

I  know  this  doesn't  make  sense  but  I 
had  a  special  background  for  feeling  this 
way  .  .  .  and  again,  it  leads  back  to  my 
upbringing,  and  to  my  mother.  She,  too, 
"planted"  good  deeds  when  there  could 
seem  to  be  no  return,  she  too  gave  when 


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sometimes  she  had  not  to  give.  When 
anyone  came  to  our  door — the  gas  man, 
even,  the  insurance  man  for  his  nickel 
and  dime  premiums — she  would  always 
have  the  same  greeting:  "Hello.  Are  you 
hungry?"  This,  as  she  told  us,  was  the 
way  of  her  people.  For  in  Lebanon  if  a 
stranger  came  to  your  door  he  must  have 
come  from  another  village  or  town,  and 
if  so  he  must  have  walked  and  must 
naturally  be  hungry  and  tired. 

And  above  all  she  was  scrupulous  in 
obeying  the  Lebanese  "Three-day  Hos- 
pitality Rule."  If  travelers  who  were  of 
your  people  came  to  your  door  seeking 
relatives,  you  had  but  one  duty,  even 
though  you  yourself  were  not  related  to 
them.  "Welcome  and  spread  your  bed- 
ding," you  had  to  say,  and  for  three  days, 
by  tradition,  they  were  your  guests.  When 
they  were  ready  to  leave  a  parting  lunch 
was  to  be  made  for  them.  In  my  boyhood 
there  were  five  instances  in  which  such 
people  were  welcomed,  housed  and  fed 
by  my  mother  .  .  .  though  we  ourselves 
might  not  be  fed. 

T  am  pretty  sure  that  anyone  brought 
up  in  this  sort  of  home  would  feel 
about  religion  as  I  do,  but  it  is  apparent 
that  not  all  people  have  had  this  sort  of 
experience  in  their  younger  days.  One 
night  I  was  seated  in  a  Chicago  restau- 
rant with  a  group  of  friends  when  one 
of  them  challenged  the  whole  idea  of 
church. 

"What  kind  of  God  do  they  talk  about?" 
he  scoffed.  "You  and  I  know  very  well 
that  there  is  no  God;  that  when  you  are 
dead  you  are  dead!" 

There  is  no  point  in  arguing  with  a 
fellow  who  talks  like  that  and  I  made  no 
attempt  at  it.  But  then  he  went  on.  "And 
all  this  comfort  people  talk  about  get- 
ing  from  their  belief,  are  they  kidding?" 

About  this  I  could  say  a  few  words,  I 
felt.  My  exact  words  I  don't  remember, 
but  in  general  they  were  as  follows: 

"Joe.  Let  us  say- that  you  are  dying  and 
I  am  the  last  man  to  talk  to  you  before 
you  go.  I  can  tell  you  either  of  two 
stories,  both  of  them  phoney,  mind  you, 
but  you  can  have  your  choice.  I  can  say, 
'Joe,  old  fellow,  in  a  few  minutes  you 
will  be  dead  and,  as  you  say,  really  dead. 
What  is  left  of  you  might  make  good  soap, 


McKesson  &  Robbins,  Bridgeport,  Conn, 


lampshades,  whatever  can  be  done  with 
the  substances  that  were  organized  to 
make  up  a  fellow  like  you  but  now  are 
just  a  meaningless  mass.  So,  so  long  Joe. 
It's  no  more  for  you,  nothing,  the  end.' 
Or,  I  can  speak  as  follows:  'Joe,  you  are 
what  people  term  dying,  but  when  this 
is  over  you  will  really  begin  living  .  .  . 
for  the  first  time  since  your  birth.  In  a 
few  minutes,  Joe-,  just  a  few  minutes,  the 
mystery  of  eternal  goodness  will  bathe 
you  in  a  wonderful  light  and  you  will  be 
taken  up  to  be  with  the  kind  God  who 
gave  you  thought  and  feeling  that  you 
might  use  these  to  help  know  Him.  You 
remember  how  music  could  inspire  you 
on  earth,  Joe,  and  how  you  wondered 
at  its  power?  Now  you'll  know.  You  re- 
member how  love  stirred  in  you  and  you 
wondered  where  it  came  from?  Now  you 
will  find  out.  And  Joe,  only  one  thing 
more  before  you  go  to  your  happiness. 
My  time  will  come  too  and  then  I'll  join 
you.  I'll  be  seeing  you,  Joe!' "  And  then 
I  stopped  for  a  moment  before  I  asked, 
"Well?  Which  story  do  you  want?" 

He  jerked  up  straight  as  if  from  a 
trance.  "Oh,  well,"  he  protested,  "if  you 
put  it  that  way!" 

"That's  the  way  it  is,  Joe,"  I  said. 

It's  funny.  Some  people  want  an  affi- 
davit from  God  that  he  really  exists. 
They  want  the  sunshine  and  the  rain,  the 
things  which  grow,  the  majesty  of  the 
earth,  mountains  and  valleys,  the  beauty 
of  a  butterfly's  wings  and  the  love  that 
kindles  in  a  mother's  eyes  to  appear  be- 
fore a  notary  public  and  swear  that  there 
is  a  purpose  behind  them. 

Other  people?  Well,  they  know.  I 
know.  Even  if  I  am  just  a  singer,  a  happy 
singer.  I  sing  for  my  people.  And,  oh, 
yes,  I  have  picked  me  a  little  known  saint 
for  whom  I  sing  special  songs.  His  name 
is  St.  Jude,  and  in  his  name  I  have  started 
a  foundation  to  build  a  hospital  in  Mem- 
phis, Tennessee.  No  one  will  be  asked 
who  or  what  they  are  when  they  seek 
admission.  That's  another  thing  those 
who  are  supposed  to  know  will  know  al- 
ready. St.  Jude  will  know.  God  will 
know.   Who  else's  business  will  it  be? 

END 

(Danny  Thomas  can  be  seen  in  Warner 
Brothers'  The  Jazz  Singer.) 


return  engagement 


(Continued  from  page  27)  of  the  Lanza 
benevolence  were  relegated  to  the  shadows 
and  into  the  sun  came  the  rumors,  innu- 
endo, and  malicious  gossip. 

Persons  who  had  once  been  employed  by 
Lanza  and  paid  handsomely  for  their 
work,  began  to  curry  favor  by  dropping 
tasty  morsels  such  as,  "You  know  this  guy 
has  always  been  half-cracked,  don't  you? 
For  years  he's  had  rocks  in  his  head." 

One  circulating  story  was  that  Lanza 
had  engaged  in  a  fist  fight  with  his  psy- 
chiatrist. Another  told  that  Lew  Wasser- 
mann,  Lanza's  agent,  came  to  the  house 
one  day  bearing  a  $50,000  check  for  Mario, 
only  the  tenor  refused  to  see  him  and 
left  orders  for  Wassermann  to  "leave  the 
check  with  the  butler."  A  parking  lot 
attendant  said  he  was  slapped  in  the 
face  by  Mrs.  Mario  Lanza  and  unfairly 
fired  because  of  her  complaint.  A  day 
later  it  came  out  that  the  parking  at- 
tendant had  been  dismissed  "for  an  en- 
tirely different  reason  than  being  rude 
to  Mrs.  Lanza."  By  the  time  the  truth 
negated  the  accusation,  Betty  Lanza  was 
in  the  Cedars  of  Lebanon  Hospital  giving 


birth  to  Mario  Lanza's  eight-pound  son. 

"The  way  they've  been  talking  about 
us,"  Betty  Lanza  said  only  a  few  hours 
before  the  ambulance  whizzed  her  into 
confinement,  "you'd  think  we  were  a 
family  of  insane  criminals.  For  months 
now  we've  done  nothing  but  mind  our 
own  business.  We've  had  enough  to  do 
moving  into  our  new  house  and  getting 
things  settled.  We  haven't  been  anywhere. 
Mario  has  said  absolutely  nothing  for  pub- 
lic consumption,  nothing  about  himself, 
The  Student  Prince,  or  the  studio.  The 
lawyers  have  handled  everything  and 
yet  if  you  believe  what  you  read  in  the 
papers,  Mario  has  been  fighting  every- 
one." 

A  day  later  when  I  asked  Mario  to  com- 
ment on  the  constant  flow  of  disparage- 
ment his  fight  with  the  studio  had  en- 
gendered, all  he  would  say  was,  "Have  a 
cigar!  Have  two  cigars!  What  do  you 
think,  a  boy!  My  Betty  has  given  me 
a  boy!  Isn't  that  sensational?  We've 
got  his  second  name  picked  out.  Anthony. 
I  don't  know  about  his  first  name.  Betty 
neither.  He's  a  regular  bruiser,  weighed 
eight  pounds.  How  dq  you  like  it?  Mario 
Lanza  is  the  father  of  one  boy,  two  girls.  A 
son.  Right  now,  I'm  the  happiest  man  in 
the  world.  That's  all  I  can  say.  The  hap- 
piest man  in  the  world." 


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Just  how  long  this  state  of  ecstasy  will 
last  for  Mario,  no  one  at  the  moment  of 
this  writing  can  accurately  prophesy;  it  is 
safe  to  assume,  however,  that  this  April 
will  find  him  back  at  MGM,  hard  at  work — 
in  all  probability  on  The  Student  Prince 
— earning  his  weekly  stipend  of  $1,500  a 
week. 

ly/TARTiN  Gang,  Lanza's  lawyer,  says,  "I 
ItJ.  feej  ^hat  1953  will  be  a  very  good  year 
for  Mario.  I  hate  litigations  and  long  has- 
sels  in  court  and  I  think  everything  can 
and  will  be  worked  out  to  the  mutual  sat- 
isfaction of  all  parties  involved  in  this 
damage  suit.  I  have  great  hopes  that 
Mario  will  return  to  work  very  shortly 
and  on  the  best  of  terms  with  MGM.  He  is 
a  very  talented  entertainer,  one  of  the 
best  money-makers  the  studio  has  ever 
had,  and  well,  I'm  sure  things  will  work 
themselves  out." 

The  legal  firm  of  Loeb  &  Loeb,  represent- 
ing MGM,  feels  much  the  same. 

"Many  people  don't  seem  to  understand 
this,"  their  spokesman,  Harry  Gershon, 
points  out,  "but  Loew's  has  not  cancelled  its 
employment  agreement  with  Mr.  Lanza. 
Not  at  all.  What  the  studio  did  was  to 
cancel  one  production,  The  Student  Prince, 
and  to  sue  Lanza  for  the  moneys  spent  in 
preparing  that  production  and  for  the 
potential  profits,  $5,198,888  altogether. 

"Under  the  terms  of  his  employment 
agreement  with  MGM,  and  these  terms  are 
still  in  effect,  Lanza  has  to  make  another 
film  for  the  studio  in  1953 — I  think  it's  sup- 
posed to  start  by  April — and  another  film 
in  1954. 

"By  cancelling  The  Student  Prince,  the 
studio  contends  that  Lanza  owes  them 
three  more  pictures.  I  have  no  way  of 
knowing  whether  MGM  will  start  up  The 
Student  Prince  again  in  April  of  1953  or 
not.  All  I  do  know  is  that  right  now  no 
one  has  ordered  us  to  drop  the  damage 
suit  against  Mr.  Lanza,  and  we  are  pre- 
paring to  continue  it.  This  in  no  way  pre- 
cludes Mr.  Lanza  from  working  at  MGM. 
It  is  my  feeling  that  he'll  make  several 
more  pictures  there,  abiding  by  his  em- 
ployment contract." 

I  asked  Mr.  Gershon  what  would  hap- 
pen in  the  event  Mario  began  work  on 
\The  Student  Prince  in  April.  "How  could 
jthe  studio  sue  him  for  damages  on  the 
potential  profits,"  I  asked,  "if  he  made  the 
picture  and  it  was  released?" 

The  attorney  conceded  that  a  portion 
of  the  damage  suit  would  of  necessity  have 
to  be  withdrawn,  and  that  under  those 
circumstances  Loew's  would  probably  sue 
only  for  the  pre-production  damages  of 
$695,888,  the  amount  listed  in  the  original 


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What  will  probably  happen  is  that  MGM 
will  continue  with  the  damage  suit  against 
Mario.  In  the  event  it  wins  the  case  and 
receives  a  judgment,  it  will  probably  not 
exercise  the  judgment — that  is,  attach 
Mario's  salary  and  royalties — so  long  as 
he  behaves  himself  and  causes  no  fur- 
ther stoppage  in  production.  Should  Mario 
become  intractable,  however,  the  studio 
may  get  tough. 

Significantly  enough,  under  the  regime 
of  Louis  B.  Mayer,  MGM  handled  its  stars 
with  silk  gloves.  Judy  Garland,  it  is  esti- 
mated, cost  the  studio  a  small  fortune  in 
delays,  and  yet  no  suit  for  damage  was 
ever  filed  against  her,  this  despite  the 
fact  that  she  was  earning  $5,000  a  week 
when  she  was  giving  studio  executives 
their  biggest  headaches. 

An  executive  who  was  asked  to  com- 
ment upon  the  difference  in  treatment  ac- 
corded Judy  and  Mario,  said,  "Let's  face 
it.  Judy  was  a  sick  girl  at  the  time. 
You'll  put  up  with  a  lot  of  nonsense  from 
a  woman  that  you'll  never  take  from  a 
man.  Besides,  things  were  different  then. 
Business  wasn't  so  rough.  A  studio,  could 
afford  to  be  liberal.  Nowadays  we've  got 
to  watch  every  cent." 

W/"hat  caused  Mario  Lanza's  disagreement 
"  with  the  studio  in  the  first  place?  Why 
did  he  back  away  from  The  Student  Prince 
when  camera  work  was  just  about  to  be- 
gin? 

To  date  three  reasons  have  been 
offered:  (1)  Owing  to  a  disagreement 
with  his  sponsor  and  personal  manager, 
Sam  Weiler,  Mario  found  himself  on  the 
brink  of  nervous  collapse  (2)  Mario  was 
unhappy  at  MGM  and  wanted  to  get  out 
of  his  contract,  especially  after  Because 
You're  Mine,  a  film  he  violently  fought 
against  making  (3)  Mario  did  not  want 
to  make  The  Student  Prince  with  Curt 
Bernhardt  directing. 

Here  for  the  first  time  is  the  essential 
truth  about  Mario,  his  relationship  with 
Sam  Weiler,  his  behavior  at  MGM,  and  his 
subsequent  nervous  upheaval. 

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Mr.  Weiler  was  not  a  millionaire  at 
the  time  or  even  a  particularly  wealthy 
individual.  He  worked  for  and  with  his 
brother,  Jack  D.  Weiler,  for  many  years 
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nual earnings  ranged  from  $20,000  to 
$40,000.  He  owned  a  profitable  boys'  camp 
in  Pointelle,  Pa.,  the  Echo  Lake  Camp, 
and  with  his  wife  Selma,  he  lived  a  good 
and  charitable  and  comfortable  life.  He 
rented  an  apartment  on  one  of  the  streets 
in  the  east  90's;  he  worked  hard  as  a 
realtor  for  his  brother,  and  he  spent  the 
winters  in  Miami.  "Taking  singing  les- 
sons," he  says,  "was  just  a  pleasant  hobby 
with  me." 

One  afternoon,  after  she'd  finished  giving 
him  his  instruction,  Polly  Robertson  turned 
to  Sam  Weiler  and  said,  "Some  day  I'm 
going  to  let  you  listen  to  a  voice  greater 
than  Caruso's." 

"Fine,"  Sam  Weiler  said. 

Two  days  later,  Mario  Lanza  walked 
into  Polly  Robertson's  studio.  "Here,"  said 
Miss  Robertson,  "is  the  voice  greater 
than  Caruso's."  Weiler  and  Lanza  shook 
hands.    This  was  the  first  time  they  met. 

Mario  sang  a  song  for  Weiler.  Sam  was 
mesmerized.  "As  God  is  my  witness,"  he 
recalls,  "it  floored  me.  I  fell  on  my  nose. 
I  had  never  in  my  life  heard  anything  so 
naturally  brilliant.  I  went  home  and  I 
raved  all  night  long  to  my  wife  about 
Mario.  'This  kid,'  I  told  her,  'has  the 
greatest  voice  in  the  world,  barring  none.' " 

When  Weiler  met  Lanza,  Mario  was 
neither  broke  nor  starving.  He  was  sub- 
stituting for  Jan  Peerce  on  the  Celanese 
radio  program  "Great  Moments  In  Music" 
and  earning  $500  a  crack  which  was  in- 
credible in  view  of  the  fact  that  he  had 
known  little  or  no  formal  voice  coaching. 

In  December  of  1945,  Lanza  met  Weiler 
in  the  lobby  of  the  Carnegie  Hall  Build- 
ing and  invited  him  across  the  street  for 
a  friendly  cup  of  coffee.  A  gallon  of  coffee 
later  Weiler  had  agreed  to  dine  with 
Mario  and  his  bride,  Betty,  in  their  fourth- 
floor  walkup  at  8  West  49th  Street. 

That  evening,  Betty  and  Mario  Lanza 
asked  Sam  Weiler  if  he  would  help  them. 
Mario  was  smart  enough  to  realize  that 
his  voice  needed  training,  careful  training, 
that  if  he  sang  on  one  program  after  an- 
other, "just  to  earn  a  buck,"  he  would 
eventually  abuse  his  voice. 

"How  much  do  you  think  you'd  need  to 
live  on?"  Weiler  asked. 

Betty  and  Mario  talked  it  over.  "If  we 
could  be  sure  of  $70  a  week,"  Betty  Lanza 
said,  "I  think  Mario  could  do  it." 

Weiler  thought  for  a  moment.  "Tell 
you  what,"  he  said,  "I'm  going  down  to 
Florida  for  my  winter  vacation.  You  let 
me  think  about  it  for  a  few  weeks." 

On  February  1st,  1946,  Mario  Lanza  and 
Sam  Weiler  signed  the  original  con- 
tract whereby  Weiler  agreed  to  pay  for 
Lanza's  vocal  instruction  and  give  him  $70 
a  week  in  return  for  10%  of  Lanza's 
eventual  gross  earnings.  Weiler  was  also 
to  pay  off  any  existing  Lanza  debts.  These 
consisted  of  fairly  sizable  bills  at  D' Andrea 
Brothers,  a  clothing  establishment  where 
Mario  had  gone  to  outfit  himself  with 
day-time  and  formal  clothes,  and  at  the 
Park  Central  Hotel  (now  the  Park  Shera- 
ton) where  Betty  and  Mario  had  lived 
for  a  short  while. 

Lanza  at  this  time  was  under  contract 
to  Columbia  Concerts,  so  Weiler  went 
down  to  see  Peter  Herman  Adler,  chief 
of  that  outfit,  and  together  they  decided 
that  Mario  should  be  taken  off  all  work 
and  put  in  the  hands  of  Enrico  Rosati,  the 
great  vocal  teacher  of  Benjamino  Gigli. 

This  was  done.  Weiler  paid  for  the  les- 
sons and  saw  to  it  that  the  Lanzas  got 
their  $70  a  week.  In  September  of  1946 
when  Columbia  felt  he  was  ready  for  some 
good  concert  experience,  Lanza  and  two 
other  singers  were  formed  into  the  Bel 
Canto  trio,  booked  at  $800  a  performance, 
and  sent  on  the  road. 


The  trio  did  fairly  well,  and  the  Lanzas 
spent  that  winter  with  Sam  Weiler  in 
Florida.  Between  Weiler  and  Lanza  there 
gradually  developed  an  almost  father-and- 
son  relationship.  Each  had  unUmited 
faith  in  the  other  and  complete  trust.  Lanza 
who  has  no  money  sense  whatever,  relied 
upon  Weiler  for  professional  and  financial 
guidance     While  Weiler  knew  precious 

A  writer  asked  Frank  Sinatra's 
okay  to  compile  all  the  Sinatra 
gags  in  a  joke  book.  Frankie  came 
back  with  a  grim  NO. 

little  about  the  music  or  entertainment 
world,  he  was  shrewd  enough  to  know  that 
Lanza  was  following  the  shortest  and  most 
direct  path  to  fame. 

In  1947  Mario  Lanza  hit  the  road  again, 
and  here  for  the  first  time,  he  actually  be- 
gan to  make  news.  Following  his  ap- 
pearance as  soloist  in  Chicago's  Grant 
Park  on  July  20th,  1947,  Claudia  Cassidy, 
the  arts  critic  of  the  Chicago  Tribune, 
wrote,  among  other  things:  "Mr.  Lanza 
was  something  approaching  a  sensation.  .  . 
has  a  superb  natural  tenor  which  he  uses 
by  instinct  ...  He  needs  work  but  he  does 
amazingly  well  right  now  .  .  .  His  'Celeste 
Aida'  was  beautifully  done,  and  the  crowd 
roared  with  delight." 

With  notices  like  that,  the  word  soon 
spread  throughout  the  entertainment 
world  that  Lanza  was  "a  natural."  A  month 
later  when  he  arrived  in  Hollywood  and 
sang  at  the  well-publicized  Hollywood 
Bowl,  the  house  was  almost  full.  When 
the  concert  was  over,  a  hive  of  talent 
scouts  made  a  bee-line  to  his  dressing 
room  door. 

Besieged  by  many  studio  offers,  Mario 
didn't  know  what  to  do.  He  turned  to  Sam 
Weiler,  who  was  still  working  for  his 
brother  in  New  York.  "Sam,"  he  said  over 
the  long  distance  phone,  "they're  making 
me  one  offer  after  another.   What'll  I  do?" 

"Listen  to  all  of  them,"  Weiler  said,  "but 
sign  nothing." 

Lanza  did  exactly  that  until  Weiler 
arrived  in  Hollywood.  Once  Sam  checked 
in,  a  new  agreement  was  drawn  up  be- 
tween these  two  in  which  Mario  agreed  to 
pay  Weiler  20  per  cent  of  his  gross  earnings 
in  return  for  Weiler's  services  as  agent  and 
personal  manager.  This  agreement  meant 
that  Weiler  had  to  abandon  his  business 
affiliations  back  East. 

The  basic  employment  agreement  that 
Weiler  negotiated  with  Metro  on  Mario's 
behalf  shows  how  worthwhile  this  move 
was  for  everyone  concerned.  For  signing 
with  MGM,  Lanza  was  given  a  flat  $10,- 
000  as  a  bonus.  His  starting  salary  was 
to  be  $750  a  week  for  20  weeks;  he  was 
to  work  only  six  months  a  year,  make  one 
picture  a  year,  receive  a  rising  bonus  start- 
ing at  $15,000  for  each  picture,  receive  sub- 
sequent yearly  raises  of  $250  in  salary. 
When  he  finished  making  That  Midnight 
'  Kiss,  Mario  was  given  a  bonus  of  $25,000 
which  was  $10,000  more  than  the  studio 
had  agreed  to  pay  him.  When  he  finished 
Toast  Of  New  Orleans,  he  was  given  a 
bonus  of  $50,000.  This  was  $25,000  more 
than  the  bonus  the  contract  had  called  for. 
When  he  finished  The  Great  Caruso,  Mario 
was  gifted  with  a  $100,000  bonus,  twice 
what  his  agreement  entitled  him  to.  In  a 
sentence,  Metro  more  than  compensated 
for  Lanza's  relatively  low  starting  salary. 

Moreover,  Metro  was  extremely  coura- 
geous in  taking  a  chance  on  Lanza  in  the 
first  place.  Anyone  who  has  seen  the 
screen  test  he  made  will  testify  to  that. 
He  photographed  so  poorly  that  some  of  the 
technicians  were  certain  something  had 
gone  wrong  in  the  lighting.  Eventually 
when  he  went  before  the  cameras  for  his 
first  film,  his  hair  had  to  be  tinted  red 


his  swarthy  Italian  skin  powdered  pink. 

Lanza's  relationship  with  the  studio, 
other  than  for  a  few  minor  peccadillos,  was 
excellent  for  his  first  three  pictures. 
Nicholas  Schenck,  chief  of  Loew's,  was 
leery  about  making  The  Great  Caruso,  but 
L.  B.  Mayer  insisted  it  would  be  a  hit,  and 
he  was  right.  The  Great  Caruso  has 
earned  more  money  for  Metro  than  any 
other  film  released  within  the  past  decade. 

Lanza  first  began  to  disagree  with  MGM 
when  the  studio  presented  him  with 
the  script  of  Because  You're  Mine.  When 
Mario  finished  reading  the  story,  his  first 
words  were,  "This  is  a  piece  of  junk." 
Sam  Weiler  did  not  want  Mario  to  make 
the  picture,  either.  He,  too,  was  certain 
it  would  turn  out  to  be  a  lemon. 

When  Lanza  is  emotionally  disturbed, 
he,  like  many  other  people,  finds  relief  in 
food.  He  began  to  eat.  The  more  the 
studio  insisted  upon  his  making  Because 
You're  Mine  the  more  he  ate.  Week  after 
week  he  grew  fatter  and  fatter.  He  had 
once'  tipped  the  scales  at  280  lbs.,  and  it 
looked  for  a  while  as  if  he  were  de- 
termined to  beat  this  record. 

Before  Lanza  agreed  to  make  Because 
You're  Mine,  there  were  many  arguments 
at  the  studo,  many  heart-to-heart  talks,  a 
long,  arduous  dieting  session  and,  worst 
of  all,  the  development  of  bad  blood  be- 
tween various  factions. 

Lanza  was  accused  of  being  an  ingrate, 
of  biting  the  hand  that  had  fed  him  so 
magnanimously;  he,  in  turn,  pointed  out 
that  he  earned  quite  a  few  bucks  for  the 
studio,  that  there  was  no  point  in  ruin- 
ing a  valuable  property  by  placing  him  in 
a  series  of  potboilers. 

While  relations  with  the  studio  deterio- 
rated Lanza  witnessed  several  gradual 
changes  in  his  other  relationships.  Sam 
Weiler,  for  example,  hired  MCA  to  repre- 


sent Mario  and  relinquished  10  of  his  20  per 
cent.  Weiler  also  formed  a  corporation, 
Marsam,  Inc.,  in  which  he  and  Mario  were 
the  principal  stockholders.  Mario  assigned 
to  Weiler  the  power  of  attorney,  and  Weiler 
became  the  moneyman  in  the  outfit,  sub- 
sequently hiring  a  business  manager,  Noel 
Singer,  to  disburse  money  for  Mario's 
constantly  expanding  expenses.  Mario  also 
signed  a  radio  deal  with  Coca-Cola  and  a 
new  recording  deal  with  RCA.  He  became 
so  busy  he  had  very  little  time  for  his 
wife  and  two  small  daughters. 

TTe  was  happy  at  home,  however,  deeply 
in  love  with  his  wife,  paternally  proud 
of  his  little  daughters,  and  while  he  had 
no  idea  of  how  much  money  he  was  worth, 
he  felt  certain  that  Sam  Weiler  was  over- 
seeing his  financial  interests  in  a  shrewd 
and  sagacious  manner.  His  masseuse, 
while  rubbing  him  down,  had  told  him 
about  a  gold  mine,  and  Mario  had  asked 
Sam  to  investigate,  to  see  whether  he 
should  invest  surplus  funds  in  oil,  tungs- 
ten, and  light  metals  as  well  as  gold. 

He  was  particularly  proud  of  the  fact 
that  he  had  earned  a  million  dollars  in 
1951,  and  while  his  expenses  had  been 
tremendously  high,  he  had  paid  his  state 
income  tax,  a  Federal  income  tax  of  $425,- 
000,  all  his  commissions,  and  he  owed  no 
one  a  cent. 

Two  things  did  nettle  him  from  time 
to  time.  He  disliked  intensely  the  house 
he  was  living  in,  a  French  chateau-type  he 
and  Betty  had  rented  on  Whittier  Drive  in 
Beverly  Hills,  and  he  also  disliked  the  fact 
that  so  many  people  had  come  to  rely  upon 
him  for  a  living. 

With  a  shrewdness  never  attributed  to 
him,  Mario  realized  that  if  ever  he  should 
want  to  quit,  just  stop  cold,  gather  his 
family,  and  go  to  Italy  and  study  at  La 
Scala  for  a  year  or  two,  the  resultant  hue 


and  cry  from  the  army  of  people  who  had 
latched  on  to  him  would  be  so  great  that 
he  would  either  have  to  go  back  to  work 
or  face  violent  censure. 

That,  of  course,  is  what  happened. 

In  March  last  year,  Betty  Lanza  became 
pregnant  for  the  third  time.  She  was  none 
too  well  at  the  outset,  and  this  disturbed 
Mario.  He  was  overworked  and  upset 
about  the  contract  negotiations  regarding 
a  new  recording  deal  with  RCA.  He  had 
quarreled  with  Nicky  Brodsky  about  some 
new  songs  for  The  Student  Prince.  The 
operetta  was  of  such  high  standard  Mario 
felt  the  score  should  not  be  tampered  with. 
In  the  end,  however,  he  gave  in  and  agreed 
with  Joe  Pasternak  that  the  new  songs 
would  help  modernize  the  old  musical 
score.  When  Curt  Bernhardt  was  as- 
signed to  direct  the  picture,  no  objections 
were  forthcoming  from  Lanza.  Bernhardt 
had  done  a  workmanlike  job  in  re-making 
he  Bleu  Etoile,  a  French  motion  picture 
classic,  into  The  Blue  Veil  for  Wald  and 
Krasna;  he  had  done  a  good  job  in  re- 
making The  Merry  Widow  for  MGM  with 
Lana  Turner.  Lanza  had  no  complaints 
until  he  and  Bernhardt  were  closeted  to- 
gether for  a  story  conference.  It  was  then 
that  word  leaked  out  of  Lanza's  refusal 
to  do  The  Student  Prince.  He  and  Bern- 
hardt had  disagreed  about  several  impor- 
tant story  points,  and  Mario  "wasn't  buy- 
ing another  Because  You're  Mine." 

Simultaneously,  Mario  asked  Sam  Weiler 
^  for  a  look  at  the  books  of  the  Marsam 
Corporation.  When  he  saw  how  much 
money  had  gone  out,  how  little  remained 
to  him  after  earning  approximately  $1,500,- 
000  in  six  years,  he  blew  his  top.  He  knew 
that  Weiler  had  earned  more  than  $150,000 
in  commissions,  and  somehow,  he  could 
not  reconcile  himself  to  the  figures  in  front 
of  his  eyes.     There  were  words,  harsh 


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words,  between  Betty  Lanza  and  Sam 
Weiler.  "Listen,  Sam,  I  don't  see  why  you 
should  have  the  key  to  our  house  without 
our  having  the  key  to  yours."  Recrimi- 
nation, accusation,  and  counter-accusation. 

Weiler  resigned  and  turned  the  books  of 
the  Marsam  Corporation  over  to  Lanza's 
attorneys  who  are  currently  having  them 
audited.  According  to  his  contract  with 
Lanza,  Weiler  will  continue  to  receive  5  per 
cent  of  the  singer's  earnings  for  11  years. 

Lanza   also   grew   heartsick.     He  had 
broken  with  the  man  who  had  sponsored 
him,  who  had  come  to  his  help,  who  had 
taken  a  chance  on  him.   At  the  same  time, 
Kitty  Rightsel,  an  old  and  faithful  friend 
who  had  acted  as  his  secretary,  packed 
her  bags  and  announced  that  she'd  had 
enough   of  Hollywood.     She  was  going 
back  to  New  York.    Metro  said  that  if 
Lanza  insisted  upon  his  refusal  to  act  in 
The    Student   Prince,   the   studio  would 
pull  him  off  the  Coca-Cola  program.  It 
controlled  his  radio  appearances.    True  to 
its  word  the  studio  yanked  him  off  the 
show.    Betty  announced  that  she  wasn't 
going  to  live  in  that  house  on  Whittier 
Drive  another  minute.    She  began  nego- 
tiating with  Nancy  Sinatra  for  purchase  of 
the  Sinatra  mansion.    The  deal  soured, 
however,  when  Nancy  asked  a  price  the 
Lanzas  considered  a  little  out  of  line.  An- 
other project  gone  wrong.  The  obstetrician 
also  warned  Betty  to  be  careful  or  she 
might  lose  the  baby.    Betty's  mother  and 
sister  came  out  from  Chicago.  Mario's 
parents  went  to  see  Dore  Schary  and  asked 
him  to  be  understanding.    Schary  said  he 
would  be  as  understanding  as  he  could, 
but  the  picture  had  to  get  under  way.  The 
studio  called  MCA.   Lew  Lindsay  and  Lew 
Wassermann    of   that   organization  were 
asked  to  talk  to  their  boy,  to  get  him  into 
line.    Mario  kept  looking  at  the  books  j 
of  the  Marsam  Corporation  and  wonder- 
ing how  he  could  have  spent  so  much 
money.    For  the  first  time  in  his  life  he 
tried  to  delve  into  what  for  him  was  the 
unfathomable  maze  of  high  level  finances. 
All  he  could  determine  was  that  after 
six  years  of  intensive  work,  he  was  worth 
a  little  more  than  $100,000. 

He  was  upset,  and  that's  putting  it  mild- 
ly, but  he  knew  he  must  take  decisive  } 
steps.    He  abandoned  The  Student  Prince 
temporarily,  he  closed  his  office;  he  hired 
the  best  lawyer  he  could  get;  he  found 
a  new  house  for  himself  in  Bel-Air;  he 
bought  himself  a  new  car  to  bolster  his  1 
sagging  spirits.    Then  he  took  his  family  j 
and  his  belongings  out  of  Beverly  Hills,  f 

Once  in  Bel -Air,  he  regained  his  com-  1 
posure.    When  Lew  Wassermann  sug-  j 
gested  that  a  psychiatrist  might  help  calm  , 
his  nerves,  Mario  was  most  amenable  to 
the  suggestion.     Immediately  word  was  . 
circulated  throughout  the  movie  colony  I J 
that   Mario    was    being    psychoanalyzed.  1 
"He's  going  to  one  of  those  head-shrink-  j ! 
ers,"  people  were  told.  Lanza  was  never 
psychoanalyzed.  Neither  did  he  fight  with 
his  psychiatrist.   That  was  just  part  of  the  j 
slander  directed  at  the  tenor.    After  a 
few  sessions  he  had  no  need  of  the  doctor 
and  let  him  go.    It  was  all  pleasant,  and 
professional. 

After  his  legal  hassels  with  Sam  Weiler 
and  Metro  are  straightened  out,  he  hopes 
to  return  to  the  studio  and  star  in  The 
Student  Prince.  Presently,  he  will  make 
two  or  more  films  and  then,  circumstances 
permitting,  take  off  for  Europe  and  operatic 
study  in  Italy.  After  that  he  hopes  to 
become  the  foremost  tenor  the  Metropoli- 
tan Opera  in  New  York  has  ever  presented  I 
to  the  world. 

All  this  lies  within  his  ken  and  his  capa-  I 
bilities,  and  as  far  as  he's  concerned  Mario  8 
Lanza  is  on  his  way  back  ...  to  the  top.  j; 
Of  that  you  can  be  certain.  END  I 


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(Continued  from  page  47)  in  Austin,  Min- 
nesota, George  A.  Hormel  &  Co.  with 
current  assets  of  524,000,000 — and  you've 
got  copy.  Hot  copy. 

That's  why  you  can  read  almost  any  day 
that  Leslie  and  Geordie  will  obtain  a 
divorce  before  he  joins  the  Coast  Guard 
in  April.  Or  that  Leslie  is  pregnant,  which 
is  why  George  won't  divorce  her,  and  why 
MGM  is  keeping  her  out  of  dancing  parts 
and  giving  her  dramatic  roles  as  in  Lili  and 
The  Story  Of  Three  Loves.  The  story  might 
be  that  there  will  be  a  separation  but  no 
divorce  smce  Geordie  doesn't  want  to  give 
up  half  of  the  S8,000,000  he  supposedly  has 
in  his  own  name.  Another  might  announce 
that  language  difficulties  are  causing  all 
the  trouble  . 

However,  George  has  deduced  the  source 
of  one  story.  He  says,  "I  did  it  myself. 
Listen.  Leslie  likes  to  paint,  you  know.  I 
don't  know  why,  but  she  does.  It  relaxes 
her  and  let's  face  it — anything  is  better 
than  ballet.  At  least  for  my  dough. 

"Well,  Leslie  has  signed  up  with  an  art 
class  out  at  the  Palos  Verdes  College. 
Every  now  and  again  they  take  field  trips. 
A  few  weeks  ago  her  class  went  down  to 
Ensenada  in  Mexico.  I  think  to  paint  a 
fishing  scene,  something  like  that. 

"The  way  Leslie  looks  with  that  hair-do 
of  hers  and  her  funny  little  face,  you  can't 
miss  her.  Somebody  saw  her  in  Mexico 
and  told  a  radio  commentator  about  it. 

'"This  radio  commentator  specializes  in 
Hollywood  gossip. 

"This  guy  phones  me  one  afternoon  and 
says,  T  understand  your  wife's  in  Mexico. 
What's  she  doing  down  there?' 

"I  have  a  funny  sense  of  humor  and 
just  for  a  gag  I  said,  'She's  down  there  for 
the  divorce,  of  course.  Didn't  you  know?' 

"  'That's  right,'  this  commentator  said. 
T  forgot  all  about  that.'  A  few  hours  later 
friends  started  phoning  me,  telling  me 
they'd  heard  a  news  broadcast  in  which 
Leslie  and  I  were  getting  a  Mexican  di- 
vorce. A  day  or  two  later  the  items  started 
appearing  in  the  gossip  columns." 

"It's  so  silly,"  Leslie  explains  in  perfect 
English.  She  speaks  the  language  ex- 
tremely well.  Her  mother  was  an  Amer- 
ican chorus  girl  who  married  a  Parisian 
pharmacist  in  France.  "We  really  pay  no 
attention  to  rumors.  Only  last  week  a 
friend  of  ours  in  San  Francisco,  she's 
married  to  the  columnist,  Dean  Jennings, 
she  said  to  me,  'Leslie,  I've  read  so  many 
items  about  your  pregnancies — you  must 
be  some  relative  to  a  rabbit!' " 

"W7"  hat  then  is  the  truth  about  this  sloe- 
eyed  dancer  and  the  man  with  whom 
she  eloped  to  Las  Vegas  on  September 
23rd,  1951? 

In  marrying  Geordie  Hormel  a  month- 
and-a-half  after  she  first  met  him,  did 
Leslie  Caron  really  marry  a  millionaire  as 
so  many  envious  Hollywood  females  jeal- 
ously commented?  Was  it  really  love  or 
just  an  infatuation  that  has  burned  itself 
out? 

To  begin  with  they  are  completely, 
madly,  and  tempestuously  in  love,  as  only 
young  people  can  be  in  love,  young  people 
who  realize  that  in  a  matter  of  weeks  they 
will  be  separated,  perhaps  for  years,  and 
realizing  this,  live  each  day  as  if  it  were 
their  last,  with  all  the  passion  and  ardor 
and  stamina  they  can  summon. 
I  "In  April,"  Leslie  says,  "Geordie  must 
report  to  the  Coast  Guard.  He  will  have 
jto  serve  two  years.  I  don't  like  to  think 
of  it,  but  when  he's  gone,  I  guess  I'll  go 
back  into  training  again.  Since  our  mar- 
riage I  haven't  been  in  real  training.  I 
mean  when  you  (Continued  on  page  78)  . ! 


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he  owns  in  Culver  City — which  may  account 
for  his  physical  breakdown. 

SKIRMISHES  OF  THE  MONTH: 

Jeff  Hunter,  by  all  odds  the  most  circum- 
spect and  well-behaved  of  Hollywood  actors, 
gave  away  one  of  his  two  tickets  for  the 
London  premiere  of  Snows  Of  Kilimanjaro, 
because  he  wanted  to  arrive 
at    the    theater  unaccom- 
panied (wifey  Barbara  Rush 
was  in  Hollywood  at  the 
time).  Jeff  explained  to  his 
British  press  agent  that  he 
didn't  want  to  do  anything 
that  would  make  it  seem 
he  was  "dating"  while  away 
from  his  family.  No  sooner 
had  he  arrived  in  the  theater 
lobby    than    another  press 
agent  brought  Coleen  Gray  over  for  a  chat 
with  Jeff.  A  dozen  cameramen  got  busy.  Next 
morning's  papers  showed  Jeff  and  Coleen  ar- 
riving together  at  the  preem !  .  .  .  Which  20th- 
Fox's  London  reps  found  amusing — all,  that 
is,  save  Jeff,  because  his  carefully  laid  plan 
had  gone  awry! 

Marilyn  Monroe's  doctor  told  her  she 
wouldn't  have  so  many  colds  if  she  wouldn't 
run  around  her  bedroom  barefooted  .  .  . 
During  his  first  ten  weeks  back  in  Hollywood 
from  Paris,  John  Rarrymore,  Jr. —  a  party- 
thrower — was  asked  to  move  from  four  apart- 
ments .  .  .  Jackie  Robertson  took  off  for 
Oklahoma  to  tell  her  troubles  to  Dale's  closest 
kin,  who  apparently  understand  him  better 
than  his  wife  does!  Maybe  Jackie  got  some 
pointers  .  .  .  Betsy  von  Furstenberg  long- 
distanced  Hollywood  from  New  York  that 
she's  definitely  not  going  to  marry  Franchot 
Tone,  if  anybody  cares  .  .  .  Silliest  stunt  of 
the  year:  co-starring  Barbara  Payton  and 
Sonny  Tufts  in  a  quickie  called  Run  For  The 
Hills. 

FUNNIES: 

On  the  set  of  Paramount's  Here  Come  The 
Girls,  Tony  Martin  was  kidding  Arlene  Dahl 
about  her  romance   with   Fernando  Lamas. 
Then  Tony  was  called  on 
stage  to   sing   one  of  the 
songs  for  Girls  that  he  had 
pre-recorded.  As  he  opened 
his  mouth  to  sing  Arlene 
gave  the  signal  and  out  of 
Tony's  mouth  poured  Fer- 
nando's  voice  singing  "Vilia" 
from   The   Merry   Widow  I 
Arlene      had  supplanted 
Tony's  pre-recording  with  a 
record    of    Fernando  bor- 
rowed from  MGM  .  .  .  Time,  says  Danny 
Thomas,  is  the  stuff  between  paydays  .  .  . 
And  women  and  money,  says  Steve  Coch- 
ran, are  the  same — keep  'em  both  active  or 
they  lose  interest!   .  .  .  Barbara  Stanwyck 
and  Bob  Wagner  were  trying  to  think  of  a 
better  title  than  Nearer  My  God  To  Thee, 
which  is  about  the  sinking  of  the  Titanic. 
Barbara  suggested  Bottoms  Up! 

Doris  Day's  son,  Terry,  is  just  beginning 
to  realize  his  Mommy  is  a  big  star.  He  asked 
her  to  autograph  a  photo  for  the  man  next 
door.  Doris  was  signing  her  name  to  a  head 
photo  when  Terry  jolted,  her  with  this:  "But 


Lamas 


how  about  a  picture  of  all  of  you — 'cause 
he  likes  to  look  at  all  of  you,  Mommy!" 
.  .  .  Short  Short  Story  with  absolutely  no 
moral,  from  the  Paramount  Studio  Club 
News:  "For  Sale,  platinum  wedding  ring  with 
nine  diamonds,  $150  value  for  $60.  Also  semi- 
modern  davenport,  excellent  condition"  .  .  . 
Susie  Hayward  walked  under  the  canvas  of  a 
set  for  White  Witch  Doctor,  in  which  she's  co- 
starring  with  Bob  Mitchum,  and  said,  "Seems 
funny  to  go  into  my  tent  and  not  find  Greg 
Peck  propped  up  on  a  cot  in  there,  listening 
for  a  hyena!"  .  .  .  Jack  Benny  was  getting 
a  haircut  at  Jerry  Rothschild's  barbershop  in 
Beverly  Hills.  The  barber  stopped  him  with 
this:  "What  do  you  want  to  do  today,  Mr. 
Benny,  tell  stories — or  pay  cash?"  .  .  .  And 
when  Marie  Wilson  met  dignified,  dapper 
Frank  Stanton,  the  president  of  CBS,  she 
looked  admiringly  at  his  luxurious  gray 
thatch  and  said,  "You  have  lovely  hair— 
who  does  it?"  . 

HOLLYWOOD  HEARTBEATS: 

Vera-Ellen  gave  Dean  Miller  the  sweater 
she  knitted  for  him  and  said  goodbye  to  him 
.  .  .  Wanda  Hendrix  gifted  Ralph  Meeker  with 
an    expensive    silver   manuscript   holder  for 
Christmas  .  .  .  Walton  Wickett,  an  electronics 
engineer  from  Palo  Alto,  Calif.,  was  Olivia  de 
Havilland's  first  date  after 
her    divorce    from  Marcus 
Goodrich.  This  was  only  a 
■  few  days  after  Olivia  ac- 
cidentally   ran    into  Joan 
Fontaine  in  front  of  Ro- 
manoff's and  made  up  that 
long-standing     feud  right 
then  and  there!  .  .  .  Craig 
Hill  rushed  back  from  ski- 
ing to  escort  Susan  Zanuck, 
his  boss's  daughter,  to  Ethel 
Merman's  white-tie-&-tails  farewell-to-Holly- 
wood  party  .  .  .  Only  thing  hotter  than  Rita 
Hayworth's  romance  with  Count  Villapadierna 
as  we  went  to  press  was  Aly  Khan's  amour 
with  Gene  Tierney  .  .  .  There  was  no  honey- 
moon for  Jane  Wyman.  She  went  right  to 
work  for  Warners  in  So  Big  .  .  .  Tab  Hunter 
wrapped  a  rich-looking  rock  (a  diamond  to 
vou!)  around  Judy  Powell's  finger — but  not 
the   finger!   Remember   Judy?   Used  to  be 
Dan  Dailey's  Gal  Friday. 

Bob  Taylor  bought  Ursula  Thiess  some  lug- 
gage and  right  away  everybody  was  prophesy- 
ing they  would  elope  .  .  .  Soothsayers  were 
also  predicting  that  Lana  Turner  would  di- 
vorce Bob  Topping  in  California,  as  well  as 
in  Nevada,  in  order  to  protect  her  community 
property  rights  .  .  .  Roberta  Haynes,  Gary 
Cooper's  new  leading  lady,  has  been  torching 
for  Marlon  Brando.  But  Marlon's  100  per- 
cent for  Movita  ...  I  heard  an  interesting 
story  about  Bing  Crosby.  It's  said  he  pat- 
terned himself  after  three  people  in  his  life: 
hot  trumpeter  Bix  Beiderbecke,  hot  jazz 
singer  Louie  Armstrong,  and  Dixie  Crosby!  I 
had  heard  about  Bix  and  Louie  but  never  the 
angle  about  Dixie.  It's  news  to  me,  and-  I'm 
sure  it  will  be  to  you,  that  his  unique  delivery 
was  inspired  by  her  and  patterned  after  her. 
Dixie,  you  know,  was  in  the  acting  game 
long  before  Bing  (she  retired  to  become  a 
devoted  wife  and  mother),  so  this  well- 
authenticated  story  rings  true. 


de  Havilland 


WHO'S  MAD  AT  WHOM: 

Rumors  were  flying  thick  and  fast  from 
Europe  that  Greg  and  Greta  Peck  were  fini, 
kaput,  busted  up !  .  .  .  And  ditto— Gene  and 


Betsy  Kelly  .  .  .  What  a  month  for  that 
sort  of  thing — they  were  also  saying  it  about 
Dick  and  Nora  Eddington 
Flynn  Haymes ;  about  Keefe 
and  Norma  Brasselle;  about 
Danny  and  Sylvia  Kaye; 
and  about  Mary  Castle  and 
Sy  Bartlett  ...  To  kill  off 
that  silly  feud,  Doris  Day 
dedicated  a  song  on  her  air- 
show  to  Peggy  Lee  (Peggy, 
you  may  remember,  is  sup- 
posed to  have  won  the  part 
that  Dons  wanted  in  The 
Jazz  Singer!)  .  .  .  Audrey  Totter  is  a  Chris- 
tian Scientist  and  her  husband,  Dr.  Leo  Fred, 
is  an  M.D.  .  .  .  Scott  Brady  and  Diana  Lynn 
thought  they  were  all  set  to  co-star  in  The 
Moon  Is  Blue  until  producer  Otto  Preminger 
changed  his  mind  overnight  and  decided  he 
wanted  Bill  Holden  and  Terry  Moore.  The 
roof  fell  in ! 

Annie  Sheridan  carries  a  vial  of  bitters  in 
her  purse  in  case  her  host  serves  gin  but  no 
bitters  .  .  .  Phyllis  Ferrer,  Jose's  estranged 
spouse,  is  practicing  dancing.  And  so's  Rose- 
mary Clooney,  who's  supposed  to  be  Jose's 
next  spouse.  But  you  can  rest  assured  they're 
not  practicing  for  the  same  part!  .  .  .  Jane 
Powell  got  so  excited  she  had  to  leave  the 
opening  of  Jose  Greco's  dance  troupe  here. 
And  two  hours  later  her  new  daughter  ar- 
rived .  .  .  Liz  Dailey  was  with  Bob  Neal 
and  Dan  Dailey  was  with  Beetsy  Wynn, 
Keenan's  estranged  wife,  at  the  Greco  shindig. 
Talk  about  deep-freezers !  .  .  .  Craig  Stevens 
wasn't  a  bit  amused  that  Alexis  Smith  and 
Bill  Bowers  were  dating  while  he  was  in  New 
York. 

SEX  APPEAL: 

Dennis  Morgan  reports  he  overheard  his 
very  young  daughter  in  a  conversation  with 
her  very  young  girl  friend, 
saying,  "Yeah,  but  all 
men  are  nice  till  you  marry 
'em!"  .  .  .  Annie  Blyth 
wears  a  fur  called,  oddly, 
"naked  mink"  to  parties  .  .  . 
Debra  Paget  fixed  up  her 
new  apartment  this  way: 
Black  walls  in  the  living 
room,  against  which  is  set 
a  12-foot  white  couch.  And 
her  bedroom  walls  are  cov- 
ered with  white  satin  .  .  .  One  of  the  most 
beautiful  things  about  the  opening  of  the 
Palm  Springs  El  Mirador:  Penny  Edwards  in 
a  sun  suit  .  .  .  Virginia  Mayo  wore  a  fluffy 
something  she  described  as  "Mamie  Eisen- 
hower Pink"  at  the  preem  of  The  Jazz 
Singer  .  .  .  Wait'll  you  see  Katie  Grayson  as 
a  blonde  in  The  Grace  Moore  Story.  She's 
soooo  easy  to  love !  .  .  .  Melinda  Markey, 
Joan  Bennett's  daughter,  shrank  her  19-inch 
waist  another  inch,  and  don't  ask  me  how. 

Every  time  Betty  Grable  returns  to  20th- 
Fox  from  suspension  she  looks  younger  than 
the  time  before!  .  .  .  Mitzi  Gaynor  went  back 
on  the  payroll,  same  studio,  pounds  lighter 
thanks  to  something  called  the  "Mayo  diet" 
[  .  .  And  Ruth  Roman  slimmed  down  to  a 
Sleek  119  only  two  weeks  after  the  birth  of 
Richard  Roman  Hall  .  .  .  Farley  Granger 
(developed  a  tremendous  set  of  muscles  for 
■  Golden  Blade,  then  turned  down  the  picture. 
Now  he's  stuck  with  the  muscles  .  .  .  Teresa 
Wright  screamed  when  they  made  her  a 
blonde  for  The  Steel  Trap.  But  most  of  the 
newspaper  reviewers  commented  about  her 
new  sexiness ! 


Calhoun 


ODDS  BODKINS: 

They  have  to  paste  on  false  eyelashes  to 
make  Peggy  Lee's  look  longer— and  powder 
down  Rory  Calhoun's  natural  long  lashes  be- 
cause they  look  too  artificial  on  a  man  .  .  . 
Tony  Curtis  has  turned  into 
a  fine  magician,  thanks  to 
his  role  in  Houdini.  The 
kid's  good !  .  .  .  Jerry  Lewis 
gifted  Dean  Martin  with, a 
child's  scooter  .  .  .  And  this 
was  Pete  Lawford's  bon 
voyage  gift  to  Cary  Grant 
and  Betsy  Drake  before 
they  took  off  'round-the- 
world:  a  traveling  coffeepot 
monogrammed  "Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Beartrap"  .  .  .  Faith  Domergue  swears 
she  got  that  black  eye  not  from  her -husband 
but  from  her  child — insists  she  was  tucking 
the  kid  in  for  the  night  and  his  fist  shot  out 
from  under  the  covers  and  gouged  her  orb !  .  .  . 
Marlene  Dietrich  was  SO  years  old  last  Dec. 
27th  .  .  .  Joanne  Dru,  who  handles  children 
so  well  in  My  Pal  Gus,  sends  her  own  to  a 
psychoanalyst  .  .  .  And  Donald  and  Gwen 
O'Connor,  who  got  together  again  after  a 
separation  as  we  were  writing  this,  split  up  in 
the  first  place,  in  the  opinion  of  their  friends, 
because  they  went  to  the  same  analyst ! 

Ronald  Reagan,  the  distinguished  Screen 
Actors  Guild  prexy,  walked  down  the  theater 
aisle  at  the  Bwana  Devil  preem  in  a  tuxedo 
and  carrying  a  big  bag  of  popcorn  .  .  .  Ruth 
Hussey  gave  up  smoking  after  the  fourth 
matchbox  exploded  in  her  hands  .  .  .  After 
22  years  in  Hollywood,  Groucho  Marx  broke 
down  and  bought  a  swimming  pool  .  .  .  Jimmy 
Durante  learned  the  hard  way  that  Lily  Pons 
eats  garlic  before  every  television  performance 
.  .  .  Van  Johnson  now  wears  red  suede  ankle- 
high  slippers  with  his  dinner  clothes.  He 
started  the  red  sox  fad,  remember?  .  .  .  Because 
of  Piper  Laurie's  unnaturally  red  hair,  Gene 
Evans,  playing  the  villain  who  menaces  Piper 
in  Golden  Blade,  had  to  dye  his  natural  red 
locks  and  beard  a  shiny  black. 

HOME  FIRES  BURNING: 

John  Wayne's  oldest  son,  Michael,  cele- 
brated his  18th  birthday.  Are  you  too  young  to 
remember  when  Loretta  Young  was  Michael's 
Godmother  ?  I'm  not !  .  .  . 
Elaine  Mahnken  Rooney, 
the  Mick's  new  wife,  wants 
a  movie  career  terribly 
much,  although  she  keeps 
insisting,  and  very  coyly, 
that  she  doesn't  .  .  .  Most 
dramatic  Hollywood  story 
of  the  year:  Joan  Leslie's 
courageous  battle  to  rid  her 
medico  mate  of  the  dope 
habit  .  .  .  Angela  Lansbury 
and  Peter  Shaw  put  their  Valley  chalet  up 
for  sale  .  .  .  And,  at  British  producer  Jimmy 
Woolf's  party,  Tony  Bartley,  Deborah  Kerr's 
husband,  leaned  over  me  to  shout  at  Angela: 
"Angie,  dahling,  you  look  divinely  pregnant !" 

Clifton  Webb  had  the  outside  of  his  house 
painted  lavender  .  .  .  Gordon  and  Sheila  Mac- 
Rae  are  practicing  a  new  nightclub  act  to- 
gether, for  when,  if  and  ever  they  decide 
to  go  out  on  the  road  together  to  turn  a 
pretty  penny  or  two !  .  .  .  Richard  Todd's 
new  son  was  christened  Peter  Grant  Pale- 
thorpe  Todd  .  .  .  Slats  and  Louis  Calhern 
reconciled.  There'll  be  no  divorce  .  .  .  Mike 
Wilding's  pet  name  for  Liz  Taylor — believe 
it  or  not — is  "Drawers'- ! 


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(Continued  from  page  75)  are  in  the  ballet, 
you  work  all  day,  all  night.  You're  always 
rehearsing.  You're  so  tired  at  the  end  of  a 
day,  you  have  no  time  for  love,  no  time  for 
anything  but  to  rest  and  then  dance  to- 
morrow. With  Geordie  here,  all  my  time 
has  gone  for  him,  for  us,  for  our  marriage. 
But  after  he  goes,  I  will  have  to  throw 
myself  into  my  work,  dance,  dance,  dance. 

"It's  a  great  pity  when  our  marriage  is 
just  getting  started,  but  other  young 
couples  have  to  face  the  same  thing.  May- 
be Geordie  will  be  stationed  around  here 
for  a  while  and  maybe  I  can  see  him  on 
weekends. 

"It  is  a  wonderful  thing  to  have  a  career 
and  act  in  movies,  but  Geordie  is  really  the 
most  important  thing  in  my  life.  I  love 
to  dance,  but  I  want  a  family,  lots  of 
children.  Don't  be  surprised,  ten,  twelve, 
as  many  as  that.  French  women  like  large 
families,  and  I  am  French,  and  in  Geordie, 
I  have  a  half-French  husband." 

The  object  of  this  intense  Gallic  affec- 
tion, Geordie  Hormel,  says,  "There 
have  been  so  many  incorrect  stories  writ- 
ten about  Leslie  and  me,  I  wish  you'd  get 
the  record  straight.  Everytime  I  pick  up 
a  newspaper  I  read  that  I'm  a  millionaire. 
That  isn't  so. 

"The  plain,  simple  truth  is  that  I'm 
about  $40,000  in  debt.  I  was  in  debt  when 
Leslie  married  me,  and  I  told  her  all  about 
it,  so  this  stuff  about  her  marrying  big 
money  is  a  lot  of  bunk.  I  have  to  pay 
interest  on  the  money  I  borrowed,  and 
right  now,  Leslie  has  more  money  in 
the  bank,  savings  from  her  own  salary, 
than  I've  ever  had.  My  grandfather 
founded  the  company  in  Austin,  and  my 
father  is  chairman  of  the  board,  but  that 
doesn't  mean  I'm  a  millionaire  or  will  even 
inherit  the  company.  I  have  two  brothers, 
and  besides  there  are  more  than  500,000 
shares  of  stock  outstanding.  All  it  means 
is  that  I  can  work  in  a  meatpacking  com- 
pany, and  that's  what  I  did  for  three  years 
before  I  came  out  to  the  coast  and  started 
to  experiment  with  my  recordings." 

What  Geordie  does  with  music  is  to 
record  one  instrument  at  a  time  on  tape 
and  then  dub  the  individual  tapes  onto  a 
master  so  that  eventually  13  to  18  wind 
instruments  are  recorded  on  one  tape. 

Several  of  these  unusual  recordings  have 
been  released  to  the  public  and  while 
they've  sold  fairly  well,  Geordie  has  yet 
to  earn  back  much  of  the  $30,000  it  has  cost 
him  to  experiment.  Two  of  his  newest 
recordings,  released  by  Coral,  are 
"Twenty-Five  Chickens"  and  "Sweet 
Georgia  Brown."  Recording  engineers  in- 
sist, however,  that,  "This  kid  is  liable  to  hit, 
and  when  he  does,  the  dough  will  come 
rolling  in.  Like  Les  Paul,  he's  got  some 
unique  recording  ideas  and  one  of  them 
is  bound  to  click." 

Oddly  enough,  while  Leslie  and  Geordie 
care  deeply  for  each  other,  they  don't 
particularly  care  for  each  other's  work. 
"Leslie  is  strictly  a  longhair  when  it  comes 
to  music,"  Geordie  says,  "Bach,  Brahms, 
and  Beethoven.  And  quite  frankly,  I  don't 
enjoy  the  ballet.  I  think  Leslie  is  a  won- 
derful actress  and  will  even  be  more  so, 
which  is  why  I'm  glad  her  studio  is  putting 
her  in  dramatic  roles.  For  years  she's 
wanted  to  become  the  world's  greatest 
ballerina,  but  in  order  to  do  that,  a  girl 
has  to  pretty  much  give  up  men.  It's 
completely  exhausting  work,  and  I  think 
I've  talked  her  out  of  that.  An  actress, 
yes — but  the  world's  greatest  ballerina — 
that's  out.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  I  had  no 
idea  she  was  a  dancer  when  I  first  saw 
her,  or  that  Gene  Kelly  had  discovered 
her  in  Paris  or  that  Metro  had  signed  her." 

Leslie  and  Geordie  took  their  first  look 
at  each  other  when  Roland  Petit,  the  im- 
presario of  the  Ballet  de  Paris,  came  to 


Hollywood  with  his  troupe  in  1951,  was 
entertained  by  Howard  Hughes,  and  tossed 
a  swimming  party.  Geordie  Hormel  was 
invited  and  eventually  asked  his  host  to 
introduce  him  to  the  little  French  girl 
whose  coiffure  resembled  a  rag  mop.  She 
was  also  dressed  in  a  bathing  suit  that  left 
precious  little  to  the  imagination. 

Geordie  and  Leslie  said  hello  to  each 
other,  and  that  was  that!  No  spark,  no  love 
at  first  sight.  A  little  physical  awakening, 
but  that's  all.   Fade  out! 

Fade  in  a  week  or  so  later.  Geordie 
Hormel  has  returned  from  San  Francisco 
to  Bel  Air  where  his  parents  have  a  man- 

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I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

While  out  walk- 
ing my  dog  one 
day,  I  stopped  to 
watch  some  ragged 
youngsters  play- 
ing football  in  a 
vacant  lot.  The  ball 
they  were  playing 
with  rolled  into 
the  street,  and  a 
car,  coming  along 
right  at  that  mo- 
ment, ran  over  the  ball,  ruining  it.  A 
pretty  girl  saw  what  had  happened, 
and  going  over  to  the  young  owner  of 
the  damaged  ball,  she  gave  him 
enough  money  to  buy  a  new  one. 
Who  was  the  girl?  Debbie  Reynolds! 

J.  Schultz 
Cleveland,  Ohio 

sion  worthy  of  their  position  in  American 
industry. 

Here  Geordie  learns  from  his  kid 
brother,  Jimmy,  that  he  and  a  friend  are 
going  out  with  three  ballet  dancers,  Simon 
Mostovy,  Mireille  Lefevre,  and  Leslie 
Caron.  "Why  don't  you  come  along?" 
Jimmy  asked.  "We  need  another  guy." 

The  boys  drove  down  to  Beecher's,  a 
barbecue  restaurant  on  La  Cienega 
and  St.  Monica  Boulevards  in  Los  Angeles 
where  the  girls  were  having  dinner. 

"Geordie  and  Jimmy  were  late,"  Leslie 
recalls,  "and  since  they  had  tickets  for 
Finian's  Rainbow,  we  had  to  be  downtown 
by  8:30.  You  know  what  Geordie  does? 
When  the  waitress  brings  him  his  ham 
dinner,  he  empties  the  whole  plate  in  his 
pocket  and  says,  'Okay,  let's  go.'  Hon- 
estly, I  thought  he  was  crazy,  crazy  but 
cute.  He  didn't  know  I  could  speak  any 
English,  so  we  hardly  spoke  at  all.  He 
would  look  at  me,  and  I  would  look  at  him, 
and  we  said  very  few  words. 

"After  the  show  we  went  backstage  to 
see  Ella  Logan,  and  she  invited  us  to  a 
party  in  Coldwater  Canyon.  Sometime 
during  the  night,  she  asked  me  for  my 
phone  number,  to  invite  me  to  another 
party,  I  guess,  and  I  said  the  number  real 
loud  so  that  Geordie  would  hear  it.  The 
next  day  I  wasn't  surprised  at  all  when  he 
called  me." 

According  to  Geordie's  memory,  "Leslie 
was  living  in  a  one-room  apartment  across 
from  the  studio  at  the  time.  I  went  down 
to  see  her  the  next  day.  We  drove  out 
to  the  beach,  then  to  my  folks'  house,  then 
around  town.  Then  I  asked  her  to  marry 
me. 

"  'Geordie,  she  said.  You  are  crazy!' 
'No,'  I  said,  'I'm  not  crazy!   I'm  in  love.' 

"I  know  it  sounds  foolish  and  impetuous 
to  ask  a  girl  to  marry  you  on  the  second 
date,  but  I  can  honestly  say  that  I've 
never  had  a  wrong  impulse  that  was  im- 
portant. Instinctively,  I  felt  that  Leslie 
was  the  right  girl  for  me.  I  told  her  about 
my  indebtedness,  how  I'd  borrowed 
$40,000  from  a  holding  company,  how  I'd 


started  to  build  a  house  back  in  Austin 
and  had  given  it  up.  I  told  her  how  much 
I'd  put  into  my  recordings,  but  she  didn't 
seem  to  care  at  all  about  money.  She'd  had 
very  little  of  it  as  a  girl  and  she'd  de- 
veloped very  well.  She  and  her  family 
were  very  happy.  She  knew  that  while 
money  was  important,  it  could  never  buy 
happiness. 

"I  told  my  mother  and  brothers  about 
her.  They  took  to  her  at  once.  My 
mother  is  French,  you  know.  Daddy  met 
her  during  World  War  I  when  he  was 
a  lieutenant  stationed  in  France.  Her 
maiden  name  was  Germaine  du  Bois,  and 
her  father  was  in  the  wine  business. 
Mother  thought  Daddy  was  a  butcher 
when  she  married  him." 

Leslie  says  it  was  a  strange  and  won- 
derful wedding  she  had.  "Geordie's 
mother,  his  two  brothers,  and  my  brother 
all  flew  to  Las  Vegas.  Geordie  and  I  were 
married,  and  my  father-in-law's  chauffeur 
drove  us  back  to  San  Francisco  for  the 
opening  of  An  American  In  Paris.  A  week 
later  we  flew  to  Florida,  then  to  the  Virgin 
Islands  to  see  my  parents.  My  mother  is 
teaching  dancing  down  there,  and  my 
father  is  opening  a  little  store  in  town.  We 
also  visited  my  grandmother  on  the  island 
of  St.  Johns." 

When  Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  Hormel  re- 
turned to  Los  Angeles  they  lived  for  a 
short  period  in  the  Hormel  mansion,  but 
not  for  long.  Geordie  began  reading  the 
newspaper  advertisements  while  Leslie 
reported  for  work  at  Metro.  "I  must  have 
answered  over  200  ads,"  Geordie  recalls, 
"before  I  found  a  place  we  could  afford. 
It's  located  up  in  Laurel  Canyon  and  it 
costs  us  $125  a  month." 

["  eslie  and  her  husband  live  in  a  modern 
*^  house  in  which  the  living  room  and 
kitchen  are  divided  by  a  serving  counter. 


They  sleep  in  one  bedroom  and  have  two 
other  rooms  for  guests.  Leslie  bakes  ex- 
tremely well  and  does  most  of  the  cooking. 
She  has  one  girl,  Boots  Sirshing,  whose 
sister  works  for  the  Hormel  family  back 
in  Minnesota,  to  help  her  with  the  house 
work. 

The  Hormels  work  diligently  at  their 
respective  professions  and  hardly  ever 
attend  social  functions  of  any  nature. 
"We've  been  to  one  party  in  a  year," 
Leslie  says.  "That  was  Chuck  Walter's 
cocktail  party.  Being  with  each  other  is 
really  enough  for  us." 

Leslie  says  that  so  far  she's  been  able 
to  mix  her  career  and  her  marriage  and 
enjoy  life  to  the  fullest.  After  he  finishes 
his  years  with  the  Coast  Guard,  however, 
Geordie  will  probably  return  to  the  family 
business  in  Minnesota,  in  which  event 
Leslie  says,  "I  will  go  with  him,  of  course, 
and  without  any  regrets.  I  can  adapt  my- 
self to  anything  Geordie  wants  and  wher- 
ever he  wants  it,  because  he  is  a  good 
man  and  a  fair  man  and  an  honest  man, 
and  such  a  husband  is  very  rare  and  very 
hard  to  find,  and  if  a  girl  has  one  she 
should  hold  on  to  a  good  thing.  I  don't 
know  what  the  future  holds  for  me,  but 
I  have  tasted  a  little  fame  and  a.  little 
money,  and  I  have  lived  with  Geordie,  and 
I  know  that  for  a  girl  like  me,  it  is  mar- 
riage and  a  family  that  is  important.  I 
will  try  to  escape  into  my  dancing  and  my 
work  while  Geordie  is  gone,  but  who  can 
run  away  from  her  heart?" 

As  for  Geordie  Hormel,  the  brash  young 
hepcat  who  proposed  and  was  accepted 
on  their  second  date,  he  was  asked  re- 
cently to  describe  his  bride  in  one  sen- 
tence. "I  can  tell  you  very  honestly,"  he 
said,  and  his  eyes  sparkled  as  he  said  it, 
"that  I've  never  been  married  before  but 
my  little  Leslie  Caron  is  the  best  wife  I 
ever  had."  END 


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(Continued  from  page  32)  known  as  the 
fellow  practically  engaged  to  Vera-Ellen 
(a  romance  now  over  but  not  forgotten, 
he  tells  you  in  torchy  tones)  than  for 
any  work  he  had  done  on  the  screen. 
Then,  by  reason  of  his  physique,  which 
is  a  spread  of  masculinity  six  feet,  three 
inches,  now  swinging  the  weight  indi- 
cator on  the  scale  over  to  205  pounds, 
he  got  the  role  of  a  prizefighter  opposite 
Jeff  Chandler  in  Iron  Man.  The  fans  had 
a  chance  to  take  a  good  look  at  him — 
that  did  the  trick.  In  the  mail  bags  de- 
livered to  the  studio  every  morning  and 
ordinarily  containing  hundreds  of  letters 
to  such  stars  as  Chandler,  Piper  Laurie, 
Tony  Curtis  and  Shelley  Winters,  there 
now  began  appearing  messages  to  Rock; 
first  by  twos  and  threes,  then  by  dozens, 
and  now  at  the  rate  of  something  like  3,000 
ia  month.  The  statistically-minded  pro- 
ducers didn't  wait  for  the  big  figures,  how- 
ever; they  could  tell  what  was  coming 
by  the  rate  of  increase.  Rock  was  away — 
and  running  steady. 

In  the  past  two  years  he  has  been  in  nine 
pictures,  winding  up  with  'Lawless  Breed, 
Seminole  and  Golden  Blade,  all  three  due 
p)  be  released  this  winter.  He  worked  for 
five  months  on  one  picture  without  a  day 
joff.  This  sounds  like  the  studio  is  rushing  a 
good  thing,  and  that  is  exactly  what  it  is 
doing.  But  Rock  doesn't  mind.  When  he 
says,  "It's  better  than  driving  a  truck,"  he 
means  just  that.  Driving  for  a  down-town 
Los  Angeles  produce  firm  he  heaved  so 
many  tons  of  lettuce  and  tomatoes  about 
in  his  time  that  just  the  sight  of  a  salad 
used  to  make  his  muscles  ache.    It  wasn't 


so  much  the  difficulty  of  his  work,  as  the 
boredom  of  it  that  made  him  look  to  the 
studios.  "You  want  to  know  why  truck 
drivers  whistle  at  girls?"  he  asked  the 
other  day.  "Well,  sitting  up  there  on  the 
high  seat,  they  are  going  crazy  from  noth- 
ing to  do  but  steer  that  big  crate  on 
wheels.  Why,  every  truck  driver  talks 
to  himself,  but  I  got  so  I  was  answering 
myself,  and  very  stupidly,  too.  That's 
when  I  got  scared  into  making  a  move." 

r^ESPiTE  his  growing  popularity,  which 
*-J  has  given  him  a  sense  of  security  pro- 
fessionally, Rock  has  still  not  settled  down 
to  his  new  prominence  socially.  He  does 
much  better  with  a  girl  he  knows  than 
a  girl  he  wants  to  know;  is  more  easily  a 
man  among  men  than  among  women;  is  a 
great  guy  for  sticking  close  to  old  friends 
like  the  Van  Johnsons,  Piper  Laurie  (and 
her  whole  family),  Barbara  Stanwyck,  his 
old  flame  Vera-Ellen  and  his  roommate 
Bob  Preble.  When  strangers  pay  him 
too  much  adulation  he  can  be  at  a  loss. 

Rock  finds  it  difficult  to  take  himself 
seriously.  One  day  a  studio  executive 
overheard  him  singing  in  his  dressing  room. 
Going  back  to  the  talent  rolls,  the  executive 
checked  Rock's  record  and  was  surprised 
to  find  no  mention  of  any  musical  ability. 
He  dashed  off  some  front-office  memos  to 
the  effect  that  a  Rock  Hudson  who  could 
sing  would  greatly  enhance  their  invest- 
ment in  him.  The  production  heads  all 
agreed  and  soon  Rock  was  ordered  to  re- 
port to  a  vocal  teacher.  Weeks  later  a 
newspaper  man  lunching  with  Rock  and  a 
member  of  the  publicity  department 
wanted  to  know  what  kind  of  a  voice  he 
had.  Rock  looked  puzzled  and  turned  to 
the  publicity  man.  "What  would  you  say?" 
he  asked.  (Continued  on  page  83) 


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"I  can't  make  left  turns  properly,"  says 
Piper  Laurie.  "That's  the  side  your  heart  is 
on,  and  in  anything  affecting  the  heart  .  .  .  who 
knows  which  way  to  turn?"  This  is  the 
eleventh  article  in  a  series  written  by  the 
stars  for  you,  the  readers  of  Modern  Screen 


Take  my  word  for  it 


by  PIPER  LAURIE,  star  columnist  for  March 


A  date  is  a  date  is  really  a  date 


I'VE  OFTEN  THOUGHT  I'D  LIKE  TO  WRITE.  Then  a 
chance  like  this  one  comes  along,  to  fill  up  a 
column  with  something  intelligent,  and  I'm  stuck. 
I  am  reminded  of  a  bit  of  verse  by  a  newspaper- 
man I  know,  and  I  feel  I'm  just  the  person  he 
had  in  mind  when  he  composed  the  following: 
Hanging's  the  thing  for  the  writer, 

At  the  end  of  a  rope  let  him  caper, 
Who  spoils  with  thoughts  mostly  stale, 
A  batch  of  fresh,  white  paper. 
Well  .  .  .  here  goes  anyway.  But  it  should  be 
plain  that  any  resemblance  between  what  I  write 
and  something  new  in  ideas  will  not  only  be  co- 
incidental, but  accidental  as  well.  The  only  precau- 
tion I  can  take  is  to  start  off  unpretentiously;  to 
talk  of  small  things  .  .  .  small  things,  like  earrings, 
fluff  and  left  turns  in  traffic.    After  that,  if  I  feel 
I  have  gotten  away  with  it,  comes  the  deep  stuff, 
the  philosophy. 

I  don't  like  to  speak  over  the  telephone.  Reason  ? 
I  am  always  wearing  earrings  and  they  hit  against 
the  receiver  (and  hurt  my  head).  Lots  of  women 
who  wear  earrings  must  have  the  same  trouble.  I 
suppose  it  would  be  asking  too  much  to  expect  the 
telephone  company  to  make  their  instruments  out 
of  soft  rubber  instead  of  the  hard  rubber  or  plastic 
they  use?  Yes  ...  too  much.  Forgive  me.  I  have 
hundreds  of  pairs  of  earrings,  from  dime  store  ones 
collected  when  I  was  a  youngster,  to  good  ones 
acquired  in  the  last  few  years. 

My  ears  aren't  pierced,  of  course.  I  don't  know 
of  any  girl  of  my  generation  with  pierced  ears. 
Yet  men  often  ask  about  it.  I  think  it  indicates  an 
indifference  to  what  is  going  on  in  the  feminine 
world.  What  if  I  should  ask,  "Do  you  wear  a  lob 
on  your  watch?" 

TO  GO  WITH  MY  EARRINGED  but  unpierced  ears  I 
generally  like  tailored  clothes  and,  even  for  formal 
evenings,  simple  gowns.  I  have  a  few  fluffy  things 
in  my  wardrobe  but  there  will  never  be  more  than 
a  few  because  I  think  they  are  effective  only  if 
worn  sparingly  ...  for  special  occasions.  It's  sort 
of  a  "making-your-entrance"  gown,  and  if  you  want 
it  to  be  effective  you  can't  be  dramatic  every  day 
in  the  week.  Sometimes  like  my  taste  in  flowers;  I 
like  roses  and  sweet  peas  equally,  but  I  prefer  the 
light  fragrance  of  sweet  peas  most  of  the  time  and 
the  scent  of  roses  only  on  occasion.  That  way,  when 
I  do  smell  a  rose,  a  rose  is  a  rose  is  really  a  rose — 
which  is  what  Gertrude  Stein  really  meant  maybe 
when  she  first  wrote  it  that  way! 

For  this  reason  I  don't  much  care  about 
spectacular  dresses  ...  or  any  clothes  which 
overshadow  the  wearer.     I  like  to  have  people 


notice  me  before  they  notice  my  dress  .  .  .  cr 
at  least  reasonably  soon  afterwards.  You  take 
the  hat  with  the  feather  in  it  shooting  sky- 
wards; it's  provocative,  all  right,  catches  the 
eye  immediately.  But  I  am  also  certain  that 
the  more  intelligent  understand  it  for  what 
it  is  actually — an  artificial  way  of  attracting 
attention  which,  in  the  long  run,  would  be 
far  more  complimentary  if  caught  and  held  by 
personality.  Maybe  I  have  put  this  too  flatly. 
I'm  not  against  feathers,  or  any  gay  eye- 
catching devices,  as  such.  In  a  way  these  are 
the  marks  of  femininity.  But  I'm  against  just 
these  with  nothing  to  back  them  up.  You  put 
a  feather  in  your  hat  and  catch  a  man.  But 
if  he's  worth  anything  you  won't  be  able  to 
catch  him  with  just  a  feather.  I'm  still  not 
making  myself  clear,  I  suppose.  Oh.  well 
a  rose  is  a  rose  is  a  rose! 


SUPPOSING  I'VE  CAUGHT  MY  MAN  and  it  know 
time  for  us  to  get  a  home  (with  writers  these 
things  happen  fast).  What  kind  of  home  do  I 
want?  I  have  often  thought  that  I'd  like  a 
neat  but  not  glittery  place,  that  there  must 
be  one  spot  I  can  muss,  like  a  den.  Size  doesn't 
bother  me  much  except  that  the  more 
moderate  the  better,  I  am  sure.  I  know  I  don't 
want  it  filled  with  a  thousand  things  that 
must  be  fussed  over  and  cleaned  and  walked 
past  on  tiptoes.  There  is  such  a  thing  as  being 
a  slave  to  one's  home  if  it  is  filled  with  all  the 
bric-a-brac  and  nonsense  you  can  get  todav. 
A  woman  should  be  able  to  turn  to  better 
things,  should  have  the  time  for  it.  A  home 
to  me  is  a  way  of  living  as  much  as  it  is  a 
place  to  live  in.  Its  material  contents  are  not 
one  tenth  as  important  as  the  human'  con- 
tents. 

But  I  am  outspeeding  my  column,  as  well 
as  the  imaginative  life  I  am  leading  in  it.  I 
have  given  myself  a  husband  without  going 
through  the  trouble  of  selecting  him.  How  is 
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IN  OTHER  WORDS,  how  we  primp  and  fuss  and 
rave  trying  to  achieve  a  very  simple  goal 
—happiness.  Just  happiness.  Thats  all. 
The  blueprint  is  far  from  involved.  A  girl 
grows  up,  love  is  born,  there  is  marriage,  she 
keeps  house,  has  children  ...  and  there  it  is. 
So  why  does  life  consist  of  passing  from  one 
problem  to  another?  It  starts  when  you  are 
a  child  and  I  don't  suppose  it  ever  quits. 
Young  boys  don't  worry  too  much,  but  young 
girls,  I  know,  grab  for  their  problems  way 
ahead  of  time.  Take  my  case. 

Should  I  be  a  manicurist?  (This  was  at  ten  ) 
Oh  I  had  to  be  a  manicurist;  how  else  could 
I  be  happy?  Should  I  be  a  girl  jockey?  (This 
was  at  14,  I  think,  after  riding  a  beautiful 
pony  and  feeling  like  the  tallest  girl  in  the 
world.)  Oh,  yes.  I  was  certain  that  nothing 
else   could   give  me  that  same,  wonderful, 
exalted  feeling.  Should  I  be  a  lady  gardener 
and  grow  beautiful  roses  and  sweet  peas  and 
just  live  a  gentle,  peaceful  life  all  by  myself? 
(This  at  IS,  when  I  decided  I  was  through 
with  boys.)  On  and  on  I  went,  going  through 
different  phases,  being  20  kinds  of  person 
and  never  realizing  I  was  wasting  good  time 
and  energy  just  fencing  with  shadows.  Be- 
cause whether  I  am  a  lady  gardener  or  a 
girl  jockey  has  very  little  to  do  with  my 
chances  for  happiness.  I  know  this  because  the 
fact,  for  instance,  that  I  finished  up  sur- 
prisingly as  a  movie  actress  doesn't  in  the  least 
alter  the  main  problem  .  .     the  problem  of 
setting  one's  mature  life  on  a  socially  and 
emotionally  rewarding  level.  Every  angle  of 
the  problem   remains  .  .  .  including  a  few 
special  ones.  T  think.  I  mean  I  still  have  to 
find  the  man— or  he  find  me— and  in  Holly- 
wood this  is  not  as  easy  as  other  places  per- 
haps       not  that  it  is  easy  anywhere.  Holly- 
wood is  a  place  where  there  is  a  commercial 
value  put  on  exactly  the  thing  you  first  look 
for  in  a  person  .  -     his  personality.  It  takes 
a  little  longer  here,  when  you  meet  a  person, 
to  decide  whether  they  are  for  real  or  for 
sale  Inasmuch  as  I  wouldn't  necessarily  want 
to  marrv  the  same  man  I  wouldn't  at  all  mind 
starring  onoosite,  it  becomes  a  bit  of  a  prob- 
lem to  decide  which  he  is. 

I  THINK  I  AM  HONEST,  yet  I  know  I  am  not  as 
honest  as  I  could  be  .  .  .  there  are  too  many 
chances  to  hurt  the  feelings  of  people  here. 
I  have  had  to  learn  to  fit  into  the  general  life 
of  the  film  colony,  just  as  everyone  else  has, 
and  very  likely  a  boy,  who  might  otherwise 
like  me,  looks  upon  me  with  suspicion  instead. 
I  have  often  gone  to  gatherings  where  there 
were  mostly  non-professionals  and  noticed 
men  I  would  like  to  meet.  But  it  seemed  to  me 
^hev  were  warv  of  me.  We  might  be  introduced 
and  we  might  talk,  but  rarely  with  any  feeling 
of  really  getting  to  know  each  other. 


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ONCE  THERE  WAS  A  BOY  I  felt  very  much  like 
encouraging.  In  fact,  when  time  passed  and 
I  heard  nothing  from  him  I  played  around 
with  the  idea  of  calling  him.  And  this,  of 
course,  brings  up  that  old  and  unfair  situation 
between  the  sexes.  You  can't  phone  such  a 
fellow  and  say,  "Remember  me?  I  met  you 
at  Soandso's  party.  How  would  you  like  to  do 
something  Saturday  night?"  You  can't  do  it. 
I'll  break  down  and  tell  you  that  I  have 
even  tried  it  once  about  four  years  ago  .  .  .  you 
can't  do  it!  If  it  didn't  scare  the  guy  it  cer- 


continued  from  page  81 

tainly  puzzled  him.  I  got  plain  nowhere. 
"Who?"  he  asked. 

"Rosetta  Jaedos,"  I  replied.  "You  know  .  .  . 
I  met  you  .  .  .  (et  cetera  and  et  cetera). 

"Oh "  (Long  pause  .  .  .  followed  by  hem- 
ming and  hawing  followed  by  embarrassed 
and  unsuccessful  attempts  on  my  part  to  end 
the  conversation  without  exposing  the  tact 
that  I  felt  like  a  fool.) 

Ugh!  That's  what  I  thought  about  myselt 
right  then ! 

There  is,  besides  the  boy,  the  problem  ot 
whether  you  are  definitely  ready  for  marriage. 
For  a  career  girl  this  becomes  a  very  sharp 
problem.  No,  a  career  isn't  everything.  But  it  is 
something.  You  can  pour  a  lot  of  yourself 
into  it  and  you  can  get  a  lot  of  satisfaction 
out  of  it.  It  is  something  to  think  about  .  . 
tossing  it  aside,  or  even  shunting  it  to  a  less 
important  place  in  your  life. 

I  have  a  girl  friend  who  thinks  everyone 
is  born  with  a  romantic  pill  in  them,  and  that 
when  the  pill  breaks  they  know  they  are 
o-rown  up  and  it  is  time  to  marry  and  settle 
down.  I  am  partial  to  another  theory,  the 
buzzer  theory,  myself.  I  think  we  all  have 
a  buzzer  inside  of  us  that  starts  ringing  the 
moment  we  are  born,  so  faintly  at  first  we 
are  only  partly  affected  by  it  (we  play  with 
dolls  and  like  bright  ribbons  in  our  hair),  and 
so  steadily  later  that  we  have  become  used  to 
it   But  a  day  comes  when  something  turns 
on  the  volume  sharply  and  you  are  buzzing 
all  over.  I  have  been  conscious  of  a  buzzing 
for  some  time  now  .  .  -  but  is  it  as  loud  as 
it  is  going  to  get?  Am  I  all  buzzed  up  or 
just  partially?  That's  what  I  want  to  know. 
Isn't  this  why  a  girl  isn't  sure  that  the  boy 
she  likes  today  will  still  be  the  boy  she  likes 
tomorrow?  .  . 

The  problem  becomes  even  increasingly  com- 
plicated. Girls  are  supposed  to  spend  most  of 
their  time  wondering  about  the  boy  they  like 
when  and  if  they  have  picked  one.  If  the  truth 
were  told  I  think  they  spend  an  equal  amount 
of  time,  perhaps  even  more,  wondering  if  they 
like  him.  To  paraphrase  the  philosophers,  the 
proper  study  of  a  girl  in  love  is  self.  I  don  t 
want  to  go  around  putting  words  into  the 
mouths  of  philosophers  but  I  do  have  a  feeling 
that  if  the  question,  "Do  I  love  him?  were 
asked  more  often,  the  question,     Does  he 
love  me?"  would  be  put  a  lot  less.  Of  course 
there  is  a  good  reason  why  the  second  ques- 
tion is  asked  so  many  times  more,  it  trie 
answer  to  that  is  "yes,  he  loves  you,'  it  is  quite 
a  compliment.  But  the  answer  to  the  farst 
question  can't  mean  as  much.  If  it  is    no,  i 
dont  love  him,  you're  no  place.    And  it  it  is, 
"yes  I  do  love  him,"  where  does  it  leave  you 
if  you  don't  know  how  he  feels  about  you? 

Way  at  the  beginning  of  this  column  I  said 
something  about  left  turns  in  traffic.  I  have 
finally  decided  this  all  is  caused  by  the  tact 
that  the  left  side  is  the  side  your  heart  is  on. 
And  in  anything  affecting  the  heart  ...  who 
knows  which  way  to  turn? 


{Piper  Laurie  is  currently  starring  with  Tyrone 
Power   in    Universale  Mississippi  Gambler.) 


(Continued  from  page  79)  "Why,  you're  a 
baritone!"  came  the  reply.  "Didn't  you 
know?" 

Rock  shook  his  head.  "I  just  do  the  'La- 
La-Las,'  and  leave,"  he  said.  "I  didn't  know 
I  was  anything  yet." 

A  noiher  thing  that  puzzles  him  is  the 
proprietory  interest  fans  sometimes 
take  in  stars  they  like.  The  first  time  he 
ever  made  a  personal  appearance  a  girl  in 
the  audience  yelled,  "Stand  up  straight, 
Brown-Eyes!"  and  Rock  reddened,  thinking 
he  was  being  jeered.  Later  he  realized  it 
was  earnest,  interested  advice.  He  has 
since  been  fighting  off  the  tall  man's  ten- 
dency to  slouch.  When  he  went  to  Eng- 
land for  a  picture  the  cry  was,  "Get  a  hair- 
cut!" He  wishes  there  were  some  way  of 
telling  fans  that  this  isn't  wise,  except  for 
specific  pictures.  Right  after  his  start  in 
Hollywood  he  was  advised  to  keep  his  hair 
long  because,  ".  .  .  you  can  never  tell 
when  you  might  be  wanted  for  a  quick 
Western  and  no  actor  with  a  dude  trim 
would  have  a  chance  for  a  role."  Rock 
stayed  away  from  the  barber  and  sure 
enough  every  job  that  came  along  for  a 
while  required  him  wild  and  woolly.  "I 
hate  walking  around  with  tassels  hang- 
ing down  the  back  of  my  neck  but  walk- 
ing around  without  work  is  even  worse." 

None  among  Rock's  forebearers,  whom  he 
can  vaguely  trace  back  to  England,  Ireland 
and  Switzerland,  were  ever  actors  as  far  as 
he  has  learned.  "I'm  the  first,"  he  says, 
"or,  at  least,  I  will  be  as  soon  as  I  learti  a 
little  more  about  the  business."  Because  he 
figures  that  everything  that  happened  to  him 
in  his  younger  life  contributed  to  the  man 
he  is  today,  he  leaves  no  phase  of  his  back- 
ground unmentioned  when  questioned 
about  it.  He  counts  himself  not  only  a 
graduate  of  New  Trier  High  School  in  Win- 
netka  but  also  of  the  pool  room  in  back  of 
Schmidt's  tonsorial  parlor  there,  as  well. 
He  also  knows  that  because  his  parents 
divorced  when  he  was  a  child  and  his 
mother  worked  at  a  full  time  telephone  job 
after  a  remarriage,  leaving  him  a  daytime 
orphan,  a  lot  of  parental  supervision  was 
missing  in  his  adolescent  and  teen-age 
development.  "There  wasn't  as  much  law 
and  order  as  there  should  have  been,"  he 
says,  "and  I  guess  my  favorite  hobby  was 
staying  away  from  home."  He  remembers 
he  used  to  resort  to  technicalities  about 
promises  to  behave.  Given  a  licking  once 
for  being  caught  smoking  behind  a  door 
he  promised  never  again  to  smoke  .  .  . 
adding  under  his  breath,  "Behind  a  door." 

To  please  his  mother  he  joined  the  Boy 
Scouts  as  a  lad  but  in  three  yearjs  failed  to 
rise  above  the  grade  of  tenderfoot  much  to 
her  bewilderment.  What  she  didn't  know 
was  that  on  scout  nights  Rock  ran  off  to  his 
street  gang  instead  of  going  to  meetings  to 
pick  up  the  lore  of  woodcraft  and  knot- 
tieing.  It  was  a  sad  day  for  him  when  his 
mother  innocently  bought  him  a  complete 
scout  uniform  as  a  surprise  present.  Now 
he  had  to  leave  home  on  scout  nights 
dressed  in  an  outfit  that  practically  made 
him  unacceptable  to  his  favorite  cronies. 
"I  had  to  wear  it,  of  course,"  he  recalls 
"And  there  I  was  on  scout  nights,  walking 
out  of  the  house  in  an  outfit  that  I  was 
afraid  the  guys  I  ran  around  with  would 
tear  off  my  back." 

J?  OCK  liked  his  fun  as  a  kid.  He  had  to 
§■*  work  all  the  way  through  school  to 
help  out  with  the  family  income  but  he 
Was  also  the  kind  of  student  who  did  his 
homework  in  study  hall  not  only  because 
he  had  jobs  to  attend  to,  but  because  he 
didn't  like  homework.  Running  around  as 
he  did  he  not  only  approached  the  border- 
line of  trouble  a  few  times  but  practically 
stepped  over  it.  One  night  he  went  into 
Chicago  with  a  bunch  of  kids  who  invaded 


Marshall  Fields,  the  city's  biggest  depart- 
ment store,  and  thoughtlessly  dared  each 
other  to  make  free  with  the  merchandise 
on  the  counter.  Within  minutes  they  were 
coralled  and  herded  into  the  store  mana- 
ger's office.  What  they  had  taken  were 
such  knicknacks  as  bobby  pins,  greeting 
cards,  shoehorns  and  a  Rover  Boys  book. 
More  annoyed  than  angry,  the  store  people 
lectured  them  severely  and  sent  word  all 
the  way  to  Winnetka  for  their  parents  to 
come  and  fetch  them. 

Rock's  father  had  moved  to  Los  Angeles 
after  the  divorce  and  during  his  junior  year 
at  high  school  Rock  visited  him,  entering 
high  school  there  to  continue  his  studies. 
Rock,  a  good  swimmer,  and  inspired  by  the 
successes  of  Johnny  Weismuller,  Jon  Hall 
and  Buster  Crabbe,  used  to  wonder  idly 
about  the  movies  during  his  California 
visit  but  just  as  easily  would  forget  about 
it.  He  returned  to  Winnetka  for  his  senior 
year  and  had  to  study  an  extra  semester  to 
graduate.  He  had  been  tripped  up  on  one 
subject— history.  Right  after  he  got  his 
diploma  he  set  out  to  help  make  it;  he 
joined  the  Navy.  Following  a  preliminary 
period  as  a  young  hopeful  in  aviation 
around  Glenview  Naval  Training  Station 
in  California  he  found  himself  in  the  South 
Pacific,  mostly  in  a  remote  Philippine  in- 
stallation, helping  to  lick  the  Japs  by  stiff- 
ening the  admiral's  linens  with  the  proper 
amount  of  starch. 

Hollywood  made  a  casual  contact  with 
Rock  early  in  his  Navy  enlistment — just 
enough  to  give  him  a  bit  of  a  thrill.  He 
was  writing  the  morning  flight  schedule  on 
a  blackboard  at  Glenview  one  morning 
when  someone  tapped  his  shoulder.  Turn- 
ing around  he  saw,  and  recognized  Robert 
Taylor,  then  a  flying  instructor,  with  the 
rank  of  Lieutenant,  (j.g.). 

"Hello,"  said  Taylor.  "I've  just  been  as- 
signed to  this  station.  Can  you  show  me 
around?" 

"Sure,"  blurted  Rock.  Then  remember- 
ing navy  manual  .  .  .  "Sorry  .  :  .  I  mean, 
yes  sir!" 

"That's  okay,"  said  Taylor.  "I  often  have 
trouble  with  my  lines,  too." 

A  fter  the  war  Rock  made  his  home  with 
his  father,  who  had  opened  an  appli- 
ance store  in  Long  Beach,  while  his  mother 
came  out  to  live  in  Pasadena  and  join  the 
telephone  company  there.  He  tried  to  get 
into  the  University  of  Southern  California 
under  the  GI  bill,  but  the  entrance  require- 
ments were  too  tough  for  a  guy  who  had 
spent  an  awful  lot  of  study  nights  not 
studying.  This  reduced  him  automatically 
to  a  full  loafing  membership  in  the  popular 
52-20  Club  until  he  got  the  trucking  job. 
All  this  time,  for  nearly  two  years  after  he 
got  out  of  the  Navy,  people  he  met  would 
often  throw  a  very  unoriginal  remark  at 
him  which  he  would  dismiss  as  just  talk. 
It  was,  "You  know  .  .  .  you  ought  to  be  in 
the  movies."  One  day  he  didn't  dismiss  it. 
Instead  he  asked  himself,  "I  wonder?" 

"I  still  think  they  were  kidding,"  he 
says,  "but,  anyway,  that's  what  triggered 
the  idea." 

He  had  no  idea  of  how  to  go  about  it  and 
for  a  starter  tried  hanging  around  the  gates 
of  the  studios  on  his  days  off  in  the  hope 
that  some  film  men  would  stop  and  talk. 
Some  did  .  .  .  the  gatekeepers.  They  would 
come  out  of  their  little  shanties  and  invite 
him  to  take  a  walk  away  from  there. 

By  a  circuitous  route,  involving  friends, 
acquaintances,  and  here  and  there  a  friend- 
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front  of  a  talent  scout  named  Henry  Wil- 
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him,  got  only  a  mild  reaction  from  Walter 
Wanger,  but  induced  director  Raoul  Walsh 
to  sign  Rock  for  a  picture  bit. 

"The  main  thing  is  .  .  .  can  you  ride  a 
horse?"  asked  Walsh. 

"Yes,"  replied  Rock,  wondering  how  fast 
he  could  learn. 

It  was  all  right.  By  the  time  the  picture 
was  made  it  was  called  Fighting  Squadron 
and  had  to  do  with  flying.  All  Rock  had  to 
say  his  first  day  was  one  line  of  dialogue: 
"You  better  get  a  bigger  blackboard."  On 
his  28th  attempt  he  got  it  right.  Walking 
off  the  set  he  approached  Wilson,  who  was 
visiting,  and  said,  "I  was  terrible,  wasnt 
I?" 

"Awful,"  agreed  Wilson,  pleasantly. 

Rock  stared  off  disconsolately  towards 
the  sky  which  was  appropriately  full  of 
smog.  "I  guess  it's  back  to  the  truck  for 
me,"  he  murmured. 

"It  would  be,  except  that  Walsh  is  using 
that  shot  he  took  of  you,"  commented  Wil- 
son. "And  if  he  is  using  that  one  he'll  need 
you  in  other  scenes  to  tie  up  with  the  story. 
That  means  you're  going  to  have  a  few 
more  chances  and  you  are  going  to  im- 
prove." . 

"I  am?"  questioned  Rock  unbelievingly. 

"Naturally  .  .  .  you  couldn't  be  that  bad 
again." 

Rock  wasn't.  Walsh  thought  he  had  a 
screen  personality  that  would  come 
through  sharply  as  soon  as  he  overcame 
problems  of  acting  and  poise.  In  addition 
to  ordinary  difficulties  Rock  had  some 
which  were  peculiarly  personal.  He  was 
so  tall  he  had  a  tendency  to  lean  over  the 
other  characters,  and  so  generally  huge  he 
was  practically  a  background  all  by  him- 
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In  the  movies  characters  are  always  right- 
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left-handed  person  for  plot  purposes.  Rock 
has  tried  to  conform  with  only  partial  suc- 
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with  his  right  hand  but  he  has  difficulty 
even  pretending  to  eat  with  it  or  do  any- 
thing else  requiring  skiU  except,  maybe, 
throwing  a  baseball.  If  it's  a  hard  ball  he 
throws  it  right-handed,  but  a  Softball  he 
throws  lefty.  He  has  no  idea  why.  In  his 
efforts  to  correct  himself  he  has  had  many 
an  amusing  experience. 

But  Walsh  and  Wilson  persevered  with 
Rock,  keeping  him  on  a  $125-a-week  salary 
even  when  he  wasn't  working.  When 
Walsh  had  to  sail  for  England  for  a  film,  he 
sold  Rock  to  Universal -International  for 
$9,500  representing  his  and  Wilson's  in- 
vestment in  him.  Two  executives  of  Rock  s 
studio  discussed  him  soon  after  this. 

"Do  you  suppose  we'll  ever  get  our 
money  out  of  this  boy?"  asked  one.  "And 
how  will  we  go  about  it?" 

The  other  man  looked  out  of  his  omce 
window  to  see  Rock  just  passing.  Some 
studio  secretaries  were  on  the  studio  street 
too.  Their  faces  lit  up  as  they  approached 
Rock.  They  smiled  as  one  when  they  drew 
even  with  him.  And  they  kept  turning 
around  after  they  had  gone  by.  The  pro- 
ducer left  the  window  with  a  satisfied 
chuckle. 

"We'll  let  nature  take  its  course,  he  said. 

It  has.  Rock  is  helping  out  by  studying 
diction  and  dramatic  technique  besides 
singing.  He  is  also  doing  something  about 
his  social  life.  Right  now  he  is  "baching 
it  in  a  small,  sun-drenched  house  atop  one 
of  the  Hollywood  Hills.  He  eats  a  lot,  plays 
a  lot,  and  sleeps  deeper  than  any  alarm 
clock  can  dig  him  out.  But  he  feels  the 
need  of  a  better  regulated  existence.  "I 
bet  that's  the  way  you  feel  when  you  are 
starting  to  think  about  getting  married, 
he  said  the  other  day.  For  his  first  step 
in  that  direction  he  planned  to  turn  in  his 
red  convertible  for  a  more  conservative 
model.  "Maybe  a  cream-colored  convert- 
ible," he  said.  Then,  with  a  frown,  "No, 
that's  too  flashy,  I  guess.  Say,  a  dark 
green.  That  would  be  right."  end 


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(Continued  from  page  40)  Young  Lewis 
said,  "we're  living  in  a  beachhouse  in 
Santa  Monica." 

The  words  were  no  sooner  out  of  her 
mouth  than  Mrs.  Tom  Lewis  realized  she 
had  pulled  a  boner.  From  the  look  on 
their  faces  it  was  obvious  that  she  had 
shaken  the  Ewings'  confidence  in  her 
judgment,  for  the  Ewings  had  seen  Santa 
Monica  and  while  they  had  liked  the  com- 
munity, it  had  left  them  cold,  particularly 
the  beachfront  property  which  is  tra- 
versed by  a  four-lane  highway. 

It  takes  time  to  know  about  beachhouse 
living,  and  Loretta  sensed  that  this  par- 
ticular understanding  was  outside  the  ken 
of  Rosalind's  visitors.  As  a  matter  of  fact, 
few  tourists  who  come  out  to  Hollywood 
and  visit  the  beach  can  understand  why 
so  many  big-name  movie  stars  insist  up- 
on having  an  all-year  house  on  the  shores 
of  the  Pacific.  And  yet  in  the  past  decade, 
Cary  Grant,  Randolph  Scott,  Ginger  Rog- 
ers, Marion  Davies,  Robert  Young,  Darryl 
Zanuck,  the  Warner  brothers,  Norma 
Shearer,  the  Talmadge  sisters,  practically 
any  movie  star  you  can  mention,  has  lived 
down  at  the  beach. 

It  was  therefore  inevitable  that  sooner 
or  later,  Loretta  Young  would  join  the 
long  list  of  waterfront  residents.  She  says 
living  at  the  beach  "is  only  temporary  for 
us."  However  living  anywhere  is  "only 
temporary"  for  Loretta.  Like  her  mother 
Mrs.  Gladys  Belzer,  a  crack  interior  dec- 
orator who  buys  homes,  decorates  them, 


lives  in  them  for  a  few  months  and  then 
sells  them  at  a  handsome  profit,  Loretta 
seems  incapable  of  occupying  any  one 
house  for  more  than  a  few  years. 

Last  year  she  and  her  husband  began 
building  two  homes,  one,  an  eight-room 
weekend  house  at  Ojai,  California,  and 
the  other,  an  apartment  house  on  Sunset 
Boulevard  in  which  they  intend  to  occupy 
a  duplex. 

While  construction  of  these  two  build- 
ings was  underway,  Loretta  signed  a 
contract  with  Universal-International  (Be- 
cause of  You  and  It  Happens  Every 
Thursday  are  her  first  two  films  under  the 
deal)  and  her  husband  organized  a  tele- 
vision production  company.  Since  they'd 
sold  their  large  home  in  Beverly,  they 
needed  another. 

"Tom  realized,"  Loretta  says,  "that  be- 
cause of  our  heavy  work  schedule  we 
wouldn't  have  time  during  the  summer  to 
take  the  children  away  on  a  vacation.  He 
therefore  suggested  that  we  take  a  beach- 
house, and  I  must  say  things  have  worked 
out  so  well  that  we're  still  living  in  it. 
After  a  workday  of  petty  irritations  com- 
ing home  to  the  beach  is  like  entering 
another  world.  On  weekends  I  climb  into 
sports  clothes,  and  I'm  telling  you  I  feel 
so  good,  no  one  can  induce  me  to  dress 
up  or  drive  15  miles  into  town  for  a  din- 
ner or  a  fashion  show.  Actually,  by  giving 
the  beach  house  as  an  excuse  I  find  that 
I  avoid  a  lot  of  senseless  chasing  around. 

In  decorating  her  beachhouse  Loretta 
did  a  job  that  most  professional  deco- 
rators would  be  happy  to  claim  as  their 
own.  In  every  other  house  her  mother 
has  helped  a  good  deal,  but  this  time  Mrs. 


Belzer  was  away  in  Europe,  and  Loretta 
was  anxious  to  prove  that  she  could  deco- 
rate a  house  by  herself. 

After  studying  the  large  empty  rooms, 
she  decided  to  maintain  the  color  scheme 
of  gray-green  walls  and  blue-green  car- 
pets which  lent  a  cool  tone  to  the  living 
room.  She  also  took  some  of  her  expensive 
French  provincial  antique  pieces  and  had 
them  reupholstered  in  coarse,  knubby 
fabrics  that  matched  the  pale  walls  and 
seemed  suitable  for  beach  living.  She 
wanted  to  create  the  effect  of  walking  out 
of  the  hot  outdoor  sun  into  a  cool,  infor- 
mal living  room. 

Once  the  room  was  finished,  Loretta 
wasn't  particularly  happy  with  the  result. 
Her  sisters  and  friends  assured  her  it  was 
beautiful,  but  still  she  wasn't  convinced. 
Then  one  evening — it  was  after  a  dinner 
party— she  received  a  gift  of  bright  coral 
gladioli.  The  flowers  looked  so  sensa- 
tional that,  "I  knew  immediately  what  the 
room  lacked.  It  needed  one  large  splash 
of  color  to  give  it  character." 

The  next  afternoon  Loretta  rushed  to 
one  of  her  mother's  fabric  wholesalers  and 
with  a  gladiolus  for  a  sample,  bought  a 
bolt  of  coral-colored  upholstery  material. 
With  the  help  of  67-year-old  Mrs.  Mason 
who  sews  by  the  day  for  the  family,  Lo- 
retta covered  two  chairs  and  a  stool,  and 
only  then  did  she  feel  "the  room  was 
right." 

Despite  the  fact  that  she  may  not  oc- 
cupy one  particular  home  for  any  great 
length  of  time,  the  actress  always  gives 
the  impression  of  permanency  to  her  en- 
vironment. In  the  beachhouse,  for  ex- 
ample, she  used  as  many  of  her  priceless 
antiques  as  good  taste  would  permit,  and 
when  Loretta  Young  uses  antiques— she 
really  uses  them:  She  has  no  patience 
with  collectors  who  consider  their  heir- 
looms too  fragile  or  rare  for  practicality. 
She  is  one  woman  who  believes  in  making 
the  old-  pieces  earn  their  keep.  She  took 
a  French  armoire  and  converted  it  to  a 
bar.  Her  round  game  table  is  used  for 
small  luncheon  servings.  Her  Chinese  tea 
canisters  are  lamp  bases,  and  her  fab- 
ulous collection  of  white  and  green  opa- 
line boxes  hold  the  cigarettes- and  candy. 

One  of  her  best  decorating  tricks,  and 
this  is  worthy  of  emulation,  concerns  her 
three  18th  Century  English  magazine  racks 
which  she  emplovs  to  keep  clutter  away 
from  her  table  tops.  One  magazine  rack 
holds  records,  another  holds  magazines, 
and  the  third  is  used  to  store  a  varied 
assortment  of  portraits  and  photographs 
which  most  families  paste  in  albums. 

TC1  ssentiaixy  Loretta  Young  is  a  tradi- 
tionalist  in  her  choice  of  furnishings, 
but  a  few  seasons  ago,  down  in  Palm 
Sprines,  she  met  the  Chicago  architect, 
Sam  Marx,  and  with  him  began  an  argu- 
ment on  the  merits  of  modern  versus 
traditional. 

Marx  is  rather  eloquent  as  architects 
go,  and  he  kept  baiting  and  chiding  Lor- 


etta for  her  preference.  "I'll  tell  you 
what,"  he  said,  "I  have  some  water  colors 
down  here.  You  look  through  them  and 
pick  out  what  you  think  is  best." 

Loretta  selected  a  very  modern  compo- 
sition. "You  see,"  Marx  scolded,  "you 
really  like  modern  design  when  you  open 
your  mind  to  it.  Inherently  you  have  very 
catholic  tastes.  Give  those  tastes  free  rein 
and  you'll  choose  good  modern  just  as 
you  choose  good  antiques." 

Months  later,  Sam  sent  the  Lewises  the 
painting  that  now  hangs  in  their  front 
hall.  ("Each  time  I  look  at  it,"  Loretta 
says,  "I  remember  to  keep  an  open  mind." 

As  an  illustration  of  how  genuinely 
broad-minded  she's  become,  Loretta  is 
currently  mixing  modern  and  traditional. 
A  few  years  ago  she  would  have  con- 
sidered this  heresy.  Now,  the  dining  room 
table  that  will  go  into  her  new  town  house 
is  completely  contemporary.  It's  made  of 
painted  glass  tiles  and  she  plans  to  use 
Chippendale  chairs  around  it.  Currently 
she  also  uses  a  round  black  lacquer  coffee 
table  in  her  living  room  to  match  a  mod- 
ern black  TV  cabinet. 

In  Hollywood  it  is  no  secret  that  many 
movie  stars  like  to  visit  Loretta  Young  in 
order  to  come  home  with  a  fresh  decorat- 
ing trick. 

Loretta  has  developed  many  of  these, 
but  even  more  emulative  than  her  decor 
gimmicks  is  her  moving  technique.  Hav- 
ing had  the  experience  of  setting  a  large 
household  half-a-dozen  times  in  the  past 
few  years,  she  knows  the  value  of  fore- 
sight and  planning,  and  she's  reduced 
these  to  a  little  science  all  her  own. 

"I  always  work  out  the  furniture  ar- 
rangements on  paper  first,"  she  explains. 
"I  draw  the  room  and  furniture  pieces  to 
scale  and  do  all  the  heavy  moving  with  a 
pencil  On  moving  day  I  know  just  where 
things  should  go  and,  if  need  be,  I  give 
the  diagrams  to  the  moving  men  and  let 
them  follow  my  drawings." 

She  makes  it  a  rule  to  settle  the  kitchen 
and  dining  rooms  first,  "because  those  are 
the  two  rooms  that  must  function  smoothly 
if  the  family's  to  be  kept  in  good  humor." 
After  that  comes  her  husband's  study  and 
then  the  living  room  and  the  bedrooms. 

T\  uring  the  last  move  to  the  beach  house, 
s-f  Loretta  experimented  with  a  little 
psychology  on  her  husband.  "You  know, 
Tom,"  she  said,  "it  takes  a  good  two  weeks 
at  least  before  we  can  get  everything  set- 
tled in  this  house  so  that  things  are  run- 
ning smoothly." 

Knowing  what  to  expect,  Tom  didn't 
complain  or  gripe  about  the  confusion. 

When  the  house  was  running  smoothly 
after  one  week  (which  is  what  Loretta  ex- 
pected^ originally)  Tom  came  to  her  and 
said,  "You  know,  honey,  moving  around 
isn't  so  bad  after  all." 

"Wait  until  he  sees  what  happens  next 
time,"  Loretta  cautions.  "After  the  beach 
house,  we're  moving  into  two  different 
places  simultaneously."  end 


the  fighting  irishman 


(Continued  from  page  36)  truthfully,  "Two 
B's  called  Canon  City  and  They  Walk  By 
Night."  Then  Scott  embarked  on  a  talking 
jag,  and  for  the  next  two  hours  recounted 
his  experiences  in  Hollywood.  He  told  how 
it  felt  to  go  before  the  cameras,  study  lines, 
take  direction,  report  to  makeup,  live  the 
hectic  life  of  the  rising  young  star.  He 
talked,  talked,  talked. 

The  beautiful  young  girl  devoured  each 
syllable  as  if  it  were  Scott's  last.  She 
doted  on  his  every  word.   She  looked  at 


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stopped  talking  for  a  moment.  He  peered 
at  the  girl.    "Haven't  I  seen  your  face 
somewhere  before?"  he  asked. 
The  girl  smiled. 

"What'd  you  say  your  name  was?" 
"Dorothy  Malone." 

Brady  took  a  deep  breath.  "You're  not 
the  actress,  Dorothy  Malone,  the  one  un- 
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"Gosh!  What  a  jerk  I  am.  I've  seen  you 
in  at  least  half-a-dozen  pictures." 

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such  good  humor,  such  graciousness  that 
Brady  fell  head  over  heels  in  love  with 
her  And  the  simple  truth  is  that  although 
he's  dated  some  200  different  girls  since 
that  afternoon,  Dorothy  Malone  is  still  the 
great  love  of  his  life.  ■ 

"I'd  marry  her  tomorrow,  he  says,  it 
she'd  have  me.  Only  she  has  her  doubts, 
not  only  about  me,  but  about  living  in 
Hollywood.  She's  a  Texas  girl,  and  she  s 
really  crazy  about  Dallas. 

"I  go  out  with  other  girls,  of  course. 
But  that's  because  Dorothy's  in  Texas  so 
much  of  the  time.  I  sure  wish  she  d  make 
her  mind  up  and  marry  me.  I  may  look 
tough  on  the  outside  but  underneath  there 
beats  a  heart  of  gold." 

Scott  Brady  and  Dorothy  Malone  have 
been  seeing  each  other  on  and  off  for  more 
than  four  years  now.  At  the  beginning, 
Scott  was  in  no  position  to  get  married. 
He'd  loused  himself  up  with  a  contract  at 
Eagle-Lion.  "It  cost  me  $25,000  to  buy 
myself  out.  I've  already  paid  them  $20,- 
000  and  have  another  $5,000  to  pay.  Then 
I'm  free  and  clear."  He  had  no  assurance 
that  he  could  make  a  go  of  his  screen 
career.  He  was  only  23,  and  emotionally 
an  impetuous  and  immature  youngster 
He's  grown  up  a  lot  since  then. 

In  the  past  four  years,  however,  Law- 
rence Tierney's  kid  brother  has  come 
a  long  long  way  up  the  success  ladder. 
He's  under  contract  to  20th  Century-Fox 
for  one  picture  a  year  at  $25,000  per. 
He's  just  walked  out  of  a  fat  long-term 
contract  at  Universal-International.  He  s 
wanted  for  films  at  Warners,  Paramount, 
and  Metro.  His  agent,  Johnny  Darrow, 
the  man  who  discovered  Van  John- 
son, Gene  Kelly,  June  Allyson,  Gene 
Nelson,  and  Elaine  Stewart,  says,  "It  looks 
very  much  as  if  Scott'll  soon  be  pulling 
down  40  grand  a  job.  More  important 
than  the  money  is  the  kid  himself.  He  s 
learning  to  control  his  temper.  He's  keep- 
ing his  nose  clean.  He's  developing  into 
a  man  of  character  and  stature.  Four 
years  ago  he  was  a  pretty  wild  kid.  But 
even  then  he  had  talent.  He's  got  temper 
and  flash,  all  right,  but  that's  the  seat  of 
his  acting  ability. 

"No  doubt  a  girl  like  Dorothy  Malone 


could  settle  him  down.  But  he's  only  27, 
and  there's  always  time  for  marriage. 
One  of  the  good  things  about  marrying  a 
girl  like  Dorothy  would  be  that  she'd  have 
a  good  effect  on  his  character.  She'd  keep 
him  in  line.  She'd  keep  him  working. 
There's  a  girl  everyone  likes.  She's  got  a 
wonderful  sense  of  values.  The  guy  who 
gets  her  is  getting  a  wonderful  wife." 

Why  won't  Dorothy  Malone  marry  Scott 
Brady?  Why  hasn't  she  already?  Admit- 
tedly she  cares  for  the  tall,  good-looking 
Irishman  or  she  wouldn't  maintain  their 
four-year  relationship.  Each  time  she 
flies  into  Hollywood  from  Texas,  Scott  is 
waiting  at  the  airport,  and  they  spend  all 
their  free  time  together.  Both  are  27. 
Both  are  Catholics.  Both  love  each  other. 
Why  hasn't  all  of  this  been  consummated 
in  wedlock? 

Dorothy  says,  "I  just  can't  make  my 
mind  up."  She  lets  it  go  at  that,  but 
a  girl-friend  who  knows  her  very  well 
and  attended  Highland  Park  High  School 
with  Dorothy  is  a  bit  more  specific. 

"Dorothy  thinks  Gerry  is  a  very  won- 
derful guy,"  this  informant  says.  (Most 
girls  refer  to  Scott  by  his  popular  nick- 
name Gerry.)  "But  deep  down  she  knows 
that  there's  a  world  of  difference  between 
them,  a  wide  gap  they  may  never  bridge. 

A  friend  of  Brady's  to  whom  I  showed 
the  above  quotation  says,  "I  agree  with 
much  of  that,  but  I  don't  believe  that  such 
a  marriage  would  be  a  mistake.  Right 
now,  Dorothy  Malone  is  a  little  above 
Scott  in  .  .  let's  call  it  background.  But 
this  kid  is  nobody's  fool.  He  is  ambitious, 
industrious,  and  thrifty.  No  one  ever  sees 
him  throwing  his  dough  around.  He  lives 
in  a  small  Hollywood  house,  pays  maybe 
$100  or  $125  a  month  rent,  drives  a  Pon- 
tiac  convertible,  and  is  very  good  to  his 
mother. 

"He's  seen  what  alcohol  and  dissipation 
have  done  to  other  potenitally  good  guys 
He  knows  that  as  soon  as  he  steps  out  of 
line  he's  going  to  get  his  ears  flattened. 

"The  kid  knows  all  that,  which  is  why 
he's  become  extra  careful,  extra  cautious. 
I  admit  that  he's  been  in  trouble  with 
dames  a  couple  of  times,  but  what  young 
guy  hasn't.  They're  making  a  big  fuss 
right  now  about  his  leaving  U-I.  "Who 
does  this  Scott  Brady  think  he  is?  they 
ask.  'A  big  shot?' 

"It's  a  very  simple  story.  U-I  has  been 
putting  Brady  in  a  lot  of  films  in  which 
he's  played  the  heavy.  Some  of  these  films 
haven't  been  too  good.  They  told  him  that 
eventually  they'd  give  him  hero  parts.  A 
picture  like  Tlie  Golden  Blade  comes  up. 
Farley  Granger  is  borrowed  from  Sam 
Goldwyn  to  play  the  lead.  Farley  reads 
it  'Not  for  me,'  he  says.  'Not  for  me  m 
a  thousand  years.'  Okay,  this  is  Brady^s 
chance.  He  goes  down  to  Bill  Goetz  who  s 
in  charge  of  production  at  the  studio.  'Can 
I  play  the  lead?'  he  asks  Goetz.  You  know 
what  happened?  Goetz  says,  'I'm  sorry. 
The  part  goes  to  Rock  Hudson.  ^  That  s 
when  Brady  squawked.  'Okay,'  Goetz 
says,  'if  you  don't  like  the  way  were 
treating  you  here,  we'll  tear  up  your  con- 
tract.' 'That's  fine  with  me,'  Brady  says. 
And  that's  just  what  happened. 

"They  say  the  kid  likes  to  fight,  that 
he's  got  a  chip  on  his  shoulder.  Nothing 
of  the  sort.  He  got  out  of  his  contract  at 
Eagle-Lion  because  they  were  putting 
him  in  one  lemon  after  another.  He  real- 
izes that  after  he  finished  his  contract 
there,  he'd  be  finished  for  good.  He  got 
out  even  though  it  cost  him  dough.  That  s 
the  way  he  felt  about  U-I.  Whats  the 
sense  of  bemg  typed  as  a  heavy?  Its  a 
living,  sure,  but  for  how  long? 

"But  back  to  this  Dorothy  Malone.  1 
know  this:  If  Dorothy  has  strong  doubts, 


she  shouldn't  marry  the  guy.  But  I  hon- 
estly feel  that  once  he  got"  married  he'd 
settle  down.  I  kno%v  he  dates  a  lot  of 
girls.  So  what?  It's  a  good  idea  for  a 
young  man  to  sow  his  wild  oats. 

'"The  trouble  with  a  lot  of  these  Holly- 
wood guys  is  that  they  never  sowed  any 
wild  oats.  After  they  got  married  they 
began  to  regret  then-  unspent  youths. 
They  felt  they'd  been  cheated.  "  What 
happens?  They  get  divorces.  Look  at 
Kirk  Douglas.  Look  at  Robert  Tavlor. 
They  date  a  lot  of  girls,  too — only  they're 
about  ten  years  too  late.  If  they'd  played 
the  field  when  they  were  young,  they'd 
probably  still  be  married  today." 

"There  you  have  both  sides  of  the  coin. 

Actually  he  is  a  mixture  of  virility, 
childishness,  good  humor,  an  urbane 
sharpness,  unbridled  ambition,  and  not  too 
much  formal  education.  He  had  no  trade, 
no  occupation  to  speak  of  when  he  went 
into  the  Navy,  and  when  he  came  out  he 
had  some  S700  in  his  pocket.  Period. 

I  remember  very  well  when  Hal  Wallis 
saw  him  in  a  restaurant  after  the  war  and 
had  him  tested.  Scott  photographed  very- 
well  but  he  sounded  like  a  Dead  End  Kid. 
He  was  quick  to  realize,  however,  that 
with  his  mental  and  physical  equipment 
an  acting  job  would  pav  off  better  than 
practically  any  other  trade.  He  therefore 
enlisted  in  the  Bliss -Hayden  Dramatic 
School  under  the  G.I.  Bill.  Ten  months 
later  he  was  under  contract  to  Eagle-Lion 

F ortunately  for  Scott,  he  has  one  of  the 
shrewdest  agents  in  the  business.  Johnny 
Darrow  has  been  around  a  long  time,  and 


as  long  as  Brady  is  tutored  by  him,  his 
career  will  go  places— that  is  if  he  can 
stay  out  of  trouble;  and  in  Hollywood  most 
trouble  begins  with  a  woman. 

Not  too  long  ago,  Scott  was  out  with  an 
attractive  young  girl  who  threatened  to 
accuse  him  of  criminal  assault  unless  he 
turned  over  to  her  a  fat  wad  of  money. 

Brady  was  absolutely  guiltless.  Ann 
Blyth,  Lucille  Bannister,  Yvonne  De  Carlo 
Shelley  Winters,  Mona  Knox,  Piper  Lau- 
rie, Yvonne  Rivero— any  of  the  girls  who 
have  dated  him  can  testify  to  his  gentle- 
manly conduct.  Some  unknowing,  inex- 
perienced young  actor  might  have  suc- 
cumbed in  panic  to  this  shakedown,  but 
not  the  son  of  a  former  policeman,  not  a 
tall,  good-looking  kid  who  used  to  play 
end  for  the  Roosevelt  High  football  team 
up  in  the  Bronx.  He  marched  down  to  the 
District  Attorney's  office,  told  the  city  of- 
ficial what  had  happened,  and  today  that 
girl  and  her  accomplice  are  scheduled  to 
stand  trial— not  on  the  attempt  to  black- 
mail Scott  Brady,  because  Scott  wouldn't 
press  the  charge,  but  on  another  and  even 
more  serious  charge. 

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the  women  in  Jackie's  life:  Jackie  Gleason,  CBS  TV's  new  star 
come<fian,  has  a  wife  and  two  daughters,  and  practically  nobody  knows  it! 

The  columnists  often  noted  that  Jackie  dated  this  glamor  girl  and 
that  one,  or  that  he  spent  his  evenings  around  the  bar  at  Toots  Shors 
Restaurant-but  they  forgot  that  Jackie  is  still  married  to  : chvldh^d 
sweetheart,  Genevieve.  The  Gleasons'  marriage  has  been  an  on-and-ofi 
affair  for  years,  and  Jackie  traveled  alone  on  most  of  his  cafe  and  theater 
engagements  and  during  his  period  at  Warners'  studios  in ^  Holly  wood  In 
recent  years,  Jackie  has  tried  earnestly  to  be  a  good  father  to  his  two 
daughters,  Linda  and  Geraldine,  and  even  had  the  eldest,  Linda  on  his 
TV  show  when  it  was  on  DuMont  network.  Mrs.  Gleason  used  to  come 
arnnnrl  to  rehearsals,  too,  whenever  she  had  time.  T„,.k;. 

But  i  spite  attempts  at  reconciliation,  the  Gleasons  are  apart  most  of  the  Ume,  and  Jack* 
maintains  a  bachelor  apartment  in  his  swanky  duplex  penthouse  office  in  the  Park  ^"ton 
HoS  Because  of  their'religion,  divorce  does  not  seem  to  be  imminent.  Jackie,  too,  is  a  steady 

d^A'«  ffSSS  Ifandtith  a  fabulous  3-year  CBS  contract  in  his  pocket 
pounds,  compared  to  the  240  he  used  to  lug  around  a  couple  years  ago. 

dagmar  sacs:  The  big  bust  of  the  TV  season  is  Jenny  Lewis,  better  known 
as  Dae  mar.  Her  last  TV  show  flopped  and  she  has  found  it  necessary  for 
the  first  time  to  hire  a  press  agent.  Dagmar,  who  looked  positively 
immense  the  last  time  she  was  on  TV,  will  have  to  shed  some  weight  if 
she  expects  to  rejuvenate  her  career.  She  is  living  quietly  in  a  big  apart- 
ment  off  Central  Park,  with  husband  Danny  Dayton— a  far  cry  from  the 
time  she  was  earning  $3,500  a  week  I  The  trouble  with  Dagmar  »  that 
she  just  hasn't  the  talent  to  head  a  big  show.  She  can't  sing;  she  dances 
only  fairly  well;  and  she's  not  a  trained  comedienne. 

robert  merrux  is  back:  Robert  Merrill,  the  handsome  young  Metropolitan  Opera  baritone  last 
seen  in  Paramount's  Aaron  Slick  From  Punkin'  Crick,  is  making  the  rounds  again.  For  years 
one  of  the  nation's  most  eligible  bachelors,  Bob  surprised  his  friends  when  he  married  singer 
Roberta  Peters.  It  was  a  first  marriage  for  both.  Their  quick  break-up  was  another  shock,  and 
Bob  disappeared  when  newspapers  broke  the  story.  Now  he  apparently  is  feeling  okay,  and  is 
seeing  old  friends,  but  not  dating  any  former  girl  friends.  One  thing  he  is  adamant  about-he 
won't  discuss  his  marriage.  (My  guess:  in-law  trouble.) 

jimmy's  favorite  redhead:  Jimmy  Durante  may  be  60,  but  there's  still 
romance  in  his  life!  For  a  long  time  after  his  wife  had  passed  on  following 
a  long  illness,  Jimmy  was  inconsolable.  His  marriage  had  been  a  rather 
unhappy  one,  due  to  the  demands  of  his  career  and  his  wife's  preference 
for  staying  at  home  when  he  had  to  go  on  the  r.oad. 

When  he  was  playing  the  Copacabana  night  club  a  few  years  ago,  one 
I    of  the  checkroom  girls,  Margie  Little,  became  his  friend  and,  when  Jimmy 
fljJn     WmZM    had  to  return  to  Hollywood,  he  invited  Margie  and  her  mother  to  come 
W^^FmS*    along.  Margie,  a  former  moid  who  has  a  lovely  figure,  is  the  closest 
thing  to  a  steady  romance  in  Jimmy's  life. 

On  TV,  Jimmy  may  be  cast  as  a  comic  lover  to  the  Amazonian 
Helen  Traubel  or  the  heavyweight  Sophie  Tucker.  But  in  real  life  he  prefers  them  young  and 
redheaded — which  is  exactly  what  Margie  Little  is. 


coderey,  from  all  angles:  The  famous 
'redhead,  Arthur  Godfrey,  is  seen  by  millions 
on  CBS  TV — his  two  evening  programs  being 
top-rated — but  apparently  he  doesn't  see 
enough  of  himself.  So  Arthur  has  had  his  New- 
York  hotel  apartment  fixed  up  with  mirrors 
on  the  wall  and  ceilings.  Now  he  can  see  him- 
self from  all  angles!  .  .  .  Arthur,  incidentally, 
may  appear  languorous  and  casual,  but  he  is  a 
demon  for  work.  He  is  on  the  radio  and  TV 
more  often  thantany  other  star,  and  has  very 
little  time  for  relaxing.  In  New  York,  he 
avoids  the  night  clubs,  benefit  shows,  and 
theatrical  restaurants.  Instead,  he  hides  out  at 
the  Cub  Room  of  the  Stork,  where  he  enjoys 
the  company  of  his  pal.  Walter  Winchell.  and 
other  celebrities. 

heart  throb  from  the  past:  The  next  time 
you  see  Neil  Hamilton  on  Hollywood  Screen 
Test,  ask  your  mom.  She'll  tell  you  about  the 
silent  movie  days,  when  handsome  Neil  was 
the  No.  1  Heart  Throb.  Neil  was  the  original 
men's  collar  ad  model,  and  went  to  Hollywood 
to  become  a  big  star.  He  did  not  do  too  well  in 
the  talkies,  so  when  TV  came  along,  Neil 
switched.  He  is  now  emcee  of  Hollywood 
Screen  Test,  the  oldest  continuously  sponsored 
drama  program  on  TV.  Neil  and  his  wife  are 
now  living  quietly  in  an  apartment  ' in  New 
Rochelle.  Incidentally,  Neil  is  a  devout  Catho- 
lic who  attends  church  immediately  after  each 
Monday  night  telecast. 

Warren  Hull,  Freddie  Bartholomew,  Conrad 
Nagel,  Joe  E.  Brown,  Lee  Tracy,  William  Gar- 
gan,  Roy  Rogers  are  some  of  the  other  movie 
veterans  who  are  concentrating  on  TV  careers. 

uncle  mlltie's  romance:  Milton  Berle,  who 
made  such  a  spectacular  comeback  in  TV 
popularity  this  season,  is  still  romancing  the 
attractive  RKO  publicity  girl,  Ruth  Cosgrove. 
But  I  predict  there  won't  be  wedding  bells— 
for  a  while.  Milton  is  still  carrying  the  torch 
for  the  beautiful  and  blonde  Joyce  Matthews, 
whom  he  married  twice  and  from  whom  he 
was  twice  divorced.  Not  only  that,  but  Mil- 
ton is  utterly  devoted  to  his  mother,  Sandra, 
and  his  little  daughter,  Vickie.  What  little 
time  he  has  to  spare,  he  gives  to  sone^'nting 
and  to  polishing  a  novel. 

nancy  and  frank:  A  lot  of  Broadwayites 
are  betting  that  Nancy  Sinatra  will  not  hurry 
to  wed  again.  Is  it  became  she  hopes  that, 
some  day,  Frankie  will  hurry  back? 

Frank,  meanwhile,  has  been  repairing  the 
damage  to  his  career  by  his  last  movie  and  by 

.  his  tiffs  with  the  press  when  he  was  courting 
Ava  Gardner.  He  is  more  approachable  now, 
more  conscious  of  public  relations,  and  has 

ibeen  picking  up  TV,  theater  and  cafe  work 
until  he  can  set  another  movie  deal.  And,  al- 
though his  voice  is  holding  up  fairly  well,  he 
is  eager  to  develop  into  a  singing  and  dancing 
light  comedian,  like  Gene  Kelly,  whom  he 
worships.  That's  why  Frank  has  been  taking 
dancing  lessons  and  working  so  hard  in 
comedy  scenes  on  TV. 


jerry  lester  and  tv:  Another  casualty  of 
the  TV  season  has  been  comedian  Jerry  Lester, 
a  tremendously  talented  guy.  Lester,  under 
contract  to  NBC,  has  been  getting  more  than 
$3,500  a  week  when  he's  not  working.  It 
i  tems  he  and  NBC  just  cannot  agree  on  the 
right  format  for  a  new  TV  show.  His  summer 
Show  was  a  poor  one,  and  Jerry  is  now  plaving 
cafes. 

Jerry's  marriage  broke  up,  and  being  away 
from  his  three  children  no  doubt  made  him 
more  irascible  than  ever.     During  his  peak 


bits  of  news:  The  Fred  Warings  have 
drifted  apart,  after  so  many  years  .  .  .  Wil- 
liam H olden' s  new  Paramount  Pictures  con- 
tract forbids  TV  appearances.  Bill  says  it's 
okay  with  him;  he  never  did  think  much  of 
TV  .  .  .  Roy  Rogers  and  Dale  Evans  have 
apparently  quit  making  movies  for  theaters. 
Concentrating  on  their  films  for  TV  .  Don- 
ald Buka  has  recovered  from  a  broken  nose 
incurred  when  he  was  smacked  hard  during  a 
fight  scene  on  "Tales  of  Tomorrow" 
Charlton  Heston,  who  is  in  such  great  demand 
on  TV,  is  sentimental  about  giving  up  his 
cold-water  walk-up  one-room  apartment  on 
West  45th  Street  near  10th  Avenue  in  New 
York.  Stays  there  when  he's  in  town. 


days,  when  the  Open  House  show  was  so  hot. 
Jerry  alienated  many  of  his  friends  by  his 
supreme  ego.  He  used  to  brag,  "Next  to  Charlie 
Chaplin,  I'm  the  greatest  comedian  in  the 
world !" 

Despite  everything,  his  talent  is  so  greaf,  he 
will  come  back  better  than  ever,  I'm  sure ! 

kitty  kallen  and  budd:  Kitty  Kallen,  the 
brunette  singer  touring  with  Martin  and  Lewis, 
manages  to  find  time  to  be  a  good  wife  and 
mother.  She  is  a  Philadelphia  girl  whose  career 
spiraled  until  she  was  starring  at  the  Co  pa- 
cabana.  Budd  Granoff,  young  and  handsome, 
was^  the  press  agent  for  the  club  and,  fol- 
lowing Kitty's  engagement  there,  they  had  a 
date.  This  was  the  beginning  of  a  blazing 
romance  that  culminated  in  quick  marriage. 
They  didn't  plan  having  a  baby  right  away, 
but  Jonathan  came  along  the  first  year,  and 
Budd  and  Kitty  have  built  themselves  a 
charming  house  in  Westwood,  N.  J.,  so  Jona- 
than, now  3,  can  grow  up  in  the  suburbs. 

mickey  and  jane:  When  Mickey  Rooney 
married  Elaine  Mahnken,  everybody  was  sur-  I 
prised,  especially  TV  comedienne  jane  Kean. 
Jane  is  a  pretty,  witty  blonde,  and  she  and 
Mickey  had  been  romancing,  on  and  off,  for 
years.  Mickey  seemed  to  gravitate  back  to  her 
between  marriages,  and  he  even  proposed. 
But  Jane  wasn't  ready  for  the  Big  Step,  and 
stalled.  So  Mickey  wandered  off. 

Margaret  trvman's  future:  Margaret  Tru- 
man's TV  career  is  a  question  mark.  She  has  a 
contract  with  NBC,  but  everyone's  wondering 
what  will  happen  when  the  contract  expires 
later  this  year.  Meanwhile,  she  has  made  a  lot 
of  friends  around  Radio  City.  Jimmy  Durante 
thinks  she  is  a  "swell  guy"  and  found  her  easy 
to  work  with.  The  truth  is  that  she  has  de- 
veloped a  flair  for  light  comedy.  So  don't  be 
surprised  if  she  does  less  concert  singing  and 
more  musical  comedy  stuff  on  TV. 

domestic  martha  raye:  Although  Martha 
Rave  is  pleased  that  her  once-a-month  NBC 
show  is  such  a  big  hit,  the  most  important 
thing  in  her  life  is  her  eight -year-old  daughter, 
Melodye.  Martha,  who  did  such  fine  work 
opposite  Charlie  Chaplin  in  "Mons.  Ver- 
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raucous  hoyden  when  she  works  in  her  own 
night  club,  the  ''Five  O'Clock"  in  Miami  Beach. 
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TV.  But,  after  each  TV  show,  she  hurries  for 
the  train  back  to  Miami  (she's  afraid  to  fly), 
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She  devotes  every  afternoon  to  Melodye  and 
takes  her  to  Catholic  church  Sunday  morn- 
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NOW  WE  HAVE  EVERYTHING  (Lucille  Ball)  by  Arthur  L.  Charles  32 

FIRST-BORN  (Elizabeth  Taylor)  by  Steve  Cronin  37 

MAN  ON  THE  MOVE  (John  Wayne)  by  Jim  Henaghan  39 

LOVE  AT  YOUR  OWN  RISK!  by  Louella  Parsons  41 

THEY  BROKE  ALL  THE  RULES  (Doris  Day)                            by  Alice  Hoffman  43 

LOVE  IN  A  PENTHOUSE  (Janet  Leigh-Tony  Curtis)  by  Marva  Peterson  45 

A  BACHELOR  FINDS  HIMSELF  (Dan  Dailey)  by  Susan  Trent  47 

HOLLYWOOD'S  NEWEST  SEX-QUEEN  (Terry  Moore)  by  Kirtley  Baskette  49 

THE  GANG'S  ALL  HERE  (Alan  Ladd)  by  Sue  Carol  Ladd  51 

THE  MOUSE  TAKES  THE  LION  (Debbie  Reynolds)  by  Richard  Dexter  53 

COURAGEOUS  HEART  (Anne  Baxter)                                        by  Jack  Wade  55 

YOU  BELONG  TO  ME  (Jeff  Hunter)  by  Jim  Burton  57 

HOLLYWOOD'S  STRANGEST  MARRIAGE  (Cary  Grant)  by  Pamela  Morgan  65 

PRAYER  AND  LAUGHTER  by  Red  Skelton  67 

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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  GOOD  NEWS     6 

TV  TALK   by  Paul  Denis  14 

MIKE  CONNOLLY'S  HOLLYWOOD  REPORT   18 

MOVIE  REVIEWS  by  Florence  Epstein  24 

SWEET  AND  HOT  by  Leonard  Feather  31 

MODERN  SCREEN  FASHIONS   58 

TAKE  MY  WORD  FOR  IT  by  Diana  Lynn,  star  columnist  for  April  92 

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Other  picture  credits  on  page  86 


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O.  Can  you  tell  the  real  names  of  Gary 
Cooper,  Fred  Astaire,  and  Cyd  Charisse? 

 T.T.,  Omaha,  Neb. 

A.  Frank  J.  Cooper,  Fred  Austerlitz, 
Tula  Ellice  Finklea. 

O.  I  was  in  school  many  years  ago  with 
a  girl  named  Evelyn  Lederer.  She 
married  Allan  Keefer,  then  Nick  Stuart 
and  I'm  wondering  if  she  is  the  same 
woman  currently  married  to  Alan  Ladd. 

— H.H.,  Urbana,  III. 

A.  Yes;  her  screen  name  was  Sue  Carol. 

©  What  actor  in  Hollywood  gets  the 
most  fan  mail?— D.E.,  Fx.  Wayne,  Ind. 

A.  Right  now  it's  a  toss-up  between 
Dale  Robertson  and  Robert  Wagner. 

O.  How  old  is  John  Wayne,  what  is  his 
ri"ht  name,  how  many  times  has  he  been 
married,  is  he  in*  love  with  Maureen 
O'Hara?  — B.L.,  Timmins,  Ont. 

A.  He  was  bom  in  1907;  christened 
Marion  Mitchell  Morrison;  he's  been 
married  twice,  is  not  in  love  with  Mau- 
reen O'Hara. 

q  \re  Dean  Martin  and  Perry  Como 
brothers?        -W.J.T.,  Newtown,  Pa. 

A.  No. 

Q  Who  are  the  most  generous  men  in 
show  business  ?  — K.Y.,  Linden,  N.  J. 

A.  Jack  Benny,  Jimmy  Durante,  Fred 
Allen,  George  Jessel. 

Q.  Whatever  happened  to  the  love  affair 
between  Kirk  Douglas  and  Elizabeth 
Threatt?        —  J.K.,  Glenville,  Minn. 

A.  It  turned  out  to  be  a  summer  ro- 
mance. 

O.  Is  there  any  possibility  of  Gene 
Tierney  getting  married  to  Aly  Khan 
after  his  divorce  from  Rita? 

 N.E.,  Baltimore,  Md. 


A.  Yes,  a  good  one. 

O.  Has  Loretta  Young  ever  been  previ- 
ously married?  If  so,  what  happened 
to  her  first  husband?— L.S.,  Berlin,  Pa. 

A.  Miss  Young's  first  marriage  to  Grant 
Withers  was  annulled.  He  is  currently 


an   actor   and   executive   at  Republic 
Studios. 

O.  Who  is  generally  considered  the  most 
handsome  actor  in  the  movies? 

 H.Y.,  Lockport,  N.  Y. 

A.  John  Derek  according  to  several  ace 
cameramen. 

O.  I've  been  told  that  Mario  Lanza, 
Gene  Kelly,  Bing  Crosby,  and  Charles 
Boyer  all  wear  toupees.  Is  this  on  the 
level?  — D.H.,  Baltimore,  Md. 

A.  True  except  for  Lanza.  He  has  his 
own  hair. 

©.  Has  Jeff  Chandler  gone  high-hat  and 
discharged  the  agent  who  discovered 
him?  Why  did  20th  Century-Fox  drop 
its  option  of  Chandler? 

— E.W.,  Beckley,  W.  Va. 

A.  Chandler's  agent  is  still  Mayer  Mish- 
kin.  20th's  refusal  to  exercise  its  option 
was  an  oversight  that  studio  is  currently 
seeking  to  correct.  Chandler's  basic  stu- 
dio contract  is  still  with  Universal-In- 
ternational. 

Q.  A  nurse  who  once  worked  for  Joan 
Crawford  tells  me  that  Joan  has  trouble 
keeping  domestic  help.  Is  she  hard  to 
work  for?        — F.F.,  Frankfort,  Ky. 

A.  Not  hard— particular.  Miss  Crawford 
pays  her  help  top  wages,  insists  upon 
perfection. 

9.  I  understand  Gary  Crosby  is  a  ter- 
rible student  and  may  be  flunked  out  of 
Stanford.  Can't  his  father  make  him 
study?  — V.R.,  Palo  Alto,  Cal. 

A.  Bing  has  taken  Gary's  car  away  from 
him,  has  ordered  the  boy  to  concen- 
trate on  his  studies. 

O.  Isn't  Movita  too  old  for  Marlon 
Brando?  She  starred  in  Mutiny  On  The 
Bounty  18  years  ago. 

— P.H.,  Lynchburg,  Va. 

A.  She  is  older  than  he,  but  Marlon 
prefers  mature  companions. 

©.  What  ever  happened  to  Veronica 
Lake  and  why  did  her  fame  vanish? 

— P.N.,  Loveland,  Tex. 

A.  Miss  Lake  is  currently  concentrating 
on  stage  work.  (Continued  on  page  34) 


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and  Benny  Fields,  two  headliners  recently  come  out  of  retirement. 


"Where're  the  Can-Can  girls?"  quizzes  Bill  Holden  at  the  party  after 
the  Moulin  Rouge  opening  ...  one  of  the  season's  dressiest  tunct.ons 
Brenda  Marshall  Holden  is  interested  in  other  things  at  the  moment. 


LOUELLA  PARSONS 
GOOD  NEWS 


LUCY'S  BABY! 


JUDY    GARLAND'S    MID  NIGHT   ANTICS  .  .  .    JUNE    HAVER    FACES    A    NEW  LIFE 


When  Bing  Crosby  and  Mona  Freeman 
started  playing  golf  and  dining  together 
quietly  in  Palm  Springs,  an  irate  voice  tele- 
phoned and  said: 

"I  thought  you  said  Bing  Crosby  wouldn't 
marry  again!" 

I'll  say  it  again,  brother.  But  I  didn't  say 
he'd  never  again  buy  dinner  for  a  pretty  girl. 
All  of  a  sudden,  Mona  is  the  most  dated  girl 
in  town. 

Nicky  Hilton  has  flipped  hard— as  com- 
pletely gone  on  Mona  as  he  was  on  Liz  Taylor 
in  their  courtship  days — and  just  as  jealous. 

Mona  and  Nicky  were  sunning  themselves 
at  the  pool  at  the  Racquet  Club  in  Palm 
Springs.  A  long  distance  call  came  to  Mona 
from  her  ex,  Pat  Nerney,  asking  her  if  she'd 
have  dinner  with  him  when  she  returned  to 
town. 

Wham!  Bang!  Nicky  hit  the  ceiling  so  high 
he  dashed  out  of  the  place  and  drove  back  to 


Los  Angeles  fuming  furiously  into  the  night. 

And  the  very  next  night,  Mona  dined  with 
Bing  as  Nicky  fumed  and  fumed  in  Hollywood 
— this  time  as  HE  was  on  the  long  distance 
'phone  paging  Mona  in  the  cocktail  lounge! 

All  the  time  I-Love-Lucy's  baby  was  being 
born,  Lucille  Ball  was  fully  conscious. 
She  was  given  only  a  spinal  anaesthesia, 
as  it  was  a  Caesarean  section  delivery. 

Lucille  kept  heckling  the  doctor  with  "What 
is  it??  What  is  it?  It's  gotta  be  a  boy." 

And  the  doctor  kept  saying,  "Wait  a  minute, 
honey — now  take  it  easy." 

"Where's  Desi?"  from  Lucille.  "If  it  ISN'T 
a  boy  give  HIM  an  anaesthesia." 

When  his  Royal  (TV)  Highness,  Desiderio 
Alberto  Arnaz  IV,  put  in  his  appearance,  Desi 
burst  into  the  corridor  outside  the  operating 
room  yelling  loudly  to  relatives  and  script- 
writers: 


"It's  a  boy!  Hurray,  we  don't  have  to  re- 
rewrite  the  script,  fellows!" 

Tuny  Garland  and  Sid  Luft  are  starting 
f  something  new  socially  that  hostesses 
hope  won't  become  a  fad.  The  Lufts  are  ar- 
riving at  dinner  parties  around  midnight — or 
later. 

At  the  Jules  Steins'  dinner  dance,  Judy,  Sid 
and  Peter  Lawford  arrived  as  at  least  half 
the  guests  were  leaving — and  they  all  re- 
turned just  on  the  chance  Judy  was  going  to 
sing — and  she  did,  until  the  wee  small  hours. 

Judy  is  much  thinner  and  using  an  eyebrow 
make-up — straight  instead  of  arched — that 
gives  her  a  piquant  Oriental  look. 

I  asked  Judy  why  she  and  Sid  were  show- 
ing up  so  late  for  parties — this  wasn't  the 
only  time  they'd  done  it. 

"Oh,  by  the  time  we  get  through  looking 
at  the  baby,"  she  laughed,  "that  takes  hours 


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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

 and  I  take  a  short  nap  for  my  health,  and 

the  hairdresser  does  my  hair  and  we  get 
dressed — well,  it's  just  midnight!" 

Peter  Lawford,  who  came  with  the  Lufts  as 
I  said,  didn't  seem  to  mind  at  all  that  Rocky 
Cooper  (whom  he  has  sooooo  long  admired) 
was  being  obviously  adored  by  another  tall, 
dark,  handsome  and  young  admirer. 

Another  old  flame  of  Pete's,  Sharman  Doug- 
las, was  also  present— she,  too,  dancing  every 
number  with  someone  else. 

The  few  people  who  know  June  Haver  best 
have  realized  for  years  that  June  has 
been  sguarely  facing  the  guestion  of  whether 
she  will  continue  her  career — or  put  all  mate- 
rial things  behind  her  and  enter  a  convent. 

These  friends  now  believe  that  little  June 
quietly  has  made  her  decision. 

Several  weeks  ago  she  put  all  of  her  per- 
sonal possessions  on  the  auction  block. 

Her  contract  with  20th  Century-Fox  is  up 
this  year. 

She  hasn't  been  seen  around  with  a  Holly- 
wood beau  in  months. 

How  ironic  it  is  that  the  gay,  dancing,  sing- 
ing heroines  Junie  has  played  in  so  many 
movies  have  never  come  true  for  her  in  pri- 
vate life. 

She  suffered  a  nervous  breakdown  when 
her  marriage  to  Jimmy  Zito  went  on  the  rocks 
and  almost  suffered  another  several  years 
later  after  the  death  of  Dr.  John  Dusik  whom 
she  deeply  loved.  She  has  had  many  ill- 
nesses. 

Always  a  deeply  religious  girl,  June  is  turn- 
ing deeper  and  deeper  to  her  Catholic  faith  to 
sustain  her. 

I,  for  one,  will  not  be  surprised  if  she  has 
decided  to  enter  a  convent. 

Is  poor  Bob  Stack's  face  red — and  himself 
so  good-looking,  too. 
At  a  recent  public  luncheon  in  Beverly  Hills, 
he  heaped  sugar  and  cream  into  consomme — 
thinking  it  was  the  cup  of  coffee  he  had  asked 
for.  But  Joan  Fontaine  and  Anne  Francis,  sit- 
ting on  either  side  of  him,  will  never  let  him 
forget  it! 


Ava  Gardner  wrote  me  a  letter  from  Africa 
,  right  after  Frank  Sinatra  had  to  leave 
her  again  and  return  to  Hollywood: 

"I  miss  my  guy,"  says  the  frank  Ava,  "but 
we  were  very  happy  while  he  was  here. 
Maybe  we  needed  to  get  away  from  civiliza- 
tion! I'm  so  glad  he's  coming  home  to  a  big 
movie  job  in  From  Here  To  Eternity.  He'll 
show  the  world  he's  an  actor  as  well  as  a 
singer. 

"While  he  was  here  we  slept  on  hard  cots 
under  mosquito  netting  and  listened  wide- 
eyed,  and  I'll  admit  a  little  frightened,  while 
all  sorts  of  wild  animals  roared  outside  our 
camp  circle.  We  bathed  in  tiny  canvas  tubs 
and  dined  sitting  on  the  ground. 

"Africa,  insofar  as  the  natives  are  con- 
cerned, is  certainly  a  man's  land,  Louella.  I 
don't  think  any  American  housewife  would 
ever  again  complain  if  she  could  see  the  way 
the  native  African  woman  lives. 

"Most  of  the  girls  are  married  in  their  early 
teens  after  their  fathers  sell  them  to  the 
highest  bidder.  From  then  on,  she  builds  the 
house,  she  tends  the  fields  and  cattle,  she 
prepares  the  meals,  and  she  bears  the  chil- 
dren— usually  eight  to  twelve  in  the  family — 
and  without  taking  time  away  from  her  reg- 


This  quartette  is  a  shoe-maker's  delight.  Dancers 
Marge  and  Gower  Champion,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Gene  Nelson  at  The  Jazz  Singer  premiere. 


"Cross  your  finger?  and  hold  your  thumbs," 
breathes  Peggy  Lee.  Her  new  husband,  Brad 
Dexter,    knows    she's    got    nothing    to  fear. 


Something  for  the  family; 
the    Crawfords  appear. 
Steven  and  Cynthia  Shaw, 


and  the  fans;  when 
That's  Chris+opher, 
Christina  and  Joan. 


Virginia  Mayo's  all  a'bloom  at  the  premiere 
Her  funny-man  husband  Mike  O'Shea  claim 
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ular   duties   in   the   fields   and   the  house. 

"Believe  me  when  I  say — and  I  think  I've 
had  my  troubles  being  married!" 

If  this  isn't  typical  of  Shelley  Winters,  I'll 
eat  the  item. 
Constance  Dowling  was  hostessing  a  baby 
shower  for  Shell  and  she  asked  her  to  make 
a  list  of  her  friends. 

On  the  list  Shelley  turned  in  there  were  20 
men  and  two  girls. 

I HAD  the  time  of  my  life  on  a  short  trip 
back  to  New  York  and  to  Washington, 
D.  C,  for  the  Inauguration. 

Just  like  any  fan,  I  could  hardly  wait  to  see 
Bette  Davis  in  her  musical,  Two's  Company. 
I  can't  tell  you  how  wonderful  our  great  dra- 
matic star  is  kicking  up  her  heels,  imitating 
Tallulah  Bankhead  watching  Bette  Davis,  do- 
ing a  hill-billy  crone  and  otherwise  cavorting 
as  La  Davis  has  never  cavorted  in  the  movies. 

We  had  been  friends  for  a  long  time  in 
Hollywood,  but  I  never  had  such  an  enthu- 
siastic reception  as  Bette  gave  me,  arms 
around  necks,  kisses  on  the  cheek,  etc.,  when 
I  visited  her  backstage. 

I've  always  said  that  when  you're  away 
from  Hollywood  everyone  you  see  from  movie- 
town  seems  like  a  long  lost  brother — or  sister. 

I  also  saw  Shirley  Booth  in  Time  Of  The 
Cuckoo  and  my  money  still  says  she's  1953's 
Oscar  winner.  If  she  makes  her  new  Broad- 
way show  on  the  screen,  she'll  probably  be  a 


"I'm  surrounded,"  cried  Charlton  Heston  at  the 
annual  Modern  Screen  party  in  New  York.  But 
he  didn't  call  for  help  signing  his  autograph. 


"Great  Scott!"  cried  Miss  Patricia.  "Good 
Knight,"  mmm'd  Mr.  Brady.  It  was  a  mutual 
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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

candidate  again  in  '54— that's  how  good  she 
is  as  an  actress. 

I  went  to  the  Drama  Critics'  Awards  to 
Stanley  Kramer  and  Fred  Zinnemann  as  "best 
producer  and  director"  of  the  year  for  High 
Noon  ("best"  movie  winner). 

I  must  say  the  award  part  was  short  and 
sweet.  Give  'em  the  citations — then  have 
fun. 

When  I  was  in  Washington  for  the  Inaug- 
ural I  heard  on  every  side  that  Shirley 
Temple  Black  deeply  resents  some  criticism 
from  certain  quarters  because  she  took  her 
child  out  of  school  just  because  the  young- 
ster was  mentioned  as  appearing  in  a  school 

play-  , 

To  her  close  friends,  Shirley  said,  sticking 

out  that  firm  little  chin  of  hers,  "I  don't  want 

my  daughter  to  live  my  childhood — and  I 

won't  permit  it." 

If  you  ask  me,  this  speaks  volumes. 

Purely  personal:  Lana  Turner  never  takes 
her  eyes  off  her  escort  (currently  Lex 
Barker)  while  dining.  She  doesn't  need  to 
watch  her  food  because  she  just  pushes  it 
around  the  plate.  Wonder  if  she  eats  FIRST 
at  home.  .  .  . 

Isn't  Terry  Moore  overdoing  the  "I'm  a 
screwball,  I'm  completely  gone"  angle  in  her 
interviews?  .  .  . 

It's  time  Pier  Angeli  starts  using  lipstick 
particularly  if  she  continues  going  to  night- 
clubs where  lights  are  dim  anyway.  .  .  . 

There  should  be  a  law  against  comedians 
working  themselves  to  death  as  witness  Jerry 
Lewis,  Red  Skelton,  Eddie  Cantor.  ... 

Mari  Blanchard  is  the  next  Queen  of  Sex — 
if  you  can  believe  what  you  hear  out  at 
Universal-International.  She's  expected  to  be 
giving  Marilyn  Monroe  a  run  for  the  title  by 
this  time  next  year.  ... 

Rita  Hayworth  has  plenty  of  money  again 
— and  little  happiness.  .  .  . 


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Betty  Hutton  wears  the  cutest  cocktail  hats 
—usually  black  and  small,  usually  with  tiny 
veils— but  she  manages  to  make  them  look  so 

different.  .  .  . 

The  all-time  low  in  a  public  statement: 
Johnnie  Ray's  about  his  separation  from  Mari- 
lyn: "Don't  blame  her.  This  chick  tried.  She's 
the  only  girl  who  ever  made  me  feel  like  a 
man.  The  chick  tried  to  do  everything  to  keep 
us  together.  But  I'm  on  the  verge  of  a  break- 
down trying  to  recapture  that  one  hour  of  our 
honeymoon" — ad  nauseam. 

The  Letter  Box:  Betty  Barker,  Norfolk,  Vir- 
ginia, thinks  Dean  Martin  is  overly  neg- 
lected in  the  team  of  Martin  and  Lewis. 
"Even  the  stories  about  both  of  them  are 
mostly  about  Jerry,"  she  complains,  "and  poor 
Dean,  who  is  so  handsome,  so  talented  and 
so  good  natured,  comes  off  second  best." 
Don't  believe  I  can  go  along  with  you  on  this, 
Betty.  Dean  is  all  you  say,  but  he  gets  his 
share  of  adulation— and  he'd  be  the  first  to 
say  so. 

Thank  all  of  you  who  wrote  such  kind  let- 
ters about  my  story  on  Bing  Crosby.  I  deeply 
appreciate  what  you  said. 

Evelyn  Weir,  of  Brooklyn,  says  that  both 
Modern  Screen  and  I  neglect  Charlton  Heston. 
'Not  nearly  enough  news,  gossip  and  inter- 
views with  him,"  complains  Charlton's  rabid 
fan. 

Here  are  more  addresses  of  boys  in  the 
service  who  would  appreciate  letters  from 
Hollywood  stars  and/or  fans: 

C/O  Pvt.  Holland  Browning,  RA  13377349, 
Detachment  No.  4,  352  Comm.  Recon.  Co., 
A.P.O.  301,  c/o  Postmaster.  San  Francisco, 
Calif. 

1st  Lt.  John  E.  Hughes,  0995645,  Btry  A,  160 
FA  BN  APO  86,  c/o  Postmaster,  San  Francisco. 

And  for  a  switch:  Anne  Brown,  10  Lul worth 
Drive,  Pinner,  Middlesex,  England,  will  be 
delighted  to  write  to  service  men  who  write 
her.  She's  21,  has  brown  hair,  hazel  eyes 
and  is  interested  in  music,  the  theater  and 
movies. 

That's  all  this  month.  See  you  next  month. 


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perry  como,  who  knows  what  he  wants !  Perry  Como,  now  40,  is  a 
solid  singer  in  more  ways  than  one.  He's  not  only  been  a  top  singing 
personality  for  the  past  ten  years— having  turned  out  eight  records  that 
sold  more  than  a  million  copies— but  he  is  also  a  solid  citizen. 

He  does  his  three-times-a-week  CBS  TV  show  for  Chesterfield,  runs 
his  own  music  publishing  house,  and  earns  about  a  million  dollars  a  year. 
And  does  all  this  quietly,  with  dignity,  and  without  hanging  around  night 
clubs  or  getting  into  headline-making  squabbles. 

The  former  barber  from  Canonsburg,  Pa.,  knows  what  he  wants: 
Enough  money  and  time  to  enjoy  home  life  with  his  childhood  sweetheart. 
*  tN  '  -  R0sdie  and  their  children— Ronnie,  13,  David,  7,  and  Terri,  S.  They  live 
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-Tuesdays  and  Thursdays.  He's  informal,  and  likes  old  friends  around.  He  loves  colored  shirts 
and  slacks,  and  doesn't  own  a  dinner  jacket.  Around  the  house,  he  fusses  with  cameras.  Outside 
of  the  house,  he  golfs,  shooting  in  the  70s.  He  is  active  in  the  local  church,  and  does  much  for 
charity-but  shuns  personal  publicity.  In  fact,  he  has  a  press  agent,  the  famed  Harry  Sobol,  but 
uses  him  as  a  buffer  for  avoiding  publicity  contacts.  He  is  so  afraid  publicity  will  rum  the 
normal  life  of  his  three  kids  that  he  won't  invite  photographers  br  interviewers  to  his  home. 

Despite  his  shyness,  he  is  so  beloved  by  the  hard-bitten  songpluggers  of  Tin  Pan  Alley,  they 
put  aside  one  full  day  a  year  for  their  Perry  Como  Golf  Tournament.  It's  their  way  of  saying, 
"You're  a  swell  guy!". 

jackie  gleason's  getting  trimmed:  Jackie  Gleason's  taking  a  trim  wing 
—in  weight,  that  is.  The  CBS  TV  star  comedian  is  having  the  biggest 
fight  of  his  life— against  extra  fat.  Once  286  pounds,  Jackie  is  down  to  a 
mere  220,  and  is  determined  to  work  down  to  a  svelte  185.  At  one  time, 
he  tried  a  diet  of  steaks  and  clams,  eating  once  a  day  and  laying,  off 
liquor.  But  it  wasn't  enough.  So  he  tried  some  psychological  warfare.  He 
bought  a  lot  of  size  44  suits,  and  threw  away  his  size  56  suits.  That  gave 
him  a  goal:  to  be  able  to  wear  those  size  44  suits  comfortably.  Every- 
where he  went,  his  pals  asked,  "Do  you  diet  by  exercising?"  And  Jackie 
would  answer,  "Heck,  no.  When  I'm  dieting,  I'm  so  tired,  I  can't  even 
stand  up  to  exercise!"  Lately,  Jackie  has  taken  even  more  drastic  measures.  He  spends  most  of 
his  week  at  Doctor's  Hospital,  where  he  diets  under  strict  medical  supervision.  He's  restricted  to 
600  calories  a  day.  Of  course,  he's  turned  his  hospital  suite  into  an  office,  and  has  bedside  con- 
ferences with  his  writers  and  staff.  He  leaves  the  hospital  only  for  important  business  and  for 
actual  rehearsals.  , 
Like  Gleason,  Dagmar  has  to  fight  a  tendency  to  get  too  heavy.  She  loves  to  eat  and  cook, 
and  staying  around  her  big  apartment  a  lot  helps  add  weight.  So,  about  once  a  year,  she  gets  des- 
perate and  takes  appetite-reducing  pills— under  medical  supervision— and  loses  about  two  pounds 
a  day.  She  quits  when  she's  shed  about  20  pounds.  During  the  dieting,  she  hates  to  go  out  ex- 
plaining, "I'm  cross  when  I'm  dieting,  so  I'd  rather  stay  home.  Inci- 
dently,  Dagmar's  weight  is  a  big  secret.  Her  160-pound  husband,  Danny 
Dayton,  says,  "Two  things  Dagmar  will  never  talk  about— her  weight 
and  her  age!"  And  Dagmar,  when  asked  how  heavy  she  is,  always  an- 
swers, "I  fluctuate."  Period. 


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ambition,  finally,  to  make  good  on  the  stage.  She's  been  touring  m  Oj. 

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(Continued  from  page  14)  room  with  three 
other  young  actresses.  She  got  a  35-cent-per- 
meal  discount  at  the  club,  and  she  hung  around 
the  corner  drug  store,  where  she  and  other 
young  actresses  swapped  tips  on  TV  jobs.  She 
had  a  lot  of  dates  with  young  actors,  and  was 
proud  of  the  fact  that  she  was  earning  enough 
money  to  support  herself.  When  her  mother 
sent  $130  for  her  last  birthday,  Melinda  went 
on  a  shopping  spree  and  spent  it  all  on  new 
dresses.  She's  partial  to  blacks  and  grays. 

meet  tom  morton:  Another  product  of  TV  is 
Tom  Morton,  who  was  tested  by  20th  Century- 
Fox  after  he  had  danced  on  the  Chico  Marx 
TV  show.  Morton,  who  is  25,  five-foot-eleven, 
with  black  wavy  hair  and  brown  eyes,  is  carv- 
ing out  a  movie  career  for  himself.  He's  already 
made  Wait  Till  The  Sun  Shines  Nellie,  The 
Stars  Are  Singing  and  Main  Street  To  Broad- 
way. Before  Barbara  Belle  discovered  him  and 
became  his  manager,  Tom  was  a  chorus  boy 
in  Broadway  shows  and  TV.  He  is  a  bachelor, 
and  living  with  his  mother  in  Hollywood.  He 
spends  virtually  all  his  time  improving  his  tal- 
ents— toning  up  his  dancing,  his  singing,  and 
acting.  Make  a  note  of  his  name,  girls.  He's  on 
the  way  up! 

the  tv  stars:  Danny  Thomas  made  himself 
look  bad  when  he  blurted  out,  "Television  is 
for  idiots.  I  don't  like  it.  It's  a  medicine  show!" 
The  fact  is  that  Danny  was  worried  and  feel- 
ing very  insecure  about'  TV,  when  he  first 
went  into  it.  When  his  show  did  not  draw  the 
audience  rating  he  felt  he  deserved,  he  blew  his 
top  .  .  .  Marguerite  Piazza,  the  beautiful  opera 
singer,  was  stunned  when  her  handsome  hus- 
band. J.  Graves  McDonald,  died  suddenly  on 
New  Year's  Eve.  He  was  her  second  husband, 
father  of  her  second  child,  and  her  manager  as 
well.  .  .  Buster  Crabbe  has  settled  in  New 
York,  doing  a  lot  of  TV  and  dashing  up  to  the 
Concord  Hotel  to  run  the  spectacular  pool  and 
water  sports  there.  .  .  .  Johnny  Ray's  career  is 
being  endangered  by  his  personal  problems: 
marital  problems  and  escapades  that  wind  up 
in  the  police  courts  and  the  front  pages.  He'll 
probably  do  more  TV  this  year,  but  he  is  ask- 
ing for  $12,500  per  performance,  and  may  not 
get  too  many  offers.  And,  what  is  not  generally 
known,  is  that  he  owns  only  45%  of  his  own 
gross  income.  The  rest  is  controlled  by  mana- 
gers. 

the  men  in  tv:  Arthur  Godfrey  is  still  the 
top  moneymaker  in  TV.  His  two  TV  shows 
and  several  radio  shows  for  CBS  bring  him 
$1,400,000  a  year.  .  .  .  Charlton  Heston,  who 
first  made  good  in  TV,  is  unhappy  about  hav- 
ing to  give  up  his  cold-water  walk-up  flat  on 
West  47th  Street.  That  little  apartment,  in  a 
slum  area,  was  Chuck's  home  during  lean  and 
good  years,  and  he's  very  sentimental  about 
it:  .  .  .  Tony  Martin,  who  owns  a  terrific  rec- 
ord collection,  says  his  favorite  disk  is  Johnny 
Long's  "In  Old  Shanty  Town,"  recorded  back 
in  1938.  .  .  .  Frankie  Thomas,  who  won  TV 
fame  as  Frank  Corbett,  Space  Cadet,  is  a 
movie  veteran  whose  last  film  was  Ginger 
Rogers'  Major  And  The  Minor.  Now  25, 
Frankie  is  living  in  a  New  York  apartment 
with  his  parents,  and  keeping  busy  with  radio 
and  TV  work.  He's  a  bachelor,  and  gets  a  load 
of  fan  mail.  Some  of  the  letters  are  so  ardent, 
I  can't  repeat  them  in  this  column.  .  .  .  Sam 
'Levenson,  the  folk  humorist,  is  once  more  a 
daily  newspaper  columnist.  He  is  the  family- 
type  humorist,  and  has  a  real  happy  family 
life.  He,  his  wife  Esther,  their  son  Conrad,  and 
>     their  baby  daughter  live  in  an  unpretentious 


private  home  in  Brooklyn.  Sam  wanders  in 
the  neighborhood  for  bits  of  funny  dialogue 
that  he  often  uses  in  his  monologues. 

A  NEW  COMIC,  FRANK  FONTAINE :  Tall,  blond, 

handsome  comedian  on  Scott  Music  Hall  is 
Frank  Fontaine.  He's  only  32,  and  he's  been 
around  for  years,  but  it  has  been  only  lately 
that  he  has  emerged  as  a  highly  talented  funny 
man.  He  comes  from  a  solidly  show-business 
background.  His  father,  Baron  Fontaine,  was 
a  vaudeville  singer;  his  grandfather  was  a  cir- 
cus strong  man;  and  his  wife,  Alma,  is  a  for- 
mer acrobatic  dancer.  Unlike  most  other  come- 
dians, he  believes  in  big  families.  He  is  already 
father  of  eight — count  'em — children.  Six  sons 
and  two  daughters,  ranging  from  \y2  to  15. 
Already,  his  kids  can  do  most  of  his  comedy 
routines. 

Frank  had  the  whole  family  with  him  in 
Hollywood  while  he  made  seven  movies,  in 
eluding  the  Martin  and  Lewis  Scared  Stiff,  and 
brought  them  to  home-town  Boston  when  he 
had  to  come  East  for  TV.  Frank  commutes 
from  Boston  to  New  York  each  week  for  his 
TV  show,  on  which  he  co-stars  with  Patti 
Page,  the  recording  star. 

Another  long-distance  commuter  is  Martha 
Raye,  who  lives  in  Miami  Beach  and  commutes 
by  train  (she's  afraid  to  fly)  to  New  York 
every  fourth  week  for  her  NBC  TV  show. 

bob  alda,  proud  dad:  It's  hard  to  believe 
that  handsome  Robert  Alda  is  father  of  a  17- 
year-old  son,  but  it's  true.  Alan  is  a  freshman 
at  Fordham  University,  and  studying  acting 
and  radio-TV.  The  boy  is  talented  and  wrote 
a  complete  musical  show  produced  at  Stepanic 
High  School,  White  Plains,  last  year.  Alan's 
off  to  a  flying  start,  which  is  in  sharp  contrast 
to  Bob's  rough  beginnings.  Bob  started  as  a 
singing  usher  at  Loew's  Orpheum,  New  York 
about  20  years  ago,  when  I  first  met  him.  He 
was  getting  $3  extra  a  week  for  singing  the 
band  overture.  Today,  he  has  developed  into  a 
top  actor  and,  in  fact,  did  only  acting  on  TV 
during  1952.  Didn't  sing  a  note.  And,  strangely 
enough,  Bob  quit  the  hit  show,  Guys  And  Dolls 
last  September.  He  was  the  show's  outstanding 
hit  as  singer-actor,  but  wants  to  become  a  pro- 
ducer. He  will  co-produce  a  Broadway  show 
this  Fall. 

odds  and  ends:  Milton  Berle  is  a  happy  guy 
again,  now  that  his  NBC  TV  show  is  back 
among  the  top-rated  shows.  Thanks  to  Good- 
man Ace,  whose  writing  staff  refashioned  Miltie 
into  a  less  brash,  more  likeable  comedian, 
Miltie  is  King  again.  He  is  still  dating  Ruth 
Cosgrove,  and  they  took  a  Miami  Beach  vaca- 
tion together.  He  gave  her  a  car  for  a  surprise 
gift,  and  everybody  felt  they  would  tie  the 
knot— but  nothing  happened.  .  .  .  Imogene 
Coca,  after  recovering  from  an  emergency  ap- 
pendectomy, is  back  with  Max  Liebman's  won- 
derful Show  Of  Shows  on  NBC  ...  Sid  Caesar, 
her  co-star,  has  another  reason  for  rushing 
home  nights:  his  baby  son.  Sid  and  Florence 
Caesar  do  most  of  their  entertaining  at  home, 
where  the  fun  usually  comes  from  showing 
kinescopes  of  Sid's  TV  shows,  followed  by  a 
wisecracking  analysis  of  each  performance. 

Ed  Sullivan,  first  newspaper  columnist  to 
become  a  TV.  star  (his  CBS  show  is  Toast  Of 
The  Town),  has  recovered  from  his  latest  bout 
with  ulcers.  Doing  a  daily  column  and  han- 
dling a  top-rated  TV  show  is  tiring  Ed;  but  he 
has  tremendous  drive  and  the  only  thing  that 
worries  him  is  having  less  time  for  golf!  .  .  . 
Guy  Lombardo,  who  will  do  a  TV  series,  broke 
his  own  rule  for  never  indulging  in  politics 
when  he  campaigned  publicly  for  Eisenhower. 


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BEAUTY  AUTHORITY 

Dry  skin  is  both  a  blessing  and  a 
curse.  Which  it  is  in  your  case  is  up 
to  you.  Two  women  I  discussed  the 
problem  with  just  the  other  day  illus- 
trate what  I  mean ! 


The  first  was  grateful  for  her  natu- 
rally dry  complexion,  the  delicacy 
it  gave  her  skin  and  the  freedom 
from  that  "greasy"  look.  The  second 
felt  terribly  about  hers.  It  was  drab 
and  flaky,  so  her  make-up  looked 
harsh  and  little  lines  were  threaten- 
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The  difference  was  in 
the  care  they  gave  their 
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regular  use  of  the 
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The  thing  that  makes  Woodbury  re- 
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HOLLYWOOD  HEARTBEATS: 

The  grass  is  always  greener  in  the  next  pasture,  and  ain't  it  the  truth!  When 
the  Masquers  Club  of  Hollywood  threw  a  stag  party  to  honor  Jane  Wyman  as  its 
First  Lady,  with  Janie  the  only  gal  present,  she  said:  "When  I  was  dancing  in 
the  chorus  I  was  always  the  third  girl  from  the  left  in  the  second  row.  I  kept 
trying  to  get  into  the  first  row  but  Alice  Faye  was  always  in  my  way!"  .  .  .  Their 
friends  have  pegged  it  as  a  Spring  wedding  for  Pier  Angeli  and 
Kirk  Douglas,  who  calls  her  "Amarella"  ...  Ann  Blyth  tells 
me  it'll  be  a  June  jaunt  down  the  middle  aisle  for  herself  and 
Dr.  Jim  McNulty.  'Twas  his  brother,  none  other  than  singer 
Dennis  Day,  who  put  young  Jim  through  medical  school  .  .  . 
MGM,  incidentally,  had  better  put  Ann  to  work  in  the  next 
Mario  Lanza  picture  pronto  because  once  she's  Mrs.  McNulty  she 
wants  a  big  family  right  now! 

It's  getting  real  cozy  with  Joan  Crawford  and  Nick  Ray. 
They  each  brought  their  own  children  when  they  dated  at  the 
preem  of  The  Jazz  Singer  ...  We  got  a  long-delayed  letter  (it  Wyman 

must've  come  by  mule  train!)  from  Africa  telling  how  Ava 
Gardner  celebrated  her  birthday  and  Christmas  simultaneously 
in  her  tent  on  the  location  site  of  Mogambo  near  Nairobi.  Clark 
Gable  and  Grace  Kelly  celebrated  with  her,  as  did  John  Ford— 
and,  of  course,  her  ever-lovin'  Frankie!  She  wrote:  "We  even 
had  a  make-believe  fireplace,  and  hung  our  stockings  in  front 
of  it"  .  .  .  Bob  Wagner  dyed  his  hair  black,  and  it's  a  good  foil 
for  Barbara  Stanwyck's  grey  locks  .  .  .  Romantic  bust-ups  of 
the  month:  Coleen  Gray  and  John  Payne,  Nora  and  Dick  Haymes 
(one  of  those  off-again  things  that'll  probably  be  on-again  before 
you  can  say  Errol  Flynn!),  Gene  Tierney  and  Aly  Khan,  Merle 
Oberon  and  her  Dr.  Ross  ...  It  appears  that  the  first  thing 
Ursula  Thiess'  wedding  to  Bob  Taylor  will  accomplish— if  and 
when!— will  be  to  bring  her  two  children  over  from  Germany. 


WHO'S  MAD  AT  WHOM: 

Dick  Jaeckel,  the  beefcake  boy  whose  career  is  zooming  be- 
cause of  Come  Back,  Little  Sheba,  rifted  with  his  wife  and  two 
kids.  It  happens  so  often  when  an  actor  becomes  successful  in 
Hollywood,  it  makes  you  wonder  if  success  is  worth  it  .  .  .  Lana 
Turner,  Art  Linkletter  and  others  of  Humphrey  Bogart's  neigh-  The  Bogarts 
bors  are  sore  at  him  and  his  Baby  because  their  two  boxers 
bark  all  night  ...  I  hear  that  those  spats  between  Jennifer 
Jones  and  her  spouse,  David  Selznick,  are  over  money— her 
money !  In  other  words,  he  wants  to  tell  her  how  to  spend  what 
she  earns. 

You've  never  seen  so  much  scurrying  back  and  forth  between 
law  offices  as  Johnnie  and  Marilyn  Ray  are  doing,  in  preparation 
for  their  separation  and/or  divorce.  But  Marilyn  keeps  telling 
everyone  that  if  she  has  her  way  the  settlement  will  be  amicable 
...  An  airplane  is  mixed  up  in  the  community  property  wrangle 
between  John  and  Esperanza  Wayne.  She  claims  it's  hers  and 
that  John  won't  give  it  back  .  .  .  John  Hodiak  has  been  forgetting 
all  about  Anne  Baxter  with  a  little  French  model  who  lives  at  the  Beverly  Hills 
Hotel.  John  Payne  introduced  them  .  .  .  Paramount  threatened  to  slap  a  new 
clause  into  Jerry  Lewis'  contract  that  will  prevent  the  comic  from  ever  again 
riding  a  motor  scooter.  I  stumbled  over  Jerry  in  his  wheelchair  at  NBC  during 
one  of  his  airshows  and  he  said  that  all  his  fall  did  was  {Continued  on  page  20) 


Lewis 


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Hollywood 
report 


continued 


Skelton 


"open  up  an  old  tired  wound  in  my  leg." 

TIME  TABLES: 

You  gals  can  relax.  Bob  Wagner  isn't  marry- 
ing till  he's  30  .  .  .  Susie  Hayward  tells  me 
she  wants  to  buy  a  home  in  the  San  Fernando 
Valley  with  a  tree  house  in  the  back  yard  .  . .. 
Jane  Russell  says  Bob  Waterfield  talks  more 
in  five  minutes  while  doing 
a  guest  appearance  on  tele- 
vision than  he  does  in  five 
hours  at  home  .  .  .  When 
John  Farrow  gifted  his  wife, 
Maureen  O'Sullivan,  with  a 
mink  coat  their  13-year-old 
Michael    said,    "Daddy,  it 
would  have  been  cheaper  to 
make  it  out  of  $20  bills." 

Alexis  Smith  and  Craig 
Stevens,  who  broke  up 
housekeeping  a  year  ago,  have  been  going  to 
parties  together  but  it  doesn't  mean  a  thing 
makeup-wise  .  .  .  Greer  Garson  decorated  a 
new  apartment  in  Dallas  to  surprise  her  Buddy 
.  .  .  One  of  the  reasons  Red  Skelton  collapsed 
was  because  he  wanted  to  lose  weight  in  a 
hurry  and  ate  nothing — absolutely  nothing 
— for  two-and-a-half  days.  He  lost  12  pounds 
doing  it  but  we  almost  lost  our  Red !  .  .  . 
When  Robert  and  Vera  Newton  moved  into 
the  Bogarts'  old  house  they  found  a  pair  of 
old  shoes  that  Bogie  had  left  behind.  So  Bob 
planted  them  with  ivy  and  set  them  proudly 
out  on  the  front  porch. 

FUNNIES: 

Bob  Hope  said  to  Jean  Peters  on  his  air- 
show:  "They  tell  me  a  woman  is  a  rag,  a 
bone  and  a  hank  of  hair — so  what's  all  the 
rest  of  that  stuff  you've  got  there?"  .  .  . 
Joan  Davis  went  into  a  reducing  salon  to 
try  on  a  girdle  designed  to  make  you  look 
thin  and,  having  tried  it  on,  exulted:  "Won- 
derful, wonderful — but  why  is  my  face  blue?" 
.  .  .  Bob  Mitchum  complained  that  most  of 
the  paintings  at  an  art  exhibit  on  the  Sunset 
Strip  weren't  well  lit.  "So  what?"  so-whatted 
the  attendant.  "Most  of  the  customers  are!" 
.  .  .  Somebody  phoned  in  a  suggestion  that 
20th-Fox  change  the  title  of  The  Robe  to  The 
Disrobe  and  let  Marilyn  Monroe  star  in  it 
.  .  .  I'm  told  Errol  Flynn  is  the  only  man  in 
the  world  who  carries  a  marriage  license  in  his 
back  pocket  made  out  "To  Whom  It  May 
Concern." 

FINANCIAL  PAGE: 

Farley  Granger  and  Sam  Goldwyn  made  up 
again,  after  Farl's  long  suspension.  And  Farl 
is  making  trips  to  the  bank 
again  .  .  .  Anne  Baxter's  ma 
gets  $50  a  week  as  her  secre- 
tary and  her  dad  gets  20  per- 
cent of  Anne's  pay  as  busi- 
ness manager  .  .  .  Nancy 
Sinatra  refused  $150,000 
from  Mario  Lanza  for  the 
mansion  she  and  Frankie 
once  lived  in,  against  her  at- 
torney's advice.  She's  hold- 
ing out  for  $210,000,  plus 
another  $25,000  for  the  carpets  and  drapes  . . . 
Mitzi  Gaynor  and  her  ma  took  a  two-year 
lease  on  a  $500-a-month  penthouse  at  the 
Chateau  Marmont. 


LONG  HUNCH  DEP'T: 

I've  got  it  from  inside  the  inside  rail  that 

the  much-vaunted  wedding  of  Beetsy  Wynn, 

Keenan's  ex-wife,  and  Dan  Dailey  will  never 

take  place  .  .  .  First  word  we 

had  in  Hollywood  of  a  rift 

in  the  marriage  of  Greg  and 

Greta  Peck  was  when  Greta 

sent  word  to  Rosheen  Mar- 
cus   that    Rosheen  would 

have  to  vacate  the  Pecks' 

Pacific  Palisades  home.  They 

had  rented  it  to  Rosheen, 

who   is  William  Saroyan's 

mother  -  in  -  law,     for  18 

months  before  they  took  off         The  Pecks 

for  Europe.  But  they  hadn't  been  gone  nine 

months  when  Greta  decided  to  come  home. 
Greg  stayed  on  in  Paris,  alone,  and  Mel 

Ferrer  went  over  to  try  to  patch  up  the  rift 
.  .  .  There  were  also  reports  busting  out  all 

over   that    Gene   and   Betsy   Kelly  weren't 

getting  along  in  Paris. 

Hedy  Lamarr  and  Virginia  Field  will  never 
like  each  other  as  much  after  their  last  en- 
counter (witnessed  by  your  ever-lovin'  cor- 
respondent) on  Rodeo  Drive  in  Beverly  Hills. 
Hedy,  just  back  from  New  York,  bumped 
into  Virginia  and  screamed,  "Dollink,  why  is 
your  hair  so  gray?"  Virginia  fanged  back: 
"I  had  it  touched  up  that  way  for  a  part 
in  a  picture — why's  yours  that  way?"  And 
Hedy,  stuck  for  an  answer,  turned  on  her 
heel  and  walked  away!  .  .  .  Clark  Gable 
bagged  two  white  zebras  in  Africa.  He'll  cover 
the  seats  of  his  new  Jaguar  car  with  the 
skins  .  .  .  Another  hot  feud:  Paulette  Goddard 
and  Richard  Ney.  They  haven't  spoken  since 
they  made  a  picture  together  in  Spain  and 
nobody's  quite  sure  why ! 


A 

O'Connor 


Granger 


HOME  FIRES  BURNING: 

Donald  O'Connor  gave  up  the  lease  on  his 
Hayworth  Drive  apartment  in  Hollywood 
and  moved  back  into  his  home  with  his  Gwen, 
after  a  long  talk  with  his  psychiatrist  .  .  . 

First  person  to  get  a  phone   ■ 

call  through  to  Liz  Taylor 
after  Michael  Howard  Wild- 
ing's birth  was  Jean  Sim- 
mons. 'Twas  only  a  few 
hours  after  Junior  arrived 
but  Liz  explained:  "Well, 
the  phone  was  sitting  there 
on  the  hospital  table  and  it 
rang  and  I  picked  it  up  and 
answered  it.  What's  so  un- 
usual?" What,  indeed?  .  .  . 
Clifton  Webb  escorted  Susie  Zanuck  to  the 
Inauguration  Ball  .  .  .  Seventy-one  cases  of 
imported  champagne  were  consumed  at  the 
wedding  of  Peggy  Lee  and  Brad  Dexter,  and 
Eugenie  Clair  Smith,  the  cigarette  heiress, 
never  once  took  off  her  floor-length  white 
mink  .  .  .  Ann  Sothern  was  baptized  a 
Catholic  .  .  .  Jane  Powell's  waistline  has 
bounced  up  to  22  inches  since  her  baby 
came. 

Burt  Lancaster's  six-year-old  son  suffered 
a  concussion  when  he  fell  to  the  floor  at 
home  while  Burt  was  tossing  him  playfully 
in  the  air.  Doctors  said  the  child  will  be 
okay  but  Burt  will  never  bounce  him  again! 

Coleen  Gray's  daughter  told  a  schoolmate: 
"When  Mommie  marries  John  Payne,  Kathy 
Payne  will  be  my  stepsister"  .  .  .  But  you 
wouldn't  have  agreed  with  the  child  if  you'd 
seen  Payne  (Coleen  was  in  Europe  making  a 
picture)  rushing  Arleen  Whelan  at  Betty 
Furness's   party   in  the   Champagne  Room. 


hobby  is 


danger- 


ous ! 


"When  I'm  not  making  a  film," 
Arlene  Dahl  explains,  "I've 
plenty  to  keep  me  busy.  And 
best  of  all  I  love  to  spend  hours 
working  in  the  garden.  That 
may  seem  like  a  healthy, 
innocent  pastime,  but  for  me . . . 
it's  dangerous ! 


"An  actress  can't  afford  to  let  her  hands  get  rough  and  dry !  So  -  the  moment  I  go  indoors 
—  I  smooth  my  hands  and  sun-parched  face  with  soothing,  pure  white  Jergens  Lotion! 


"My  other  hobby  is  writing,  and  when 
I've  papers  to  handle  I'm  grateful  that 
Jergens  leaves  no  greasy  film.  Jergens 
works  fast.  See  why:  Smooth  one  hand 
With  quickly  absorbed  Jergens  .  .  . 


"Apply  any  lotion  or  cream  to 
the  other.  Then  wet  them. 
Water  won't  bead  on  the 
Jergens  hand  as  it  will  over 
oily  lotions  or  creams. 


"Back  at  die  studio,  my  hands 
are  soft  and  smooth  —  always 
ready  for  screen  close-ups." 
That's  why  Hollywood  stars 
prefer  Jergens  Lotion  7  to  1. 


<@*>wdvo  <Je*gettS  ItitfofV.  .  .-fecause,  cKKic^vte  ^ro  ^Ws! 


Use  Jergens  Lotion  regularly  to 
keep  your  hands  lovely.  More 
women  use  Jergens  than  any 
other  hand  care  in  the  world. 
10«S  to  $1.00,  plus  tax. 


21 


"Soaping"dulls  hair_ 
HALO  glorifies  it ! 


■HBnaMHHHHBBH 


22 


Yes,  "soaping"  your  hair 
with  even  finest  liquid  or  cream  shampoos 
hides  its  natural  lustre  with  dulling  soap  film. 

Halo— made  with  a  special  ingredient— contains  no 
soap  or  sticky  oils  to  dull  your  hair.  Halo  reveals 

shimmering  highlights  .  .  .  leaves  your  hair 
soft,  fragrant,  marvelously  manageable! 
No  special  rinsing  needed.  Halo 
does  not  dry  .  .  .  does  not  irritate! 

Halo  glorifies  your  hair 

with  your  very  first  shampoo! 


Hollywood 


continued 


This  is  what  was  inscribed  on  the  locket 
Bob  Fallon  gave  Marie  Wilson  on  their  first 
anniversary:  "One  down,  49  to  go"  .  .  .  Hard- 
est star  phone  number  to  get:  Kathryn  Gray- 
son's. 

ODDS  BODKINS: 

Rock  Hudson  nosed  out  his  old  gal,  Mari- 
lyn Maxwell,  for  the  honorary  post  of  Mayor 
of  Universal  City  .  .  .  When  she's  prowling 
a  bargain  in  a  Beverly  Hills  department  store 
there's  no  more  unmovie- 
starrish  a  star  anywhere 
than  Ruth  Roman  .  .  .  Rita 
Hayworth  built  a  wire  cage 
with  sliding  roof  against  one 
side  of  her  house  for  her 
kids  to  play  in  in  safety  .  .  . 
Glenn  Ford's  temperament 
has  been  showing  all  over 
the  place  lately.  He  should 
have  a  talk  with  his  pal  Bill 
Holden  on  how  to  behave 
like  a  star  .  .  .  Judy  Powell,  Tab  Hunter's 
latest  girl  friend,'  isn't  jealous  a  bit.  She  gave 
him  a  framed  photo  of  Linda  Darnell!  .  .  . 
Margaret  O'Brien,  who  never  took  a  lesson 
in  her  life,  is  going  to  a  vocal  coach  to  lower 
her  voice  .  .  .  Loretta  Young  is  living  in  a 
dressing  room  at  U-I  while  It  Happens  Every 
Thursday  is  before  the  cameras. 

Eleanor  Parker  stopped  in  at  the  Four  Star 
Theatre  on  Wilshire  Boulevard  to  see  Bette 
Davis  in  The  Star  and  encountered  some  con- 
fusion engendered  by  the  non-appearance  of 
an  usherette.  So  Eleanor  took  over  and 
seated  the  startled  customers  for  a  jot  less 
than  two  hours.  Which  is  some  seating,  you 
will  admit!  .  .  .  Jimmy  Stewart  will  open 
the  Ringling  Brothers-Barnum  &  Bailey  Cir- 
cus here  next  spring  in  the  same  costume  he 
wore  as  "Buttons"  in  The  Greatest  Show  On 
Earth  .  .  .  Olivia  deHavilland  is  back  living 
in  "the  same  apartment  in  Mitch  Leisen's 
Shoreham  that  she  vacated  when  she  married 
Marcus  Goodrich  .  .  .  This  is  Sterling  Hay- 
den's  third  year  on  a  psychiatrist's  couch  .  .  . 
The  kids  in  Beverly  Hills  still  order  their 
favorite  drink  at  the  drug  store  counters 
there— a  Shirley  Temple  Cocktail.  It  con- 
sists of  "gingerale  on  the  rocks"  with  a  dash 
of  maraschino  cherry  juice. 

SEX  APPEAL: 

Jeanne  Crain  got  a  poodlecut  and  I'm  not 
sure  I  like  her  that  way  . . . 
Betty  Grable  got  a  butch 
haircut  .  .  .  Has  anyone  ever 
seen  a  pair  of  female  legs 
that  didn't  look  good  in 
black  net  stockings?  .  . .  Mrs. 
James  Mason  called  to  tell 
me:  "Some  evil  woman 
came  up  to  me  at  a  party  to 
tell  me  that  Marilyn  Monroe 
and  Marie  Wilson  wear 
pushups  in  their  bras !"  .  .  . 
Abdullah,  the  Warner  masseur, 
freckles  on  Doris  Day's  shoulders  are  prettier 
than  the  ones  on  her  nose  .  .  .  Mrs.  Gary 
Cooper  bought  her  friend  Dolores  Del  Rio 
some  net  nylon  nighties  before  taking  off  for 
Mexico  to  visit  Dolores  .  .  .  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor 
tells  us  she  wears  long-playing  lipstick.  Which 


I 


is  something  like  a  long-playing  phonograph 
needle !  .  .  .  Diana  Lynn  swears  she'll  never 
wear  pink  when  she  does  a  television  show 
again.  On  her  last  show  her  gown  looked 
like  it  was  cut  clear  down  to  the  Dagmar 
Department ! 

Una  Merkel  says:  "These  days  an  actress 
either  has  to  have  a  bust  or  BE  one!"  .  .  . 
GI's  in  Korea  are  writing  Jan  Sterling  for 
duplicates  of  her  turtle-neck  sweater  .  .  . 
Terry  Moore  claims  she  developed  her — uh — 
er — anyway,  she  did  it  all  through  exercise 
.  .  .  Rosemary  Clooney  and  Jose  Ferrer  were 
so  anxious  to  get  away  from  it  all  and  be 
alone  after  the  Moulin  Rouge  preem,  they 
walked  out  of  the  Mocambo  before  the  star, 
Edith  Piaf,  sang  her  first  song  .  .  .  Shelley 
Winters  looked  nice,  for  a  change,  at  the 
same  affair:  a  smooth  makeup  job,  real  gone 
mink  coat,  combed  hairdo.  But  when  that 
gal  puts  her  mind  to  it  she's  the  sloppiest  in 
town  .  .  .  Dottie  Lamour  saluted  Adolph 
Zukor  this  way  at  his  80th  birthday  party: 
"I've  visited  you  in  your  office  at  least  112 
times  in  the  past  16  years,  Papa  Zukor,  and 
you  never  once  came  around  the  desk  and 
tried  to — tried  to — tell  me,  Papa  Zukor,  if  I'm 
so  unattractive,  why  did  you  ever  put  me  in 
pictures  in  the  first  place?"  .  .  .  That  Lana 
Turner  still  steals  ALL  the  attention  wherever 
she  goes.  I  watched  her  sweep  into  LaRue  one 
Sunday  night  on  Lex  Barker's  arm,  whereupon 
«very  neck  at  the  bar  craned  to  follow  her 
every  footstep  into  the  main  dining  room. 
And  every  diner  dropped  his  dinnerware  and 
gawked  and  gawked  and  gawked !  Cool,  man ! 

QUICK  QUOTES: 

-  Virginia  Mayo  and  Jeff  Chandler  were 
runners-up  for  the  Golden  Apple  Awards 
from  the  Hollywood  Women's  Press  Club  for 
being  the  most  cooperative 
filmites  of  the  year  and  Vir- 
ginia said  at  the  awards 
party:  "Stars  who  don't  co- 
operate with  the  press  must 
'have  rocks  in  their  heads!" 
.  .  .  Tony  Curtis  (he  and  his 
Janet  were  first  prize  win- 
ners) looked  around  the 
room  and  giggled:  "Four 
years  ago  I  couldn't  afford 
to  walk  into  this  restau-  Mayo 
rant!"  .  .  .  Melinda  Markey,  Joan  Bennett's 
daughter,  says  she  hides  her  eyes  behind  dark 
glasses  in  the  daytime  "  'cause  I  use  them  so 
much  at  night!" 

When  he  finished  his  co-starring  stint  with 
Deborah  Kerr  in  Dream  Wife  Cary  Grant 
said,  "There  are  only  two  women  I  ever  en- 
;oyed  working  with— Ina  Claire  (remember 
ler?)  and  Deborah  Kerr"  .  .  .  Shirley  Booth 
lad  this  to  tell  me  about  how  Terry  Moore 
jehaved  during  the  shooting  of  Little  Sheba: 
'That  sweet  child  worried  more  about  how 
ler  torso  was  being  photographed  than  any- 
hing  else!"  .  .  .  Arlene  Francis'  advice  to 
/anessa  Brown  about  endorsing  commercial 
>roducts:  "Honey,  I  would  even  pose  with 
ilumbing!"  .  .  .  Someone  cracked  that  Mari- 
yn  Monroe  wears  falsies.  Replied  Marilyn  to 
he  canard:  "People  who  know  me  better 
;now  better!"  .  .  .  It's  gospel  that  Tab 
lunter  spends  two  hours  a  day  answering 

iff  fan  mail.  He  says:  "When  I  was  a  kid  I 
/rote  to  Liz  Taylor  and  got  back  a  form 
iter.  I'm  not  going  to  do  that  to  other 
jids!"  .  .  .  June  Allyson  showed  off  her  new 
llort  haircut  and  giggled,  "I'm  not  Holly - 

ood's  'girl  next  door'  any  more — I'm  the 

>y  next  door!" 


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Are  you  modern? 

Are  you  always  on  the  alert  for  new 
ideas?  Are  you  interested  in  new  fash- 
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Tampax  was  made  to  fit  your  busy  life. 
Doctor-invented  Tampax  is  the  modem 
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internal  absorption. 

Are  you  fastidious? 

Your  hands  need  never  touch  the 
Tampax.  It's  inserted  quickly  and  easily 
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MO  VI 

by  florence  epstein 


picture  of  the  month 


An  accident  as  a  child  made  aristocrat 
Toulouse-Lautrec  a  crippled  dwarf.  Thirst- 
ing for  beauty,  he  found  art  a  consolation. 


Love  did  not  come  to  Lautrec  ...  he  had  to  buy  it. 
He  took  a  street-walker  into  his  home.  She  bled  him 
of  money,  broke  his  heart;  but  was  o  great  model. 


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H717ed"at  cafe  tobies  .  .  .  died  of  absinthe.  But  his  pointings  still   hang  in  the  Louvre. 


MOULIN  ROUGE 

■  Toulouse-Lautrec  was  a  deformed,  lonely  man.  but  when  he  painted  his 
posters  for  the  Moulin  Rouge-a  Paris  cafe  of  the  1880  s-he 
color  movement  and  excitement  he  thirsted  after.  In  the  hands  of  director  John 
Huston,  this  picture  captures  those  qualities,  too.  Here  is  Paris  city  of  gorgeous 
women  and  wild  emotions,  city  of  the  Can-Can  dancer  whose  loud,  gay  shouts 
echo  in  the  streets  of  Montmartre.  And  here  is  Toulouse-Lautrec,  a  pitiful  freak, 
sitting  at  a  table  in  the  Moulin,  soaking  himself  in  liquor,  sketching  those  dancers, 
lose  Ferrer  portrays  Lautrec  and.  thanks  to  a  bizarre  but  effective  make-up  trick, 
literally  gets  down  on  his  knees  to  do  it.  (Lautrec  was  injured  as  a  young  boy 
and  his  legs  stopped  growing.)  Rather  than  become  a  pampered  invahd  on  his 
parents'  estate.  Lautrec  rented  a  studio  in  Paris  where  he  played  out  his  life  in 
passion  and  pain.  There  was  a  street-walker  (Colette  Marchand)  who  gave 
him  a  glimpse  of  love  followed  by  a  whole  vista  of  despair.  There  was  the 
dazzling  cafe  singer  (Zsa-Zsa  Gabor)  whose  friendship  eased  his  dreadfu 
SonelJss.  There  was  the  model  (Suzanne  Hon)  who  could  not  bring .  herself 
to  marry  him.  Lautrec's  fame  grew  to  the  point  where  he  became  the  only  hving 
artist  to  have  a  collection  in  the  Louvre.  But  this  had  never  been  his  goal.  He 
had  wanted  love,  and  died  for  the  lack  of  it.  Moulin  Rouge  is  a  —able  visual 
experience.     It   drenches   you   with   the   brilliance   of  Paris.-Umted-Artists 


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THE  STAR 

The  star  (Bette  Davis)  is  through  in  Holly- 
wood, but  you  tell  her.  She  thinks  she  can 
come  back  like  Swanson — even  if  she  is  down 
to  her  last  three  bucks  and  her  agent  (Warner 
Anderson)  won't  advance  another  dime.  At  40, 
the  lines  are  beginning  to  show  and  kids  like 
Barbara  Lawrence  are  pushing  her  out  of  the 
picture.  Nevermind.  Bette  has  a  12-year-old 
daughter  (Natalie  Wood)  who  thinks  she's 
tops,  although  Natalie  lives  with  the  star's  ex- 
husband  and  can't  do  much  cheering.  One 
night  Bette  breaks  down,  drinks  herself  into 
jail.  Sterling  Hayden,  who's  always  had  a 
soft  spot  for  her  (Bette  made  him  a  lead  in  a 
big  production,  then  he  switched  to  the  boating 
business)  pays  the  fine.  Maybe  you're  finished 
with  being  glamorous,  he  tells  her,  but  you 
haven't  even  begun  to  be  a  woman.  She  takes 
this  kindly,  runs  out  to  the  May  Company 
where  they  put  her  in  lingerie  (that  is,  she 
sells  lingerie)  for  about  ten  minutes,  or  until 
a  couple  of  catty  dowagers  recognize  her. 
Finally,  Bette's  agent  talks  a  nice  producer 
into  testing  her  for  a  minor  role.  Bette  wants 
the  major  role,  figures  if  she  plays  the  test  like 
a  teen-ager  they'll  give  it  to  her.  Well,  they 
don't,  but  that  isn't  important.  The  important 
thing  is — will  Bette  realize  that  life  can  be 
beautiful,  even  if  there'll  never  be  another 
Oscar?  I  guess  you'd  call  this  a  woman's  pic- 
ture. Women  cry  when  they  see  it. 
Cast:  Bette  Davis.  Sterling  Hayden,  Natalie 
Wood,  Waznei  Anderson.  Minor  Watson. — 
20th  Century-Fox. 


TAXI 

This  is  a  comedy,  a  very  good  one.  Scratch 
the  surface  and  you  learn  something  about  real 
people  reminiscent  of  Damon  Runyon's  charac- 
ters. Dan  Dailey's  a  New  York  taxi  driver. 
He  lives  with  his  mother  (Blanche  Yurka)  and 
what  with  trying  to  evade  the  pathetic  spins- 
ters she's  dying  to  have  him  marry,  and  paying 
off  the  Finance  Company  for  his  cab  he's  be- 
come a  rather  pessimistic,  touchy  guy.  Dailey 
plays  him  beautifully.  One  day,  the  fare  he 


picks  up  at  a"  Brooklyn  pier  is  a  young  Irish 
girl  (Constance  Smith)  aglow  with  faith.  A 
footloose  American  married  and  left  her  in 
Dublin  and  she  has  24  hours  to  find  him  (Im- 
migration Dep't.  rules).  Constance  doesn't 
think  her  husband's  unfaithful;  she  thinks  he!s 
wonderful.  Probably  just  too  busy  writing  his 
novel  to  claim  her  and  the  baby.  In  the  time 
it  takes  to  locate  that  man  (Mark  Roberts)  a 
change  comes  over  Dailey.  He  loses  a  whole 
day's  pay  and  doesn't  care;  he's  gained  some- 
thing much  more  valuable.  20th  Century-Fox 
makes  New  York  the  backdrop  for  this  fast 
moving  script.  And  the  freshness  of  Constance 

Smith,  the  broad  humor  of  Blanche  Yurka  

are  a  constant  delight. 

Cast:  Dan  Dailey,  Constance  Smith,  Blanche 
Yurka,  Neva  Patterson— 20th  Century-Fox. 


THE  JAZZ  SINGER 

The  original  ]azz  Singer  made  motion  pic- 
ture history.  It  was  the  first  talkie  and  a  per- 
sonal triumph  for  Al  Jolson  whose  classic 
comment  at  that  time  was,  "You  ain't  heard 
nothin'  yet!"  Warner  Brothers  has  dusted  off 
the  plot,  spruced  it  up  with  Technicolor  and 
trot  it  out  now  as  a  very  handsome  offering. 
This  is  the  conflict  of  two  worlds,  of  father  and 
son  who  clash  over  the  son's  right  to  order  his 
own  life.  Danny  Thomas  is  given  a  lot  of  room 
to  display  his  varied  wares  and  he  emerges  as 
a  genuinely  warm  personality.  Eduard  Franz 
(as  Danny's  father)  plays  a  benevolent  but 
stern  elder  who  lives  in  the  shadows  of  tradi- 
tion. He  is  a  cantor — as  were  six  generations 
of  Goldings  before  him — and  he  expects  Danny 
to  follow  suit.  Danny  can't  think  of  anything 
but  show  business.  We  move  back  and  forth 
from  the  interior  of  Sinai  Temple  and  its  pure, 
Hebraic  songs  of  prayer  to  the  jazzy  stages 
of  New  York  (where  Peggy  Lee  does  her  own 
kind  of  stylized  chanting)  as  the  conflict  grows 
and  resolves  itself.    Alex  Gerry  and  Allyn 
Joslyn  provide  comic  relief.  Mildred  Dunnock 
(Danny's  mother)  is  a  sweet,  understanding 
soul.  However,  her  talent  is  much  superior  to 
the  part.    The  story  deals  with  old-fashioned 
sentiments,  but  it  is  full  of  heart  and  the 
bright  performances  of  Danny  and  Peggy  keep 
it  moving  right  along. 

Casf:  Danny  Thomas,  Peggy  Lee,  Mildred  Dun- 
nock, Eduard  Franz,  Tom  Tully,  Alex  Gerry, 
Allyn  Joslyn — Warners. 

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/  The  name  of  Sol  Hurok  is  famous  to  concert 
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One  Alone?  ...  Or  One  Of  the  Group? 

When  Mrs.  F.  first  moved  to  the  community,  she  was 
welcomed  by  a  small  neighborhood  group.  Unfortunately, 
Mrs.  F.  left  them  with  a  very  bad  impression  of  herself. 
And  she  might  still  be  a  stranger  in  her  neighborhood  if 
she  hadn't  discovered  why*  they  disliked  her.  Now  she 
is  a  leader  in  the  very  group  that  snubbed  her.  ' 


LISTERINE  STOPS  BAD  BREATH 

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Listerine  kills  germs  that  cause  this 
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Chlorophyll  or  chewing  gums  don't 


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That's  why  Listerine  Antiseptic  stops 
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played  by  David  Wayne,  was  bom  in  the 
Ukraine,  matured  in  a  hardware  store  in  St. 
Petersburg  where  he  met  his  wife  Emma 
(Anne  Bancroft).  He  came  to  New  York  alone 
at  the  turn  of  the  century,  got  a  job  as  a 
streetcar  conductor  and  dreamed  like  a  prince. 
How  he  made  those  dreams  come  true,  how 
the  greatest  artists  in  the  world  came  under 
his  management,  is  a  heartwarming  tale.  In 
the  telling,  20th  Century-Fox  employs  some 
rare  talents.   Ballet  by  Tamara  Toumanova, 
operatic  arias  by  Roberta  Peters  and  the  voice 
of  Jan  Peerce  (the  body  belongs  to  handsome 
Byron  Palmer),  violin  music  by  Isaac  Stern 
add  guality  and  depth  to  an  essentially  sim- 
ple story.  For  once,  Ezio  Pinza  has  a  movie 
role  egual  to  his  dignity.  As  Fedor  Chaliapin, 
temperamental  master  of  grand  opera,  he  is 
magnetic  and  charming.  This  Technicolor  pro- 
duction is  a  fine  tribute  to  Hurok  and  a  special 
treat  for  classical  music  lovers. 
Cast:  David  Wayne,  Ezio  Pinza,  Roberta  Peters, 
Tamara    Toumanova,   Anne  Bancroft,  Isaac 
Stern,  Byron  Palmer,  Oscar  Karlweis,  Mikhail 
Rasumny. — 20th  Cenfury-Fox. 


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ROGUE'S  MARCH 

When  a  British  officer  and  gentleman  is 
nabbed  with  the  goods  (secret  military  docu- 
ments) it  doesn't  matter  who  his  pater  is. 
Doesn't  even  matter  if  he's  innocent,  unless  he 
can  prove  it.  which  Peter  Lawford  (the  British 
O  and  G)  can't.  So  the  Royal  Midland  Fusi- 
leers  drum  him  out  of  the  service  (that's  the 
Rogue's  March)  and  he's  handed  over  to  the 
bobbies.  But  Peter  gives  them  the  slip  to  hunt 
down  the  bloke  who  framed  him.  Too  bad 
that  bloke  (John  Abbott)  has  been  dumped 
into  the  Channel,  or  some  body  of  water,  by 
his  gangster  pals.  Undaunted,  Peter  assumes 
an  alias,  joins  another  part  of  the  British  army. 
He's  sent  to  India  where  his  father  (Leo  G. 
Carroll)  commands  a  battalion  that's  going  to 
be  awfully  lost  unless  some  heroic  action  takes 
place  at  the  Khyber  Pass.  MGM  went  straight 
to  the  Pass  to  show  Peter  performing  the  action 
and  turning  up  the  one  man  who  could  prove 
his  innocence.  Well,  Pater  apologizes  for  ever 


having  doubted  his  son,  and  with  Peter  back 
Janice  Rule  doesn't  have  to  marry  Captain 
Richard  Greene,  although  there  are  worse 
fates.  It's  a  very  pip-pip  and  carry-on  sort  of 
thing,  if  you  like  that  sort  of  thing. 
Cast:  Peter  Lavrford,  Richaid  Greene,  Janice 
Rule,  Leo  G.  Canoll,  John  Abbott. — MGM. 


CITY  BENEATH  THE  SEA 

A  couple  of  deep  sea  divers  (Robert  Ryan 
and  Anthony  Quinn)  swagger  into  Jamaica 
one  bright  morning  for  the  job  of  their  lives. 
They're  hired  to  recover  a  million  dollars 
worth  of  gold  bullion  that  sunk  with  a  ship  in 
the  Caribbean.  You  can  bet  the  deal  is  shady. 
Whenever  their  diving  suits  are  drying,  though, 
the  boys  hunt  other  kinds  of  treasure.  Tony 
tears  a  cafe  apart  by  way  of  getting  an  intro- 
duction to  the  singer  (Suzan  Ball),  and  Bob, 
who's  sent  by  the  outdoor  type,  gets  sent  for- 
ever by  Mala  Powers.  When  not  being  roman- 
tic. Mala  is  operating  a  small  banana  boat. 
That  boat  takes  Ryan  out  to  the  sunken  city  of 
Port  Royal  where  the  camera  moves  in  for 
some  spooky  underwater  shots.  As  soon  as 
the  local  natives  hear  that  divers  are  poking 
around  in  their  sacred  city  they  stage  a  voo- 
doo ceremony,  predict  disaster.  It  comes,  too. 
While  Bob  Ryan  is  underwater  there's  an 
underwater  earthguake.  If  you  like  action, 
here's  plenty,  and  Tony  Quinn's  okay,  too,  as 
an  unpolished  Romeo. 

Cast:  Robert  Ryan,  Mala  Powers,  Anthony 
Quinn,  Suzan  Ball. — U.I. 


THE  STARS  ARE  SINGING 

If  Rosemary  Clooney  doesn't  strike  it  rich, 
Hollywood's  crazy.  This  is  only  her  debut  and 
she  acts  like  Crosby,  but  younger  and  prettier. 
The  plot  thickens  around  15-year-old  Katri 
Walenska  (Anna  Maria  Alberghetti)  who's  so 
anxious  to  enter  America  she  jumps  right  off 


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a  Polish  freighter  and.  swims  up  the  East  River 
into  harbor.  The  Polish  government  (which 
liquidated  her  parents)  doesn't  take  this  light- 
ly. Neither  does  the  American  government. 
But  Rosemary  takes  it  as  a  sign  that  her  luck 
will  change.  She's  been  struggling  along  with 
dogfood  commercials;  now  she  spots  a  gold- 
mine in  Anna's  coloratura.  Only  thing  is  she 
has  to  keep  Anna  in  the  country  to  cash  in. 
With  the  help  of  several  friends — an  unem- 
ployed hoofer,  Tom  Morton;  just  unemployed 
Bob  Williams  (he  has  an  hilarious  dog  act); 
and  Lauritz  Melchior,  a  one-time  opera  great 
who  is  giving  his  all  to  alcohol — Rosemary 
hides  Anna  from  the  authorities.  Oh,  yes, 
Rosemary's  boyfriend,  a  lawyer  named  John 
Archer,  flies  to  Washington  to  plead  their 
case.  It's  all  very  confused  and  funny,  but 
nothing  interferes  with  the  singing  that  goes  on 
almost  constantly.  In  one  cute  bit,  Rosemary 
does  her  agent  a  favor,  runs  through  a  song 
she  knows  will  be  a  flop.  Title:  Come  On-A 
My  House! 

Cast;  Rosemary  Clooney,  Anna  Maria  Alber- 
ghetti,  Lauritz  Melchior,  Bob  Williams.  Tom 
Morton,  John  Archer. — Paramount. 


THE  NAKED  SPUR 

When  the  Indians  in  this  Technicolor  West- 
ern get  shot,  their  horses  roll  right  over  them. 
And  the  white  men— they're  so  ornery  you're 
ashamed  to  belong  to  the  human  race.  It's  a 
brutal  affair,  centering  around  a  bitter  fellow 
(lames  Stewart)  who  came  back  from  the 
Civil  War  to  find  his  sweetheart  married  and 
the  farm  he  deeded  to  her  sold.  Now  he  wants 
money  to  buy  back  the  land.  It  happens  that 
a  killer  (Robert  Ryan)  has  $5,000  on  his  head, 
which  will  just  about  cover  Stewart's  losses, 
so  he  sets  out  to  find  him.  Ryan's  hiding  in 
the  Rockies  with  Janet  Leigh  who  treats  him 
more  or  less  like  a  father.  Stewart  and  a 
couple  of  fellows  he's  run  into  (Millard  Mitch- 
ell, Ralph  Meeker)  overpower  Ryan  and  the 
trip  back  to  Kansas  City,  where  the  reward 
waits,  begins.  On  that  trip  all  the  greed, 
cynicism  and  hatred  of  hopeless  men  come 
out.  Ryan,  fighting  for  his  life,  deliberately 
sets  the  trio  against  each  other.  "Five  thou- 
sand dollars  splits  better  two  ways,"  he  says, 
grinning.  He  knows  who  he's  talking  to.  Meek- 
er's the  type  who'd  shoot  his  own  grandmother, 
and  Mitchell's  one  of  those  worn  out  gold 
prospectors  who  might  have  been  different  if 
he  hadn't  spent  himself  in  the  wide  open 
spaces.  Anyway,  Janet  Leigh  plays  a  sort  of 
roughneck  ingenue  and  winds  up  with  Jimmy 
Stewart,  which  is  something — but  not  much, 
considering  that  every  other  male  is  freshly 
dead. 

Cast:  James  Stewart,  Janet  Leigh,  Robert  Ryan, 
Ralph  Meeker,  Millard  Mitchell— MGM. 


sweet 


"'Highly 
Recommended 
Recommended 
No  Stars: 

by  leonard  feather  AveraBe 
FROM  THE  MOVIES 

APRIL  IN  PARIS— album  of  selections  by  Doris 
Day*  (Columbia) 

Dodo  does  a  delightful  job  with  some  of 
the  songs  from  this  gay  musical.  Outstand- 
ing sides,  we  thought,  were  That's  What 
Makes  Paris  Paree,  with  Paul  Weston's 
orchestra  and  the  Norman  Luboff  choir 
helping  out;  and  /  Know  A  Place. 
THE  ASTAIRE  STORY— Four  LPs  by  Fred  As- 
toire**  (Mercury) 

This  Norman  Sranz  production  is  a  unique 
venture.  If  you  happen  to  have  a  rich 
relative,  it's  available  in  a  de  luxe  edition 
with  wonderful  candid  photographs  and 
sketches  of  Fred  making  the  album.  For 
ordinary  mortals,  the   music  is  available 
separately  and  you  can  buy  one  or  more 
of  these  four  LP  discs;  together  they  bring 
you  34  of  the  great  songs  with  which  he's 
been  identified,  as  well   as  three  dance 
numbers  on  which  he  taps  very  informally. 
Most    of   Astaire's    movies    [Top  Hat, 
Roberta,  Swing  Time,  Blue  Skies  and 
others)   are  represented  by  songs  in  this 
collection.  After  looking  over  the  list  you 
realize  he's  been  mixed  up  with  more  hit 
songs  than  anybody,  even   Bing  Crosby. 
Lady  Be  Good,  Night  &  Day,  Dancing 
In  The  Dark,  The  Carioca,  The  Way 
You  Look  Tonight  are  all  here. 
What  makes  the  whole  thing  doubly  suc- 
cessful is  that  he's  accompanied,  not  by 
an  elaborate  and  pretentious  studio  or- 
chestra, but  by  six  stars  from  Granz'  con- 
cert outfit:  Charlie  Shavers,  trumpet;  Flip 
Phillips,   tenor  sax;   Oscar   Peterson,  the 
wonderful  Canadian  pianist;  Barney  Kes- 
sel,  guitar;  Alvin  Stoller,  drums;  and  Ray 
Brown,  bass.  This  intimate,  soft  setting  is 
perfect  for  Fred's  voice,  which  has  more 
charm   than   actual   quality   or  quantity. 
At  the  end  of  the  last  side,  Fred  turns 
them  all  loose  for  a  top-notch  jam  session. 
EVERYTHING  I  HAVE  IS  YOURS  and  LIU— album 
from  sound  tracks*  (MGM) 
Here's    an    unusual    package,  combining 
music  from  two  recent  MGM  Technicolor 
productions.    Everything    I    Have  Is 
Yours,  the  lovely  title  song,  is  well  sung 
by    Monica    Lewis,    who    also    does  the 
17,000  Telephone  Poles  novelty.  Marge 
and    Gower   Champion    are  represented 
with  Like  Monday  Follows  Sunday  and 
Derry  Down  Dilly.  Johnny  Green  con- 
ducts the  studio  orchestra  in  the  attrac- 
tive Serenade  For  A  Nezv  Baby.  Except 
for  Hi-Lili  Hi-Lo  (done  by  Leslie  Caron 
and  Mel  Ferrer)  the  selections  from  Lili 
are    instrumental,    featuring   the  unusual 
music  Bronislau  Kaper  wrote  for  the  bal- 
let sequences. 

POPULAR 

TONY  BENNETT—  Congratulations  To  Someone 

(Columbia) 
NAT  COLE— Hozv*  (Capitol) 
BING  CROSBY — Open  Up  Your  Heart*  ( Dec- 

ca) 

SUNNY  GALE-A  Stolen   Waltz*  (Victor) 


Too  Fat? 


here's 
an  easy 
way  to 
reduce 

-says  Barbara  Hale 


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Barbara,  "Ayds  has  really  helped 
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Barbara  relaxes  in  the  pool  of  her 
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S  L  I  F,i      THE      WAY      THE      STARS  SLIM 


modern  screen  in  the  news 


now  we  have 
everything" 


"Let's  make  it  a  boy," 
Lucy  said,  when  they 
wrote  a  baby  into  the 
script.  And,  to  the 
delight  of  35  million 
viewers,  and  two 
relieved  parents,  a 
boy  it  was! 

BY  ARTHUR  L.  CHARLES 


■  Returning  from  the  doctor's  office  one 
memorable  April  afternoon,  Lucille  Ball 
ran  into  Desi  Arnaz  on  the  sound  stage 
at  General  Service  Studios  where  they 
shoot  the  I  Love  Lucy  series.  She  took 
him  aside  and  said,  "Honey,  you're  going 
to  be  a  father  again.  Whafll  we  do?" 

"What'll  we  do?"  Desi  repeated. 
"What'll  we  do  about  what?"  He  took  the 
redhead  in  his  arms  and  smothered  her 
makeup  with  a  wild  assortment  of  kisses. 

"What'll  we  do  about  the  show?"  Lu- 
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nancy very  much  after  the  fifth  or  sixth 
month." 

"Who  wants  to  hide  anything?"  Desi 
shouted.  "I  think  we  should  tell  everyone. 
This  time  I'm  sure  it's  going  to  be  a  boy." 

Excitable  Latin  that  Desi  is,  it  took 
Lucille  a  good  hour  to  calm  her  husband. 
At  home  that  night  there  was  a  sensible 
discussion.  Lucille  finally  decided  that, 
"I  would  work  on  the  show  as  long  as  I 
possibly  could.  I've  got  a  restless  nature 
and  just  sitting  around  home  waiting  for 
this  baby  to  come  would  have  driven  me 
nuts.  Besides  everyone  knew  I  was 
pregnant— with  Desi  it's  impossible  to 
keep  a  thing  like  that  quiet— so  we  de- 
cided since  the  show  is  based  on  a  lot  of 
our  home-life  incidents,  to  do  a  series  of 
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Lucille  was  told  rather  early  by  her 
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©.  I  understand  Janet  Leigh  has  been 
ill  with  a  very  mysterious  malady  and 
has  already  dropped  40  pounds.  Is 
something  seriously  wrong  with  her? 

— C.  D.,  Denver,  Col. 

A.  She  suffered   from   colitis;  lost  14 
pounds. 

Q.  Hasn't  Claudette  Colbert  broken  up 
with  her  husband?  Isn't  that  why  she's 
in  France? 

— B.  E.,  Corpus  Christi,  Tex. 

A.  No.  Miss  Colbert  is  in  Europe  to 
take  advantage  of  the  favorable  tax 
setup. 

Q.  Did  Jimmy  Stewart  start  out  in 
show  business  as  a  juggler? 

— F.  E.,  Winchester,  Va. 

A.  No,  as  an  accordion  player. 

O.  Was  the  operation  Clark  Gable  had 
to  pull  back  his  ears  very  expensive? 

—A.  W.,  Greer,  S.  C. 

A.  Yes. 

p.  Is  Artie  Shaw  related  to  the_  great 
musical  composer,  Jerome  Kern? 

— N.  Y.,  Grand  Island,  Neb. 

A.  He  was  once  his  son-in-law. 

<?.  Don't  Ann  Blyth  and  Piper  Laurie 
really  hate  each  other?  Why  do  they? 

— C.  H.,  Sanford,  Fla. 

A.. They  don't. 

Q.  As  a  divorce  settlement  did  Ava 
Gardner  get  $80,000  or  $60,000  from 
Mickey  Rooney?      — Q.  D.,  Kane,  Pa. 

A.  Ava  received  $25,000. 

<?.  Just  for  the  record  hasn't  Jane  Wy- 
man  been  married  to  a  dress  manufac- 
turer, an  actor,  and  a  musician?  Please 
name  these  men.  — L.  G.,  Yreka,  Cal. 

A.  Myron  Futterman,  Ronald  Reagan, 
Fred  Karger. 

p.  I  understand  that  Doris  Day  and 
Esther  Williams  keep  their  husbands 
on  very  strict  allowances?  How  much 
do  they  give  each  of  their  husbands? 

— G.  T.,  Laurel,  Miss. 

A.  Nothing;  both  Marty  Melcher  and 
Ben  Gage  are  completely  self-support- 
ing, and  always  have  been. 

Q.  I've  been  told  by  good  authority 
that  Betty  Grable  does  not  do  her  own 
singing  in  pictures.  True  or  false? 

— S.  H.,  San  Mateo,  Cal. 

A.  False. 

O.  What  does  Doris  Day  use  to  hide 
her  freckles?— Y.  M.,  Mayfield,  Ky. 

A.  Nothing. 


<?.  When  a  movie  star  gets  a  bleach 
job  on  her  hair  don't  the  hair  stylists 
first  use  several  applications  of  hot  oil  ? 

— Y.  T.,  Memphis,  Tenn. 

A.  Yes. 

Q.  Now  that  Turhan  Bey  is  back  in 
Hollywood,  haven't  he  and  Lana  Tur- 
ner secretly  taken  up  where  they  left 
off  years  ago  ? 

— J.   R.,   Emeryville,  Cal. 

A.  No. 

Q.  In  Somebody  Loves  Me  did  Ralph 
Meeker  do  his  own  singing  ? 

— B.  Y.,  Quincy,  III. 

A.  No. 

9.  How  many  times  did  Milton  Berle 
marry  Joyce  Matthews?  How  many 
children  did  they  have? 

—V.  D.,  San  Juan,  P.  R. 

A.  They  were  married  twice;  adopted 
one  girl. 

9-  Why  don't  movie  magazines  carry 
pictures  of  actors  on  the  covers? 

— H.  G.,  Wonderland,  N.  J. 

A.  Some  do;  generally,  however,  they 
don't  sell  too  well. 

9-  Does  John  Wayne  have  another  wife 
picked  out  for  himself?  How  old  is  he 
anyway  ? 

— A.  K.,  Shaker  Heights,  Ohio 

A.  Wayne  is  45;  has  no  third  wife 
picked  out. 

9-  Truthfully,  was  Bing  Crosby's  mar- 
riage to  Dixie  a  happy  one?  I've  heard 
so  many  conflicting  stories.  What  is  the 
truth?       — D.  A.,  Knoxville,  Tenn. 

A.  For" the  most  part,  the  marriage  was 
successfid. 

9-  If  you  want  an  autographed  photo 
of  a  movie  star  do  you  have  to  send 
money  to  the  star? 

— A.  H.,  St.  Petersburg,  Fla. 

A.  No. 

9-  I've  written  several  actresses  asking 
them  to  sell  me  their  old  clothes.  Why 
won't  they? 

— N'.  H.,  Grand  Rapids,  Mich. 

'A.  Too  Complicated  tax-wise;  too 
troublesome  in  filling  requests  and  de- 
livering. 

■<f.  How  old  is  James  Cagney,  also 
Tallulah  Bankhead,  Humphrey  Bogart, 
and  Walter  Pidgeon? 

— J.  W.,  Cincinnati,  Ohio 

!A.  Cagney  48;  Bankhead  50;  Bogart 
53;  Pidgeon  55. 

J9.  Why  is  Bob  Hope  so  terrible  on 
television  and  so  good  in  movies? 
Doesn't  he  use  the  same  writers  for 
both  media? 

S.  W.,  Easthampton,  Mass. 


A. 

1-0 
sc; 

writers. 


Hope  has  yet  to  accustom  himself 
TV.  Paramount   employs  separate 
eenplay  writers.  Hope  employs  TV 


Is  it  true  that  Dean  Martin  hero- 
worships  Bing  Crosby? 

— F.  F.,  Erie,  Pa. 

Yes. 


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WungAmerim  fas  it... 
Youwn}weitin7d0^! 


4bGQk'tpU? 

Even  an  apple  blossom  might  envy  the  smooth, 
flawless  beauty  of  Merry  Tompkins'  complexion! 
Is  she  just  lucky?  "Yes!"  declares  this  popular 
model.  "Lucky  to  have  a  beauty  soap  like  baby- 
gentle  Ivory!  That  wonderful  Ivory  mildness  will 
do  lovely  things  for  any  girl's  complexion!" 


If  a  soap  is  safe  enough  for  baby  EUeen's  delicate 
skin,  isn't  it  best  for  your  skin,  too?  Of  course! 
And,  of  course,  Eileen's  soap  is  pure,  mild  Ivory! 
More  doctors,  including  skin  doctors,  advise 
Ivory  for  baby's  skin  and  yours  than  all  other 
brands  of  soap  put  together' 


Learn  by  your  own  experience  why  so  many  lovely 
girls  love  Ivory  Soap!  Just  change  to  regular  care 
and  use  pure,  mild  Ivory.  Then,  in  only  seven 
days,  your  complexion  will  look  softer,  smoother, 
younger!  Like  thousands  of  beauties,  you'll  have 
That  Ivory  Look! 


Mom  doctors  Me  fro®  than  ai 


■  When  John  Wayne  was  a  small 
boy — somewhere  around  ten — he  was 
in  love  with  a  woman  of  about  nine. 
She  wasn't,  by  some  standards, 
much  to  look  at.  She  was  pretty  short. 
Her  hair  was  never  combed.  A  front 
tooth  was  missing.  She  had  freckles. 
But  John  loved  her.  He  loved  her 
so  much  that  he  never  had  the 
nerve  to  tell  her.  As  a  matter  of  fact, 
he  never  even  spoke  to  her. 
He'd  just  stand  half  a  block  away 
when  school  let  out  and  fill  his 
eyes  with  her,  and  feel  his  heart 
swell  and  his  breath  come 
short  in  his  throat. 

One  day  she  went  away.  She  just 
disappeared.  Her  desk  at  school 
was  empty,  and  all  the  furniture  was 
moved  from  her  house.  And  John 
never  saw  her  again.  Well, 
that  was  a.  desolate  day.  And  that 
night  at  the  supper  table,  John  didn't 
eat  a  bite.  He  just  sat  silently 
shoving  food  about  on  his  plate,  afraid 
to  speak  for  lear  he'd  cry. 

After  supper  young  John  went  for 
a  long  walk,  down  to  the  house 
of  an  old  friend  who  spent  his  evenings 
sitting  on  his  porch  observing  the 
world  and,  when  it  was  asked 
for,  dispensing  wisdom  to  those  who 
wished  to  unburden  themselves 
to  him.  (Continued  on  page  107) 


Hollywood's  getting 
swivel-headed  trying  to 
keep  up  with  Actor, 
Pro d u r.f-r,  Director. 
Financier  Wayne  .  .  . 
the  guy  who  was  so  down 
not  too  long  ago. 


THt 

inc 


I 


Love  can  be  a  joy  forever.  Or  a  dirty  shame.  Love 
is  hardly  never  ever  the  same.  So  Beware!  says  this 
distinguished  Hollywood  reporter  who  writes  about 
that  strange  thing  that  makes  the  world  go  round. 

toy  LOUELLA  PAHSONS 


■  I've  often  thought  that  the  Hollywood 
Highway  of  Love  would  not  be  strewn  with 
half  the  wreckage  it  is  if  only  the  lovers 
would  give  as  much  attention  to  the  danger 
signs  along  the  way  that  they  do  to  the 
traffic  lights  at  the  corner. 

In  too  many  cases  in  our  town,  lovers 
are  not  only  blind,  they  won't  even  put 
on  'specs  to  glance  sideways  at  the  most 
obvious  road  marks: 

LOVERS,  BEWARE. 

REDUCE  SPEED.  REBOUND  ROAD 
ROCKY. 


Amateurs  shouldn't  tangle  with  experts.  How 
n  |9-year-old  Pier  Angel,  cope  with  love  prob- 
nV  involving  man-of-the-world  K,rk  Douglas? 


ca 

lems  invo 


40 


DETOUR.  THIS  ROAD  IS  CLOSED 
FOR  REPAIRS. 

DANGEROUS  CURVES  AHEAD- 
SOMEBODY  ELSE'S! 

WOLVES  AT  WORK! 

SLOW.  DANGER.  SLIDE  AREA 
AROUND  MATRIMONY. 

The  result  of  ignoring  the  signs  too 
often  are  complete  wreckage,  broken 
hearts  and  crashes  that  might  have  been 
avoided  with  just  average  attention  to  the 
Stop,  Look  and  Listen  posts. 

Sitting  on  the  side  of  the  roadway,  some- 


times as  Love's  traffic  cop,  sometimes  as  its 
ambulance  chaser  and  (unfortunately)  but 
frequently  its  undertaker,  I  would  cite  one 
of  the  biggest  pitfalls  as  LOVE  ON  THE 
REBOUND. 

As  of  this  moment,  Hollywood  is  breath- 
lessly watching  the  spectacle  of  not  one  or 
two  lovers  on  the  rebound,  but  four. 

I  mean  Lana  Turner  and  Lex  Barker  and 
Arlene  Dahl  and  Fernando  Lamas. 

Less  than  six  months  ago  Lana  was  in 
Reno  divorcing  Bob  Topping  so  she  could 
marry  Lamas.  And  Arlene  Dahl  had  just 


reconciled  with  her  husband,  Lex  Barker. 

Now  it's  love,  love,  love  in  a  violently 
swift  switch  of  drivers  (I  mean,  partners) 
with  Lana  teamed  with  Lex,  and  Arlene 
with  Lamas. 

When  I  see  a  girl  of  whom  I  am  as  sin- 
cerely fond  as  I  am  of  Lana  Turner  speed- 
ing toward  the  all-time  title  holder  of 
Queen  of  Love  On  The  Rebound  I  feel  like 
saying,  "Lanas  Lana,  how  many  times  do 
you  have  to  crack-up  on  the  rebound  to 
know  that  this  is  not  the  road  to  real  love?" 

I  know  that  (Continued  on  page  66) 


Jane  Powell's  idyllic  marriage  to  Geary  Steffens 
proves  that  Hollywood  love  doesn't  always  land 
m  the  ditch.  You  just  have  to  obey  all  the  rules. 


But,  warns  Loueila  Parsons,  one  can  take  too  much 
time  about  getting  married.  Is  Marilyn  Monroe 
dilly-dallying  too  long   before   marrying   her  Joe? 


When  two  love  as  unselfishly  as  Virginia 
Mayo  and  Mike  O'Shea,  marriage  lasts, 
even  with  career  differences  in  their  paths. 


ibbie  Paget  keeps  turning  down  dates  with  men 
10  are  eager  to  court  her.  Take  care,  Debbie. 
>y   may   not  want   to   wait   till    you're  ready. 


Only  time  will  tell  whether  or  not  Joan  Evans' 
hasty,  surprise  marriage  to  Kirk  Weatherby,  com- 
pletely against  her  parents'  wishes,  will  be  "successful. 


Wrecked  marriages  can  be  repaired. 
But  will  Diana  Lynn  and  John  Lindsay  be 
mature  enough  to  mend  their  marriage?. 


f 


Doris  and  Marty's  two-year-old  marriage  - 

is  a  whopping  big  success  .  .  .  but 
how  come?  The  experts  say  they're  doing  everything  all  wrong! 

BY  ALICE  HOFFMAN 


■  Song  and  story,  from  time  immemorial, 
have  persisted  that  "All  the  world  loves  a  lover." 
The  sight  of  a  boy  and  girl  strolling 
together  hand  in  hand  draws  a  smile  of 
approval  from  almost  everyone  who  sees  them. 
People  flip  into  uncontrollable  joy  when 
an  engagement  is  announced  and,  even  if  the 
couple  are  strangers,  most  folks  shake  them 
by  the  hand  and  offer  the  heartiest  of 
congratulations.  At  weddings  the  guests 
laugh  and  cry  without  shame.  Love  is  the 
greatest  thing  in  the  world.  Until  the  couple 
gets  married. 

A  fellow  is  a  "lucky  boy"  until  he  gets  the 
girl — then  he  is  "hooked."  The  little  woman 
is  referred  to  as  "the'  ball  and  chain."  The 
poor  dope  is  pictured  in  cartoons  as  a 
mouse,  terrified  of  the  lovely  creature  he 
married  and  a  legitimate  object  of  pity.  His 
wife's  sweet  little  mother,  the  doll  who  used 
to  make  him  fudge  and  cook  special  things 
for  him  when  he  was  invited  to  dinner,  after 
the"  ceremony  becomes  a  "mother-in-law," 
a  slander  that  requires  no  further  elaboration. 

It  would  seem  pretty  safe,  then,  to  say 
that  marriage  is  not  nearly  as  popular  an 
institution  as  love — and  that  a  couple  who  have 
stuck  it  out  for  a  couple  of  years  deserve 
some  sort  of  recognition,  if  not  a  medal. 

Now  that  the  second  wedding  anniversary 
of  Doris  Day  and  Marty  Melcher  is  coming 
'round  the  bend,  it  might  be  a  good  time 
to  take  stock  of  this  pair  and  see  if  marriage 
has  harmed  them  in  any.  way  ...  if  it  has 
improved  them  ...  or  (Continued  on  page  77) 


No  shop  talk  after  business  hours 
is  a  rule  Doris  and  her  manager- 
husband   Marty  insist  on. 


A 


■  The  first  time  Jerry  and  Patti  Lewis 
knocked  on  the  door  of  the  new  penthouse 
rented  by  Janet  Leigh  and  Tony 
Curtis,  they  got  no  answer.  Quickly  Jerry 
turned  the  door  knob,  and  the  Lewises 
rushed  in. 

As  inhibited  as  a  two-weeks-old  puppy, 
Jerry  went  into  his  act.  He  put  his  fists  to  his 
eyes  and  simulated  a  pair  of  binoculars. 
He  sighted  across  the  40-foot  living  room. 
No  Janet  or  Tony.  He  raced  onto  the 
sundeck  and  swept  Wilshire  Boulevard  with 
his  mock  field  glasses.  No  Janet  or  Tony. 

"Maybe  they're  out  playing  golf?" 
Patti  suggested. 

"Impossible,"  said  detective  Lewis.  "I 
checked  the  garage  on  the  way  up.  Both  of 
their  cars  are  inside." 

Then  suddenly  and  weirdly,  from  the  far 
reaches  of  (Continued  on  page  82~) 


The  Curtis  penthouse,  one  of  Hollywood's  newest  showpieces,  boasts  a 
fabulous  living  room,  30  feet  wide,  40  feet  long.  Although  Tony  and 
Janet  pay  $400  a  month,  they  both  agree  its  easily  worth  the  rental. 


The  master' bedroom  is  so  large  Tony  and  Janets  kmg-size  doub le  bed 
looks  like  an  ordinary  size  one,  but  it's  actually  nine-feet  long!  Both 
Curtise   have  their  own  private  dressing  rooms,  right  off  the  bedroom. 


When  the  Curtises  moved  in,  they  dubbed  one  half  of  this  room  Tony's  Hobby  Shop,  on  the  other  side  of  the  partition,  is  put  to  use  almost 
l i  ll  +  cl  ,;"T,Br' nd,+he  storage-wall  partition  is  "Tony's  every  night,  when  Tony  relaxes  with  his  oil  painting,  his  ship  models,  his 
Hobby  Shop.    The  Den  has  a  spinet  piano  and  a  tape  recorder.      clay  masks,  or  any  other  creative  hobbies.  MS  Awards  hang  in  here  too 


r  ,-       D  ±i        •  i-  •        i    -r    /~     .   3  ,    Mum    nc  nvniy  muni,   yv  nen  j-aneT  s 

groups  tor  parties.  Both  paintings  are  signed:  T.  Curtis.      in   a   particularly   sentimental    mood,    she   serves   dinner   by  candlelight. 


"They  say  we're  unhappy,"  laugh  the  Curtises.  "If  this  is  misery,  let's  suffer!" 


Tony  and  Janet  have 
been  walking  on  air  since 
the  day  they  married 
.  .  .  but  now,  in  their  new 
penthouse  home,  they 
can  eat,  sleep,  and  brush 
their  teeth  in  the  clouds! 

0/  . 

BY  MARVA  PETERSON 


45 


TH>S  INTIMATE  STORY  PROMS  DEEPLY  INTO  DAN  DAI  LEYS  HEART  TO  FIND  THE  SECRET  OF  HIS  NEWLY 


a 


Bachelor  finds  himself 


Dan's  first  love  has  always  been  horses,  but  when  his  caree 


TSdio  zoom,  his  marriage  fail,  he  W  less  and  less  time  for  them.  Now,  he's  pone  bU 


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editor's  note:  Beginning 
on  these  two  pages  is  the  truth 
ahout  Dan's  courageous 
fight  to  find  himself,  and 
his  lost  happiness,  again.  A 
vital  part  of  his  story  is 
Dan's  courtship,  engagement 
to,  and  estrangement  from, 
Beetsy  Wynn,  Keenan  Wynn's 
divorced  wife.  To  get  the 
complete  picture  of  Dan's 
current  status,  be  sure  to  read 
Now  Ain't  You  Glad  You're 
Single?  on  page  69. 


|eep  in  a  big  chair,  a  tall  tousled-looking  man  sprawled  com- 
fortably. He  reached  for  a  book  lying  on  the  coffee  table  and 
read  for  a  few  minutes,  then  he  put  the  book  down  and 
gazed  out  the  window  at  the  Pacific  Ocean.  It  seemed  to  lie 
there  heavily  and  quietly  in  the  clear  air  of  the  crisp  November 
day,  and  turned  red,  then  purple  and  then  gray  as  the  sun  took 
its  downward  path.  The  man  looked  at  it  for  a  long  time, 
and  there  was  something  in  the  peaceful  orderliness  of  the 
scene  that  sent  a  warmth  through  his  whole  being.  Then  suddenly 
he  slapped  his  leg  and  smiled  a  wide  smile,  and  although  there 
was  no  one  else  in  the  room  he  spoke  out  loud.  "Daniel,  this 
is  the  easiest  you've  ever  lived!" 

Dan  Dailey  still  remembers  this  brief  moment  in  his  life 
even  though  it  happened  months  ago,  because  it  was  at  that 
point  he  realized  consciously  for  the  first  time  the  achievement 
he  had  made.  He  had  reached  that  elusive  goal  of  human  beings 
— peace  of  mind. 

He  told  me  this  over  luncheon  in  the  20th  Century-Fox  com- 
missary. It  was  the  first  time  I  had  met  Dan,  and  about  him  I 
had  known  only  that  within  the  past  two  years  he  had  been 
divorced,  and  he  had  spent  a  few  months  at  the  Menninger 
Clinic.  Rumor  had  it  that  Dan  was  still  groping  for  whatever 
it  was  he  wanted  from  life,  and  that  despite  treatment  at  the 
clinic  he  was  still  confused.  Yet  that  day  I  found  him  to  be 
a  sensitive,  intelligent  and  articulate  man,  and  in  the  hour  we 
talked  he  put  across  to  me  a  great  many  things,  things  that 
were  deeply  personal  to  him  and  difficult  to  explain. 

He  told  me  first  about  that  moment  in  which  he  had  suddenly 
realized  that  he  had  what  he  wanted.  "Maybe  I'd  reached  that 
point  long  before,"  he  said,  "but  in  the  last  year  I've  made 
five  pictures  and  there  wasn't  much  time  to  sit  down  and  think 
about  myself.  Before  that,  as  far  as  I'm  concerned,  I  was 
floundering  through  fife  and  grasping  at  straws." 

Many  people  go  through  life  grasping  at  straws  and  never 
.know  it,  but  Dan's  trouble  was  his  awareness  of  the  fact  that 
he  wasn't  happy,  that  he  didn't  know  why,  and  that  he  did  not 
know  how  to  become  happy.  And  his  saving  grace  was  the 
fact  he  had  the  wisdom  to  realize  he  was  sufficiently  mixed 
up  to  need  medical  attention.    He  (Continued  on  page  68) 


OR  SLOPPY  JOE,  SHE  CAN  OUT-RAZZLE-DAZZLE  EVEN  MARILYN  MONROE!    •    BY  KIRTLEY  BASKETTE 


■  One  day,  around  a  dozen  years  ago,  a  joker  named 
Victor  Mature  teased  a  pert  11-year-old  miss  named  Helen 
Koford,  who  played  his  kid  sister  in  a  picture  called  My 
Gal  Sal. 

He  handed  her  a  nickel.  "Here,  Honey."  said  Vic.  "Save 
this — and  when  you're  18,  give  me  a  ring." 

When  she  was  exactly  18,  Helen  played  in  another 
picture  with  her  erstwhile  tormentor,  and  by  then  she 
had  another  name  for  herself.  Terry  Moore.  This  time 
she  handed  Vic  back  his  five-cent  piece.  "Here's  your 
nickel,"  she  told  him.  "I  won't  be  needing  it.  By  now 
gentlemen  call  me!" 

If  frisky  Vic  were  footloose  and  fancy  free  today 
and  dropped  in  the  well  worn  coin  to  call  Terry  Moore 
(hft'd  need  to  double  the  ante,  of  course,  with  inflation 
and  all)  it  would  be  probably  just  a  waste  of  good  money 
and  time.  The  line's  pretty  busy.  What's  more,  even  if  he 
connected,  he'd  find  the  competition  mighty  rough.  Be- 
cause, both  privately  and  professionally,  Terry's  sudden- 
ly become  just  about  the  most  popular  girl  in  Hollywood. 

Last  Christmas  holidays,  for  example,  Terry  buzzed 
around  to  a  grand  total  of  22  parties— taking  in  five'events 
on  Christmas  night  alone.  For  two  weeks  her  front  room 
looked  like  a  florist's  shop  with  bowers  of  red  and  yellow 
roses  from  which  dangled  cards  reading,  "Greg  Bautzer," 


"Kirk  Douglas,"  "Craig  Hill,"  "Lawrence  Harvey"— but 
why  start  a  list?.  No  girl  gets  around  Hollywood  today 
like  Terry  does. 

-  There's  nothing  very  surprising  about  this.  In  person, 
Terry  Moore's  as  cute  as  Christmas  itself,  with  a  dainty 
Venus-type  body  and  a  face  fresh  as  a  milkmaid's,  which 
not  too  long  ago  made  her  the  favorite  cover  girl  of  the 
nation  and  earned  her  the  titles  of  "Ail-American  Girl" 
and  "Miss  Complexion."  She  wears  clothes  like  a  model, 
which  she  once  was ;  owns  the  pep  and  energy  .of  a  cheer 
leader,  which  she  also  was;  flies  a  plane  like  a  young 
Jackie  Cochran;  rides  a  horse  like  a  Comanche;  dances 
like  a  feather  in  the  breeze;  and  talks  a  blue  streak— but 
very  enchantingly  indeed.  At  23,  she's  also  a  gay  divorcee 
(married  two  brief  months  to  a  grid  great,  Glenn  Davis)— 
all  in  all,  quite  an  interesting  girl. 

But  around  the  studios,  Terry  Moore  currently  is  even 
more  of  a  sensation.  And  this  fact  is  much  more  curious 
— even  amazing  to  the  critics,  prophets  and  sages  of  Holly- 
Wood.  Because,  until  a  few  weeks  ago,  her  rather  juvenile 
sounding  tag  raised  no  show  business  blood  pressure  what- 
ever. On  the  "contrary,  "Terry  Moore"  to  most  casting 
chiefs  signified  an  unexciting  kid-next-door  type  who  rat- 
tled around  now  and  then  in  B-pictures.  She'd  stirred  a 
mild  ripple  back  yonder  with  a  (Continued  on  page  88) 


fc>U  G*e  LoJUL  ANOTHER  MODERN  SCREEN  EXCLUSIVE!  A  FIRST-HAND  ACCOUNT  OF  THE  LADD  FAMILY 


■  Or,  as  they  would  say  it  here  in  Merrie 
Olde,  the  group  is  entirely  present.  That 
means  us,  the  Ladds,  and  includes  Alan 
and  Laddie,  Carol  Lee  and  Lonnie,  and 
David  and  myself.  We  are  living  in  a  per- 
fectly lovely  house  out  in  the  country, 
about  30  miles  from  London.  Columbia 
Studio's  production  office  picked  it  out  for 
us  before  our  arrival  here,  and  they  couldnjt 
have  chosen  a  more  charming  place.  It's 
big  and  cheerful  and  comfortable,  and  in- 
cludes a  fireplace  in  every  bedroom  and  a 
flock  of  bathrooms.  It's  in  Surrey,  and  if 
you've  ever  been  in  Surrey  you'll  know 
what  I.  mean  when  I  say  the  scenery  sur- 
rounding us  is  unbelievably  beautiful.  Our 
back  door  is  a  few  yards  away  from  the 


eighteenth  hole  of  the  Wentwqrth  Golf 
Course,  but  instead  of  making  Alan  happy, 
it  is  a  completely  frustrating  circumstance 
for  him. 

Ever  since  we  arrived  he  has  been  work- 
ing day  and/or  night,  with  time  left  over 
only  for  sleep,  with  the  result  that  every 
time  he  looks  out  of  a  window  and  sees 
that  tempting  expanse  of  green  stretching 
away  in  the  distance,  he  just  sighs  and 
shrugs  his  shoulders  and  looks  at  me 
like  a  whipped  dog.  "If  only  I  had  an 
hour  .  .  ."  he  says. 

The  rest  of  us  feel  like  pampered  dar- 
'lings,  for  while  our  breadwinner  has  been 
working  we've  had  the  time  of  our  lives. 
We  all  love  England,  love  it  for  a  multitude 


of  reasons  ...  its  picturesque  scenery,  its 
ancient  buildings  and  castles,  its  proud  his- . 
toiy,  and  perhaps  most  of  all,  its  delightful 
people. 

We've  felt  that  way  ever  since  the  mo- 
ment we  stepped  on  English  soil;  despite 
the  fact  we  made  our  landing  at  Plymouth 
in  the  wee  hours  of  the  morning.  The  boat 
trip  on  the  He  de  France,  incidentally,  con- 
tinued as  wonderful  as  it  was  when  I  last 
wrote.  The  sea  was  smooth  as  glass  all  the 
way  across,  a  happy  fact  for  me,  as  it  was 
the  first  crossing  I  ever  made  without  turn- 
ing green  with  the  inevitable  results.  The 
food  was  wonderful— so  wonderful,  in  fact, 
that  Alan  got  up  early  one  morning  to 
have  breakfast,  a  meal  which  he  usually 


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TRIP  TO  ENGLAND,  BY  ALAN'S  WIFE. 


ignores  completely.  He  came  back  to  our 
cabin  about  a  half  hour  later,  looking  a 
little  sheepish. 

"That  was  quick,"  I  said.  "I  thought  you 
were  going  to  run  the  gamut  of  the  whole 
menu." 

"I  haven't  eaten  yet,"  he  said. 

"What  do  you  mean?" 

He  set  his  jaw  'slightly.  "How  do  you 
say  'ham  and  eggs'  in  French?  I've  been 
trying  for  a  half  hour  to  make  the  waiter 
understand.  Susie,  you'll  just  have  to  go 
back  with  me." 

Laddie  is  the  only  one  of  the  children 
who  isn't  familiar  with  the  rudiments  of 
the  French  language,  and  he  was  quite  con- 
fused by  the  (Continued  on  page  70) 


Sue  visits  Alan  on  Big  Jump  set 


how  the  British 
took  to  Alan 


by  Brenda  Helser 


Editor's  Note:  Hollywood  stars  are  frequently  shocked 

when  they  arrive  in  great  britain  for  the  first  time  only 

to  be  greeted  by  coolness  verging  on  downright  hostility. 
It's  happened  to  many.  It  happened  to  the  Ladds.  Here's  a 
British  account  of  what  was  behind  it  and  the  reason  why. 

■  The  handsome  Ladd  family  stood  close-pressed  against  the 
deck  rail  of  the  He  de  France  which  was  bringing  them  into  port 
at  Plymouth  one  gray  dawn  in  the  early  fall.  Mrs.  Ladd  had  a 
tight  hold  on  little  David;  Carol  Lee  and  Lannie  were  shining 
with  excitement  as  15-year-old  Laddie  instructed  them  on  the  art 
of  docking  an  ocean  liner;  and  Alan  Ladd  was  taut  with 
expectancy:        '  , 

The  six  of  them  were  ready,  waiting  and  smiling  when  Columbia 
Studio's  head  publicity  man  in  England  burst  into  their  quarters. 
Naturally  they  expected  a  friendly  and  warm  welcome  on  such  an 
occasion,  but  he  told  them  bluntly  that  they  were  about  to  receive 
no  such  thing. 

"In  fact,"  he  declared  pulling  no  punches,  "those  waiting  for 
you  outside  with  cameras  wo-idd  just  as  soon  you  stayed  aboard 
and  sailed  right  back  with  the  ship." 

Alan  Ladd's  smile  faded  as  he  listened.  Sue  Carol  took  his 
hand  and  squeezed  it.  The  children  pressed  close  to  them.  The 
Ladds,  the  nicest  people  in  Hollywood,  had  never  had  anything 
like  tliat  said  to  them  before,  and  it  hurt.  All  the  head  of  the 
family  would  say  was  a  tight,  "Thanks  for  the  information,"  as 
he  walked  outside  to  face  the  barrage. 

He  didn't  know  what  had  happened.  Or  why.  He  hadn't  had  a 
chance  to  read  the  bitter  copy  in  the  English  press  which  had 
been  printed  day  after  day  since  the  (Continued  on  page  70) 


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the 

Mouse 
takes 

the 
Lion 


By  RICHARD  DEXTER 


She's  not  timid.  And  she's  sure  not 


■  The  interview  was  almost  over.  We  had  jiif! 
been  sitting  for  a  couple  of  hours  talking  to 
Debbie  Reynolds,  getting  up  to  date  on 
everything  in  her  life — work,  romance  and 
— the  most  important  thing  on  her  mind  atjii 
the  moment — her  trip  to  Korea  to  enter- 
tain the  troops.  We  had  folded  our  note|E 
book  and  put  our  pencil  away. 

"Oh,  just  one  more  thing,"  she  said. 
"I'm  not  sure  I  like  this  movie  business.  I 
may  not  go  on  with  it,  you  know." 

"You're  kidding,"  we  said. 

Debbie,  laughed.  "No,  not  kidding,"  sheii 
said.  "But  don't  worry.  I'm  not  quitting  it 


IN  A  MOVIE  DREAM  SEQUENCE  DEBBIE  GOT  GLAMOR,  BUT  SHE'S  ANYBODY'S  DREAM  GIRL  WIDE  AWAKE. 


Poodles  and  mink  was  a  script  writer's  idea  for  Debbie's  dream 
of  Hollywood  success  in  /  Love  Melvin.  Our  heroine  took  to  them 
quite  as  successfully  as  she  does  to  her  blue-jeans  and  bandanna. 


Fine  feathers  make  a  fine  bird.  And  that's  some  chicken!  But  ask 
Debbie  what  she's  doing  in  pictures,  and  you'll  get  the  idea  it's  just 
a  lark.  MSM  sees  it  as  large  golden  eagles  in  box  office  returns. 


foy.  Ask  the  guys  in  Korea  who  swear  that  Debbie  Reynolds  is  the  cutest  Hollywood  mouse  since  Mickey. 


ight  now.  Its  just  that  it's  not  everything 
n  life  to  me.  And  my  parents  think  I'm 
razy  to  get  up  so  early  every  morning  and 
fork  so  hard.  They  don't  care  if  Pm  a 
aovie  star  or  not." 

''But  you  can  be  rich  and  famous."  we 
■rotested. 

"There  are  other  things."  said  Debbie, 
■he  excused  herself  and  left. 

Well,  we  wrote  'that  down  and  shuffled 
way  to  think  it  over.  Trying  to  take 
tardom  away  from  a  movie  star  is  about 
ke  trying  to  snatch  a  roast  bone  away 
rom  a  Great  Dane  that  has  been  kept 


foodless  in  the  cellar  for  a  week.  A  star 
suggesting  that  she  might  give  it  up  volun- 
tarily was  incongruous.  And  then  the  final 
dialogue  began  to  fit  into  the  rest  of  the 
conversation  and  began  to  make  sense. 
Debbie  Reynolds  was  a  movie  star  for  only 
one  reason.  It  pleased  her  to  be  at  the 
moment.  And  everything  she  had  told  us 
before  seemed  to  agree  with  that.  It 
wasn't  the  fame  or  the  money.  It  was  the 
fun  and  the  chance  to  do  good  that  kept 
her  happy.  If  it  got  dull  and  thankless  by 
her  standards,  she  might  very  well  quit. 
We  don't  think  she  will,  but  she's  thought 


of  it  before  though  she  hasn't  said  much. 

We  went  through  the  notes  again  and 
we  figured  out  that  the  trip  to  Korea  had 
started  her  thinking  this  way  again.  The 
newspapers  had  been  filled  for  days  with 
stories  of  the  hardships  that  had  been  en- 
countered by  the  plane-load  of  stars  who 
had  been  along  on  the  jaunt.  And  there 
was  none  of  that  in  Debbie's  account  It 
was  a  lark,  sad  in  some  ways,  but  a  joy  to 
her.  And  then  we  decided  that  the  best 
way  maybe  to  bring  everybody  up  to  date 
on  Debbie  Reynolds  was  to  tell  about  that 
trip.  WTiat  she  (Continued  on  page  100) 


53 


Anne  Baxter  weighed 
honesty  against  heart- 
break, and  decided 
that  to  admit  defeat 
was  better  than 
to  live  with  failure. 

BY  JACK  WADE 


■  Late  one  Wednesday  afternoon  last  December, 
right  after  she  had  finished  The  Blue  Gardenia,  Anne  Baxter 
joined  her  husband,  John  Hodiak,  before  the  fireplace 
of  their  attractively  appointed  living  room  to  work  out 
details  of  a  grave  but,  to  them  both,  a  necessary 
decision.  •* 

While  John  lighted  the  fire,  Anne  touched  a  match  to 
the  row  of  candies  on  the  modern  Hawaiian-Chinese 
coffee  table.  The  servants  had  been  .dismissed,  and  their 
18-month-old  daughter,  Katrina,  put  to  bed  with  a  special 
tenderness.  In  their  home,  where  they  had  lived  as  man 
and  wife  for  six  years,  all  was  calm,  but  all  was  not 
bright — as  Christmas  carolers  would  have  assured  them 
at  that  moment  had  they  switched  on  the  radio  across 
the  room.  Their  mutual  mood  was  one  of  empty  defeat. 
They  had  decided  they  could  not  stand  living  together 
any  longer  and  were  talking  over  plans  for  their 
separation  and  divorce. 

By  the  time  the  candles  had  guttered  down  to 
shapeless  stumps,  everything  had  been  arranged 
and  agreed  to,  sensibly,  quietly  and  without  emotional 
display,  even  to  the  day  and  date  of  John's  departure- 
six  o'clock,  the  next  Sunday.  Then  they  both  signed 
a  statement  to  be  released— which  it  was— the  minute  John 
carried  his  bags  away  from  the  familiar  front  stoop 
that  Sunday  evening,  four  days  before  Christmas, 
promptly  at  six.  It  read: 

"Our  decision  to  separate  after  six  years  is  a  painful 
one.  We  have  tried  very  hard  to  avoid  the  finality  of 
the  word — divorce. 

"Above  everything,  we  wanted  our  marriage  to  be  a 
success.  We  denied  the  many  rumors  in  past  months  both 
to  our  friends  and  to  the  press,  because  we  felt  sincerely 
that  keeping  our  differences  to  ourselves  gave  us  a  greater 
opportunity  to  work  them  out.  We  feel  they  will  understand. 

"We  have  no  other  interests  and  no  career  problems. 
We  feel  heartsick  and  defeated  that  in  spite  of  all 
our  hopes  and  efforts  at  understanding,  basic  incom- 
patibilities have  made  our  life  together  impossible." 

Now,  only  too  often  in  Hollywood  and  elsewhere,  such 
"statements"  are  meaningless,  a  mumbo-jumbo  of  double- 
talk,  designed  to  gloss  over  more  unpalatable  and 
unpleasant  facts.  "Incompatibility"  usually  covers  a 
multitude  of  matrimonial  sins.  But  in  this  respect, 
Anne  and  John  Hodiak's  announcement— meticulously 
rewritten  26  times— was  unique.  It  was  the  truth,  and 
pretty  much  the  whole  truth. 

There  is  not,  and  never  has  been,  any  pther  man 
or  woman  in  Anne's  or  John's  life. 

There  are  no  career  flounderings  on  either  side.  On 
the  contrary,  professionally  both  Anne  and  John  have 
just  enjoyed  one  of  their  best  years. 

Anne  Baxter's  current  sexy  glamor  campaign  did  not 
infuriate  her  husband.  That  has  been  strictly  a  professional 
maneuver  to  widen  her  acting  range,  and  recognized 
as  such  by  John.  Actually,  he  first  suggested  that  she 
blondine  her  hair  and  make  herself  more  glamorous, 
^ut  neither  has  ever  controlled,  influenced  or  criticized 
the  other's  screen  life. 

There  have  been  no  violent  clashes  of  temper  or 
temperament,  no  physical  battles.  No  stormy  walkouts,  | 
runouts,  or  "matrimonial  holidays."  There  have  been 
no  arguments  about  money,  or  {Continued  on  page  95) 


54 


BUCKINGHAM  PALACE,  THE  TOWER  OF  LONDON,  WIONTMARTRE  .  .  .  JEFF 


■  When  executives  of  20th  Century-Fox 
told  Jeff  Hunter  he  was  to  leave  for 
England  and  make  a  movie  there  last 
summer,  he  stood  looking  at  them  in 
disbelief. 
"But—"  he  said. 

"Our  British  company  is  making  the 
picture,"  they  said.  "You're  to  leave  about 
the  middle  of  August." 
'"But—"  said  Jeff. 

"It's  called  Sailor  Of  The  King,  and  it 
will  be  shot  both  in  England  and  Malta." 
"But—" 

"You'd  better  apply  for  your  passport 
right  away." 

When  he  went  home  and  told  Barbara 
about  it  she  managed  to  finish  the  sentence 


months  away 


fro'rfhome  is  tfbng  time,  especially  if  it's  the  first  four  months  of  your  son's  life!  Barbara  spent  hours  bringing  Jeff  up  to  dot 


IUNTER  SAW  'EM  ALL.  BUT  HIS  HEART  NEVER  LEFT  HOME!    by  Jim  Burton 


for  him.  "But  what  about  the  baby?" 

Jeff  gave  a  half-hearted  shrug.  What 
could  he  do  about  it?  All  his  life  he  had 
wanted  to  see  faraway  places;  during  the 
war  he  had  volunteered  for  the  Navy 
in  the  hope  he  might  be  shipped  out  to 
the  South  Pacific,  but  he'd  ended  up 
with  measles  and  attendant  complications, 
and  that  was  the  end  of  his  dream  about 
joining  the  Navy  and  seeing  the  world. 
Now  he'd  been  given  his  chance,  given 
it  on  a  silver  platter  with  traveling  ex- 
penses gratis,  and  to  boot  a  good  pic- 
ture that  was  to  be  directed  by  one  of 
England's  finest.  Roy  Boulting.  (Seven 
Days  To  Noon).  Here  it  was.  and  he 
was  to  leave  a  full  two  weeks  before 


his  first  child  was  scheduled  to  be  born. 

Jeff  was  a  completely  normal  expectant 
father  in  thinking  his  presence  was  neces- 
sary at  the  time  Barbara  gave  birth.  The 
doctor  had  said  it  might  have  to  be  a 
Caesarean  operation,  and  Jeff  was  wor- 
ried. Barbara  was  a  normal  expectant 
mother  in  wanting  her  husband  to  be 
with  her  when  the  great  event  happened. 
But  there  was  only  one  answer.  Jeff  might 
be  a  Hollywood  actor,  but  he  is  like 
every  other  working  man — he  must  fol- 
low his  boss's  orders. 

Gloomily,  he  packed  a  pile'  of  suit- 
cases, stashed  them  in  fence  fashion 
around  the  walls  of  the  living  room,  and 
waited.  From  (Continued  on  page  105) 


With  Barbara  helping,  Jeff  got  packed  in  a 
jiffy  .  .  .  then  spent  days  Just  sitting,  sur- 
rounded by  suitcases,  waiting  orders  to  sail! 


Presents  from  France  and  England  flooded 
Barbara  and  the  baby.  Home  again,  Jeff 
hears   Barbara  admire  the  gifts   he  sent. 


but  .  .  .  he's  grown  so  big\"  exclaims  Jeff,  when  he's  re-introduced  to  son  Chris. 


Jeff's  busy  making  up  for  the  first  four 
months  of  fatherhood.  Barbara  takes  a  well- 
deserved   rest  while   Pop   heats   a  bottle. 


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Hollywood  goes  to  a 

fashion    pStrty     STAR  board  votes  spring  style  awards 


■  It's  Spring  again  .  .  .  and  again  time  for  one  of  the  most 
outstanding  events  of  the  fashion  year:  Modern  Screen's 
Annual  Fashion  Party  in  Hollywood!  More  than  150  top 
screen  personalities  gathered  recently  at  a  fabulous,  star- 
studded  fashion  showing,  to  view  the  styles  yoi/ll  want  to 
be  wearing  this  Spring  and  Summer. 

This  year's  showing  took  place  on  the  magnificent  estate 
of  Pamela  and  James  Mason.  The  Masons  not  only  put  out 
the  welcome  mat  for  their  glamourous  guests,  but  acted  as 
host  and  hostess  along  with  the  editors  of  Modern  Screen. 

By  12:30  on  the  gala  afternoon,  the  Mason  mansion  was 
a-buzz  with  the  excited  arrivals  of  one  big-name  star  after 
another.  Fernando  Lamas,  who  came  without  a  date,  was 
immediately  surrounded  by  a  bevy  of  beautiful  girls.  Lita 


Baron  and  her  husband  Rory  Calhoun  were  both  full  of  talk 
about  their  night  club  act  and  their  trip  to  Korea,  as  they 
greeted  their  hostess.  Virginia  Mayo  and  Ursula  Thiess,  one 
blonde  and  beautiful,  the  other  brunette  and  ditto,  were 
among  the  early  arrivals,  as  were  Anne  Francis,  Robert 
Ryan,  June  Haver,  Jan  Sterling,  Michael  O'Shea,  Mona 
Freeman,  Anne  Baxter,  Maureen  O'Hara  and  Piper  Laurie. 

As  the  guests  arrived,  either  Pamela  or  James  conducted 
them  through  the  house  (the  former  residence,  incidentally, 
of  Buster  Keaton)  to  the  garden  terrace,  where  a  buffet 
luncheon  was  being  served.  Handsomely  uniformed  waiters 
in  bright  red  coats  dashed  back  and  forth,  offering  punch 
and  hors  d'oeuvres,  to  the  guests.  Hot  curried  chicken  and 
cold  sliced  turkey  headed  the  menu.  (Continued  on  page  88) 


hosiery  on  Fashion  Pages  by  Holeproof— details  pg.  80. 


Zsa  Zsa  Gabor  next  in  V.  A.'s  Moulin  Rouge  and 
MGM's  Lili  (both  in  Technicolor)  highlights  her  Spring 
clothes  and  accentuates  her  beautiful  legs  with  nylon 
hosiery  that  matches  her  skintone — Holeproof  s 
Nude  Royal  in  60  gauge  Nude  Foot.  Zsa  Zsa  wears 
Accent's  pump,  Whistle,  see  it  on  Page  62.  Separates 
by  McArthur.  Under  $16— description  on  page  80. 


Maureen  O'Hara  builds  her  costume  around  classic  spectator 
sport  shoes.  Available  in  white  mesh  with  red,  tan  or  navy  calf  trim; 
also  black  mesh,  black  patent  trim.  Shoe  named  Jessica  by 
Accent  of  St.  Louis.  About  $10.  Bush  Royal  Holeproof 
nylon  hosiery.  Samsonite  luggage.  Lennox  handbag.  Lubar 
umbrella.  Coat,  Don  Loper.  Dress,  Koret.  Maureen  is  next  m 
U-I's  The  Redhead  From  Wyoming  (in  Technicolor). 


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Most  of  Modern  Screen's  star  board  who  voted  on  Spring 
styles  found  seats  at  Pamela  Mason's  luncheon  table.  Left  to 
right:  Nison  Tregor,  Pamela  Mason  (Modern  Screen 
hostess),  Dana  Andrews,  Shelley  Winters,  Deborah 
Kerr,  June  Ally  son,  Joan  Evans,  Fernando  Lamas,  Esther 
Williams,  Michael  Silver  and,  of  course,  the  Easter  Bunny. 


Models,  "Can-Can"  fashion,  display  the 
beauty  of  Holeproof  hosiery  before  Mod- 
ern Screen's  party  host  James  Mason. 


Anne  Baxter,  one  of  the  Modern  Screen 
fudges,  wears  a  two  piece  dress — full  bias  cut  plaid  cotton 
skirt,  open-sleeved  broadcloth  blouse  with  saddle-stitch- 
ing trim,  elastic  cinch  belt.  Black,  blue  or  brown  with 
white.  Sizes  7  to  IS.  Under  $18.  By  Minx  Modes  of  St. 
Louis.  Anne  stars  in  Warner  Brothers'  I  Confess, 
the  new  Alfred  Hitchcock  thriller. 


Wearing  Ledp  Jewelry,  the  Easter  Bunny 
presents  Accent's  Spring  shoes  to-  Esther 
Williams,  MS.'s  fashion  party  commentator. 


Dana  Andrews,  sporting  a  new  bow-tie,  re- 
views other  gifts  with  Helene  Stanley  and 
Jan  Sterling.  (Sc  story  page  88.) 


Hollywood 

goes  to  a 
fashion  party 


Rod  Cameron  and  his  lovely  wife  were 
among  the  early  arrivals  at  MS.'s 
fashion  party  held  at  the  Masons. 


Board  member,  Nison  Tregor,  chats 
with  Denise  Darcel  about  his  plans  to 
sculpture  Queen  Elizabeth  of  England. 


Leslie  Caron  and  Deborah  Kerr  \ 
are  tempted  by  the  buffet  sp\ 
served  by  the  Brown  Derby.  , 


Bonnets  by  Screen  Vogue  Millinery  of  Chicago. 
Anne  Francis  wears  Devil's  Cap— Swiss  picapal  straw, 
veiled  and  velvet  edged.  About  ?7.  Anne,  20th 
Star,  is  next  in  Warner's  A  Lion  Is  In  The  Streets. 


Tailored  style — a  Balenciaga  shape  also  in 
Swiss  picapal  straw.  Veiled — with  velvet  contrast  brim 
and  a  pearlized  butterfly  ornament.  About  $9. 
Both  hats  available  in  leading  Spring  colors. 


Here  are  the  winners !  Featured  on  pages  58  to  63  are  the  award  winning  styles  the 
judges  picked  to  be  photographed  for  this  special  Modern  Screen  Fashion  section. 


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Elaine  Stewart,  next  in  MGM's  Code  2 
poses  in  separates  of  broadcloth  and  darker 
contrast  denim.  Blouse,  under  $5.  Skirt 
under  $11.  By  McArthur.  For  details  see  page  80. 


All-occasion  sportswear  worn  by  Phyllis  Kirk. 

Reversible  Raglan  coat  of  poplin  and  white  terry — poplin 

Calfskinners — matching  poplin  Sta-frra.  All  available  in 

black,  navy  or  red.  Coat,  about  $14;  Calfskinners,  about  S5J0; 

Sta-bra,  about  $3.  White  Sailcloth  crew  hat,  about  $2.  The 

denim  Ah-Footsie  leisure  Chuk-a-Booties  have  foam  rubber  soles,  white 

terry  linings  and  plastic  lipped  twisted  white  laces. 

About  $2.49.  Fhyllis  is  next  in  Warner's  The  City  Is  Dark. 


Janet  Leigh  wears  a  halter-neck  printed  cotton 
broadcloth  dress  trimmed  with  upholstery  binding — patent 
belt.  Black  print  design  on  white,  aqua,  pink  or 
grey.  Sizes  10  to  18.  Under  $15.  By  McArthur. 
Janet  is  in  MGM's  The  Naked  Spur. 


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Hollywood  goes  to  a  fashion  party 


James  and  Pamela  Mason  pose  in  the  garden  of  their 
hSme.  Pamela  wears  a  Don  Loper  suit  with  an  Accent  platform- 
pump  called  Sireen.  Available  in  all  colors  in 
calf  or  suede;  also  in  all  colors  {or  white  for  dyeing)  in 
shantung  or  linen — see  shoe  in  detail — bottom  photo. 
Other  shoe  styles— top  to  bottom:  Andora—high  heel 
ankle  strap  pump.  All  colors  in  calf  and  suedes.  Whistle— shell 
sling  pump.  Black  patent;  also  all  colors  of  calfskin,  linen, 
shantung  or  suede.  Kitty— high'  heel  mesh  pump 
with  calf  or  patent  trim.  All  black  or  navy.  White  mesh 
with  contrast  navy  or  toast  calf  or  patent  trim.  All  shoes  by 
Accent  of  St.  Louis— Kitty  about  $10;  others  about  $11. 
Wear  Holeproof's  new  Spring  hosiery  shades  with  Accent  Shoes 
—details  page  80.  James  Mason  last  in  MGM's  Prisoner  Of 
Zenda  (in  Technicolor).  His  next  film  is  20th 's  The  Desert  Rats. 


Bob  Stack  and  Claudette 
Thornton  agree  on  all  their  selec 
tions  of  shoe  styles  for  1953. 


HOLLYWOOD  APPROVED  FASHIONS  MAY  BE  BOUGHT  FROM  STORES  LISTED  ON  PAGE  80. 


Piper  Laurie,  co-starring  with  Rock  Hudson 
in  U-I's  The  Golden  Blade  (in  Technicolor), 
poses  in  a  perfect  two-piece  town  dress  of  woven 
check  cotton  gingham  accented  with  bands  of  solid 
color.  The  figure-flattering  jacket  (with  deep  cuffs) 
and  full  skirt  are  button  trimmed.  Black 
and  white,  brown  and  white,  green  and  white.  Sizes 
7  to  15.  Under  $18.  By  Minx  Modes. 


Joan  Evans,  Samuel  Goldwyn  star  currently  ap- 
pearing in  Universal-International's  Columns  South,  wears 
a  two-piece  navy  town  frock  of  acetate  and  rayon 
faille.    The  short,  fitted  jacket  is  trimmed  with 
crisp  pique  (easily  removable  for  tubbing).  The  pencil 
slim  skirt  has  an  inverted  back  kick-pleat.  Navy 
and  white,  black  and  white,  brown  and  white.  Sizes  7  to 
IS.  Under  $13.  Also  by  Minx  Modes  of  St.  Louis. 


64 


■  Over  the  checkered,  colorful  half-century 

of  its  hectic  existence,  Hollywood  has  witnessed 

many  strange,  stormy  and  stirring  marriages — Greer 

Garson  and  Richard  Ney,  Olivia  deHavilland 

and  Marcus  Goodrich,  Ty  Power  and  Linda  Christian, 

Charles  Chaplin  and  Paulette  Goddard — but  never 

has  there  been  one  quite  so  strange  as  the 

marriage  of  Cary  Grant  and  Betsy  Drake. 

I  say  strange  because  here  are  two  motion  picture 
stars  who  have  achieved  the  quasi-impossibility  of  living 
the  most  un-Hollywoodlike  life  in  Hollywood. 

Ever  since  Howard  Hughes  flew  them  to  Phoenix, 
Arizona,  three  Christmases  ago  and  arranged  for 
a  quiet,  out-of-the-way  wedding  ceremony.  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Grant  have  never  posed  for  the  press 
photographers  in  their  home.  They  have  never  sat  for 
a  joint  fireside  interview.  They  have  been  inside  a 
night  club  once  in  38  months.  They  have  avoided  the 
more  prominent  of  filmland's  social  and  charity 
functions  as  a  fox  avoids  the  hounds. 

They  are  hardly  ever  seen  at  a  preview  or  a  stage 
opening.  Their  name  is  conspicuous  by  its  absence  in 
the  gossip  columns.  They  will  drop  a  word  or  two 
about  their  professional  work  to  reporters  but  never 
anything  about  their  home-life  so  that 
practically  nothing  about  them  has  appeared  in 
the  public  print. 

Few  people  know  where  or  how  they  first  met  or  the 
background  of  their  romance  that  ended  in  marriage, 
and  neither  of  them  particularly  cares  to  discuss 
the  subject.  Other  than  for  a  dozen  old  friends  and 
a  handful  of  important  business  acquaintances,  no  one 
knows  where  they  live  or  how  they  live  except  that 
on  their  combined  earnings  (Betsy  gets  $25,000 
a  picture  and  her  husband  ten  times  that  amount  plus 
a  percentage  of  the  picture's  profits)  they  both 
live  extremely  well 

A  press  agent  at  Warner  Brothers  where  the 
Grants  starred  in  Room  For  One  More,  says,  "It  seems 
to  me  that  they've  drawn  an  iron  curtain 
across  their  marriage.  They're  extremely  cooperative 
when  it  comes  to  anything  about  their  work, 
but  just  try  and  invade  their  privacy,  and  brother, 
you're  up  against  a  stone  wall.  I'm  sure  they're 
very  happy,  and  why  they  should  want  to  hide  their 
happiness,  I  don't  know.  {Continued  on  page  74) 


For  Betsy's  sake,  Cary  agreed  to  a 
husband-and-wife  radio  program.  It  laid  an 
awful  egg,  but  Betsy's  still  shooting  for  a 
full-fledged  career,  with  his  help. 


marriage 


65 


love  at  your  own  risk 


(Continued  from  page  41)  Lana  is  puzzled 
and  hurt  that  she  has  never  found  real 
love.  She  is  a  kind,  generous  and  beautiful 
girl  who  deserves  happiness. 

And,  yet,  her  entire  love-life  history  is 
one  case  after  another  of  trying  to  kindle  a 
new  love  in  the  embers  of  an  old  flame. 

Starting  with  her  earliest  big  Tomance, 
Lana  fell  out  of  love  with  Greg  Bautzer 
into  marriage  with  Artie  Shaw;  out  of  mar- 
riage with  Shaw  into  love  with  Tony 
Martin;  out  of  love  with  Martin,  into  love 
with  Peter  Lawford;  out  of  love  with  Law- 
ford,  into  love  with  Tyrone  Power;  off  with 
Power  on  with  Turhan  Bey;  Bey  away,  a 
marriage  and  remarriage  to  Steve  Crane; 
Crane  was  lost  for  new  husband,  Bob  Top- 
ping; Topping  was  dissolved  via  Reno  di- 
vorce for  expected  marriage  to  Fernando 
Lamas. 

And  before  that  event  could  take  place, 
Lamas  was  lost  (and  acquired  by  Arlene)  — 
and  now  it's  Lex  (lost  by  Arlene  and 
acquired  by  Lana)  in  Lana's  love-life. 

Of  course,  it's  mad  and  mixed  up  and  a 
startling  example  of  emotions  shifting  from 
high  to  low  gear  and  back  again  too  swiftly. 

I  believe  the  trouble  is  that  Lana  is  still 
too  emotionally  immature  and  too  beautiful 
(men  swoon  over  her)  to  realize  that  real 
love  arrives  more  slowly. 

Even  though  she  now  believes  she  is  in 
love  with  Lex,  I  hope  she  goes  ahead  with 
her  plans  to  go  to  Europe  this  summer  with 
just  her  little  daughter,  Cheryl,  and  gives 
herself  a  chance  to  discover  whether  this  is 
real  or  just  another  mirage  along  the  road. 

The  recent  ten-day  "engagement"  of  Dan 
Dailey  and  Beetsy  (the  former  Mrs. 
Keenan)  Wynn  reveals  the  folly  of  twice 
trying  to  drive  down  a  One  Way  Street. 

They  had  been  traveling  along  happily 
at  one  time — soon  after  Beetsy  and  Keenan 
parted— and  then,  for  reasons  known  only 
to  Dan  and  Beetsy  they  reached — the  end. 

But,  for  some  other  reason,  also  best 
known  to  themselves,  they  revived  their 
romance,  Beetsy  dashed  for  a  Mexican 
divorce  from  Keenan,  and  for  ten  days  she 
and  Dan  were  back  on  the  road  headed  for 
marriage. 

Out  of  the  blue  and  rather  ungallantly, 
Dan  announced  that  the  marriage  was  off. 
Beetsy  agreed.  The  short  tour  along  the 
revival  of  an  old  love  had  once  more 
reached  the  ROAD  CLOSED  sign. 

Diana  Lynn  and  John  Lindsay  are  two 
others  who  recently  discovered  they 
couldn't  stop  and  start,  start  and  stop 
their  marriage  at  will  and  still  keep  it 
on  the  road.  I  believe  they  sincerely  tried 
to  steer  clear  of  rumors,  of  the  difficulty  of 
trying  to  blend  their  opposite  careers  (he 
is  a  successful  architect) ,  of  the  separations 
they  were  forced  to  make  when  her  work 
kept  her  away  from  home  so  much. 

But,  in  order  to  keep  in  a  straight  line 
when  there  are  so  many  boulders  in  the 
way,  the  principals  must  be  mature  and 
wise  perhaps  beyond  the  years  of  Diana 
and  John. 

I'm  not  saying  that  wrecked  marriages 
and  romances  cannot  be  repaired  in 
Hollywood  and  the  lovers  drive  on  into 
permanent  happiness.  Look  at  the  Ray 
Millands  as  happy  as  happy  can  be  after  a 
separation  years  ago  which  lasted  ten 
months.  It's  wonderful  to  see  the  Millands 
spinning  along  so  steadily  and  so  happily 
after  a  patched -up  break.  And  many  others 
have  "reconciled"  happily,  although  you 
will  find  that  they  are  usually  mature  and 
settled  couples. 

As  long  as  I  am  playing  traffic  officer  to 
Hollywood  Lovers,  I  think  I'll  give  a 
PARKING  OVERTIME  ticket  to  Marilyn 
66  Monroe  and  Joe  Di  Maggio. 


Believe  me,  it  is  dangerous  for  lovers 
to  wait  too  long  to  take  their  happiness- 
just  as  it  is  dangerous  to  speed  too  quickly 
into  marriage. 

There  is  a  happy  medium  which  involves 
knowing  your  heart,  knowing  you  have 
found  The  One,  and  then  making  the  jump 
with  eyes  wide  open. 

I  think  Marilyn  and  Joe  are  very  much 
in  love.  I  think  they  are  good  for  each  other. 
At  one  time  I  believed  they  would  marry, 
particularly  after  they  had  been  so  careful 
in  taking  their  time  and  realizing  the  haz- 
ards in  their  way,  and  there  were  many  of 
them.  Chiefly,  Marilyn's  studio  and  Mari- 
lyn, herself,  realize  she's  a  sexier  attraction 
as  a  "Miss"  than  a  "Mrs-." 

But,  aren't  they  waiting  too  long?  People 
who  are  really  in  love  can  sometimes  be 
too  cautious  in  remembering  all  the  things 
against  their  happiness  and  ignoring  all  the 
fine  things  for  it. 

In  this  category,  I  would  certainly  place 
Robert  Taylor  who  just  won't  realize 
how  smitten  he  is  with  Ursula  Thiess  and 
who  .should  be  signaled  to  the  outside  lane 
for  DRIVING  TOO  SLOWLY. 

Even  the  traffic  directors  realize  that  go- 
ing too  slowly  can  be  as  dangerous  as 
speeding.   (At  least,  in  California,  pokey 


the  frightening 
truth  of 

Olivia  deHavilland's 
six  wasted  years 

is  revealed  in 
the  may 

modern  screen 
on  sale  april  7 
with  luscious 
janet  leigh 

on. the  cover 


drivers  are  shunted  to  the  side  of  the 
road.)  .  , 

The  truth  about  Bob  is,  he  has  been  in 
a  wreck  in  the  crack-up  of  his  marriage 
to  Barbara  Stanwyck.  But  is  this  any 
reason  why  he  should  "never  again  get  be- 
hind the  wheel  of  marriage  and  drive  off 
with  another  partner?  I  don't  think  so. 
Apparently  he  does.  ■ 

Doesn't  he  know  "that  traffic  authorities 
recommend  starting  driving  soon  after  an 
accident  lest  one  become  timid  and  never 
drive  again? 

There's  no  one  I  know  in  Hollywood  who 
can  find  more  reasons  for  not  falling  in  love 
again  than  handsome,  likeable  Bob  who 
should  stop  to  realize  that  there  are  many 
years  of  happiness  ahead  for  him  if  he'll 
only  take  over  the  controls  again. 

On  the  other  hand,  if  ever  the  brakes 
had  slipped  and  a  marriage  seemed  to  be 
careening  crazily  down  the  road  it's  that 
of  Betty  and  Mario  Lanza.  Just  as  he  has 
done  with  his  career,  Mario  seems  to  have, 
taken  his  guiding  hand  off  his  family  life. 

In  this  case,  the  conduct  is  so  unreason- 
able it  cannot  be  considered  typical.  None 
the  less  it  is  an  example  in  DANGER  to 
other  couples,  particularly  when  success 
comes  too  swiftly  and  blindingly  to  one  of 
the  partners. 

Mario  is  a  case  of  temperament  running 
wild.  Some  people  say  his  actions  are 
hinged  on  a  condition  perilously  close  to  a 


nervous  breakdown — and    these  people 
should  not  be  driving  careers  or  mar-  j 
riages. 

Frankly,  I  don't  know  what  is  the  trou-  j 
ble  with  Mario.  I  do  know  that,  as  this  is  j 
written,  he  is  perilously  close  to  the  edge 
of  driving  over  a  precipice  with  the  de-  j 
voted  girl,  who  loves  him  and  his  family,  j 
banging  on  with  heartsick  insecurity. 

Frank  Sinatra  and  Ava  Gardner  are  not 
taking  the  curves  as  wildly  as  Mario, 
but  they,  too,  should  take  time  to  get  their 
happiness  under  better  control. 

They  have  taken  and  are  taking  (though 
not  as  conspicuously  as  in  their  first  year) 
dangerous  chances.  The  Sinatras  take  their 
eyes  off  the  road  to  indulge  in  wild  quarrels1 
— even  to  the  point  of  Frankie's  calling 
officers  to  evict  Ava  from  their  home  in 
Palm  Springs  last  fall. 

I  don't  care  how  much  two  people  pro- 
claim they  are  in  love,  bickering  and  fights 
and  quarrels  in  constant  repetitions  are 
not  conducive  to  "getting  there"  and  "stay- 
ing there"  on  the  road  to  happy  marriage. : 
You  liave  to  say  for  the  battlin'  Sinatras 
that  at  least,  they're  trying  in  the  face  of 
danger. 

And  this  is  more  than  you  can  say  for 
Debra  Paget  who  refuses  even  to  go  to 
Driving  School  where  Love  is  concerned. 

Deborah  is  19 — and  she's  never  been 
kissed  off-screen.  She  says  she  isn't  inter- 
ested in  romance  and  that  she's  much  hap- 
pier staying  out  of  the  "love  Iraffic;"  safe 
at  home  with  her  mother  whom  she  adores. 

I'm  all  for  young  girls  taking  their  time, 
But  to  refuse  to  date  or  say  anything  but 
a  determined,  "No,"  to  the  eligible  boys 
and  men  who  ask  her  to  dine  or  dance, 
can  be  just  as  much  a  mistake  as  playing 
the  field. 

No  one  expects  Debra  to  fall  madly  in 
love  at  her  age.  She  should,  however,  have 
the  companionship  and  company  of  young 
men  before  she  gets  so  set  as  a  "careei 
girl"  that  she  finds  they  aren't  asking  her 
She  is  about  the  same  age  as  Debbi* 
Reynolds  and  Debbie  appears  to  be  a  smar 
girl  in  realizing  that  the  golden  days  o: 
youth  are  for  normal  good  times  and  dating 
as  well  as  for  devotion  and  dedication  t< 
just  "getting  ahead"  as  an  actress. 

Jane  Powell  is  another  youngster  wh< 
has  luckily  found  happiness  in  both  he 
career  and  her  family  life  with  Gear 
Steffen  and  their  two  children — provin 
that  "young  marriages"  can  be  very  stead 
indeed  on  the  Hollywood  highway. 

I  hope  it's  clear  to  Debra,  and  to  othe 
young  girls  late  in  dating  who  may  b 
reading  this,  that  I'm  certainly  not  ad 
vocating  dating  "wolves"  or  being  see 
around  the  nightclub  circuit  just  for  pub 
licity  purposes.  Nothing  is  farther  fro' 
my  intention. 

For  instance,  I  think  Pier  Angeli  is  to 
young  to  be  dating,  as  she  has  been  doin 
both  here  and  abroad,  Kirk  Douglas— n< 
that  Kirk's  a  wolf,  heaven  forbid. 

But  he  is  a  mature  man,  married  an 
divorced  with  two  children,  and  is  frankl 
too  old  and  experienced  for  a  girl  of  Pier 
age.  If  she  has  a  real  crush  on  him,  and 
believe  she  has,  I  wish  she  would  take 
sideglance  at  the  signal  marked  "FREE 
WAY.  DANGEROUS  FOR  AMATEU 
DRIVERS." 

You  may  remind  me  that  Elizabeth  Ta? 
lor  is  a  little  young  for  Michael  Wildui 
too,  and  they  seem  to  have  found  happ 
ness.  And  I'll  say -you  are  quite  right.  L 
and  Mike  may  well  prove  to  be  the  excej 
tion  to  the  age  rules  on  the  drivers'  licens 
if  they  keep  on  the  steady  route  they 
traveling  now.  J 

Let  me  repeat— the  Hollywood  Highwa 
of  Love  has  proved  to  be  slippery  *r 
dangerous,  but  by  no  means  non-travel«£ 
by  smart  drivers! 


HOW  THE  STARS  FOUND  FAITH 


God  lightens  men's  souls.  Clowns 

help  men  touch  happiness.  I  thank  Him 
every  day  for  bestowing  on  me  the  gift 
of  making  people  laugh. 


AND  LAUGHTER 


■  It's  too  late  to  do  anything  about  it  now, 
but  I  was  born  an  awfully  poor  boy.  I  can 
remember  as  a  child  seeing  a  horribiy 
skinny  mouse  drag  himself  out  of  a  hole 
in  our  wall  and  hearing  him  squeak  pro- 
testingly  as  if  to  say,  "All  right.  I'll  give 
up.  Where's  the  cat?"  That's  how  poor  we 
were.  I  had  to  start  earning  money  very 
early.  I  can  remember  sitting  with  my  three 
brothers  in  open  assembly  at  school  and 
being  the  only  one  of  the  four  of  us  not 
asleep  in  his  seat;  we  had  all  been  up 
since  4  o'clock  trying  to  sell  sandwiches  to 
passengers  on  the  early  trains  down  at  the 
station.  That's  how  hard  we  had  to  scramble 
in  our  family.  I  got  into  lots  of  trouble.  I 
can  remember  myself  at  11  on  a  pitchman's 
platform  desperately  entertaining  a  crowd 
that  was  going  to  turn  ugly  as  soon  as  it. 
found  put  what  I  had  already  figured — my 
boss  had  run  off  with  their  money  leaving 
me  to  face  the  music.  That's  the  kind  of 
scrapes  I'd  find  myself  in. 

I  can  remember  all  these  things  but,  you 
know,  I  don't  much.  They  rarely  come  to 
mind  when  I  think  back.  If  I  did,  if  they 
had  made  a  strong  impression  on  me,  I 
probably  would  have  grown  up  to  be  one 
of  those  grim,  bitter  boys  you  see  around 
— and  some  people  tell  me  I  have  the  face 
for  it,  too.  Instead,  when  I  think  back,  I 
see  myself  as  a  kid  to  whom  life  was  a 
shining  promise  because  he  had  latched  on 
to  a  magic  power — the  power  to  make 
people  laugh.  Now  the  point  that  becomes 
important  here  is  that  this  kid  got  his 
magic  power  confused  with  the  power  .of 
grown-up  religion.  {Continued  on  page  103) 


Red's  working  on  his  pledge  to  his  mom: 
To  make  a  million,  give  her  a  warm  climate, 
and  be  the  world's  greatest  clown. 


a  bachelor  finds  himself 


(Continued  from  page  47)  has  talked  often 
and  freely  about  his  visit  to  the  clinic,  his 
only  reservation  being  a  rehictance  to 
give  specific  examples  for  fear  that  .others 
may  try  to  apply  his  own  personal  ex- 
periences to  themselves.  "Everybody  is 
as  different  from  the  next  guy  as  are  his 
fingerprints,"  he  said,  "and  things  like  this 
are  strictly  individual  cases."  With  this 
in  mind  he  asked  that  some  of  our  conver- 
sation be  kept  off  the  record,  arid  so  this 
story  will  not  go  into  detail  about  his"  stay 
at  the  clinic,  except  for  those  things  that 
started  the  pendulum  swinging  back  for 
Dan. 

He  used  this  expression  himself.  "I've 
thought  about  writing  a  story  and  call- 
ing it  'The  Swing  of  the  Pendulum.'  It's 
hard  to  explain,  but  I  believe  that  each  in- 
dividual has  his  own  goal  in  life  and  his 
own  natural  interests.  Many  times  you 
go  off  on  tangents— I  know  I  have  in  the 
last  two  years— but  sooner  or  later  you 
come  back  to  the  basic  things  you  really 
like.  Until  you  do,  you're  only  floating, 
because  you're  entirely  off  your  course  and 
have  no  direction.  That's  what  the  clinic 
did  for  me — they  gave  me  a  direction.  And 
so  I  swung  back." 

As  an  example  he  said  that  in  his  boy- 
hood he  had  loved  horses,  that  he  was 
never  happier  than  in  those  hours  he 
spent  on  a  horse's  back  or  in  a  stable.  Yet 
with  his  zooming  career  and  its  attendant 
pressures,  he  did  less  and  less  riding,  he 
saw  less  of  the  people  he  had  been  happy 
with,  and  he  took  on  new  interests  that 
were  foreign  to  his  nature.  Now  he  is 
once  more  back  with  horses,  and  with  the 
same  people,  and  he  is  content. 

Something  like  this  is  such  a  simple 
remedy,  yet  few  people  can  see  their  own 
lives  in  an  objective  manner.  The  clinic 
helped  here,  for  they  led  Dan  into  a 
variety  of  interests,  some  of  which  he  re- 
jected and  some  of  which  he  found  to  his 
liking.  Few  of  them  allowed  him  time  to 
thuik  about  himself.  While  there  he  took 
up  basketball,  he  lectured  on  the  theater, 
he  took  a  course  in  political  philosophy 
and  one  in  writing.  They  steered  him  into 
woodworking  and  although  at  first  Dan 
had  no  stomach  for  it  he  soon  found  that 
wood  cannot  only  become  beautiful,  but 
that  the  work  accomplished  a  deeper 
purpose.  "When  you  are  chiseling  a  block 
of  walnut  down  to  a  thin  line  and  are 
still  working  on  it  to  create  something 
beautiful,  you  can't  possibly  worry  about 
yourself.  I  found  that  I  liked  to  work  with 
my  hands.  I  tried  painting  and  sketch- 
ing, but  except  for  a  pencil  sketch  of  two 
horses'  heads  that  I've  framed  and  hung 
in  my  apartment,  I  didn't  really  care  for 
it.  I  liked  clay  better.  I  liked  the  feel  of 
it  in  my  hands.  There's  a  three-dimen- 
sional thing  about  it." 

"What  else?"  I  asked.  "What  else  are 
you  doing?" 

He  gave  me  that  affable  grin  and  said, 
"Well,  there's  the  hunt  club,  and  the  horse 
shows,  and  both  skiing  in  snow  and  water 
skiing.  And  I've  written  a  few  songs.  And 
of  course  I'm  active  in  the  local  Menninger 
chapter.  I  play  around  at  writing  stories, 
too." 

"Poetry?"  I  said. 

He  grinned  again.  "Sure,  I  wrote  a  lot 
of  it  when  I  was  a  kid."  He  said  it  with  a 
happy  lack  of  self -consciousness.  * 

"Dan,  do  you  do  all  these  things — there 
are  a  great  many  of  them — out  of  a  sense 
of  urgency?  Or  do  you  really  want  to  do 
them?"  I  asked. 

He  shook  his  head.  "I've  watched  other 
people  fight  to  'keep  busy',  and  it's  a  futile 
fight.  The  only  time  hobbies  do  you  any 


good  is  when  you  really  want  to  spend 
time  at  them  Not  kill  time." 

We  talked  for  a  while  about  these 
varied  interests  of  his.  Since  his  return  to 
Hollywood  he  has  made  a  great  many 
things  of  wood:  bowls,  candy  dishes,  even 
tables,  and  says  he  would  do  more  if  he 
didn't  have  to  go  over  to  George  Mont- 
gomery's to  borrow  a  lathe. 

His  connection  with  the  local  Menninger 
chapter  consists  mostly  in  promoting  in- 
terests and  funds  so  that  a  new  center 
may  be  possible  in  Los  Angeles.  The 
clinic  itself,  which  trains  its  own  doctors, 
needs  more  money  and  a  greater  scope 
of  operation. 

Skiing  is  one  of  his  newer  interests.  He 
had  water  skiied  since  boyhood,  but  snow 
was  a  new  experience.  Otto  Lang  was 
preparing  a  film  about  skiing  and  wanted 
Dan  to  learn  "just  enough  to  look  at  home 
on  them."  Dan  not  only  learned  to  ski 
in  snow,  but  retaliated  by  teaching  Lang 
to  water-ski.  He  has  recently  become 
interested  in  baseball,  too,  for  strangely 
enough,  although  Dan  lived  practically  in 
the  shadow  of  a  big  league  ball  park,  he 
never  cared  for  baseball  as  a  boy.  Then 
his  role  as  Dizzy  Dean  in  The  Pride  Of 
St.  Louis  turned  him  into  an  avid  fan  of 
the  national  sport. 

The  freedom  to  go  barreling  off  to  a 
ball  game  or  Sun  Valley,  or  a  horse  show 
or  a  hunt,  means  a  great  deal  to  Dan,  and 


One  pal,  "Have  you  ever  read 
Stephen  Crane's  'Red  Badge  Of 
Courage'?"  Other  pal,  "No— I 
HATED  him  for  what  he  did  to 
Lana  Turner." 

The  Hollywood  Reporter 


although  he  feels  that  marriage  is  a  natural 
and  happy  way  of  living  for  a  man,  his 
recent  solitude  has  been  good  for  him.  For 
some  time  he  employed  a  manservant  to 
keep  his  five-room  apartment  in  order, 
but  soon  even  Jess'  presence  bothered 
him.  He  let  Jess  go,  not  because  the  man 
wasn't  capable,  but  because  of  the  very 
fact  that  he  was  always  there.  Two  other 
factors  were  involved:  Dan  was  slated  for 
several  months  without  picture  work  and 
had  every  intention  of  utilizing  his  time 
away  from  home,  and  also  he  wanted  to 
buy  Early  Autumn — and  horses  these  days 
cost  a  small  fortune  to  buy  and  board. 
"Having  to  keep  house  myself  is  worth  it 
to  me,"  Dan  said.  "I  swing  a  mean  dust 
mop  anyway,  and  it's  wonderful  to  be 
completely  alone  when  I  feel  like  it." 

He  has  lived  in  the  apartment  since  his 
divorce  and  described  it  as,  "early 
Dailey.  It's  an  orderly  cluttered  sort  of 
place,  filled  with  things  that  have  a  particu- 
lar meaning  for  me." 

Books  take  up  a  lot  of  the  space,  and 
only  recently  Dan  has  found  time  to  re- 
sume his  reading.  Years  ago  he  had  vowed 
to  read  the  One  Hundred  Great  Books  of 
the  World,  as  listed  by  literary  authorities, 
and  went  through  about  35  of  them  be- 
fore he  came  to  the  period  in  his  life  when 
he  harnessed  himself  with  filings  he  did 
not  really  want.  Now  once  again  there 
is  a  fat  tome  on  the  table  by  his  favorite 
chair— Kant's  "Critique  of  Pure  Reason." 

"Now  I'm  back  to  living  just  about  the 
way  I  did  before  the  war,"  Dan  said.  "All 
these  things  were  part  of  my  life  and  I 
let  them  go,  but  now  that  I'm  alone  they've 
come  back,  and  I  feel  once  more  that  I'm 
really  home." 

It  wasn't  easy  for  him  to  come  back. 
When  he  first  returned  to  Hollywood  he 
startled  everyone  by  boarding  a  dating 
merry-go-round  and  keeping  it  up  night 
after  night  until  friends  felt  he  must  surely 
give  way.  It  was  a  frantic  sort  of  existence 
and  one  completely  unnatural  to  Dan.  It 


was  the  period  in  which  he  was  searching  j 
for  the  road  home.  "I  did  things  I  didn't 
like  to  do.  I  went  to  Hollywood  parties.  I 
even  wore  a  tuxedo.  I  suppose  I  thought 
I  should  try  this  kind  of  life.  I'd  never  had 
time  for  it  before — I'd  always  had  more  to  ! 
do  than  stand  around  for  four  hours  and  i 
make  small  talk.    Well,  I  tried  it  and 
I  didn't  like  it.  Soon,  out  of  it  all,  I  came  ; 
back  to  my  old  triends,  my  old  hobbies 
and  haunts.  I  feel  I'm  pretty  lucky  that 
I've  been  able  to  keep  myself  from  bounc- 
ing into  marriage." 

"What  about  another  marriage?"  I  said. 

He  spoke  without  hesitation.  "When  I 
marry  again,  it  will  be  a  girl  with  whom 
I  can  live  my  own  life.  I'm  interested  in 
too  many  things,  really,  and  I  need  some-  J 
body  who  can  keep  up  with  me  and  not  i 
take  it  as  an  affront  that  I  should  find 
happiness  in  things  and  places  that  aren't  j 
necessarily  in  our  home.  Somebody  once  j 
referred  to  it  as  'the  sea  of  marriage',  and 
that's  the  way  I  think  of  it.  Sort  of  being 
one  within  ourselves,  yet  able  to  seek 
opposite  shores." 

"TJan  toyed  with  his  fork  for  a  moment. 

"You  know,  if  and  when  I  marry  again, 
I'll  feel  that  I'm  really  married  for  the 
first  time.  It's  because  I've  grown  up.  I'm 
through  wearing  pretty  girls  on  my  arm 
like  a  bracelet.  I  used  to  criticize  myself 
and  criticize  others,  but  by  now  I've 
evolved  an  honest  appraisal  of  myself.  For 
the  first  time  in  my  life  I  know  what  I  can 
do  and  what  I  can't  do,  and  I  know,  too, 
what  I  can  expect  from  other  people.  I've 
grown  up,  and  I  feel  I'm  ready  for  mar- 
riage now — if  I  find  a  girl  who  is  also 
grown  up  enough  to  understand  that  we 
must  lead  our  own  lives.  I've  always 
wanted  a  big  family  and  I  still  want  it. 
There's  still  time." 

I  asked  him  about  travel.  "I'd  like  to  go 
to  Europe  mainly  because  I  love  old 
things,"  he  said.  "I  like  the  feel  of  a  piece 
of  old  oak,  of  old  stones,  of  leather.  There's  r 
a  solidity  in  old  things  that  gives  me  peace 
I  guess  that's  why  I  love  horses  so  much. 
There's  a  security  and  honesty  in  themJli 

"I  like  the  way  people  five  their  lives 
in  Europe.  They  take  time  to  live."  He 
picked  up  the  breadbasket  on  our  table 
and  flung  it  down  again.  "The  waitress  | 
here — she  threw  that  down  just  like  that.^ 
It  meant  nothing  to  her.  Yet  I  have  some,,) 
Rumanian  friends  and  some  Hungarian^ 
friends,  and  when  I  go  to  their  homes  for^ 
dinner  and  they  pick  up  a  piece  of  bread  so, 
and  hand  it  to  me,  they  do  it  as  though  j 
they  loved  it.  And  they  can  have  a  bottle  j. 
of  wine  that  cost  no  more  than  a  dollar  ^ 
but  to  them  when  they  serve  it  to  a  guest  ^ 
it's  a  great  and  beautiful  part  of  life,  h 
can't  get  that  feeling  from  the  generation 
today,  particularly  in  California.  Every-,  j, 
thing  here  seems  as  though  it's  ready  tcjL 
blow  away."  ^ 
He  smiled  at  me.  "I'm  talking  in  circlesi  ot 
but  I  hope  you  know  what  I  mean.  Vzr^ 
living  now  with  ease  and  freedom  ancp. 
it's  so  much  better  than  it  was.  I  can  feejjj 
it  in  my  work — a  lot  of  the  strain  hafj,f 
disappeared.  I  can  honestly  say  I've  neve}  ^ 
been  happier  in  my  life."  ^ 
I  did  know  what  he  had  meant.  Con-jn. 
tentment,  plus  a  sort  of  happy  surprise" 
that  he  had  found  it,  was  written  over  his  r 
face  and  sprinkled  through  his  speech  ^ 
Modern  psychology  might  say  that  Dan  J 
in  his  worship  of  things  steeped  in  the^ 
solid  past,  was  like  many  of  us  still  yearn-.  L 
ing  for  security.  But  I  had  a  strong  feelins  j,( 
that  he  was  glimpsing  the  peace  of  minG;E 
for  which  he'd  been  striving,  that  he' :  -1 
found  what  he  wanted.  I  told  myself  as  j  g, 
left  him  that  if  Dan  Dailey  could  be  givei  fc 
time  to  settle  himself  in  his  new-foun;  JY 
way  of  living,  he  would  truly  be  a  hapjn 
man.  .  .  .  Now  read  how  Dan  almost  tms 
his  happiness — on  the  opposite  page. 


. . .  And  they  say,  "Oh,  ain't 
you  glad  you're  single!" 


Beetsy  is  a  real  party  giri,  say  Howard  Duff  and  ex-husband  Keenan  Wynn. 


Following  the  MS  policy  of  bringing  you  all  the  news — here's  a  supple- 
ment to  the  Dailey  Story.-  His  on-and-off  romance  with  Beetsy  Wynn. 


■  The  story  on  the  opposite  page  was 
written  from  an  interview  with  Dan  Dailey 
vhich  took  place  less  than  one  week  before 
le  and  Beetsy  Wynn,  estranged  wife  of 
Ceenan  Wynn,  announced  that  they  would 
:oon  be  married. 

It  shows  quite  clearly,  we  think,  that 
Dan's  subsequent  decision  not  to  marry 
vas  an  exceptionally  wise  one.  We  do  not 
nean  this  detrimentally  to  Beetsy.  She  is 
i  greatly  admired  girl  and  a  genuinely 
tood  person,  but  the  facts  would  indicate 
hat  she  and  Dan  would  not  have  been 
lappy  together.  As  is  obvious  to  anyone 
vho  reads  the  story,  Dan  only  recently  had 
ound  himself  and  was  happy  for  the  first 
ime  in  years.  He  said  in  that  interview, 
I'm  glad  I've  been  able  to  keep  myself 
rom  bouncing  into  another  marriage."  At 
he  time  he  meant  this  sincerely,  yet  a  few 
ays  later  he  surrendered  to  his  deep  need 
or  a  partner  in  life,  to  his  personal  feel- 
ag  that  a  man  should  be  married,  and  de- 
id  ed  to  marry  Beetsy  Wynn. 

On  the  surface,  Beetsy  might  seem  to 
e  an  ideal  wife  for  Dan.  He  has  said  he  is 
ufficiently  matured  that  he  does  not  re- 
uire  beauty  in  a  woman.  Beetsy  is  not 
eautiful  in  the  accepted  sense  of  the  word, 
he  is  attractive  rather,  perhaps  striking, 
[er  hair  is  dead  white  and  contrasts  hand- 
omely  with  her  deeply  tanned  skin.  She 
as  been  married  before  and  although  the 
larriage  was  not  a  success,  she  at  least  has 
•>me  conception  of  the  qualities  necessary 
1  a  woman  who  is  to  be  a  good  wife.  She 
;  young  enough  to  have  the  children  that 


Dan  would  like  to  have,  and  she  is  excep- 
tional in  that  she  likes  and  knows  horses 
as  well  as  Dan  does. 

The  objection  is  that  Dan  at  this  time 
needs  an  understanding  girl  who  is  com- 
pletely settled,  a  girl  who  would  be  sensi- 
tive to  Dan's  thoughts  and  needs.  Accord- 
ing to  his  friends,  Beetsy  was  not  this  type 
of  girl.  His  friends,  of  whom  he  seems  to 
have  more  than  any  actor  in  Hollywood, 
were  genuinely  worried  when  the  an- 
nouncement was  made. 

"Their  main  attraction  for  each  other," 
said  one,  "seems  to  be  that  when  they're 
together  the  repartee  is  like  machine  gun 
fire.  They  seem  to  be  competing  to  see  who 
can  say  the  funniest  things  the  fastest.  Dan 
is  naturally  the  life  of  the  party,  but 
Beetsy  has  to  be  the  life  of  the  party.  She's 
a  swell  girl,  but  she's  all  party.  She  never 
lets  up.  If  they  married,  I'm  sure  this 
would  wear  on  Dan's  nerves  after  a  while." 

Everyone  says  that  Beetsy  is  a  barrel  of 
fun.  On  a  dare  she  once  rode  a  horse  in  a 
pelting  rain,  wearing  a  $10,000  mink  coat. 
She  drives  a  white  Jaguar  automobile  and 
has  a  white  poodle  named  Heathcliff.  Dan 
has  always  detested  small  dogs,  according 
to  his  friends,  but  tolerated  Heathcliff  be- 
cause, "Beetsy  is  one  woman  who  knows 
what  makes  me  tick." 

This  may  have,  been  true,  but  Dan's 
friends  were  deeply  concerned.  One  man 
who  has  known  him  many  years  put  it 
this  way,  "Dan's  recently  begun  to  like  the 
quiet  life,  dinners  at  home,  music,  candle- 
light, that  sort  of  thing.'  He  doesn't  like  to 


get  dressed  up  and  Beetsy  does  .  .  .  she 
loves  clothes.  He's  just  redecorated  his 
apartment,  filled  it  with  old  silver  and 
hunting  prints,  and  he's  refused  publicity 
pictures  of  his  home.  I  can't  help  but  feel 
that  Beetsy  wouldn't  fit  into  the  picture. 
Fve  heard  that  one  night  she  went  to  a 
party  with  Travis  Kleefeld  after  he  broke 
up  with  Jane  Wyman.  The  party  was  way 
up  on  a  hilltop,  and  according  to  the  story, 
Beetsy  and  Trav  had  an  argument.  She 
took  his  car  and  left  him  stranded.  When 
he  beefed  about  it  later  she  told  friends, 
"This  guy  has  no  sense  of  humor.'  Maybe 
I'm  off  the  beam,  but  I  feel  this  couldn't 
be  more  wrong  for  Dan,  and  I  know  at 
least  a  dozen  other  people  who  feel  the 
same  way." 

A  lot  of  people  like  this  were  pulling  for 
Dan.  They  had  watched  him  date  a  long 
list  of  girls  since  the  breakup  of  his 
marriage  with  Liz  Hofert.  There  had  been 
Ann  Miller,  Jane  Nigh,  Marie  Allison, 
June  Haver,  the  tennis  dates  with  Bar- 
bara Whiting,  the  common  interest  in 
horses  with  Margo  Loos,  Pasadena  so- 
cialite. They  watched  because  they  well 
knew  that  if  Dan  was  to  get  back  on  his 
feet  he  needed  time  to  find  himself,  and 
that  unless  he  found  the  right  girl,  a  new 
marriage  would  be  much  too  premature. 
He  gave,  them  little  cause  for  worry  be- 
cause, with  the  possible  exception  of  Bar- 
bara Whiting,  he  did  not  seem  serious 
about  any  of  the  girls  he  dated. 

He  met  Beetsy  for  the  first  time  at  a 
horse  show  in  San  Fernando  Valley  a 
couple  of  years  ago,  but  at  that  time  he 
was  married  and  so  was  she,  and  he  con- 
centrated solely  on  the  horses.  In  the 
following  months,  they  saw  each  other  at 
various  horse  shows  but  it  wasn't  until 
last  June  (at  which  time  Beetsy  had  long 
been  separated  from  Keenan)  that  they 
met  at  Del  Mar  and  began  talking  about 
things  other  than  horses.  They  denied  a 
romance  for  the  remainder  of  the  Tear, 
but  during  the  Christmas  holidays  Dan 
and  Beetsy  announced  they  would  be  mar- 
ried. 

/Contrary  to  report,  Keenan  Wynn  had 
V  been  the  first  to  know  about  it,  and  be- 
fore he  left  for  Korea  to  entertain  troops, 
signed  all  the  necessary  papers  in  the 
event  Beetsy  should  want  a  divorce  while 
he  was  gone. 

Said  Beetsy,  "Keenan  was  very  nice 
about"  it  and  wished  me  happiness.  I 
don't  want  to  wait  a  year  to  marry  Dan 
and  I  don't  want  to  go  to  Nevada  for  six 
weeks,  so  I've  decided  to  file  in  Mexico. 
The  first  possible  date  is  January  2."  She 
said  that  Dan  might  go  with  her  to  Mexico 
in  which  case  they  would  be  married 
there,  but  if  not,  that  they  would  be  mar- 
ried in  Las  Vegas. 

Said  Dan,  in  answer  to  the  general  sur- 
prise at  the  announcement,  "We  had  met 
before  but  we  kind  of  got  together  at  Del 
Mar  last  June.  We  both  are  keen  about 
horses.  Beetsy  has  been  riding  some  of 
my  jumpers  in  shows  and  I've  been  driving 
her  harness  horses." 

Beetsy  flew  to  Mexico  and  obtained  her 
divorce,  but  on  January  8,  less  than  two 
weeks  later,  announced,  "I  don't  want  to 
talk  much  about  it.  By  mutual  agree- 
ment, Dan  and  I  decided  last  night  that 
our  proposed  marriage  would  not  work 
out.  All  plans  are  off  and  we  will  not  be 
seeing  each  other  any  more." 

At  this  writing  there  has  been  no  re- 
conciliation, and  Dan's  friends  are  ex- 
tremely happy  that  he  is  still  a  free  man. 
They  feel  it  was  a  narrow  escape,  too  close 
for  comfort.  Again,  we  say  that  this  re- 
action is  not  meant  in  any  sense  as  a.  lack 
of  faith  in  Beetsy  Wynn.  She  may  pos- 
sibly be  the  wife  Dan  needs,  but,  accord- 
ing to  his  own  words,  he  is  better  off  right 
now  without  a  wife.  END 


how  the  british  took  to  alan 


(Continued  from  page  51)  announcement 
was  made  that  he  would  star  in  The  Big 
Jump. 

With  the  news  that  Alan  was  scheduled 
to  play  the  lead  in  this  picture  of  the  hero- 
ism of  the  great  British  parachute  troops, 
the  antagonistic  press  broke  loose:  "Why," 
they  wanted  to  know,  "can't  an  English- 
man play  the  hero  in  an  especially  English 
story  of  heroism?"  There  had  been  no 
American  in  the  original  story  at  all.  What 
would  they  do  .  .  .  teach  Ladd  a  British 
accent? 

"No,"  came  the  reply.  "The  hero's  part 
has  been  rewritten  and  he  is  now  a  Cana- 
dian, with  an  accent  so  like  an  American 
no  one,  unless  he  is  Canadian,  will  know 
the  difference." 

That  did  it.  And  the  anti-Alan  Ladd 
smear  campaign  was  on  in  earnest.  It  be- 
gan sarcastically.  A  Torquay  paper  wrote: 
"It  is  pleasantly  refreshing  to  discover  that 
one  American  film  company  hag  realized 
British  fighting  men  figured  to  some  extent 
in  World  War  II,  even  if  Alan  Ladd  has  to 
become  'Canadian'  for  the  occasion." 

About  this  time  Errol  Flynn's  picture 
Objective  Burma  was  being  re-released. 
Seven  years  earlier  it  had  been  whisked 
off  the  screens  because  of  the  tortuous 
criticism  and  complaints  against,  "Ameri- 
cans winning  our  wars  for  us."  They  didn't 
seem  to  like  the  reissue  any  better  than 
the  original,  so  poor  Alan  was  sailing  into 
a  double  lion's  den  and  British  lion's  den 
at  that.  He  didn't  know  all  the  fuss  he 
was  stirring  up;  if  he  had,  he  would  never 
have  come. 

"Which,"  say  his  producers,  "is  precise- 
ly why  he  wasn't  told." 

From  Manchester  came  remarks  typically 
polished  and  unpleasant: 

"We've  nothing  against  Alan  Ladd  per- 
sonally, but  why  not  our  own  Richard 
Todd,  who  like  Trevor  Howard  and  An- 
thony Steele  actually  wore  the  Red  Beret 
and  parachuted  for  England's  glory?" 
(These  three  British  actors  were  to  be 
mentioned  constantly  in  the  next  weeks, 
but  Todd  more  than  the  other  two.) 

While  things. like  this  were  being  writ- 
ten and  said,  Alan  Ladd  was  innocently 
saying  in  Hollywood  that  he  was  delighted 
to  be  going  over  to  play  in  the  movie 
because  .  .  .  "it  will  cement  friendship 


and  better  understanding." 

The  next  day  Leonard  Mosley  wrote  the 
nastiest  blast  of  all  for  his  paper: 

"Why  can't  we  make  films  about  our 
war  with  our  players  just  as  America  does 
with  hers?  Once  upon  a  time  there  was  a 
British  war  film  in  which  the  principal 
role  was  not  played  by  an  American  star 
pretending  to  be  a  Canadian  soldier,  sail- 
or, airman,  nurse  or  WAAF.  Alan  Ladd 
is  not  proposing  to  play  in  an  ordinary 
film  but  the  story  of  one  of  Britain's  great- 
est and  most  glorious  efforts  in  World 
War  II.  I'm  sick  and  tired  of  having  Holly- 
wood types  lurking  around  every  turret, 
cockpit,  and  machine  gun  post  where  the 
Union  Jack  waved  during  the  war." 

So  spoke  the  press.  The  people,  however, 
had  something  quite  different  to  say. 
Readers  wrote  their  editors  "Entertain- 
ment is  the  aim.  Who  cares  if  Alan  Ladd 
wins  the  war  in  a  red  beret  or  if  Errol 
Flynn  won  it  in  Burma?  If  it  is  a  docu- 
mentary film  you  want,  apply  to  the 
Minister  of  Information." 

A  theater  owner  in  Birmingham  said 
that  he  was  delighted  to  have  Alan  Ladd 
play  the  part.  "That  way  I  know  I'll  be 
able  to  fill  the  house  at  every  performance. 
With  a  British  star  that's  rare. 

The  public  was  begmhing  to  show  its 
opinion,  and  in  the  face  of  it  some  writers 
began  to  pull  in  their  literary  horns  a  bit. 

"It  is  a  pity  that'  a  really  nice  chap  like 
Alan  Ladd  had  to  get  into  all  this  hot 
water.  He  is  a  good  type  I  understand, 
and  for  his  own  good  ought  to  get  out  of 
-  the  picture  now  and  save  feelings." 

That's  exactly  what  Alan  would  have 
done,  had  he  been  aware  of  the  situation. 
However,  standing  on  the  very  threshold 
of  England,  with  thousands  of  fans,  and 
newspaper  readers  waiting  for  him,  he 
could  only  face  the  hostile  press. 

He  listened  carefully  to  the  antagonistic 
British  views,  and  said  quietly,  "Look,  I 
didnt  come  over  here  to  conquer  any- 
thing or  anybody.  All  I'm  going  to  do  is 
play  the  part  of  a  guy  who  comes  to 
England  to  learn  to  fight.  Got  that?  I 
said  learn  to  fight,  not  teach." 

At  the  week's  end,  not  many  people 
cared  where  Alan  came  from.  The  Sunday 
Graphic  came  up  with  the  fan  side  of  the 
story.  "Welcome,  Mr.  Ladd,"  they  head- 
lined, "And  Shut  Up  To  His  Critics." 
Looking    back    over    the    years  Alan 


remembered  how  as  a  kid  he  fought 
against  the  strong  English  accent  that 
branded  him  "Limey"  in  school.  His  mother 
was  English,  his  father  a  Scot,  and  the 
family  suffered  the  ridicule  of  being  "for- 
eign." Alan  joked  about  it.  "I'd  surely  j 
like  to  have  that  accent  back  now." 

Gradually  the  press  was  won  over. 
They  were  impressed  by  the  star's  will- 
ingness to  submit  himself  to  a  gruelling 
three-week  commando  course  in  which 
he  not  only  had  to  master  400  yards  of  20 
obstacles,  but  had  to  live  like  an  ordinary 
recruit  all  day.  The  only  favoritism  he 
received  was  being  allowed  to  go  home 
to  Sue  Carol  at  night. 

Then  there  were  the  rugged  days  of 
shooting  on  location  in  Wales;  and  the 
day  the  Ladds  invited  his  entire  fan  club 
to  tea  at  their  house  near  London.  One 
young  lady  had  traveled  all  the  way  from 
Italy  for  it.  Best  of  all  the  writers  had 
never  found  a  star  nearly  as  cooperative 
with  them  as  Alan  Ladd.  Criticism  was 
nearly  at  an  end  .  .  .  but  not  quite. 

Although  Ladd  is  the  only  American  in 
the  picture  and  is  solely  responsible  ■  for 
providing  a  good  many  actors  with  work, 
a  few  British  players  still  felt  he  had 
somehow  cheated  them. 

Ladd  and  his  producers  waited  with  no 
little  worry,  but  the  tide  of  ill-feeling 
passed  with  the  help  of  many  encouraging- 
ly intelligent  remarks.  Someone  pointed 
out  that  there  had  been  no  loud  out- 
cries when  British  actor  Godfrey  Tearle 
played  Franklin  D.  Roosevelt;  nor  had  any 
come  recently  while  Stewart  Granger 
picks  juicy  picture  plums  in  Hollywood. 

n  editor  from  Derby  put  the  capper  on 
the  hassle.  "Let's  silence  these  petty 
outcries,"  he  wrote.  "Let's  consider  how 
amazed  Alan  Ladd  must  be  at  the  bitter- 
ness and  cold  shoulder  reception.  Frank- 
ly we  haven't  a  he-man  star  left  in  England 
to  even  offer  as  a  replacement.  May  that 
settle  that." 

And  so  it  seemed  to  do.  For  now  the 
Ladds  have  settled  down,  and  are  en- 
joying what  they  came  to  do  .  .  .  work 
and  see  England.  Mind  their  own  busi- 
ness, and  help  one  another  with  loving- 
kindness.  All  Britain  has  seen  this  family 
life  and  love  in  action.  And  the  British 
are  impressed.  The  Ladds  have  won  them- 
selves a  secure  place  in  the  English  hearts 
at  last.  END 


A 


the  gang's  all  here 


(Continued  from  page  51)  various  French 
signs  on  board  the  ship.  One  of  them, 
hanging  over  the  entrance  to  the  beauty 
salon,  announces  "Coiffeurs  Dames."  He 
spotted  it  the  second  day  out  and  said, 
"What  do  the  dames  need  with  chauffeurs?" 

The  only  thing  that  marred  our  trip  was 
the  bad  news  about  Jezebel,  our  faithful 
old  boxer  dog.  We  had  wanted  to  bring 
her  and  the  dachshund  Fritzi  along  with 
us  but  there's  a  quarantine  that  forbids  it, 
and  so  we  had  to  leave  them  at  home.  I 
had  news  before  we  sailed  that  Jez  had 
been  poisoned  and  died,  and  I  kept  this 
sad  news  from  Alan.  He  loved  her  so 
much.  But  Lonnie  unwittingly  let  the  cat 
out  of  the  bag.  She'd  been  told  the  dog 
was  ill,  and  not  knowing  she  shouldn't  say 
anything,  mentioned  it  one  day.  On  Alan's 
birthday,  in  fact.  He  looked  at  me  right 
away  and  asked  point  blank  if  the  dog 
were  dead.  I  couldn't  back  out  of  it  then, 
of  course,  and  had  to  tell  him.  It  set  him 
back  quite  a  bit,  and  it  wasn't  until  our 
landing  in  England  that  he  began  to  snap 
out  of  it. 

70      The  landing  itself  snapped  us  all  into  a 


state  of  excitement.  David  was  the  only 
one  who  slept  at  all  that  night,  and  we  all 
climbed  out  of  our  bunks  before  dawn  to 
make  the  landing  in  the  British  tender 
sent  alongside.  By  the  time  we  boarded 
the  smaller  boat  the  sun  was  beginning  to 
come  up  and  we  could  see  the  harbor. 
David,  whose  idea  of  any  place  other  than 
the  United  States  is  that  it  should  look  like 
the  Hawaiian  Islands  (the  result  of  our 
Honolulu  trip  last  year),  let  out  a  small 
gasp  when  he  saw  land  for  the  first  time. 

We  were  really  amazed,  at  that  hour,  to 
see  so  many  of  the  press  waiting  for  us 
when  we  reached  Plymouth.  The  poor 
souls  had  made  the  eight-hour  trip  all  the 
way  from  London  in  order  to  meet  us, 
and  we  felt  a  kind  of  personal  responsi- 
bility for  the  fact  the  boat  had  arrived  at 
such  an  inconvenient  hour.  If  we'd  slept 
lightly,  these  people  hadn't  had  any  sleep 
at  all. 

We  had  our  first  sample  of  British  cour- 
tesy when  we  went  through  customs  at 
Plymouth.  The  inspectors  were  so  polite 
(like  English  butlers  in  the  movies,  Laddie 
said)  that  we  all  felt  like  bowing  to  them. 
The  boat  train  took  us  directly  to  London, 
where  we  were  met  at  Paddington  station 
by  an  immense  crowd.  There  was  a  regular 


barrage  of  flashbulbs  and  hundreds  of 
people,  and  we  were  thrilled  and  proud  at 
the  wonderful  reception  they  gave  Alan. 

By  that  time  it  was  afternoon  and  we 
were  all  pretty  tired,  so  we  postponed  see- 
ing the  sights  in  London  and  drove  directly 
by  car  to  our  new  home  in  "the  country. 
We  saw  enough  of  London  that  afternoon, 
however,  to  set  the  children  howling  with 
excitement.  Lonnie  was  particularly  upset 
that  we  were  driving  "on  the  wrong  side 
of  the  street,"  and  Carol  Lee  and  Laddie 
kept  pointing  out  the  quaint  old  lamp 
posts,  the  cobblestones,  the  frequent  and 
lovely  little  parks,  the  spots  that  had  been 
bombed,  and  the  many  old  buildings.  "It 
doesn't  look  at  all  like  Honolulu,"  observed 
David. 

We  drove  through  perfectly  lovely  coun- 
tryside toward  our  home,  and  when 
we  were  almost  there  Alan  mentioned  he  d 
noticed  a  taxi  had  been  trailing  us  for 
some  distance.  Eventually  the  cab  pulled 
alongside,  filled  with  fans  who  had  f ollowecl' 
our  car  all  the  way  from  Paddington  sta- 
tion. All  they  wanted,  they  explained,  was 
Alan's  autograph.  He  was  deeply  touched, 
knowing  that  money  is  scarce  m  England 
today,  and  that  the  long  ride  had  cost  the«" 


I 


An  Extra  Mild  and  Soothing  Smoke 


KING 
SIZE 


FATIMA 


The  Difference  is 


(JUALITY 


a  small  fortune.  He  suggested  they  visit 
him  at  Shepperton  Studios  and  needless  to 
say,  they  later  took  him  up  on  the  invita- 
tion. 

We  hadn't  finished  exclaiming  over  our 
Surrey  house  before  we  were  served  tea, 
our  first  real  English  tea  served  in  Eng- 
land. Since  then  a  day  hasn't  gone  by  that 
we  hadn't  joined  the  British  in  their  tea- 
time  custom,  and  even  David,  whose  cup 
is  filled  with  more  milk  than  tea,  thinks 
the  ritual  is  just  about  as  good  an  idea  as 
hot  dogs  at  a  baseball  game. 

Alan  and  I  have  been  pleasantly  sur- 
prised at  the  children's  reaction.  We  had 
hoped  they'd  be  pleased  and  interested, 
but  their  excitement  and  ability  to  absorb 
the  many  new  things  they  see  and  hear 
has  been  most  gratifying.  Their  interest 
is  contagious,  and  "both  Alan  and  I  are 
"seeing"  more  this  time  than  we  did  three 
years  ago  when  we  came  over  for  a  Com- 
mand Performance. 

We  were  no  sooner  unpacked  and  had 
our  things  hung  neatly  in  the  closets  than 
we  were  all  whisked  away  to  North  Wales 
where  Alan  was  to  start  work  immediately 
on  the  picture  Red  Beret.  We  -lived  in  a 
town  that  certainly  lives  up  to  the  Welsh 
reputation  for  un-pronouncable  names  .  .  . 
Penrhyndeudraeth.  We  were  there  three 
weeks  but  already  we've  lost  the  knack  of 
rolling  the  name  around  our  tongues.  The 
town,  which  I  refuse  to  spell  out  again, 
not  only  obliged  with  a  typical  Welsh 
name,  but  it  also  afforded  some  of  the 
most  breathtaking  scenery  any  of  us  had 
ever  seen.  Plus  a  castle.  A  rambling  big 
place  in  Carnarvon  that  was'  the  home  of 
King  Edward  II  in  the  14th  century.  It 
was  the  first  real  castle  the  children  had 
ever  seen,  and  we  couldn't  have  chosen  a 
better  one.  They  poked  into  every  nook 
and  cranny  and  I  think  were  a  little  dis- 
appointed that  we  didn't  see  any  ghosts, 
an  omission  which  was  all  right  with  Carol 
Lee  and*  me. 

From  there  I  went  with  Alan  to  Oxford, 
the  nearest  town  to  the  Royal  Air  Force 
base  called  Abingdon  where  the  company 
worked  more  than  two  weeks.  The  chil- 
dren stayed  home  in  Surrey  for  that  period, 
except  for  the  few  days  they  visited  the 
base.  Alan  and  I  were  so  glad  we  had  the 
children  come  up  at  the  particular  time 
they  did,  for  they  saw  the  many  regiments 
of  troops  that  were  filmed  for  some  of  the 
master  shots.  The  best  of  all  were  the 
several  companies  of  Scottish  troops, 
dressed  in  their  traditional  kilts  and  carry- 
ing their  bagpipes. 

While  the  company  was  shooting  at  the 
R.A.F.  base  we  stayed  at  a  charming 
hotel  in  Oxford,  and  while  Alan  worked,  I 
took  our  brood  'around  the  historic  old 
college  town.  Oxford  University  is  divided 
into  many  colleges  and  each  has  its  own 
church  or  chapel,  and  its  own  enclosed 
campus.  We  thought  Christ's  Church  the 
prettiest,  and  Lonnie  at  last  saw  the  col-, 
lege  she'd  heard  so  much  about — Magde- 
lon,  which  has  a  miniature  national  park 
inside  its  walls. 

From  Oxford  the  five  of  us  went  to  War- 
wick and  saw  the  proud  old  castle  there. 
We  were  mightily  impressed  by  its  turrets 
and  towers  and  battlements,  to  say  nothing 
of  the  exquisite  furnishings  in  the  living 
quarters.  David  was  sure  that  he'd  see  a 
knight  in  full  armor  come  clattering  across 
the  courtyard  at  any  moment. 

And  then  we  went  to  Stratford-on-Avon. 
We  saw  Shakespeare's  birthplace  and  ihe 
church  where  he  is  buried,  and  Anne 
Hathaway's  house.  I  had  seen  all  these 
things  when  I  was  much  younger  but 
didn't  remember  much  about  them,  and 
can  only  hope  that  our  own  children  will 
never  forget.  Although,  as  I  told  Alan 
later,  they  were  so  engrossed  that  I  can't 
see  how  they  possibly  could  forget. 


Poor  Alan  went  right  on  working  while 
the  rest  of  us  were  sight-seeing.  He  worked 
ten  hours  every  day  until  the  company 
began  working  at  night  instead,  and  then 
in  late  October  the  motion  picture  com- 
panies all  over  England  went  on  strike  in 
protest  against  working  at  nights  or  on 
Saturdays.  That  gave  him  a  few  days  off 
and  the  hope  that  there'd  be  no  more  night 
work. 

When  shooting  at  Abingdon  was  finished 
I  drove  back  to  Surrey  with  Alan,  and  on 
the  way  we  stopped  for  the  night  in  a  very 
small  village.  At  the  door  of  the  town's 
only  restaurant  stood  a  small  boy,  dressed 
in  clothes  that  were  no  more  than  tattered 
rags.  His  eyes  lighted  up  when  he  saw 
us  get  out  of  the  car,  and  he  ran  to  Alan 
with  a  pencil  stub  and  a  scrap  of  paper. 
"Please,  sir,"  he  said  in  a  thin  little  voice, 
"could  I  have  your  autograph?  They  said 
you'd  be  coming  through  here,  and  I've 
waited  three  days." 

Well,  even  if  we  weren't  the  sentimental 
twosome  that  we  are,  I  believe  we'd  have 
spilled  tears  right  then  and  there.  Alan 
was  so  upset  he  didn't  know  which  way 
to  turn.  "Do  you  think  we  could  get  him 
some  decent  clothes?"  he  said. 

That  was  all  I  needed.  The  next  morning 
I  took  the  boy  to  a  store,  intending  to  get 
him  a  new  suit  and  shirt,  but  my  inten- 
tions got  tangled  up  with  my  heart.  He 


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The  National  Society  for 
Crippled  Children  &  Adults,  Inc. 
11  S.  LaSalle,  St.,  Chicago  3,  III. 

was  such  a  beautiful,  sad  looking  little 
thing,  and  by  the  time  we  finished  shop- 
ping I'd  bought  him  not  only  a  suit  and 
shirt,  but  socks  and  shoes  and  two  pairs  of 
trousers  as  well.  He  was  delighted,  of 
course,  but  I  could  see  that  he  was  wor- 
ried. As  I  parted  from  him  he  hesitated 
a  minute  and  then  looked  up  at  me 
with  those  big  eyes.  "Please,  mum,"  he 
said,  "are  you  certain  you  can  afford  all 
this?" 

I  went  back  to  our  room  and  told  Alan 
about  it,  and  while  I  was  pretty  choked  up 
myself  I  noticed  that  he  swallowed  hard 
a  couple  of  times. 

The  location  work  over,  Alan  began 
working  at  Shepperton  Studios  in  Lon- 
don, and  the  rest  of  us  settled  down  in  our 
home.  The  first  Sunday  we  were  back  we 
gave  a  party  for  the  members  of  one  of 
Alan's  oldest  fan  clubs  here  in  England, 
and  more  than  400.  fans  arrived.  They  had 
come  from  all  over  England,  some  of  them 
having  traveled  more  than  30  hours  to 
reach  our  house.  We  had  arranged  to  have 
buses  pick  them  up  in  London  and  bring 
them  to  our  place  in  Surrey,  and  it  was 
•quite  a  sight  to  see  those  kids  piling  out 
of  the  buses  and  filing  into  the  house.  We 
had  tea  for  them  (naturally) ,-  and  a  great 
deal  of  food,  but  they  were  so  excited 
they  hardly  made  a  dent  in  the  solid 


stuff,  just  kept  gulping  away  at  their  tea. 

When  the  party  was  over  they  began 
asking  David  for  his  autograph  and  the 
idea  didn't  go  over  so  well  with  our 
youngest.  He  signed,  all  right,  but  he 
grumbled  the  whole  time.  Half  of  themi 
got  his  autograph,  and  the  other  half  prob- 
ably took  pity  on  him  because  he  looked 
so  utterly  exhausted.  A  couple  of  the  girls 
tried  to  stay  behind  when  the  buses  were 
getting  ready  to  take  off,  but  we  managed 
to  get  them  herded  back  to  their  seats. 
Then,  as  Alan  was  waving  goodbye,  one 
of  them  thought  to  ask  him  for  his  hand- 
kerchief. Another  requested  his  tie,  a  third 
his  cigarette,  and  when  I  saw  that  this 
thing  might  get  beyond  control  I  signalled 
him  to  duck  into  the  house  and  I'd  take, 
over  with  the  waving  department. 

Soon  after  the  party  we  bought  a  male 
dachshund  puppy  and  named  him  "Beret" 
after  Alan's  picture.  He  will  be  a  boy- 
friend for  Fritzi  when  we  return  to  the 
States,  and  I  do  hope  he  will  eventually 
take  the  place  in  our  hearts  left  by  poor 
old  Jez.  He's  fast  winning  it  right  now, 
as  he  takes  turns  sleeping  with  different 
members  of  the  family  every  night,  and  it's 
got  to  the  point  where  Laddie  and  Carol 
Lee  have  an  argument  every  evening  as 
to  which  one  gets  Beret. 

The  Ladd  clan  felt  a  little  out  of  place ; 
on  Hallowe'en.  It  isn't  celebrated  here,  so 
we  dressed  up  the  youngest  kids  and  took 
them  to  the  few  American  homes  we  knew 
of  for  the  traditional  bell  ringing.  They 
felt  better  about  the  whole  thing  when 
they  were  told  about  Guy  Fawkes  Day.  It 
was  on  November  5th,  1605,  that  the  rebel 
was  caught  trying  to  blow  up  Parliament, 
and  ever,  since  then  the  English  children 
celebrate  on  November  5th  by  ringing 
doorbells  and  asking  for  "a  penny  for  the 
Guy."  David  and  Lonnie  got  in  on  that 
one  full  swing  and  decided  it  was  even 
better  than  Hallowe'en,  for  after  the  door- 
bell business  comes  the  burning  of  Guy 
Fawkes  in  effigy,  then  firecrackers. 

Now  that  we're  back  in  Surrey  again, 
which  really  does  seem  like  home  after 
all  the  travelling,  we're  beginning  to  have 
an  opportunity  to  have  our  London  friends 
visit  us  here.  The  entertaining  is  done 
mostly  at  night,  for  in  the  daytime  the 
children  and  I  are  often  going  to  London. 

It  has  been  a  wonderful  aid  to  their  edu- 
cation. We  saw  the  changing  of  the  guard 
at  Buckingham  Palace,  and  David  spotted 
little  Prince  Charles  at  one  of  the  windows. 
We  went  to  Madame  Tussaud's,  where 
Lonnie  was  deeply  impressed  by  the  wax 
image  of  Sleeping  Beauty,  mostly  I  sup- 
pose because  of  the  mechanism  inside  the 
figure  which  makes  the  chest  rise  and 
fall  with  a  breathing  motion.  David  was 
home  with  a  cold  that  day  and  after- 
wards listened  rather  glumly  to  oui 
glowing  accounts  of  the  wax  museum 
He  brightened  only  when  he  learned  w« 
hadn't  seen  the  Chamber  of  Horrors  with- 
out him. 

We  fed  the  pigeons  at  Trafalgar  Square 
and  learned  all  about  Admiral  Nelson,  ancL 
at  the  Tower  of  London  we  were  escortec  | 
by  one  of  the  Beefeaters  in  his  picturesque  | 
red  and  black  uniform.  We  saw  the  crowr  ^ 
jewels  and  the  Imperial  crown  the  Queer, 
will  accept  at  the  Coronation  in  June  ' 
Carol  Lee  was  most  impressed,  I  thinkj  hi 
the  Tower  ravens'  and  their  story.  ThJ 
legend  goes  that  if  the  ravens  ever  leav^ 
the  tower,  England  will  fall.    I  think  alf 
four  of  the  children  really  worried  abouj 
that  one.  I  pointed  out  that  the  Tower  he 
been  graced  by  its  ravens  for  hundreds  oj 
years,  but  despite  my  assurance  I  felt  j^ 
the  smallest  twinge  of  anxiety.   For  all 
us  have  come,  in  these  last  few  months, 
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Hollywood's  strangest  marriage 


(Continued  from  page  65)  My  own  feel- 
ing is  that  this  sort  of  withdrawal  which 
they  practice  is  Cary's  reaction  to  his 
second  marriage.  He  was  married  to  Bar- 
bara Hutton,  you  know,  and'  that's  worse 
than  being  married  to  Liz  Taylor.  I  mean 
you're  on  exhibition  all  the  time.  Grant's 
mentality  is  basically  British.  I  think  liv- 
ing in  a  fish  bowl  with  Barbara  Hutton 
outraged  his  sense  of  privacy,  and  that's 
why  I  think  he  and  Betsy  live  as  they 
do,  up  there  on  Cloud  49,  far  removed 
from  the  world." 

Before  the  Grants  sailed  on  a  ireighter 
to  Hong  Kong  (this  business  of  taking  a 
vacation  on  a  freighter  is  something  Cary 
picked  up  from  his  good  friends,  the 
Laurence  Oliviers)  Betsy  Drake  evinced 
surprise  that  her  marriage  should  have 
become  a  target  for  the  curiosity-seekers. 

"Cary  and  I,"  she  explained,  "live  a  very 
simple  and  quiet  life  because  we  happen 
to  be  that  kind  of  people.  Nightclub  life 
just  doesn't  appeal  to  us.  I  was  in  a  Holly- 
wood nightclub  once  before  I  was  mar- 
ried, that  was  with  my  agent.  And  I've 
gone  to  one  club  with  Cary  since. 

"What  have  we  been  doing  since  our 
marriage?  That's  a  funny  question.  "We've 
been  working,  of  course.  After  the  wed- 
ding I  had  to  return  to  Warners'  where 
I  was  doing  Pretty  Baby  with  Dennis 
Morgan.  And  Cary  works  all  the  time, 
of  course  .  .  .  You  say  what  have  we  been 
doing  outside  our  professional  careers? 
Well,  we  went  to  New  York  on.  a  trip. 
I  guess  you  could  call  it  a  honeymoon. 

"I  mean  who  really  cares  about  our 
personal  lives?  Who  cares  that  we're  tak- 
ing a  freighter  to  Hong  Kong?  I  don't 
know  how  long  well  be  gone,  but  does  it 
really  matter?  We're  just  like  other  mar- 
ried couples.  Perhaps  it  isn't  exciting  but 
we  stay  home  at  nights,  and  yes,  I'll  ad- 
mit it — we  watch  television.  We  think  the 
Lucille  Ball  show  is  wonderful  and  so  are 
a  lot  of  others.  Cary  is  a  fine  judge  of 
comedy,  you  know,  and  he  thinks  Lucille 
and  Desi  are  superb. 

"About  our  house?  It's  a  small  house. 
Cary  bought  it  before  we  were  married. 
Two  bedrooms,  that's  all.  He's  in  the 
process  of  doing  some  remodeling.  No, 
I'm  staying  out  of  it.  He  knows  what  he 
wants  and  I'm  well  out  of  it.  We  have  two 
in  service,  a  man  who  looks  after  the  cars 
and  the  heavy  work,  and  a  cook.  I  love  to 
cook  but  I'm  not  a  very  good  •  one.  A  few 
months  ago,  however,  I  took  over  the 
cooking  job  when  the  cook  was  out  I 
broiled  some  steaks.  I  guess  I  must  have 
forgotten  about  them  or  something,  be- 
cause Cary  came  dashing  into  the  kitchen. 
They'd  caught  on  fire,  and  he  threw  water 
all  over  them,  and  well,  I  don't  do  the 
cooking  any  longer. 

"How  do  J  like  living  with  Cary?  I  love 
it.  He's  a  very  neat  and  fastidious  person. 
He's  mature,  intelligent.  It's  a  great  break 
for  me  to  have  a  husband  like  him.  He's 
an  experienced  man  of  the  world.  I  couldn't 
possibly  tell  you  how  much  he's  taught 
me.  He's  really  a  very  fine  person,  and  I'm 
trying  to  be  objective.  A  little  while  ago 
you  mentioned  about  our  rehearsing  with 
the  children  in  Room  For  One  More. 

"Cary  always  likes  to  rehearse  before 
a  picture  gets  under  way.  He's  very  thor- 
ough and  very  conscientious.  His  acting 
seems  effortless  but  I've  learned  that  an 
awful  lot  of  hard  work  lies  behind  it. 

"Do  we  hope  to  have  any  children? 
Yes,  we'd  adore  a  few.  But  right  now 
we've  got  to  get  packed  for  that  trip  to 
Hong  Kong.  Cary  worked  very  hard  on 
Dream  Wife  with  Deborah  Kerr.  She's  a 
really  wonderful  actress.  It's  a  very  funny 
picture,  too." 


That  is  about  the  lengthiest  interview 
Betsy  Drake  Grant  has  given  since  her 
marriage  about  her  marriage.  She  claims 
she  is  ecstatically  happy,  and  friends  say 
that  as  regards  her  domestic  life  she  cer- 
tainly is,  but  that  she  wishes  her  acting 
career  might  progress  at  a  faster  rate. 

As  for  Grant,  it  comes  somewhat  as  a 
surprise  to  the  movie  colony  that  after 
so  many  glamor  girls,  he  should  find  tran- 
quillity, domestic  bliss,  and  peace  of  mind 
in  marriage  to  a  so  young  and  girl-next- 
door  type  as  Betsy  Drake 

Grant  is  15  years  older  than  Betsy  who 
is  approaching  30,  and  in  his  two  previous 
tries  at  matrimony  he  walked  down  the 
aisle  with  Virginia  Cherrill  in  1934,  and 
Barbara  Hutton  in  1942.  Both  of  these 
women  were,  and  are,  continental  sophisti- 
cates. Virginia  was  the  beautiful  blonde 
actress  who  played  the  poor  flower  girl  in 
Charlie  Chaplin's  great  picture,  City  Lights. 
Eight  months  after  he  was  married  to  Miss 
Cherrill,  Grant  found  himself  in  a  sani- 
tarium, and  the  marriage  was  on  the  rocks. 
Following  the  divorce,  the  first  Mrs.  Cary 
Grant  married  the  Earl  of  Jersey  which 
will  give  you  some  small  idea  of  the 
league  in  which  she  plays  ball. 

As  for  Barbara  Hutton,  everyone  knows 
about  her  wealth,  her  background,  her 
husbands.  The  reason  she  and  Cary 
couldn't  make  a  go  of  the  marriage  was 
that  for  years  she  had  been  accustomed 
to  having  her  own  way  about  practically 
everything,  a  condition  which  Grant  as 
a  man  and  a  bread-winner  in  his  own 
right,  could  not  accept. 

The  point,  however,  is  that  no  one  ever 
expected  Cary  Grant  to  choose  as  a  third 
wife  the  kind  of  naive,  unworldly  girl  he 
might  Pygmalionize.  But  that,  figuratively 
speaking,  is  what  he  did. 

While  all  of  his  friends  were  expecting 
that  eventually  he  would  marry  someone 
like  Phyllis  Brooks  or  Ginger  Rogers, 
with  both  of  whom  he  carried  on  for  a 
good  while.  Or,  forsaking  them,  marry  a 
sophisticate  in  the  image  of  his  first  or 
second  bride,  Cary  Grant  was  falling  in 
love  with  a  25-year-old  neophyte  of  an 
actress  who  dressed  simply  in  tweeds,  and 
seemed  so  bashful  that  her  voice  blushed 
when  she  used  it. 

I  don't  think  the  strange  story  of  this 
Cinderella  love  affair  has  ever  been  told, 
and  to  understand  the  severe  privacy, 
the  inviolable  quietude  of  their  marriage, 
one  must  first  be  acquainted  with  the 
background. 

TTive  years  ago  when  Cary  Grant  was  re- 
turning  to  New  York  aboard  the  Queen 
Mary— he  had  spent  his  vacation  in  Eng- 
land, the  land  of  his  birth— he  happened 
to  catch  sight  of  a  young  girl  who  aroused 
his  interest. 

This  young  girl  was  Betsy  Drake.  She 
was  coming  home  after  four  months  of 
playing  the  female  lead  in  the  British 
production  of  Deep  Are  The  Roots.  She 
had  never  met  Cary  Grant  in  her  life, 
and  she  had  no  idea  that  her  looks,  her 
figure,  her  attitude  had  awakened  in  Grant 
the  desire  to  make  her  acquaintance. 

Oddly  enough,  Grant,  an  experienced 
man  of  the  world,  didn't  know  exactly 
how  to  go  about  asking  Miss  Drake  for 
a  shipboard  date.  He  couldn't  put  himself 
in  the  awkward  position  of  trying  to  pick 
her  up  while  she  strolled  around  the  deck; 
and  he  is  too  much  the  gentleman  to  essay 
the  direct  approach  and  face  the  direct 
rebuff. 

Fortunately  for  Cary,  a  very  good  friend 
of  his  was  aboard  the  Queen  Mary.  Cary 
went  to  Merle  Oberon  and  explained  his 
problem. 

t  "P0"'*  Worry,"  Merle  said.  "IH  ask  her 
it  she  d  like  to  take  dinner  with  us  at  the 
captain's  table."  (Continued  on  next  page) 


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When  Merle  Oberon  knocked  on  Betsy 
Drake's  cabin,  the  young  actress  was  sur- 
prised. When  Merle  said,  "Mr.  Cary  Grant 
and  myself  should  like  to  have  you  as  a 
dinner  guest  tonight,"  the  actress  grew 
so  nervous  she  began  to  stutter.  "Th-th- 
that's  very  kind  of  you,"  she  said.  "B-b-b- 
but  I  don't  think  I  can.  You  see,  I  don't 
have  any  formal  clothes  with  me." 

Merle  Oberon  smiled.  "Who  cares?"  'she 
said.  "Come  along." 

That's  how  it  began.  Grant,  who  is  as 
tactful  and  thoughtful  as  any  Don  Juan 
who  ever  lived,  refused  to  wear  dinner 
clothes  during  the  rest  of  the  trip.  Sports 
jackets  and  grey  flannels  were  his  nightly 
garb  just  so  Betsy  wouldn't  feel  out  of 
the  social  swim. 

By  the  time  the  Queen  Mary  docked  at 
the  Cunard  pier  in  New  York,  Grant  was 
pretty  well  smitten.  He'd  fallen  in  love 
with  a  girl  unlike  any  other  he'd  ever 
met.  He  was  surprised,  too,  when  he 
learned  that  Betsy  had  once  been  under 
contract  to  Hal  Wallis  at  Paramount  but 
despising  Hollywood,  had  left  of  her  own 
accord. 

How  did  Betsy  feel?  Put  yourself  in  the 
position  of  a  poor  girl  who's  been  raised 
in  the  Greenwich  Village  section  of  New" 
York;  who  has  never  had  very  much 
money;  whose  parents  are  separated,  and 
who,  because  of  this,  has  known  very 
little  happiness  in  her  youth. 

Betsy  may  have  been  poor  in  material 
gifts  in  childhood  but  she  was  rich 
in  dreams.  All  her  life  she  wanted  to  be- 
come a  famous  stage  actress  like  Helen 
Hayes  or  Katharine  Cornell.  However,  the 
chances  seemed  remote  because,  in  ad- 
dition to  stuttering  when  she  got  nervous 
and  being  near-sighted,  she  had  no  con- 
tacts with  show  people. 

Under  these  lowly  circumstances,  many 
girls  would  give  up — but  not  Betsy.  She 
started  from  the  bottom.  She  went  from 
one  show  producer's  office  to  another 
looking  for  any  sort  of  stage  work.  She'd 
had  no  experience,  and  they  turned  her 
down.  Someone  finally  told  her  to  go  see 
an  agent. 

Eventually  she  landed  one  or  two  model- 
ing jobs  posing  for  illustrations  in  the  large 
mail-order  catalogues,  but  still  her  heart 
was  set  on  the  Broadway  stage.  A  theat- 
rical agent  named  Jane  Broder  agreed  to 
represent  her.  Jane  took  a  liking  to  Betsy 
and  gave  her  an  in-between  job,  running 
the  telephone  switchboard  at  her  office. 

One  afternoon  Betsy,  after  taking  lunch 
at  Walgreen's  Drug  Store,  heard  that  Her- 
man Shumlin  was  casting  a  play.' She  went 
around  to  see  him  Shumlin  is  a  kind  man. 
He  looked  at  the  mousey  little  girl,  heard 
her  talk,  and  liked  her  manner. 

"I  tell  you  what,"  he  said.  "I  don't  have 
anything  for  you,  but  there's  a  Hollywood 
producer  in  town,  fellow  named  Hal  Wal- 
lis. He  likes  girls  like  you — the  off-beat 
type." 

"Thank  you  very  much,  Mr.  Shumlin," 
Betsy  Drake  said,  "but  I  don't  want  to  go 
to  Hollywood.  I  want  to  work  here,  on 
Broadway." 

"Don't  be  foolish,"  Shumlin  advised. 

Betsy  thought  about  it  a  little  and 
trotted  back  to  her  agent  who  arranged 
for  a  test  with  Hal  Wallis,  then  sent  the 
child  to  a  dramatic  coach-  The  coach  ad- 
vised Betsy  to  appear  before  Wallis  in 
high  heels  and  a  low-cut  gown.  "Don't  be 
silly,"  Betsy  said  with  great  honesty.  "I 
have  less  than  a  dollar  to  my  name,  and 
I  don't  intend  to  spend  that  on  anything 
except  food." 

When  Hal  Wallis  met  the  deep-throated 
young  woman  he  asked  her  to  play  the 
role  of  a  blind  English  girl  in  a  scene  from 
I  Walk  Alone. 

The  following  day  he  phoned  Betsy's 
agent.  "How  much  do  you  want  for  the 


that  little  Drake  girl?"  he  queried. 

"Five  hundred  a  week,"  Jane  Broder 
said. 

"Don't  be  foolish.  She's  a  newcomer,  has 
had  no  experience." 

"All  right,  Hal,~what  do  you  consider  a 
fair  price?" 

"Tell  you  what.  I'll  give  her  $350  a  week, 
and  half  of  any  dough  we  get  on  loanouts." 

"It's  a  deal,"  Jane  Broder  agreed. 

So  Betsy  trained  out  to  Hollywood,  only 
to  find  that  Wallis  had  no  part  for  her. 
She.  hung  around,  lonely  and  fearful,  ask- 
ing for  any  type  of  acting  work.  But  each 
week  all  she  got  was  her  salary  check. 
It  was  more  money  than  she'd  ever  earned 
before,  but  she  was  unrequited,  frustrated, 
disillusioned. 

After  six  months  Wallis  offered  to  keep 
her  on  at  her  original  salary.  "I'd  rather 
go  back  to  New  York,"  Betsy  decided.  Few 
people  understood  this  girl.  Why  give  up  a 
good  salary  and  go  back  to  job-hunting? 

But  back  to  New  York  Betsy  came.  She 
landed  a  job  in  the  English  production  of 
Deep  Are  The  Roots.  For  four  months  she 
played  up  and  down  the  British  provinces. 
Then  she  caught  the  Queen  Mary  home. 
That's  when  Cary  Grant  came  into  the 
picture. 

'"Phis  falling  in  love  with  Grant,  the 
chance  meeting,  the  strange  set  of  cir- 
cumstances all  seemed  to  have  happened 
so  quickly,  Betsy  couldn't  quite  keep  her 
equilibrium. 

Back  in  New  York,  Cary  mentioned 
something  about  returning  to  Hollywood. 
Under  the  proper  auspices  he  was  sure 
she  would  like  the  place.  And  let's  face 
it,  what  better  sponsor  could  a  girl  have 
in  Hollywood  than  Cary  Grant?  Here  was 
one  of  the  most  talented  light  comedians 
of  the  day,  an  actor  every  studio  was 
clamoring  for,  a  star  who  could  name  his 
iown  vehicle,  his  own  leading  lady,  his 
own  director. 

|  When  Betsy  Drake  showed  up  in  Holly- 
wood, and  Cary  was  asked  about  his  re- 
lationship with  the  young  actress,  he  said 
quite  simply,  "I  first  saw  Betsy  in  England 
where  she  was  appearing  in  Deep  Are  The 
Roots.  I  met  her  aboard  ship  on  the  way 
home.  She  hadn't  made  any  pictures  in 
Hollywood,  but  I  thought  she  was  com- 


mitted to  producer  Hal  Wallis.  When  she 
told  me  this  association  had  been  ter- 
minated, I  introduced  her  to  Don  Hart- 
man  who  was  looking  for  a  newcomer  for 
Every  Girl  Should  Be  Married." 

Grant  also  spoke  to  David  Selznick  who 
was  then  in  production,  and  Selznick 
agreed  to  share  Betsy's  contract  with 
RKO.  • 

While  Betsy  was  at  RKO,  she  and  Grant 
were  virtually  inseparable.  He  coached 
her,  rehearsed  her,  taught  her,  encouraged 
her,  while  Hollywood  cats  kept  saying  to 
each  other,  "What  does  he  see  in  her? 
Certainly  she's  no  great  beauty.  She 
doesn't  have  money,  and  she  doesn't  have 
style,  at  least,  not  the  style  he's  ac- 
customed to." 

In  a  way  they  were  right — only  the 
style  in  femininity  that  Grant  had  been 
accustomed  to  wasn't  necessarily  what  he 
wanted  to  marry. 

What  he  had  been  looking  for  all  along, 
although  no  one  would  believe  him;  was 
a  wife  who  would  like  the  simple  life, 
"quiet  and  relaxed."  In  1932  when  he  had 
first  been  married  to  Virginia  Cherill,  he 
had  told  reporters  that  he  planned  to  live 
a  retiring  life.  "You  know,"  he  said,  "quiet 
and  relaxing."  They  had  laughed  at  him, 
because  they  knew  Virginia,  and  they 
were  right.  But  their  estimation  of  Grant 
was  incorrect.  He  actually  meant  what  he 
said.  He  wanted  a  wife  who  would  be  con- 
tent to  stay  away  from  the  mad  whirl. 

Tn  Betsy  Drake  he  has  found  such  a  wife. 
x  Here  is  a  girl  of  integrity,  self-suf- 
ficiency, intellect  and  talent.  While  she 
desperately  wants  a  full-fledged  career  of 
her  own,  she  is  wise  enough  to  realize 
that  her  basic  career  is  keeping  her  hus- 
band happy.  She  knows  that  without 
Grant's  assistance  she  would  not  be  where 
she  is  today.  She  knows  that  it  was  for 
her  sake  that  he  agreed  to  one  of  those 
husband-and-wife  radio  programs,  Mr. 
And  Mrs.  Blandings,  shortly  after  their 
marriage.  The  radio  program  didn't  come 
off,  and  as  a  matter  of  fact,  both  Betsy 
and  Cary  are  being  sued  for  $15,250  by  their 
team  of  script  writers. 

Like  his  good  friend  Humphrey  Bogart, 
Grant  is  a  mature  man  deeply  and  almost 


irrevocably  set  in  his  ways.  He  hates  dis- 
ruption of  any  sort  and  is  a  stickler  for 
neatness.  For  years  now  his  obsession 
with  clothes  has  been  a  Hollywood  joke, 
and  it  is  said  facetiously,  albeit  with  a 
modicum  of  truth,  that  there  is  no  tailor 
who  wants  Grant's  business.  He  is  so 
finicky  when  it  comes  to  fit  that  hardly 
any  tailor  will  undertake  the  job  of 
clothing  him.  Leo  McCarey,  who  knows 
Grant  well — they  used  to  rent  adjoining 
houses  down  at  Santa  Monica  beach — says 
jokingly  that  Cary  is  a  frustrated  haber- 
dasher. As  a  matter  of  record,  Grant  at 
one  time  owned  haberdashery  outlets  on 
both  coasts. 

Grant  refuses  to  lead  his  private  life  in 
public  and  feels  that  after  20  years  of  hard 
work  in  the  business,  he  is  well  enough 
established  to  do  without  stories  of  his 
home-life,  his  love-life,  his  hobbies  and 
his  habits. 

Neither  a  joiner  nor  an  organizer,  he 
bothers  no  man,  and  wants  no  man  to 
bother  him.  Like  the  good  wife  she  is, 
Betsy  has  adopted  his  ways,  which  is  why 
relatively  nothing  has  been  printed  of  their 
marriage. 

"Just  because  we  are  happily  married," 
Betsy  says,  "I  don't  think  that's  particu- 
larly newsworthy.  I  read  about  divorces 
and  marital  quarrels  in  the  movie  maga- 
zines, but  all  our  friends  seem  very  well 
adjusted,  so  that  such  news  is  very  far 
removed  from  us.  It's  been  my  experience 
that  there  are  more  happy  marriages  in 
Hollywood  than  most  people  think." 

Frank  Vincent,  Grant's  agent,  who  died 
a  few  years  ago,  was  once  asked  why 
Cary  refused  to  discuss  his  marriages  or 
home-life  with  the  press  or  pose  for  ex- 
tensive home  layouts. 

"His  reticence  may  seem  strange  to  you," 
Vincent  pointed  out,  "but  you  must  never 
lose  sight  of  one  fact.  Even  though  Cary 
became  an  American  citizen  in  1942,  he  is 
essentially  an  Englishman,  and  to  an 
Englishman'his  home  is,  his  castle.  He  looks 
upon  it  as  the  last  refuge  of  his  privacy. 
Cary  has  never  cried  the  blues  and  never 
shouted  his  happiness.  Marriage  to  him 
is  a  very  private  affair,  and  he  simply 
refuses  to  give  out  progress  reports  on 
its  welfare.  He  never  has  and  as  far  as  I 
can  see  he  never  will."  end 


they  broke  all  the  rules 


(Continued  from  page  43)  if  it  has  been 
managed  according  to  Hoyle. 

A  few  weeks  ago  a  visitor  was  in  Marty 
Melcher's  office.  The  phone  rang.  Marty 
picked  up  the  receiver,  listened  for  a  mo- 
ment, then  said,  "Can't  talk  to  you  now. 
Somebody's  here.  Get  to  you  later."  As  he 
hung  up  he  said,  "That  was  my  wife." 

The  visitor  pondered  on  this  clipped  con- 
versation after  he  left  the  office,  and  finally 
came  to  the  conclusion  that  it  was  all  right. 
"After  all,"  he  shrugged,  "they've  been 
married  almost  two  years." 

It  was  this  acceptance  of  the  fact  that 
there  was  no  need  for  further  cooing  that 
inspired  Modern  Screen  to  take  stock  of 
the  marriage  of  Doris  Day  and  Marty  Mel- 
cher.  But,  of  course,  there  were  other  rea- 
sons. One  of  them  was  that  Doris  and 
Marty,  according  to  the  opinions  of  most 
marriage  counselors,  were  going  about 
making  a  success  of  their  union  in  entirely 
the  wrong  way.  Another  was  in  deference 
to  that  common  Hollywood  practice  which 
has  a  good  percentage  of  the  guests  pres- 
ent leaning  toward  a  companion  just  after 
the  ring  has  been  slipped  on  the  bride's 
finger  and  whispering,  "It  won't  last  six 
months."  This  survey  is  dedicated  to  these 
cynical  beings. 


According  to  the  experts,  Doris  Day  and 
Marty  Melcher  are  breaking  the  cardinal 
rule  of  matrimony:  She's  working.  The 
authorities,  almost  unanimously,  agree  this 
is  dynamite.  They  say  that  the  male,  in 
order  to  maintain  his  masculinity  at  a 
proper  level,  must  be  the  sole  breadwinner. 
When  a  woman  works  a  marriage  is  sup- 
posed to  fall  apart  at  the  seams  because  it 
frustrates  Dad. 

Well,  to  this  hour,  Marty  Melcher  hasn't 
been  frustrated,  nor  is  he  even  mildly  un- 
happy about  Doris'  working.  He  is  de- 
lighted, possibly  because  he  is  proud  of  her 
achievements  and  possibly  because  he's 
been  so  busy  being  happy  he  hasn't  had 
time  to  read  the  rules. 

A  nother  bad  thing,  according  to  the 
chaps  who  know,  is  a  man  and  wife 
working  in  the  same  business — if  she  must 
be  employed  at  all.  This  is  also  supposed 
to  have  an  effect  on  Pop's  pride.  It'  no 
doubt  dates  back  to  the  emergency  years 
when  a  husband  and  wife  would  often  toil 
side-by-side  in  a  factory  of  some  sort — 
and  Mom  often  wound  up  as  her  old  man's 
foreman.  Doris  and  Marty  are  in  the  same 
business,  and  in  a  sense  she  is  his  boss, 
because  Marty  acts  as  his  wife's  agent.  That 
is  not  supposed  to  make  for  marital  happi- 
ness. It  could  curb  a  man's  tongue  when 
he  was  on  the  edge  of  winning  a  family 
argument.  His  wife  could  not  only  have 


the  last  word,  but  the  last  two  words: 
"You're  fired!" 

But,  then  almost  everything  that  has 
happened  to  Marty  and  Doris  Melcher  has 
been  opposed  to  the  book.  Ordinarily  a 
man  first  sees  a  girl  across  a  crowded  room, 
as  the  lyricists  say.  Not  Marty.  At  the  end 
of  a  hard  day  at  the  office,  he  was  asked  to 
give  up  his  plans  for  the  evening  to  take  a 
client,  one  Doris  Day,  whom  he  had  never 
seen,  to  a  radio  broadcast.  It  wasn't  a  date. 
Marty  was  told  to  see  that  she  got  there  on 
time,  didn't  get  run  over,  didn't  sign  any- 
thing, didn't  forget  her  script,  got  the 
proper  introduction  on  the  air  and  a  dozen 
other  things  an  agent  is  supposed  to  look 
after  when  a  client  works.  If  he  said  he 
was  delighted  he  was  only  being  polite. 

If  you  have  ever  seen,  an  agent  escorting 
a  star  to  a  public  function,  you  have  seen 
unadulterated,  sophisticated  boredom.  It  is 
a  function  only  with  these  boys,  no  matter 
how  beautiful  and  glamorous  the  doll  is. 
Marty,  -on  this  first  "date"  with  Doris,  was 
no  different  from  the  others.  As  a  matter 
of  fact,  he  had  personal  problems  at  the 
time  that  kept  him  out  of  the  mood  for  en- 
joying the  company  of  any  lady.  He  was 
separated  from  his  wife,  Patty  Andrews, 
and  it  was  beginning  to  look  as  though  it 
would  end  in  a  divorce.  Consequently,  un- 
til the  broadcast  was  over  and  Doris  was 
escorted  to  her  car  to  shove  off  for  home, 
there  was  absolutely  nothing  personal  in 


his  feelings  for  her.  Doris,  however,  was 
hungry,  so  Marty  took  her  to  a  cafe  to  get 
a  late  snack.  It  was  over  a  bowl  of  chili 
that  he  realized  for  the  first  time  that  she 
was  actually  a  woman. 

Now  the  way  it  is  suppose  to  happen, 
again  according  to  the  men  who  write  the 
books  about  such  things,  is  that  he  should 
have  seen  her  picture  in  the  office  files,  or 
seen  her  sitting  in  someone  else's  office,  or 
at  a  party,  and  he  should  have  turned  to 
someone  and  stammered  excitedly,  "Who's 
that?" 

Even  the  engagement  was  'way  off  the  ac- 
cepted. There  wasn't  any.  There  was  no 
formal  discussion  of  marriage.  There  was 
no  proposal.  There  was  no  recounting  of 
qualities.  By  the  great  Lord  Harry  there 
wasn't  even  an  engagement  ring!  It's 
enough  to  make  a  man  like  John  J.  An- 
thony sick  to  his  stomach. 

It  just,  as  -the  happy  pair  lamely  explain 
it,  happened.  No  marriage  can  possibly  be 
sound  without  the  memories  of  how  the  boy 
carried  the  ring  around  in  his  watch  pocket 
for  a  month  before  he  had  the  nerve  to 
show  it  to  his  intended,  or  how  he  got 
down  on  one  knee,  in  the  silliest  position, 
and  asked  for  the  lady's  hand  in  matri- 
mony. All  that  took  place  with  Marty  and 
Doris  is  that  a  year  or  so  "after  they'd  been 
chumming  around  together  somebody  said 
something  about  something  that  would  take 
place  "after  we're  married,"  and  the  sub- 
ject was  dropped. 

As  for  the  wedding!  No  matter  how 
little  fuss  a  couple  wants,  the  bride  and 
groom  have  to  go  to  some  bother.  If  it  is 
a  quiet  affair  they  might  leap  into  a  car 
with  a  few  friends  and  drive  madly  off  to 
some  Gretna  Green,  singing  and  laughing 
like  demented.  A  little  more  formal  man- 
ner is  for  the  husband-to-be  to  phone  a  few 
intimate  friends  and  ask  them  to  drop  by 
City  Hall  and  cry  a  little  while  the  cere- 
mony takes  place.  In  Hollywood,  or  in  big 
city  social  circles,  a  gala  wedding  is  gen- 
erally considered  only  proper,  with  tents  on 
the  lawn  and  caterers  and  detectives  guard- 
ing the  presents  and  at  least  500  guests. 

But  not  Doris  and  Marty.  There  have 
been  a  number  of  different  versions,  but  it 
is  generally  conceded  that  they  were  dig- 
ging in  Doris'  garden  or  something  and  one 
of  them  asked  the  other  how  he  or  she 
would  like  to  take  a  shower  and  go  get 
married.  They  even  had  to  pluck  witnesses 
off  the  street  they  say.  Many  eminent  coun- 
selors would  give  a  couple  starting  out  in 
this  haphazard  fashion  less  than  the  usual 
60  days. 

Another  big  mistake  that  Doris  Day  and 
Marty  Melcher  made  was  in  choosing  the 
home  in  which  they  would  live.  Marty,  a 
man  with  a  few  dollars  in  the  bank,  able  to 
finance  a  swanky  home  for  his  bride,  should 
have  had  a  stern  talk  with  Doris  after  the 
ceremony.  He  should  have  told  her  that 
her  money  and  possessions  were  hers — and 
he  didn't  want  to  have  anything  to  do  with 
them.  He  should  have  said  they'd  either 
sell  her  home  or  burn  it  to  the  ground— 
and  they  would  live  in  a  house  of  his 
choosing,  one  he  had  bought  with  his  own 
money. 

But  it  wasn't  like  that.  Any  good  author- 
ity will  tell  you  that  they  were  just  too 
doggone  practical  about  the  whole  thing. 
They  looked  around  Doris'  home,  Marty 
agreed  he  kind  of  liked  the  set-up,  and  he 
went  to  his  place  and  got  his  stuff  and 
moved  in.  Somebody  should  have  warned 
them. 

The  experts  usually  look  with  consider- 
able alarm  on  a  marriage  which  unites  a 
son  or  daughter  as  well  as  the  happy  cou- 
ple. This  is  a  hazard,  for,  they  say,  there  is 
a  tendency  for  the  new  father  to  become 
jealous  of  the  child— and  for  the  mother  to 
side  with  her  own  flesh  and  blood  in  the 
event  of  a  dispute.  There  are  all  sorts  of 


other  dangers,  including  the  kid  resenting 
another  disciplinarian.  But  the  jealousy, 
and  lack  of  control  held  by  the  foster  par- 
ent is  the  main  rub. 

The  Melchers  don't  know  about  this, 
either.  Doris  is  not  a  demanding  mother, 
but  she  is  something  of  a  tyrant  about  cer- 
tain things,  and  her  son,  Terry,  is  not  a 
pampered  lad  by  any  means.  He  has,  how- 
ever, an  ally.  Marty.  If  he  is  obliged  to 
perform  some  chore  a  small  boy  figures  he 


Ava  Norring  went  to  Hollywood 
with  the  help  of  publicity  about 
her  many  malapropisms.  Her  most 
celebrated  remark  concerned  her 
husband  who,  she  said,  overheard 
her  mistakes,  "then  went  around 
my  behind  and  told  people." 

Earl  Wilson 


can't  make  and  still  play  third  base  on  the 
sand  lot  ball  team,  he  turns  to  Marty  for 
assistance.  And  he  gets  it.  Marty  under- 
stands and  helps  out,  and  they  both  swear 
an  oath  that  Doris  will  never  find  out.  It's 
not  supposed  to  be  that  way  at  all.  But  it 
is.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  Doris  has  been 
heard  to  complain  that  the  guys  gang  up 
on  her.  Somehow  the  three  of  them  get 
along  as  though  they  were  always  together 
and  Marty  really  belonged. 

Now  take  the  matter  of  business.  If  you 
ask  her,  Doris  will  tell  you  that  Marty 
handles  all  of  the  financial  and  contract 
matters  exactly  to  her  satisfaction.  They 
never  have  a  harsh  word — and  he  discusses 
everything  with  her  quietly  and  calmly.  If 
that  were  true,  they  could  get  the  records 
of  their  conversations  in  the  Smithsonian 
Institute.  No  theatrical  relationship  has 
ever  been  a  bed  of  roses,  but  the  relation- 
ship between  an  artist  and  her  manager  is 
something  like  the  Dempsey-Tunney  fight 
at  least  once  a  week.  Now  a  manager  can 
get  away  with  murder  with  a  client  to 
whom  he  is  not  bound  emotionally.  The 
worst  that  can  happen  is  that  she'll,  take 
her  business  elsewhere,  and  hell  be  glad 
to  see  it  happen. 

But  if  he's  married  to  the  girl  this  can  t 
happen.  The  fights,  therefore,  have  to  be 
to  the  finish.  Somebody  has  got  to  win.  It 
would  seem,  if  we  are  to  believe  the  au- 
thorities, that  these  differences  of  opinions 
would  be  carried  on  into  the  home,  at  din- 
ner and  far  into  the  night.  But  not  with 
the  Melchers.  Marty  knows  his  business, 
and  when  his  wife  calls  during  office  hours 
with  some  hare-brained  scheme  such  as 
artists  only  can  come  up  with,  he  listens, 
then  says  no.  If  she  persists,  he  says  the 
things  he'd  like  to  have  said  in  the  first 
place — and  they  might  possibly  hang  up 
with  little  regard  for  one  another.  But  the 
minute  he  steps  in  his  front  door  at  night, 
he's  hubby  coming  back  from  the  store — 
and -he  doesn't  want  to  talk  shop.  If  Doris 
ever  has  the  urge  to  continue  the  discus- 
sion the  most  she  ever  does  is  quietly  make 
plans  to  get  him  on  the  phone  at  the  office 
agam  in  the  morning.  Other  than  that  they 
never  let  the  artist-manager  relationship 
in  the  house.  They  may  not  realize  it  but 
by  doing  this  they  are  making  jerks  out  of 
the  learned  lads  who  say  such  a  situation 
is  not  possible. 

One  of  the  major  contentions  of  the  book 
writers  is  that  it  is  not  possible  for  a  mar- 
riage to  be  truly  happy  if  a  woman  has 
anything  but  making  dinner,  doing  the 
dishes  and  keeping  the  home  fires  burning 
on  her  mind  after  they  both  come  back 
from  work.  This  is  impossible  in  the  case 
of  Doris  Day.  She  makes  movies  for  a.  liv- 
ing and  the  studio  demands  that  she  devote 
her  day  to  acting  before  the  cameras,  and 
a  good  part  of  her  evenings  to  studying  up 
on  what  she  is  supposed  to  do  the  next  day. 
This  means  that  during  the  shooting  of  a 


movie,  she  sometimes  has  to  walk  about  the 
house  in  deep  thought,  or  she  has  to  go  to 
her  room  and  pore  over  her  script  far  into 
the  night. 

The  danger  in  this  sort  of  a  situation  is 
that  the  husband  might  like  a  little  atten- 
tion and  soon  develop  a  snarling  dislike  for 
his  wife's  profession.  Marty  isn't  even  wise 
to  that.  He  has  the  utmost  respect  for  his 
wife's  profession — and  does  everything  in 
his  power  to  see  that  she  isn't  disturbed. 
The  experts  say  that  if  he  wants  another 
cup  of  coffee,  he  will  more  than  likely  snap 
his  fingers  and  signal  for  the  missus  to 
bring  it  to  him.  Not  Marty.  He  installed  a 
restaurant-size  coffee  urn  in  his  house  and 
when  he  feels  the  need  of  a  second  or  third 
cup,  he  goes  and  gets  it.  And  if  Doris'  clos- 
est pal  comes  calling  while  she  is  upstairs, 
Marty  smilingly  tells  them  Doris  is  asleep, 
out  of  town,  run  away  or  anything  else  he 
can  tliink  of  to  spare  his  little  lady  from 
disturbance.  He's  not  supposed  to  do  it, 
you  know.  Maybe  it's  just  that  he  loves 
the  girl  he's  married  to. 

Recently  Doris  and  Marty  attended  an 
unusual  seminar.  It  was  an  impromptu 
affair,  held  at  the  home  of  a  friend,  and  the 
conversation  got  around  to  marriages  in 
Hollywood.  Suddenly  someone  noted  with 
surprise  that  he  had  never  read  in  any  of 
the  columns  that  Doris  and  Marty  were 
tiffing  or  headed  for  a  divorce.  With  people 
who  have  been  wed  more  than  a  few  weeks 
in  the  film  capital  this  is  a  very  unusual 
state  of  affairs.  Generally  the  columnists 
find  something  to  predict  disaster  over 'dur- 
ing the  honeymoon.  The  Melchers  were 
asked  to  explain.  They  couldn't  account 
for  it. 

Well,  we'll  do  it  for  them. 

During  all  the  time  they  have  been  to- 
gether, even  before  they  married,  Doris 
and  Marty  have  conducted  themselves  in  a 
sane,  orderly  manner.  Even,  as  some  of  the 
Hollywood  folk  would  contend,  in  a  stuffy 
manner.  They  seldom  go  to  night  clubs  or 
large  parties.  Because  of  this  they  are  sel- 
dom, seen  sitting  at  the  wrong  table  with 
a  man  or  a  woman,  nor  can  they  be  ac- 
cused qf  paying  too  much  attention  to  a 
handsome  young  stranger  at  a  laughing  and 
drinking  spree. 

They  love  their  home  and  their  life  to- 
gether so  much  that  they  make  it  the  cen- 
ter of  their  existence.  All  their  pleasures 
are  at  their  finger  tips,  and  neither  of  them 
feels  the  need  to  go  out  and  seek  strange 
diversions  alone.  They  have  the  same  in- 
terests. They  like  motoring,  seeing  new 
places  when  they  have  vacations,  so  they 
are  kept  away  from  the  thorny  paths  the 
average  stars  tread  in  Manhattan  and  Paris, 
places  where  the  columnists  lurk. 

They  have  a  profound  respect  for  one 
another.  Marty  honestly  thinks  Doris  Day 
has  the  greatest  ballad-singing  voice  of  our 
time,  and  is  one  of  the  real  charmers  of  the 
screen.  She  thinks  he  is  the  brightest  man 
in  business  she  has  ever  met— not  just  be- 
cause of  a  loyalty  to  a  husband — but 
because  he  has  been  successful  and  re- 
spected in  his  work. 

They  have,  in  common,  a  deep  devotion 
to  ideals  of  living  and  religion.  They  try 
their  best  to  live  according  to  these  ideals 
and  help  each  other  at  it  every  day.  And 
they  have  a  united  desire  to  see  Terry 
grow  up,  go  to  college  and  become  a  fine 
man.  These  things,  along  with  their  love, 
may  be  the  reasons  they  can  go  against 
most  of  the  rules  of  the  book  and  make 
their  marriage  work. 

In  conclusion,  we  have  one  word  of  ad-; 
vice  for  the  experts.  If  you  are  ever  in 
Burbank,  California,  don't  stop  by  the  Mel- 
cher home.  It  will  frustrate  .the  heck  out 
of  you.  Except,  of  course,  if  you're  in  the 
mood  to  get  a  good  look  at  a  pair  who 
broke  the  rules  to  break  the  record  for 
marital  happiness.   .  END 


OUR  LEGS  SHOULD  BE 
AS  SOFTLY  GLAMOUROUS 


ASYOUREACE 


93 


says  JANET  LEIGH 

•  "Under  a  battery  of  Kleig  lights,  shiny 
stockings  frequently  rob  even  lovely  legs  of 
their  Leg-O-Genic  glamour,  make  them  look 
unshapely." 

•  So— like  other  M-G-M  stars— Miss  Leigh 
wears  Bur-Mil  Cameo  nylons  with  exclusive 
Face  Powder  Finish — on  the  screen  and  off. 
Face  Powder  Finish  assures  legs  a  soft  misti- 
ness, a  freshly  powdered  look  at  all  times. 


"Hollywood  demands  leg 
glamour"  says  Miss  Leigh,  star  of 
M-G-M' s  exciting  new  picture 

THE  NAKED  SPUR 

"and  that  means  soft,  dull  nylons." 
That's  why  Janet  Leigh 
wears  BUR-MIL  CAMEO  nylons— 
for  Leg-O-Genic  glamour. 


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c/o  Modern  Screen,  261  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York  16,  N.  Y. 


where  to  buy 


MODERN  SCREEN'S  HOLLYWOOD  APPROVED  FASHIONS  FOR  SPRING 


Purchase  in  person  or  by  mail  from  the  following  stores 


ACCENT  SHOES,  pp.  58.  61,  62 

Aberdeen,  S.  Dak.,  The  Webb  Shoe 
Co. 

Alhambra,  Calif.,  Hemphill  Bootery 
Atlanta,  Ga.,  Thompson,  Boland  & 

Lee,  Inc. 
Baltimore,  Md.,  O'Neills 
Binghampton,  N.  Y.,  Hills,  McLean 

&  Haskins' 
Boulder,  Colo.,  Pat's  Booterle 
Bozeman,  Mont.,  J.  P.  Crofl  Com- 
pany, Inc. 
Broken  Bow,  Nebr.,  Pat's  Booterle 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Flint  &  Kent  Co. 
Cedar  Rapids,  Iowa,  Higbee's 
Charlotte,  N.  Carolina,  Belk's  Shoe 
Store 

Chicago,  111.,  Madigan  Bros. 
Columbus,  Ohio,  P.  &  R.  Lazarus  & 
Co. 

Des  Moines,  Iowa,  Younker  Brothers 
Dubuque,  Iowa,  Walkers  Shoe  Store 
Durham,  N.  C,  Belk  Leggett  Co. 
Eugene,  Oregon,  Miller  Merc.  Co. 
Port  Dodge,  Iowa,  Walkers  Shoe 
Store 

Garden  City,  Kansas,  Nu-Style  Shoe 
Store 

Greenville,  S.  C,  Belk-Simpson  Co. 
Houston,  Texas,  Krupp  &  Fuffly,  Inc. 
Indianapolis,  Ind.,  Wm.  Block  Co. 
Lexington,  Nebr.,  Pat's  Booterle 
Lincoln,  Nebr.,  Miller  *  Paine 
Long  Beach,  Calif.,  Dobyn's  Foot- 
wear, Inc. 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  Bullock's 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  Gude's 
Manhattan,  Kansas,  Coles  Shoe 
Dept. 

Mason  City,  Iowa,  Walkers  Shoe 
Store 

Nashville,  Tenn.,  Bell's  Bootery 
New  Orleans,  La.,  D.  H.  Holmes  Co., 
Ltd. 

North  Platte,  Nebr.,  Pat's  Booterie 
Oakland,  Calif,,  Rnnsll's 
Oceanside,  Calif.,  Elm's 
Oklahoma  City,  Okla.,  John  A, 
Brown 

Omaha,  Nebr.,  J.  L.  Brandeis  &  Sons 
Pasadena,  Calif.,  Ray  Johnson's 
Shoes 

Pensacola,  Fla.,  French  Bootery 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Geuting's 
Pittsburgh,  Pa.,  Joseph  Home  Co. 
Portland,  Oregon,  Armishaws 
Portland,  Oregon,  Meier  &  Frank 
Co.,  Inc. 

Rexburg,  Idaho,  J.  P.  Croff  Co.,  Inc. 
Salt  Lake  City,  Utah,  The  Paris  Co. 
San  Antonio,  Texas,  Joske's 
San  Diego,  Calif.,  San  Diego  Shoe 
Co. 

San  Francisco,  Calif.,  City  of  Paris 

Dry  Goods  Co. 
San  Francisco,  Calif.,  Sommer  & 

Kaufman  , 
Scranton,  Pa.,  Scranton  Dry  Goods 

Co. 

Seattle,  Wash.,  Bon  Marche 
Sheridan,  Wyo.,  J.  P.  Croff  Co.,  Inc. 
Sidney,  Mont.,  J.  P.  Croff  Co.,  Inc. 
St.  Anthony,  Idaho,  J.  P.  Croff  Co., 
Inc. 

St.  Louis,  Mo.,  Scruggs-Vandervoort 
&  Barney 


St.  Paul,  Minn.,  Besden  Kennedy, 
Inc. 

Syracuse,  N.  Y.,  Dey  Bros.  &  Co. 
Troy;  N.  Y.,  Wm.  H.  Frear  &  Co., 
Inc. 

Worcester,  Mass.,  Marcus  Co. 
Youngstown,  Ohio,  Lustig's  Shoe 
Store 

AH-FOOTSIE  pg.  61 

Available  at  leading  department  and 
specialty  stores  throughout  the 
country. 

HOLEPROOF  HOSIERY 
(All  Fashion  Pages) 

Albany,  N.  Y.,  John  G.  Myer's 
Atlantic  City,  N.  J.,  M.  E.  Blatt 
Boston,  Mass.,  Jordan  Marsh 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Hens  &  Kelly 
Bridgeport,  Conn.,  Howland  Dry 
Goods 

Charlotte,  N.  C,  Efird's 
Chicago,  Hi:,  M.  L.  Rothschild 
Dayton,  Ohio,  The  Metropolitan 
Denver,  Colo.,  Joslin's 
Detroit,  Mich.,  J.  L.  Hudson 
Fort  Worth,  Texas,  Monnigs 
Kansas  City,  Mo.,  Palace  Clothing 
Milwaukee,  Wis.,  Boston  Store 
Minneapolis,  Minn.,  Young-Quinlan 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Labiche's 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Arnold  Constable 
Omaha,  Nebr.,  J.  L.  Brandeis 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Lit  Bros. 
Phoenix,  Ariz.,  Korricks 
Pittsburgh,  Pa.,  Gimbels 
Portland,  Oregon,  Meier  &  Frank 
Providence,  R.  I.,  Outlet  Co. 
Salt  Lake  City,  Utah,  Auerbach's 
San  Diego,  Calif.,  Walker's 
San  Francisco,  Calif.,  City  of  Paris 
Seattle,  Wash.,  Rhodes 
Sioux  Falls.  S.  Dak.,  Shriver  Johns- 
ton 

Springfield,  111.,  Meyer  Bros. 
Tulsa,  Okla.,  Renberg's 
Washington,  D.  C,  Whelan's 

MINX-  MODES  DRESSES,  pp.  59,  63 

Akron,  Ohio,  The  M.  0"Neil  Co. 
Albuquerque,  N.  Mexico,  Tomllnson's 
Baltimore,  Md.,  Stewart's 
Baton  Rouge,  La.,  Dalton's 
Beaumont,  Texas,  The  White  House 
Bismarck  N.  Dak.,  Robertson's 
Blue  Island,  111.,  The  Mayfair 
Bowling  Green,  Ky.,  Martin's 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  Abraham  &  Straus 
Cincinnati,  Ohio,  H.  &  S.  Pogue  Co. 
Cleveland,  Ohio,  Wm.  Taylor  &  Son 
Concord,  N.  C,  Belks  Dept.  Store 
Corpus  Christi,  Texas,  Lichtenstein's 
Des  Moines,  Iowa,  Steam's 
Detroit,  Mich.,  The  Rollins  Co. 
Durham.  N.  C,  Ellis  Stone 
Elizabeth,  N.  J.,  R.  J.  Goerke 
Elm  wood  Park,  111.,  Jack  Robbins 

Clo.  Co. 
Fayetteville,  Tenn.,  Town  & 

Country 

Galveston,  Texas,  E.  S.  Levy  &  Co. 


Geneva,  N.  Y.,  The  Seneca  Shop 
Great  Falls,  Mont.,  Beckman  Bros. 
Greensboro,  N.  C,  Ellis-Stone 
Hammond,  Ind.,  Carrie  Long 
Hot  Springs,  Ark.,  Hollywood  Shop 
Hopkinsville,  Ky.,  Wicarson 
Jackson,  Miss.,  A.  D.  &  L.  Oppen- 
heim 

Jamestown,  N.  Y.,  Olga's 
Jonesboro,  Ark.,  Fan's  Ladies  Tog- 
gery 

Kalispell,    Mont.,    Anderson  Style 
Shop 

Knoxvllle,  Tenn.,  S.  H.  George  & 
Sons 

Lawrence,  Kan.,  The  Jay  Shoppe 
Little  Rock,  Ark.,  Kempner's 
Madisonville,  Ky.,  Viki's 
Minneapolis,  Minn.,  Harold,  Inc. 
Minot,  N.  Dak.,  Taube's 
Muscatine.  Iowa,  Rosa's  Style  Shop 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Malson  Blanche 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Saks  34th  St. 
Norwich,  Conn.,  La  France  Shop 
Ottawa,  HI.,  Mayme  Reardon 
Parkerburg,  W.  Va.,  The  Surprise 
Store 

Philadelphia,  Pa.,  John  Wanamaker 
Pittsburgh,  Pa..  Joseph  Home  Co. 
Providence,  R.  I.,  Cherry  &  Webb 
Co. 

Reading,  Pa.,  Pomeroy's 
Rockford,  111.,  Owens  Inc. 
Safford,  Ariz.,  People's  Dept.  Store 
St.  Louis,  Mo.,  Scruggs,  Vandervoort 

<Sc  Barney 
Salina,  Kan.,  Hoyt-West 
San  Antonio,  Texas,  Harry  Cooper 
Schenectady,  N.  Y.,  H.  S.  Barney 

Co. 

Sheffield,  Ala.,  Glad-Beth  Shoppe 
Springfield,  111.,  S.  A.  Barker  Co. 
Tampa.  Fla.,  Haber's 
Texarkana,  Ark.,  Dillard's 
Topeka,  Kan.,  The  Pelletier  Stores 
Co. 

Ukiah,  Calif.,  Palace  Dress-  Shop 
Wichita,  Kan.,  Geo.  Innes  Co. 
Wilkes-Barre,  Pa.,  Fowler,  Dick  & 

Winston-Salem,  N.  C,  Davis,  Inc. 

McARTHUR,  LTD..  pp.  58,  61 
Zsa  Zsa  Gabor — page  58 

Chicago,  HI.,  Mayson's 
Hackensack,  N.  J.,  Knitwear  Shop 
Lansing,  Mich.,  Ruth  Donnelly 
Shop 

Macon,  Ga.,  Mary  Lou 
Newport,  R.  I.,  Fashion  Center 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Bond's  Fifth  Ave. 
Norfolk,  Va.,  Ames  &  Brownley 
Pittsburgh,  Pa.,  Frank  &  Seder 
Salina,  Kans.,  Stiefel's 

Janet  Leigh — page  61 

Detroit,  Mich.,  Kitty  Kelly  Shop 

Miami,  Fla.,  Hartley's 

New  York,  N.  Y.,  Oppenhelm  Collins 

Norfolk,  Va.,  Rice's 

Oklahoma  City,  Okla.,  Rothschild's 

Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Oppenhelm  Collins 

Pittsburgh,  Pa.,  Frank  &  Seder 

Salisbury,  Md.,  Schlelsner's 


San  Pedro.  Calif.,  Lilyan's 
Schenectady,  N.  Y.,  Dee  Shop 
Elaine  Stewart — page  61 

Shicago,  111..  Klrchner's 
enver,  Colo.,  Sweetbriar  Shops 
Dundalk,  Md.,  Nancy  Jean 
Greenfield,  Mass.,  Mary  Ellen 
Jackson,  Miss.,  Emporium 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Saks  34th  St. 
Pittsburgh,  Pa.,  Frank  &  Seder 
Pontiac,  Mich.,  Bloomfield  Fashion 
Shop 

Saratoga  Springs,  N.  Y.,  Fashion 
Shop 

SCREEN  VOGUE  MILLINERY 
HATS,  pg.  60 

Burlington,  Vt.,  Irving' s 
Cheyenne,  Wyo.,  Kassis  Dept.  Store 
Cleveland,  Miss.,  The  Parisian 
Detroit,  Mich.,  J.  L.  Hudson  Co. 
Eau  Claire,  Wis.,  The  Band  Box 
Grand  Island,  Neb.,  Schweser's 
Great  Falls,  Mont.,  The  Petite  Shop 
Harrisburg,  Pa.,  Bowman's 
Houston,  Texas,  Peyton's 
Ironwood,  Mich.,  O'Donnell-Seamen 
Co. 

Kenosha,  Wis.,  Barden's 
Lockport,  N.  Y.,  Williams  Bros. 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  Bullock's 
Moscow,  Idaho,  David's 
Muskogee,    Okla.,    Hollywood  Hat 
Shop 

New  Orleans,  La.,  Marks  Isaacs  Co. 
Oak  Park,  111.,  The  Falr 
Parsons,  Kan.,  Hammond  Clothing 
Co. 

Providence,  R.  I.,  Cherry- Webb  & 
Co. 

Provo,  Utah,  Lewis  Ladles'  Store 
Reading,  Pa.,  C.  K.  Whltner  Co. 
San  Antonio,  Texas.  Jean's 
Seattle,  Wash.,  Frederick  &  Nelson 

Co.   

Springfield,  Mass.,  Forbes  &  Wal- 

Waynesboro,  Va.,  Grossman's 
WHITE  STAG  SPORTS  OUTFIT, 
pg.  61 

Albany,  N.  Y.,  Flah  &  Co. 
Binghampton,  N.  Y.,  Hills,  McLean 

&  Haskins 
Boston,   Mass.,   C.  Crawford  Hol- 

lidge 

Denver,  Colo.,  The  May  Co. 
East  Orange,  N.  J.,  R.  H.  Muir 
Lincoln,  Neb.,  Miller  &  Paine 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  Bullocks 
Manhasset,  L.  I.,  Lord  &  Taylor 
Milihiirn,  N.  J_  Lord.  <Sc  Taylor 
Minneapolis,  Minn.,  The  Dayton  Co. 
New  Haven,  Conn.,  Fred  Phipps 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Lord  &  Taylor 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Gimbels 
Pittsburgh,  Pa.,  Joseph  Home  Co. 
Rochester,  N.  Y.,  Kroll's 
San  Antonio,  Texas,  Frost  Bros. 
San  Antonio,  Texas,  Wolff  &  Marx 
Springfield,  Mass.,  Arkay  Shops 
Syracuse,  N.  Y.,  Addis  Co. 
Westchester,  N.  Y.,  Lord  &  Taylor 
West  Hartford,  Conn.,  Lord  &  Tay- 
lor 


HOLEPROOF  HOSIERY  DESCRIPTIONS, 
pp.  58,  59.  61,  62.  63 

Page  58:  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor — Nude 
Royal,  60  gauge  Nude  hosiery.  Mau- 
reen O'Hara — Blush  Royal,  51  gauge, 
15  denier  hosiery  with  heel  and  toe 
reinforcement. 

Page  59:  Models  posing  with  James 
Mason— Mist  Royal  and  Beige-  Rtm=- 
al,  60  gauge  Shad-o-bar  heel  and 
show-toe  hosiery. 

Page  61:  Janet  Leigh— Blonde 
Royal,  15  denier  Nude-  Foot  seam- 
less hosiery.  .  V  . 

Page  62:  Pamela  Mason — Blush 
Royal,  60  gauge,  15  denier  rein- 
forced heel  and  toe  hosiery. 

Hosiery  to  wear  with  other  Accent 
shoes  shown  on  page  62: 

Andora — Blush  Royal,  15  denier 
Nude  Foot  seamless. 

Whistle— Blonde  Royal,  15  denier 
Nude  Foot  seamless. 

Kitty— Blonde  Royal,  60  gauge.  15 
denier  reinforced  heel  and  toe  with 
contrasting  dark  seamsr 

Sireen — worn  by  Pamela  Mason- 
described  above.       •  _  ', 

Page  63 :  Joan  Evans — Beige  Royal, 
60  gauge  regular  reinforced  heel  and 
toe  with  contrasting  navy  seams. 

Piper  Laurie— Mist  Royal,  60  gauge 
regular  reinforced  heel  and  toe  With 
contrasting  seams. 


Elaine  Stewart — photo  pg.  61.  Reversible 
blouse  and  skirt  insets  of  matching  broad- 
cloth— body  of  skirt  of  contrast  denim.  Pat- 
ent belt.  Yellow  blouse,  grey  skirt;  turquoise 
blouse,  brown  skirt;  white  blouse,  navy  skirt. 
10  to  18.  B-louse,  under  $5.  Skirt,  under  $11. 
By  McArthur.  * 


Zsa  Zsa  Gabor — photo  pg.  58.  Separates 
by  McArthur,  Ltd.  The  blouse  is  of  broad- 
cloth— the  skirt  of  uncut  ribbon  polished 
cotton  multi-stripe.  Blouse:  black,  navy, 
white,  pink  or  lime — under  $5.  The  skirt 
comes  in  color  shown  pnly — under  $11.  Miss 
Gabor  wears  her  own  pins  on  the  blouse. 


80 


At  2500  Fine  Store* 
Including  the  Following: 

Akron,  Ohio    M.  Q'Nei  I  Co.  &  Branches 

Alburquerque,  N.  M.  Tomlinson's 

Alexandria,  La  The  Beverly  Shop 

Arkansas  City,  Kan. Lane's  Dress  Shop 

Atlanta,'  Georgia  .  Rich's 

Baltimore,  Maryland.  . .  Stewart  &  Co. 
Beaumont,  Texas .  . .  .The  White  House 

Biddeford,  Maine  H.  Poiakewich 

Biloxi,  Mississippi  Brumnelds 

Bismarck,  N.  Dakota  Robertson's 

Bristol,  Connecticut. .,  Esterlee's 

Bristol,  Tenn  The  H.  P.  King  Co. 

Brooklyn,  N.  Y  Abraham  &  Straus 

.   Butte,  Montana ....  Burr's  Dept.  Store 

Casper,  Wyoming   Kelly's 

Cedar  Rapids,  la  Newman's 

Charlottesville,  Virginia  . .  .Ellington's 

Chattanooga,  Tenn  Shumackers 

Cincinnati,  Ohio  H.  &  S.  Pogue  Co. 

Coatesville,  Pa  Cohen  Bros. 

Columbia,  S.  C  Haltiwanger's 

Columbus,  Ohio  Gerstenf eld's 

Conroe,  Texas  Prosser's 

Corpus  Christi,  Texas.  .  . Lichtensteins 

Detroit,  Mich  The  Rollins  Co. 

Evansvill  t,  Ind  Senear's  Dept.  Star* 

Fond  du  Lac,  Wis. .  The  O'Brien  D.  G.  Co. 

Geneva,  New  York  The  Seneca  Shop 

Crafton,  W.  Va  Heflins  Style  Shop 

Great  Falls,  Mont  Beckman's 

Hammond,  Ind..  Carrie  Long  Shop 

Haverhill,  Mass    Truly  Yours 

High  Point,  N.  C . . .  John  T.  Ellis  Co. 

Holtville,  Cal  Cinderella  Dress  Shop 

Hot  Springs,  Arkansas. Hollywood  Shop 
Houston,  Tex. .  Leon  Daily  in  the  Village 

Hutchinson,  Kansas  Murray's  Inc 

Jackson,  Miss   The  Parisian 

Jackson,  Tenn  Kisber's 

Jamestown,  N.  Y. . .  Olga's  Town  &  Ctry. 
Jonesboro,  Ark..  .Fan's  Ladies  Toggery 

Joplin,  Mo  Newman  Merc.  Co. 

Kaliapell,  Mont  Anderson's 

Kansas  City,  Mo  Berkron's 

Kmgsport,  Tenn..  J.  Fred  Johnson  &  Co. 
Knoxville,  Tenn..  .S.  H.  George  &  Sons 

La  Porte,  Indiana  Lilly's  Apparel 

Laurel,  Miss  Alex  Loeb  Inc. 

Lawrence,  Kansas  The  Jay  Shoppe 

Lincoln,  III  Landauer's 

Little  Rock,  Ark  Kempner's 

Madison,  Wi   Carmen's 

Minneapolis,  Minn  Harold,  Inc. 

Minot,  N.  Dakota  Taubes 

Mountain  View,  Cal..  .  Fran  jo  Fashions 

Muscatine,  Iowa  Rosa's  Style  Shop 

New  Orleans,  La  Maison-Blanche 

New  York,  N.  Y   Saks—  34th 

North  Platte,  Nebr. .  The  Mats  Shoppe 

Norwich,  Conn  La  France  Shop 

Ontario,  Cat.  Henrys 

Qwsnsboro,  Ky..McAtaa,LydsUr.e  aRsy 

Ej'fri°r',N-  J  MeytT  Bros. 

Philadelphia,  Pa  John  Wanamaker 

Pittsburgh,  Pa  Joseph  Home  Co. 

Qu.ncy,  III.   Keeling'. 

Richmond,  Ind  Julian's 

Richmond.  Va  The  May  Co. 

Saflorrh  Arix.  Peoples  Dept.  Store 

bt.  Louis,  Mo  :Stix,  Baer  &  Fuller 

Salina,  Kan.   Hoyt-West 

Salt  Lake  City,  Utah  Auerbach  Co. 

ltn«U."Jn'.'V'ecibo*  P'  Rico  Velasco 

Sheffield,  Ala  Glad-Beth 

Sherman,  Tax  Elinors 

Sioux  City,  Iowa.. . . Younker-Davison's 
Stuttgart,  Ark.. .  Wellworth  Dept.  Store 

S»nlm*y,Pa  Lieb's 

Tampa,  FU.  Haber's 

Texarkana,  Ark.  Dillards  Inc. 

Topeka,  Kan.. :  Pelletiers 

?T,0rVi.N-  ■»  Holiday's 

Tulsa,  Okla  Seidenbach'* 

Infot^v:.. 

^l!•l,k^,^•  WU'  Smart  Shop 

W.  Va.  Th.  Beryl  Shoppe 

Wichita,  Kan.  Ceo.  lnnesCo! 

Winchester,  Tenn.. .  .Town  &  Country 
Yo'k'  P«  Alberta  Lee 


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love  in  a  penthouse 


(Continued  from  page  44)  the  seven-room 
apartment,  came  the  sound  of  Tony's  voice. 
"Chlo-ee!  Chlo-ee!" 

Patti  and  Jerry  exchanged  a  look. 

"Chloe-ee!    Chlo-ee!"  Tony  repeated. 

A  thin  female  voice  answered  from  a 
distance.  It  was  Janet's.  "Here  I  am, 
darling,"  she  called,  "in  the  closet  under 
the  stairs." 

"This  is  a  new  bit,"  Jerry  muttered  to 
his  cute  wife  with  the  poodle  cut.  Both 
of  them  traced  the  sound  of  the  voices  and 
finally  came  upon  Tony  and  Janet  kissing 
in  the  closet. 

"What's  going  on  here?"  Jerry  demanded. 

"We're  reorganizing  the  closets,"  Janet 
^aid.  . 

"Some  reorganizing,"  Mrs.  Lewis  cracked. 

"What's  with  this  Chloe  routine?"  Jerry 

Janet  started  to  giggle.  "We  began 
yelling  Chloe  the  first  week  we  moved 
in  here,"  she  explained.  "This  place  is 
so  big  we  can  get  four  people  into  the 
stall  shower." 

"Wanna  try  the  shower?"  Tony  asked. 

Lewis  crossed  his  eyes,  stuck  out  his 
tongue,  raised  his  right  foot.  "You  crazy, 
you!    I  took  my  shower  last  year." 

Call  it  crazy,  mad,  foolish,  gone.  Call  it 
what  you  will.  But  after  living  in  a 
three-room  apartment  for  almost  two  years, 
Tony  and  Janet  are  in  heaven  now  that 
they've  moved  into  their  penthouse. 

You'll  hear  no  more  stories  about  the 
threat  to  their  marriage  or  their  al- 
leged unhappiness,  because  in  the  opinion 
of  Janet's  mother,  who  should  know,  all 
these  rumors  stemmed  directly  from  their 
old  housing  problem.  The  irritations  caused 
by  living  in  cramped  quarters  were  mag- 
nified by  friends  and  finally  found  their 
way  into  the  gossip  columns. 

"Janet  is  an  extremely  orderly  person, 
her  mother  explains.    "She's  worse  than 
I  am,  and  I'm  a  very  fussy  housekeeper. 
It  actually  disturbs  her  emotionally  when 
things  are  thrown  around. 

"In  their  old  place  Tony  and  Janet  had 
no  room  for  books  or  his  magic  equip- 
ment or  their  cameras  or  anything.  Janet 
used  to  keep  her  evening  dresses  at  my 
house.  That's  a  nuisance,  you  know,  going 
over  to  your  mother's  house  every  time  you 
want  to  put  on  a  gown,  and  things  like 
that  got  on  Janet's  nerves. 

"Naturally  enough,  friends  and  news- 
paper people  got  wind  of  her  occasional 
churlishness,  and  the  next  thing  anyone 
knew  they  were  writing  stories  about  their 
incompatibility.  Dad  and  I  knew  other- 
wise, but  we  decided  the  only  way  to  stop 
all  the  gossip  was  to  find  the  kids  a  larger 
home.  We  stumbled  on  this  penthouse 
while  the  two  of  them  were  vacationing  in 
New  York.  .That  was  after  they  finished 
the  Houdini  picture." 

Janet  says  her  parents'  industriousness 
really  paid  off.  "Honestly,"  she  points  out, 
"when  two  people  start  living  in  real  close 
quarters  something  can  happen  to  their 
dispositions.  Take  Tony.  He's  got  the 
sweetest  disposition  of  any  man  I've  ever 
known.  Before  we  were  married  he  was 
in  the  habit  of  puttering  around  with  half- 
a-dozen  different  hobbies.  He'd  discovered 
that  the  one  sure  way  for  him  to  relax 
after  work  was  to  do  something  with  his 
hands.  He  took  up  oil  painting,  building 
model  planes,  amateur  photography. 

"It's  very  hard  to  take  a  turn  at  each 
of  these  hobbies  in  a  small  apartment,  and 
that's  what  we  had  after  we  were  mar- 
ried. There  just  wasn't  enough  floor 
space,  not  even  to  set  up  his  trains.  Paints 
would  drip  from  the  easel  onto  the  carpet. 
There  wasn't  even  a  private  corner  where 

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he  could  sit  down  with  a  ship  model. 
After  a  while  it  got  a  little  discouraging, 
and  he  would  bemoan  his  fate.  But  now 
that  Mother  and  Daddy  got  us  this  pent- 
house— well,  everything's  perfect.  No  one 
can  possibly  get  on  anyone  else's  nerves." 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Morrison  had  a  pretty 
good  idea  of  what  rental  their  kids  could 
afford  before  they  went  apartment  shop- 
ping. Janet's  father  is  her  business  man- 
ager, and  Mrs.  Morrison  knows  exactly 
what  her  daughter  needs  in  the  way  of  a 
kitchen,  closets,  cupboards,  and  so  forth. 

Oddly  enough  the  Morrisons  found  a 
penthouse  for  rent  in  an  apartment  build- 
ing one  block  away  from  where  Janet  and 
Tony  used  to  live.  Mrs.  Morrison  made  the 
first  inspection  of  the  vacancy.  She  checked 
on-  things  like  the  extra  bath  and  the 
size  of  the  kitchen  cupboards.  She  made 
certain  that  there  were  two  complete  dress- 
ing rooms.  She  noted  that  there  were 
facilities  for  doing  laundry  at  home,  and 
she  fell  in  love  with  a  spacious  roof  deck, 
quickly  realizing  that  the  terrace  with 
built-in  barbecue,  plant  boxes,  and  out- 
door furniture  offered  all  the  advantages 
of  a  backyard  without  the  headache  of 
backyard  maintenance. 

Mr.  Morrison  handled  the  business  end 
of  the  deal.  He  told  the  landlord  that  his 
daughter  and  son-in-law  might  be  able 
to  pay  $400  a  month  but  not  a  cent  more, 
and  he  asked  Mr.  Haberman,  the  owner 
of  the  building,  not  to  rent  the  penthouse 
until  Tony  and  Janet  returned  from  New 
York  in  a  couple  of  days.  An  understand- 
ing man,  Mr.  Haberman  said  he'd  hold  it. 
for  a  week. 

The  morning  the  Santa  Fe  Chief  pulled 
into  Pasadena  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  An- 
thony Curtis  aboard,  both  families  were 

Once  upon  a  time,  Marilyn  Monroe 
was  walking  across  a  sound  stage 
in  the  dark  and  an  electrician 
yelled  out,  "Watch  out  for  the 
equipment."  So  she  lipped  up  her 
sweater. 

Leo  Shuil 

on  the  platform  to  meet  them.  The  first 
words  of  greeting  concerned  the  penthouse. 
Janet  got  so  excited  that  she  insisted  upon 
seeing  the  place  before  dropping  their 
luggage  at  the  old  address. 

"Please  don't  count  on  it  too  much," 
Tony  cautioned.  "You're  liable  to  be  dis- 
appointed." Tony  has  lived  through  so 
many  of  Janet's  high  moments  of  anticipa- 
tion that  he  knows  when  to  apply  the 
brakes  to  her  unbridled  enthusiasm.  "I 
just  can't  stand  to  see  the  look  of  hurt  on 
her  face,"  he  explains,  "when  she  feels 
let  down  about  something." 

"Don't  worry,  Tony,"  Janet  said,  "I've 
got  a  feeling  that  this  is  our  lucky  day." 

And  it  was. 

Hand-in-hand  they  climbed  the  steep 
flight  of  stairs  that  was  soon  to  become 
the  private  entrance  to  their  private  world. 
Just  to  be  on  the  safe  side,  Janet  kept  her 
fingers  crossed  as  they  approached  the 
threshold.  In  the  manner  of  Cary  Grant, 
whom  he  impersonates  perfectly,  Tony  was 
acting  very  debonair,  very  nonchalant.  Mr. 
Morrison  fumbled  with  the  keys  for  a  mo- 
ment. Then  they  all  trooped  in,  Mama  and 
Papa  Schwartz,  the  Curtises,  Tony's  kid 
brother,  the  Morrisons. 

"My  first  impression,"  Janet  says,  "when 
I  walked  into  the  living  room  was  that  this 
must  be  the  whole  apartment.  I  thought 
it  was  one  of  those  chic,  modern,  one- 
room  studio  jobs  with  everything.  My 
eyes  swept  over  the  fireplace  grouping. 
They  stopped  for  a  minute  on  the  baby 
grand  piano  and  the  two  couches  that  are 
each  eight  feet  long.  I  figured  they  must 
be  beds.    The  card  room  or  the  game  al- 


cove— I  mistook  for  the  dinette. 

"Tony  was  a  lot  sharper.  He  sensed 
that  the  place  was  exactly  right  from  the 
start.  And  without  even  looking  at  any 
of  the  other  rooms,  he  turned  to  Daddy 
and  said,  'Okay,  we'll  take  it.' " 
.  In  addition  to  a  sensational  living  room, 
the  penthouse  boasts  six  other  livable 
rooms  that  Tony  and  Janet  have  partly 
furnished. 

The  dining  room  is  small  but  stylish. 
It  is  separated  from  the  living  room  by 
a  filmy  drapery  behind  which  Janet 
achieves  the  most  unsuspected  fighting 
effects.  By  candlelight  the  room  becomes 
romantic.  By  using  flush-lights  Janet  em- 
phasizes the  dramatic  motif.  By  flooding 
the  room  with  light  from  the  ceiling's  egg- 
crate  fixture,  she  turns  the  room  into  a 
party  setting. 

Tony  says  the  second  largest  room  in  the 
apartment — he's  measured  them  all — 
is  the  master  bedroom.  Done  in  muted 
greens  and  rose,  it's  furnished  with  massive 
pieces  of  blonde  furniture.  In  the  com- 
fortable expansiveness  of  the  room,  the 
scale  and  proportion  of  the  furnishings  is 
deceptive.  Janet  and  Tony's  king-size  bed, 
for  example,  looks  like  an  ordinary  double 
bed,  although  it's  much  larger,  and  the 
normal-sized  chaise  longue  gets  lost  in 
one  corner. 

Off  the  bedroom  are  the  two  dressing 
rooms  lined  with  wardrobe  closets..  The 
closets  are  so  beautifully  organized  that 
they  delight  Janet's  orderly  soul.  A  double- 
hung  rod  allows  her  to  keep  her  blouses 
and  skirts  one  above  the  other.  Dresses 
and  coats  fit  in  two  separate  compartments. 
Handbags  and  hats  are  kept  on  deep 
shelves  and  her  large  collection  of  shoes 
hangs  in  shoe  bags  inside  every  closet  door. 

Tony's  clothes  are  divided  into  groups. 
Sport  shirts  in  one  section,  slacks  and 
sport  coats  together  in  another,  tailored 
suits  in  a  third,  and  hobby  clothes  in  a 
fourth.  Tony's  hobby  clothes  consist  of 
everything  imaginable  from  worn-out 
sneakers  to  old  Navy  tee-shirts. 

The  two  most  frequented  places  in  the 
house  are  the  den  and  the  Tony  Curtis 
Hobby  Shop.  They  are  really  one  large 
room  divided  by  a  partial  partition  which 
serves  as  shelf  storage.  The  den  side  of 
the  partition  features  a  spinet  piano,  a 
wire-recorder,  a  soft  couch,  books,  two 
chairs,  and  a  telephone.  Janet  and  Tony 
usually  rehearse  their  lines  in  this  room. 
It's  also  used  for  interviews  and  cozy 
little  female  conversations.  On  occasion 
it's  been  called  the  jive  room,  too.  Let  some 
of  the  hyper-talented  friends  gather,  and 
quickly  the  room  takes  on  the  heated  in- 
timacy of  a  recording  booth. 

The  far  side  of  the  partition  is  Tony's 
personal  province,  its  decor  and  furnish- 
ings dependent  upon  his  obsession  at  the 
moment.  If  he's  casting  clay  masks,  the 
room  is  cluttered  with  bags  of  plaster.  If 
he's  on  the  model  plane  kick,  then  balsa 
wood  is  strewn  all  about.  No  matter  how 
her  fingers  itch  to  tidy  up  this  room,  Janet 
leaves  it  alone,  but  strictly.  To  date  she 
has  insisted  upon  only  one  wifely  preroga- 
tive. Before  Tony  set  up  his  paints  and 
easel  Janet  made  him  tack  down  a  piece 
of  linoleum  on  the  floor,  so  that  he  wouldn't 
ruin  the  carpet. 

The  apartment  also  boasts  a  house-size 
pantry  and  kitchen  as  well  as  a  guest 
room  and  bath.  "Technically  we  have  k 
guest  room,"  Tony  explains,  "but  if  we  had 
to  sleep  a  guest  over,  it'd  be  tough.  Tbje 
guest  room  is  jammed  with  Janet's  out-of- 
season  clothes." 

The  Curtises  supervise  their  menage 
very  smoothly  with  the  help  of  one  house-i 
keeper,  Ida  May.  Idy,  as  she's  fondly 
known,  used  to  work  for  Janet's  mother 
but  she's  been  with  Janet  ever  since  she 
and  Tony  tied  the  knot.   She  comes  by  the 


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day,  five  days  a  week,  and  works  from 
noon  until  the  dinner  dishes  are  finished. 

"Tony  and  Janet,"  she  says,  "suit  each 
other  fine.  Janet  is  a  very  meticulous 
person,  and  Tony  is  very  nice.  All  Janet 
has  to  do  is  leave  me  a  note  telling  me  what 
Tony  wants  to  eat  if  she  has  to  work  late 
at  the  studio.  That  boy  is  an  understand- 
ing husband.  Just  feed  him,  and  he  s  fine. 

ON  New  Year's  Day  Janet  and  Tony 
gave  their  first  penthouse  party.  They 
had  15  people  in  to  brunch  and  to  watch 
the  Rose  Bowl  Game  on  television.  Natu- 
rally the  girls  in  the  party  were  much  more 
interested  in  inspecting  the  apartment  than 


watching  football.  Towards  the  shank  of 
the  afternoon  one  of  the  girls  turned  to 
Janet  and  said,  "Why  do  you  and  Tony  pay 
such  a  high  rent  -for  an  apartment  when 
you  could  get  a  house  instead?" 

Janet  had  some  carefully  thought-out 
answers.  In  the  first  place,  she  pointed 
out,  if  someone  were  to  slice  off  the  top 
floor  of  their  building  and  put  it  on  a 
lot,  "You'd  find  that  our  apartment  in 
size  is  the  equivalent  of  a  rather  large 
house.  This  means  we  have  space  and 
privacy  without  the  responsibility  of  own- 
ing property.  When  we  start  to  raise 
a  family,  we  don't  want  to  be  stuck  with 
an  old  house.   Also  we're  planning  a  trip 


to  Europe  in  a  few  months,  and  we  want 
to  be  free  to  lock  the  door  and  take  off. 
You  can't  do  that  when  you  own  a  house. 
Someone  has  to  look  after  the  garden,  the 
property,  pay  the  taxes,  and  all  of  that. 
We've  also  decided  that  when  the  first 
baby  comes  along  we'll  buy  a  house  and  let 
it  grow  with  us." 

"Do  you  expect  a  baby  in  the  near 
future?"  someone  asked  Janet. 

"I'm  not  pregnant  if  that's  what  you 
mean,"  Mrs.  Curtis  answered,  "but  I'm 
sure  looking  forward  to  it."  And  with  that 
Tony  held  up  three  books  on  child  care. 
"Used  to  be  a  Boy  Scout,"  he  explained. 
"Always  believe  in  being  prepared."  END 


now  we  have  everything 

(Continued  from  page  32)  Caesarean  sec- 
tion. Many  actresses  such  as  Judy  Garland 
and  Elizabeth  Taylor  have  had  their  babies 
in  this  fashion.  One  of  the  many  advantages 
of  the  Caesarean  is  that  the  mother  can 
pretty  well  fix  her  own  date  of  confinement 
during  the  final  month  of  her  pregnancy. 

Lucille  told  her  obstetrician,  Dr.  Joe 
Harris,  that  she  wanted  her  real-life  baby 
to  be  born  on  the  same  day  the  baby  in  her 
TV  script  was  supposed  to  come  into  the 
world. 

"January  19th  will  be  fine,"  Dr.  Harris 
told  her. 

One  day  before,  Desi  drove  Lucille  down 
to  the  Cedars  of  Lebanon  Hospital. 
Lucille  says,  ."He  drove  well,  but  he  was 
quite  nervous.  Every  30  seconds  he  kept 
turning  to  me  and  saying.  How  do  you 
feel'  How  do  you  feel?'  I  felt  better  than 
he  did."  .  , 

"Who  was  nervous?"  Desi  asks  m  retro- 
spect. "Not  me.  I  was  just  maybe  a  little 
excited .  * ' 

Lucille  was  checked  into  the  hospital  at 
4:30  p.m.  on  a  Sunday.  Desi  began  smoking 
frantically  .  .  .  furiously. 

"No  use  of  you  hanging  around  here, 
the  doctor  told  him.  "Nothing  is  going  to 
happen  until  tomorrow." 

Desi  made  certain  that  Lucille  was  com- 
fortable. He  smoked  two  packs  of  cigarettes 
in  the  process,  then  left  her  with  one  final 
admonition.  "If  you  can  possibly  do  it, 
darling,  make  it  a  boy." 

Desi  spent  the  night  at  the  home  of  Jus 
mother,  Mrs.  Dolores  Lolita  Arnaz.  By 
6: 30  the  next  morning  he  was  back  at  the 
hospital,  pacing  the  floors. 

At  7:00  a.m.  Lucille  was  wheeled  mto 
the  delivery  room.  Dr.  Harris  gave  her  a 
spinal. 

During  the  course  of  the  delivery,  Lu- 
cille asked  a  nurse,  "Is  it  a  boy?" 

"We  don't  know  yet,"  the  nurse  said.^  _ 

Lucille  beamed  when  she  was  told  she 
had  given  birth  to  a  boy;  so,  too,  did  the 
doctors;  the  nurses  clapped  their  hands. 

Desi,  his  face  flattened  against  a  glass 
partition,  saw  the  doctors  and  nurses  laugh- 
ing, and  according  to  him,  "I  knew  right 
away  it  was  a  boy.  Honestly!  I  could  tell 
from  the  expression  on  everyone's  face. 

The  child  was  immediately  named  Desi- 
derio  Alberto  Arnaz  IV  after  his  father, 
grandfather,  and  great  grandfather,  and 
weighed  in  at  8  lbs.  9  ounces. 

Following  the  delivery,  Lucille  was 
wheeled  down  the  hall  and  Desi  was  per- 
mitted in  her  private  room  for  five  minutes. 
"I  don't  know  what  I  told  her,'  he  con- 
fesses. "I  was  so  happy.  I  just  kissed  her 
and  I  know  I  said  thank  you  and  I  love 
you  and  I  know  she  said  I  love  you  and 
thank  you,  Desi,  and  something  else.  But 
who  can  remember  at  a  time  like  that.' 

After  his  five-minute  visit  with  Lucy, 
84  Desi  raced  down  the  hospital  corridors 


shouting,  "It's  a  boy.  It's  a  boy.  Now  we 
have  everything.  Now  we  have  everything. 

Mrs.  Desiree  Ball,  Lucille's  mother,  and 
Desi's  mother,  were  waiting  in  the  ante- 
room, and  they  heard  Desi  before  they  saw 
him.  Mrs.  Arnaz  came  over  and  hugged 
Mrs.  Ball,  whose  broken  leg  was  in  a 
cast,  the  result  of  having  fallen  out  of  an 
auto. 

That  afternoon  the  family  saw  the  baby, 
and  Lucille's  mother  said,  "He  has  a  pug- 
nose  just  like  Lucy."  Desi's  mother  said, 
"He  looks  just  like  Desi,  even  his  black 
hair." 

Desi  says  the  baby  will  be  shown  on  one 
television  program  when  he  gets  a  little 
older,  and  after  that  he'll  be  retired  to  the 
Arnaz  nursery  for  the  next  two  years. 

Friends  of  Lucille  say  that  she  always 
wanted  two  children  and  now  that  she  has 
both  a  son  and  daughter  will  probably  have 
no  more  offspring.  "Desi  says  we  have 
everything,"  -she  claims,  "and  I  guess  he's 
right." 

To  Lucille  Ball,  her  children,  her  career, 
her  money,  her  fame  are  all  important 
but  first  and  foremost  in  her  book  of  values 
comes  the  success  of  her  marriage  to  Desi. 

Lucille  once  lost  Desi— they  both  know 
what  life  is  like  without  each  other — and 
they  don't  particularly  care  to  re-live  the 
experience. 

Ten  years  ago,  Lucy  and  Desi  had  a  duly 
of  a  fight.  It  concerned  a  couple  who  were, 
staying  out  at  the  Arnaz  ranch.  The  fight 
reached  the  danger  point,  and  Lucille  in- 
sisted that  she  had  had  enough.  She  was 
going  to  file  for  a  divorce. 
.  In  white  heat,  Desi  said  that  was  okay 
with  him.  He  was  going  into  the  Army, 
and  he'd  just  as  soon  not  have  a  wife  to 
worry  about.  He  was  inducted  into  the 
service,  and  Lucille  went  ahead  with  the 
divorce  proceedings. 

When  his  basic  training  was  finished, 
Desi  came  back  to  Los  Angeles  on  his  first 
leave  and  immediately  phoned  Lucille.  She 
asked  him  to  come  out  to  the  ranch. 
"It  was  wonderful,"  Desi  recalls.  "We 
—  looked— at  each  other.  We  knew  that  we 
were  still  very  much  in  love,  and  we 
decided  to  forget  our  quarrel  and  live  in 
peace." 

Legally  and  technically,  Desi  and  Lucille 
were  still  man  and  wife,  so  Desi  spent  the 
night  at  the  ranch. 

When  he  awoke  at  nine  the  next  morn- 
ing, he  was  surprised  to  find  Lucille  fully 
and  beautifully  clothed.  "Where  you  going 
this  time  ofr  morning?"  he  asked  groggily. 

"To  get  our  divorce,"  Lucille  said. 

Desi  shook  the  sleep  out  of  his  eyes.  "Did 
you  say  divorce?"  he  asked. 

"Yes,  divorce." 

"But  I  thought  you  agreed  everything 
was  fine?"  he  insisted.  "You  said>  last  night 
that  we'd  never  again  separate." 

"Now,  look,"  Lucille  explained.  "I  filed 
for  divorce  two  months  ago.  The  case  is  set 
for  ten  o'clock  this  morning.  The  judge  is 
going  to  be  there.  The  lawyer  is  going  to  be 
there.  -The  reporters  are  going  to  be  there, 


and  I'm  simply  not  going  to  disappoint 
that  many  people." 

Oddly  enough,  Lucille  drove  down  to 
court  and  asked  the  judge  for  a  divorce  on 
grounds  of  mental  cruelty.  It  was  granted 
very  quickly,  whereupon  she  thanked 
everyone  and  drove  back  to  the  ranch.  Here 
she  cooked  breakfast  for  Desi  and  when  he 
woke  up  for  the  second  time,  served  it  to 
him.  Then  they  kissed— and,  well,  it  was 
almost  like  a  second  honeymoon. 

All  divorce  decrees  in  California  are 
interlocutory  decrees.  It  takes  one  year 
before  they  become  final.  In  the  case  of  Desi 
and  Lucy,  they  were  living  together  as  man 
and  wife  even  while  the  divorce  was  grant- 
ed, so  that  it  never  really  took  effect. 

Just  to  make  sure  that  everything  was 
legal  and  above  board,  the  lovers  were 
re-married  a  few  years  ago  by  a  Catholic 
priest.  Lucille  is  not  Catholic  but  Desi  is, 
so,  of  course,  both  of  their  children  are 
being  raised  in  the  Catholic  faith. 

Ever  since  that  incident,  Desi  and  Lucille 
have  never  used  the  word  "divorce." 

Both  of  them  are  stubborn  and  highly- 
opinionated  and  argue  a  good  deal,  espe- 
cially for  a  pair  of  love-birds,  but  the 
quarrel  usually  ends  up  with  a  long  tem- 
pestuous kiss  and  as  Desi  says,  "with  Lucy 
being  right." 

Before  Desi  dreamed  up  the  fantastically 
successful  TV  program  of  I  Love  Lucy, 
he  used  to  move  out  of  the  house  "each 
time  we  had  a  hassel."  He'd  pack  his 
clothes,  throw  the  luggage  into  his  car, 
drive  22  miles  into  town  and  check  in  at  the 
Hollywood  Athletic  Club.  A  day  later  he'd 
phone  Lucy  and  that  night  he'd  be  back. 

"Finally,"  he  says,  "I  said  to  myself,  'This 
is  crazy,  this  moving  out  everytime  you 
have  a  fight.  It  costs  too  much  money.'  So 
I  got  hold  of  a  carpenter  and  together  We 
built  what  I  call  our  rumpus-house.  Its 
right  on  our  property  and  has  everything, 
dining  room,  bath,  study,  kitchen.  Now 
when  Lucy  and  I  have  a  quarrel,  I  don't 
have  to  drive  into  town.  I  just  move  into 
the  rumpUs-house.  Only  a  funny  thing, 
now  that  I  have  some  place  nearby  to  go, 
we  don't  seem  to  have  so  many  serious 
quarrels.  Just  friendly  little  arguments. 
We're  really  too  busy  to  fight." 

I  Love  Lucy  is  not  only  the  most  suc- 
cessful television  program  in  the  country 
but  its  by-products  are  becoming  big  busi 
ness.  There's  an  I  Love  Lucy  comic  strip, 
Lucy  and  Desi  dolls,  and  undoubtedly  a 
flock  of  Lucy  fashions  to  come  in  pajamas, 
dresses,  hats,  and  other  clothes  items. 

Desi  and  Lucille  have  been  married  for 
12  years,  during  the  first  ten  of  which  thej 
comedienne  says,  "We  tried  our  darndest, 
to  have  some  children.  Just  when  we  were 
reconciled  to  a  childless  marriage,  bing 
two  in  a  row." 

"That's  show  business  for  you,  shrugs 
fatalistic  Desi. 

Lucille  Bali  tosses  her  mate  an  unde 
standing  grin.  "Desi's  so  excited  about  bfe- 
ing  the  father  of  a  son,"  she  explains,  "thr" 
he  sometimes  gets  nature  mixed  up  wii 
show  business."  EN 


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(Continued  from  page  37)  they  both  tried 
to  carry  out  a  studied  pretense  that  they 
weren't  at  all  the  hysterical  type. 

At  this  point,  Mike's  sense  of  humor 
proved  to  be  an  excellent  prenatal  influ- 
ence. It's  doubtful  whether  his  young 
wife,  who  was  still  a  few  weeks  away  from 
her  21st  birthday,  had  ever  enjoyed  a 
more  hearty  laugh  in  her  whole  lifetime 
than  over  his  straight-faced  comment, 
slightly  distorted  now,  but  the  same  in  es- 
sence, that  still  echoes  in  the  conversation 
of  friends.  "We  have  a  nerve!"  one  re- 
members he  exclaimed.  "Two  unemployed 
actors  undertaking  parenthood." 

Funny?  Yes,  but  all  humor  is  based  on 
truth.  Despite  the  fact  that  a  new  five- 
year  contract  had  been  negotiated  for  Liz, 
raising  her  salary  from  the  neighborhood 
of  $1,500  to  $3,000  a  week,  she  was  on  sus- 
pension. Not  because  studio  bosses  are 
cruelly  oblivious  to  motherhood,  it's  just 
that,  much  as  they  would  like  to  have 
made  her  a  present  of  her  regular  salary 
until  she  was  able  to  work  again,  Holly- 
wood now  operates  under  more  stringent 
rules  than  in  the  past. 

As  for  Mike  Wilding,  let  it  be  recorded 
that  he  is  no  different  from  other  expect- 
ant fathers.  He  did  not  relish  being  unem- 
ployed at  the  time  of  the  baby's  arrival. 
But  if  prenatal  influence  is  not  a  lot  of 
pure  nonsense,  young  Michael  Howard 
Wilding  should  be  a  lad  of  sturdy  char- 
acter, for  his  father  had  been  heard  to  utter 
a  firm  "no"  to  an  important  part  with 
Lana  Turner  in  Latin  Lovers,  although  he 
had  recently  signed  a  contract  with  Metro 
which  nets  him  in  the  neighborhood  of 
$1,000  a  week.  "It's  not  that  the  role 
isn't  good,"  he  said,  "it  just  isn't  good  for 
me." 

No  one,  least  of  all  Elizabeth  or  Mike 
Wilding,  expects  any  sympathy. 

Their  combined  income  should  make 
them  better  off  than  at  least  95%  of  all 
other  salaried  employees  in  the  nation.  But 
they  certainly  are  not  rich  and  probably 
never  will  be.  Their  son  wasn't  born  with 
a  silver  spoon  in  his  mouth,  but  he  did  have 
a  gold  one  by  his  bedside.  It  came  as  a 
gift  from  Danish  silversmith  Philip  Paval. 
It  matches  exactly  the  one  given  by  him  to 
Queen  Elizabeth  at  the  birth  of  Prince 
Charles. 

But  whatever  their  financial  rating,  they 
maintained  a  fine  average  of  parental  be- 
havior the  last  few  hours  before  Michael 
H.  Wilding,  Jr.'s  arrival.  A  last  minute 
check  of  Elizabeth's  condition  convinced 
the  doctor  that  she  should  have  additional 
X-rays.  These  were  made  the  day  before 
the  baby's  birth  and  as  gently  as  possible 
Liz  was  told  that  it  would  be  best  for  the 
child  if  she  went  to  the  hospital  the  next 
day  for  a  Caesarean  delivery. 

"\7~ou  have  the  word  of  friends  that  this 
was  a  disappointment  Elizabeth  found 
hard  to  take,  but  in  a  situation  like  this, 
events  move  too  swiftly  for  any  lingering 
regrets.  They  were  at  Santa  Monica  Hos- 
pital before  she  could  think  of  much  more 
to  say  about  it  to  Mike,  other  than,  "Well 
at  least  you  won't  have  to  pace  the  floor  for 
hours,  waiting." 

That's  what  she  thought!  Mike  followed 
her  to  their  two-room  suite,  in  a  complete 
daze.  They  hardly  had  time  for  a  couple  of 
fervent  "I  love  you's,"  when  crisp,  efficient 
nurses  ordered  him  out  of  the  room.  To 
Mike  it  seemed  like  seconds  later  that  she 
was  wheeled  out,  a  still  form  in  white  from 
head  to  foot,  her  hair  completely  done  up 
in  white  cloth  and  knotted  in  bunny  rabbit 
fashion.  Only  her  eyes  seemed  alive  as 
she  stared  up  at  him  and  whispered  in  as- 


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White 

Broadcloth 


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at  only  H-50 

Slip  it  on. ..  at  once  your  figure  takes  on 
a  new,  lovable  look.  A  single-needle  makes 
the  difference  in  this  smart  Ringlet 
plunge,  moulding  lovely  lines,  locking  in 
shape-sure  fit.  And  the  deep  wiring  is 
contoured,  cushioned,  really  comfortable. 
No  bra  anywhere  is  so  excitingly  lo.w  at  $1.50! 

Other  Lovable  styles  start  at  $1 .  Also  in  Canada. 

It  costs  so  little  to  look  Lovable! 

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may  be  yoURSElF! 

When  a  husband  starts  working  late, 

more  and  more  often,  a  wife  naturally 
tortures  herself  with  doubts.  Actually, 
though,  you  may  find  the  reason  for  his 
neglect  right  at  home !  Have  you  allowed 
yourself  to  grow  careless  about  intimate 
feminine  hygiene?  Well,  it's  not  too  late 
to  correct.  You  can  be  your  own  sweet, 
dainty  self  again  so  simply— so  effectively 
—by  douching  with  "Lysol."  It's  easier 
than  ever  today ! 

Gentler  "Lysol"  will  not  harm  delicate 
tissues.  This  proved  germicide,  used  in 
a  douche,  completely  cleanses  the  vagi- 
nal canal— even  in  the  presence  of  mu- 
cous matter.  It  kills  germ  life  quickly, 
on  contact.  Yet,  "Lysol"  is  designed  for 
freedom  from  caustic  or  irritant  action 
when  used  in  feminine  hygiene. 

You  need  never  again  be  guilty  of  offend- 
ing—even unknowingly— if  you  remember 
that  complete  internal  cleanliness  is  the 
way  to  counteract  unpleasant  odor. 
"Lysol"  does  this;  helps  keep  you  dainty! 

Get  "Lysol"  today,  at  your  drug  counter. 
Use  it  in  your  douche.  Be  sure  of  your- 
self—and secure  in  your  marriage! 

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surance,  "They  say  it  will  take  only  15  min- 
utes." 

Only  15  minutes!  Mike  returned  to  the 
room  where  her  mother  was  sitting,  quietly 
reading  a  religious  science  book.  He  sat 
down  to  wait  for  those  only  15  minutes  to 
pass,  and  by  the  time  his  watch  showed  an 
elapsed  30  minutes,  he  had  very  little  sanity 
left.  Amusing?  Such  situations  never  are 
to  expectant  fathers.  At  exactly  39  min- 
utes and  30  seconds,  Mike  was  certain  that 
something  must  have  gone  wrong.  He 
started  for  the  door. 

Mercifully,  a  young  interne  appeared  on 
the  scene  to  steady  him. 

"Congratulations,  Mr.  Wilding.  You  are 
the  father  of  a  fine  baby  boy!" 

"Yes!  Yes!  But  is  my  wife  all  right?" 

The  interne  ignored  the  question.  "Yes 
sir,  a  fine  baby  boy.  Now,  if  you'll  excuse 
me  .  .  ."  And  the  interne  was  gone. 

Mike  went  back  to  his  chair  and  took  a 
long  pull  at  the  small  bottle  of  scotch 
tucked  into  his  topcoat  by  an  understand- 
ing male  who  had  been  through  things  like 
this  before. 

If  hospital  attendants  are  correct,  the 
first  thing  Mike  said  to  Elizabeth  when  she 
had  conquered  her  drowsiness  long  enough 
to  comprehend,  were  the  exultant  words,  "I 
saw  him!" 

To  which  they  say  she  replied  with  a 
smile,  "That's  nothing.  I  saw  him  when  he 
was  five  seconds  old." 

And  indeed  she  had.  It  seems  that  drugs 
do  not  take  a  normal  effect  on  Liz.  People 
who  know  her  best  say  that  nothing  less 
than  a  tap  on  the  head  with  a  baseball  bat 
will  put  her  completely  under.  Thus,  she 
was  more  than  ordinarily  aware  of  what 
was  going  on,  and  watched  as  much  of  the 
proceedings  as  she  possibly  could  under 
the  circumstances.  About  one  thing  she 
was  disappointed,  however.  Her  ears  were 
stuffed  with  cotton  and  she  couldn't  hear 
Michael's  first  baby  cry  of  protest  as  he 
was  patted  on  the  po-po. 

Tn  the  days  that  have  followed,  a  great 
change  seems  to  have  come  over  Mrs. 
Mike  Wilding,  young  mother,  as  compared 
to  Elizabeth  Taylor,  the  darling  of  MGM. 
Whereas  in  months  and  years  past  there 
has  been  some  justified  comment  to  the 
effect  that  a  degree  of  selfishness  was  one 
of  Liz's  traits,  that  is  all  gone.  Her  two 
Michaels  are  her  entire  world,  and  beyond 
that  she  looks  forward  in  two  years,  or 
perhaps  less,  to  another  child. 

After  this  stout  assertion  of  further  am- 
bitions in  the  career  of  motherhood,  a 
friend  told  her,  "That's  all  very  well,  but 
with  only  two  bedrooms,  the  playroom  and 
the  maid's  quarters,  how  will  you  manage 
in  this  house?" 

"That's  simple,"  Liz  replied.  "We  have 
plenty  of  room  to  build  on  another  wing." 

Studio  bosses  may  hope  that  Liz  will 
temper  her  ambitions  somewhat  in  this 
direction.  By  this  time  she  should  be  work- 
ing in  the  picture,  The  Brothers  Were  Val- 
iant, her  long-postponed  film  with  Stewart 
Granger  and  Bob  Taylor.  Friends,  how- 
ever, are  delighted. 

"I  have  never  seen  such  a  change  in  any 
woman,"  declared  one  of  her  business  man- 
agers. "She  is  not  as  conscious  of  herself 
as  she  was.  She  seems  suddenly  to  have 
become  completely  adult.  I  think  it  will 
make  her  a  much  finer  actress,  but  people 
won't  be  able  to  persuade  her  to  do  things 
as  easily  as  they  have  in  the  past.  In  my 
opinion,  she  is  the  greatest  personality  we 
have  on  the  screen  today,  but  now  it's  the 
studio's  responsibility  to  see  that  she  has 
pictures  that  are  worthy  of  her  talents." 

Commenting  on  Mike,  this  same  astute 
agent,  who  insists  on  keeping  his  name  a 
secret,  says,  "He  is  a  sensitive  actor  who 
always  claims  he  hates  the  acting  profes- 
sion. I  don't  think  he  has  quite  found  him- 


self, but  I'm  convinced  that  he  will  one 
day,  very  soon,  perhaps  as  a  writer- 
director." 

In  the  midst  of  all  this  conjecture,  the 
Wildings  are  intently  occupied  behind 
the  closed  and  locked  gates  of  their  new 
home,  so  well  hidden  from  the  road  that 
even  with  one  of  those  movie  stars  homes 
maps  that  can  be  purchased  along  Sunset 
Boulevard,  no  one  may  peer  inside.  Mike 
has  said,  "With  my  memory  I'd  have  a  diffi- 
cult time  finding  my  own  house,  but  the 
number  1771  reads  the  same  forward  and 
backwards,  so  I  can't  miss." 

"Also,"  he  added,  "the  sign  reading  'Be- 
ware Of  The  Dog'  means  just  exactly 
that."  Aside  from  the  "watch"  variety, 
there  is  Gi-Gi,  the  poodle,  a  recent  mother 
of  two,  and  a  dachshund  who  can  hear  a 
twig  snap  at  two  blocks  away. 

This  near  barbed-wire  set-up  is  not  mo- 
tivated by  snobbishness  or  anti-social 
feelings  on  the  part  of  either  Michael  or 
Liz.  It  is  a  purely  practical  measure 
brought  about  in  part  by  some  pretty  un- 
pleasant experiences  before  and  just  after 
the  birth  of  their  son. 

Liz,  from  childhood,  has  known  how  to  1 
work  with  the  press.   She  understands  the  I 


PHOTO  CREDITS 

Below  you  will  find  credited  page  by  j 
page  the  photographs  which  appear  in 
this  issue. 

6 — Lt.  Bot.  Ambassador  Hotel  Photo  by  Antler, 
Rt.  Bot.  Jay  Scott,  7 — Lt.  Bot.  Jay  Scott,  Cen.  j 
Bot.    Jay   Scott,    8 — Warners,    11 — Top   Red  . 
Heppner,  Bot.  Bob  Beerman,  12 — Warners,  32 
— Globe  Photos,  38 — Roman  Freulich,  40 — Top,  i 
Wide  World,  Bot.  Beerman-Parry,  41 — Lt.  Top,  j 
Bob  Beerman,  Rt.  Top,  Bob  Beerman,  Lt.  Bot.,  ij 
Bob  Beerman,  Cen.  Bot.,  Warner  Brothers,  Rt. 
Bot.,  Jay  Scott,  42 — John  Engstead,  43 — Jack  1 

Woods,  Warner  Bros.,  44  Beerman-Parry,  45  ] 

— Beerman-Parry,  46 — Top,  Beerman-Parry,  | 
Lt.  Bot.  20th  Century-Fox,  Cen.  8s  Rt.  Bot. 
Beerman-Parry,  47 — Bot.  20th  Century-Fox, 
48 — Lt.  20th  Century-Fox,  Rt.  Bot.  Beerman- 
Parrv.  50 — Planet  News,  52 — Globe  Photos, 
53 — MGM,  I  Love  Melvin,  55 — 20th  Century-  1 
Fox,    56,    57 — Bert   Parry,    58-63 — Engstead,  ! 

Beerman  and  Parry,  64  Warner  Brothers,  65  | 

— NBC  Photo  by  Elmer  Holloway,  67 — Bob  t 
Beerman,  69 — Bob  Beerman. 

Abbreviations:  Bot.,  Bottom;  Cen.,  Center;  j 
Exc,  Except;  Lt.,  Left;  Rt.,  Right. 


importance  of  publicity,  and  has  always  fc 
cooperated  beautifully  with  the  people  who  11 
get  the  news.  It  was  sometimes  a  great 
strain  .  .  as  in  those  frantic  days  when-  I 
a  horde  of  reporters  haunted  her  to  learn  j 
the  truth  about  her  pending  divorce  from  J 
Nicky  Hilton  .  .  .  and  the  subsequent  wild  ' 
scramble  for  intimate  news  of  her  sudden 
marriage  in  England  to  personable  Mike  ? 
Wilding.  But  even  publicity-wise  Eliza-  s 
beth  Taylor  could  not  conceive  of  the  pitch  i 
the  news -fever  would  rise  to  in  the  effort  I 
to  be  the  first  to  break  the  story  of  Liz  fc 
and  her  baby,  complete  with  pictures.  (The  * 
contest  was  more  frenzied  than  usual  be-  si 
cause  of  resentment  felt  by  other  publica- 
tions  when  Modern  Screen  scooped  the  j  ai 
field  to  publish  an  exclusive  set  of  pictures  j  si 
of  Jane  Powell's  adorable  Suzanne  several .  , 
months  ago.)  tt 

So  the  fantastic  story  of  Elizabeth's  night-  cl 
mare  began.  At  this  point  no  one  could  | 
blame  her  if  she  believed  that  all  members  £ 
of  the  press  are  pathological  in  their  pur-  \  si 
suance  of  a  "Scoop." 

For  instance,  one  reporter  talked  a  friend  o 
of  his  into  going  up  to  the  Summit  Drive 
home  of  Liz  and  Mike,  disguised  as  a  gar-  3 
dener.  The  idea  was  that  the  young  man  I 
would  watch  his  chance,  slip  into  the  house  > 
and  snap  a  picture.  This  sort  of  thing,  as  i 
anyone  can  imagine,  is  liable  to  result  in 
someone  winding  up  in  jail.  Fortunately,  j 
the  young  man  was  unable  to  penetrate  the  j 


Wilding  house,  and  had  to  report  back  a 
failure. 

In  the  meantime,  dozens  of  photographic 
news  services,  reporters  and  editors  ham- 
mered away  at  the  problem.  They  called 
Mike  Wilding  by  long  distance  phone  until 
Mike  was  ready  to  pull  the  offending  in- 
strument out  by  the  roots.  They  contacted 
Elizabeth's  friends,  trying  to  convince  them 
to  steal  a  picture  of  the  baby.  They  even 
covered  all  of  the  camera  shops  in  Beverly 
Hills,  trying  to  find  the  place  at  which  Mike 
had  taken  his  snapshots  to  be  developed, 
just  in  case  there  might  be  a  loose  stray 
negative. 

What  has  happened  up  until  now,  ridicu- 
lous as  it  may  seem,  has  resulted  in  a  heavy 
veil  of  censorship,  behind  which  Elizabeth 
has  been  forced  to  retire,  temporarily,  in 
Garbo-like  silence.  And  a  wall  has  been 
built  around  the  love  of  the  Wildings,  fig- 
uratively and  literally. 

Tnside  that  wall  of  an  evening  Liz  and 
A  Mike  curl  up  together  in  the  living  room 
on  a  huge  lavender  couch.  Liz,  more  than 
likely  wearing  her  gift  from  Mike.  After 
the  baby  was  born  he  presented  her  with  a 
beautiful  strand  of  pearls,  interwoven  in  a 
golden  rope.  Naturally,  enough,  it's  her 
favorite  and  rarely  leaves  her  lovely 
throat  these  days.  The  Scotch  nurse,  who 
may  soon  be  leaving  because  Liz  has  ex- 
pressed a  desire  to  go  it  alone  with  little 
Michael  when  he's  a  trifle  older,  brings  the 
baby  in  for  big  Mike  to  burp.  He  doesn't 
quite  have  the  hang  of  it  yet,  and  more 
often  than  not  Liz  has  to  take  over. 

Then  silence  falls  over  the  house.  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  Wilding  may  watch  a  favorite 
television  program  for  a  while,  but  when 
an  English  picture  comes  on  with  Mike  in 
it,  he  gets  up  and  switches  it  off  in  spite 
of  her  protests,  for  as  he  has  put  it  on 
more  than  one  occasion,  "Ordinarily  I'm  a 
reasonable  enough  fellow,  but  I  don't  care 
for  my  acting." 

If  you  could  be  there  then  in  the  early 
evening,  with  Liz  and  Mike  as  they  look 
out  over  the  city  far  out  to  the  light  of 
ships  at  sea,  you  would  realize  that  is  one 
time  at  least  they  should  be  left  alone 
together,  for  they  are  just  beginning  to 
build  the  stuff  of  which  precious  memories 
are  made. 

You  could  chuckle  with  them  as  they 
recall  the  early  visitor  who  looked  at  the 
baby  and  exclaimed,  "How  beautiful — 
what  a  perfectly  shaped  head — why  he 
looks  exactly  like  a  human  being." 

Or  you  could  hear  Father  Wilding  say, 
"I  don't  know  when  I'll  get  used  to  it. 
Every  time  I  call  him  Michael,  I  feel  like 
I'm  talking  to  myself!" 

You  probably  have  seen  the  newspaper 
pictures,  if  they  have  been  released  by  this 
time,  and  noticed  the  same  thing  their 
friends  have — that  the  baby  has  his  moth- 
er's eyes  and  nose;  his  father's  mouth  and 
facial  characteristics.  He  smiles  the  same 
way  his  dad  does,  as  though  secretly 
amused  by  something. 

Perhaps  that's  because  he  knows,  even 
at  this  early  age,  that  his  mother  has  a  con- 
siderable sense  of  humor.  For  when 
Michael  was  only  two  weeks  old,  someone 
commented  that  his  full  head  of  hair 
:losely  resembled  his  dad's.  Liz,  her  eyes 
twinkling,  glanced  at  Mike's  fast  reced- 
ing hairline  as  she  exclaimed,  "Oh  a  lot 
of  babies  have  a  good  head  of  hair  just 
after  they  are  born.  But  don't  worry,  hell 
lose  it  soon  enough — just  like  his  father!" 

But  Mike,  Sr.,  didn't  lose  one  hair  over 
the  traditional  poser  asked  new  fathers: 
'Whom  do  you  think  she  loves  more — you 
or  the  baby?"  Mike  had  the  answer  in  a 
second,  and  it  should  become  a  classic: 
All  I  know  is  that  Liz  never  lets  me  out 
af  her  sight  and  I  will  never  let  her  out 
of  mine!"  END 


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Hollywood  fashion  party 

(Continued  from  page  58)  followed  by 
fruit  salad,  vegetable  salad,  coffee  and  a 
mouthwatering  array  of  desserts.  All  spe- 
cialties of  Hollywood's  famous  Brown 
Derby. 

Denise  Darcel,  who  looked  good  enough 
to  eat  herself,  in  a  dark  suit  with  white 
accent  and  chapeau,  had  a  constantly 
changing  series  of  admiring  male  luncheon 
partners.  Deborah  Kerr,  drifting  back  and 
forth  in  a  wispy  black  and  white  dotted 
dress,  looked  lovely,  as  did  Mala  Powers. 
Other  guests  who  gaily  chatted  with  De- 
nise and  Deborah  included  Charlton  Hes- 
ton,  Joan  Caulfield,  Marilyn  Maxwell, 
Janet  Leigh,  Leslie"  Caron,  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Barry  Sullivan,  Phyllis  Kirk  and  Elaine 
Stewart. 

The  judges'  table  looked  like  a  page 
from   Modern   Screen's   popularity  poll! 


Modern  Screen  wants  to  thank  these 
stars  for  taking  time  out  from  their  busy 
lives:  Nison  Tregor,  outstanding  sculptor 
of  the  age.  He  has  sculpted  President 
Dwight  D.  Eisenhower  and  will  fly  to 
England  soon  to  do  Queen  Elizabeth  II 
and  Winston  Churchill.  Pamela  Mason 
(Mrs.  James  Mason) :  playwright  and 
writer  under  the  name  Pamela  Kellino, 
hostess  of  Modern  Screen's  fashion  party. 
Dana  Andrews:   appearing  in  Para- 


Seated  at  it  were  Fernando  Lamas,  June 
Allyson,  Shelley  Winters,  Dick  Powell, 
Dana  Andrews,  Pamela  Mason,  Deborah 
Kerr,  Anne  Baxter,  Joan  Evans,  and  spe- 
cial guests  Radio  Commentator  Michael 
Silver  and  famous  sculptor,  Nison  Tregor. 

Esther  Williams,  who'd  been  chosen  as 
this  year's  M.  S.  fashion  commentator, 
started  the  showing  after  lunch.  The  ce- 
lebrities and  other  guests  settled  down 
into  their  chairs,  and  the  show  was  on! 

Hollywood's  top  models  paraded  the 
newest  Spring  styles  in  gaily  colored  cot- 
ton dresses,  cute  little  hats,  and  smart 
Spring  shoes.  They  twirled  adorable  um- 
brellas, useful  for  both  rain  and  shine,  as 
they  passed  in  review.  Each  member  of 
the  board  of  judges,  pencil  and  paper  in 
hand,  jotted  down  his  selections  for  the 
prize-winning  styles.  Afterwards,  the  de- 
cisions of  the  judges  were  announced. 
Then  the  stars  donned  the  winning  styles 
and    were    photographed    for  Modern 


mount's  Elephant  Walk.  Shelley  Win- 
ters, Universal-International  star  last 
seen  in  MGM's  My  Man  And  I.  Deborah 
Kerr,  next  in  MGM's  Dream  Wife.  June 
Allyson,  next  in  MGM's  Battle  Circus. 
Joan  Evans,  star  of  Samuel  Goldwyn 
pictures,  currently  appearing  in  Uni- 
versal-International's Columns  South. 
Fernando  Lamas,  next  in  MGM's  The 
Girl  Who  Had  Everything.  Esther 
Williams,  next  in  MGM's  Dangerous 


Screen's   star-studded    fashion  pages. 

As  the  exciting  afternoon  drew  to  a 
close,  the  stars  were  led  to  a  corner  of  the 
terrace,  for  the  "grab-bag"  contest.  Lin- 
ing up,  each  star  selected  a  present  from 
the  pile  of  prettily  wrapped  Easter  gifts. 
June  Allyson  was  first  up,  and  was  the 
lucky  winner  of  a  piece  of  Samsonite  Lug- 
gage. Other  gifts  were  Dana  20  Carats  per- 
fume and  cologne,  more  Samsonite  luggage, 
Encore  cigarettes,  Lubar's  gay  and  smart 
umbrellas,  Elgin  compacts,  Ledo's  exquis- 
ite rhinestone  jewelry,  Lennox  of  St.  Louis 
handbags,  Brown  Derby  cakes,  Paper- 
Mate  pens  stamped  with  "Modern  Screen 
Fashion  Party,"  personalized  Paper-Mate 
desk  sets  stamped  with  stars'  names,  men's 
bow-ties  (see  Dana  Andrews,  page  51), 
Holeproof  nylon  hosiery,  Luxite  nylon 
tricot  petticoats,  Ah-Footsie  denim  and 
terrycloth  playshoes  with  lush  foam  rub- 
ber soles,  and  Rose  Marie  Reid  dolls  with 
gift  certificates  for  bathing  suits.  END 


When  Wet,  a  Technicolor  production. 

Michael  Silver,  Managing  Director  of 
the  Commercial  Radio  Corporation  of 
Southern  Africa.  Dick  Powell,  last 
in  MGM's  The  Bad  And  The  Beautiful, 
and  recently  directed  the  filming  of 
RKO's  Split  Second,  starring  Jane  Rus- 
sell and  Victor  Mature.  Anne  Baxter, 
star  of  Warner's  I  Confess  (Alfred 
Hitchcock's  new  thriller  filmed  in 
Canada) . 


Hollywood's  newest  sex  queen 

(Continued  from  page  49)  Peter-Pannish 
paddock  girl  job  in  The  Return  Of  October 
with  Glenn  Ford  and  after  that  romped 
with  a  blown-up  gorilla  in  Mighty  Joe 
Young  to  become  the  Saturday  morning 
heroine  of  the  bikestand  set.  And  that's 
how  almost  everyone  around  town  still 
sized  up  Terry  as  an  actress — just  another 
juvenile. 

But  they  don't  any  more.  They  sure 
don't.  And  the  person  who  switched  all 
this  stymied  thinking  to  more  constructive 
channels — high  time,  too — is  nobody  but 
Terry  Moore  herself. 

About  a  year  ago,  Terry  added  up  her 
Hollywood  prospects  and  the  answer 
came  dangerously  close  to  zero.  She  had 
a  contract  at  Columbia  but  it  had  dribbled 
along  with  only  five  pictures  in  five  years 
and  option  time  was  approaching.  Terry 
had  a  hunch  her  option  wouldn't  be  lifted 
and  she  wasn't  sure  she  wanted  it  lifted, 
either.  So,  getting  an  idea,  she  picked  up 
her  telephone  and  called  Paul  Nathan, 
producer  Hal  Wallis'  casting  director.  "I'm 
Terry  Moore,"  she  told  him.  "I  want  to 
play  Marie  Buckholder  in  Come  Back, 
Little  Sheba.  Please — will  you  see  me?" 

"Why  not?"  he  came  back.  "I've  seen 
about  everyone  else" — which  was  the  truest 
of  talk.  Already,  about  every  busty  belle 
and  curvaceous  cutie  in  Hollywood  had 
been  considered  for  the  part — including 
Marilyn  Monroe.  And  they'd  all  been  put 
back  in  the  cheesecake  box,  including 
Marilyn. 

Terry  Moore  slipped  on  her  "lucky  out- 
fit"— a  royal  blue  sweater  and  a  royal  blue 
skirt,  and  looking  like  what  she  was  meant 
to  be — a.  college  co-ed — gunned  her  Chevvy 
over  to  Paramount.  Inside,  she  read  a 
scene,  and  in  a  fast  triple  play  from  Nathan 
to  Director  Danny  Mann  to  Wallis,  she  got 
the  part. 

If  you've  seen  Terry  Moore's  sex-loaded 
scenes  with  Richard  Jaeckel  in  Come  Back, 
88  Little  Sheba,  you'll  know  what  the  shout- 


ing's all  about.  But  if  you  haven't  or  until 
you  do,  well — 

One  producer  came  out  of  the  preview 
shaking  his  head  unbelievingly.  "I  thought 
Hollywood  had  done  everything  there  was 
to  do  with  sex,"  he  marvelled,  "but  I  was 
wrong.  This  is  new — and  the  best  yet.  It's 
sex  with  a  fresh  scrubbed  look!" 

Another  hungry  critic  who  has  seen 
them  all  come  and  go  promptly  offered  to 
eat  his  typewriter,  "If  the  scenes  between 
Dick  Jaeckel  and  Terry  Moore  aren't  the 
sexiest  since  Garbo  and  Gilbert." 

But  a  fan,  maybe,  said  it  with  the  most 
powerful  prose.  "Terry,"  he  wrote,  "you 
sure  put  the  'she'  in  'Sheba'!" 

But  while  all  of  this — not  only  the  new 
deal  in  Hollywood  sex  appeal,  but  the  fact 
that  Terry  Moore  can  act — is  a  surprise  to 
everyone  else,  to  Terry  the  only  amazing 
thing  is  that  it  took  so  long.  This  is  her 
third  Hollywood  "discovery"  over  a  stretch 
of  13  years.  Twice  before  she's  watched 
great  expectations  fizzle  out  for  one  reason 
or  another.  This  time,  she's  making  sure 
they  stick. 

Even  before  the  Sheba  results  got  around 
Hollywood,  Terry  took  typical  Moore 
measures  to  keep  her  luck  warmed  up. 
One  hot  August  day  last  summer  she  raced 
to  the  San  Diego  airport,  grabbed  the  con- 
trols of  a  rented  plane  and  pointed  it  north 
toward  Hollywood.  She  was  after  another 
job. 

Minutes  before,  her  agent  had  called  her 
at  La  Jolla,  where  she  was  playing  summer 
stock.  He  told  her  that  Director  Elia  Kazan 
would  see  her  that  day  about  a  part  in  his 
next  picture — that  is,  if  she  could  make  it 
by  four  o'clock.  Could  she?  It  was  past 
noon  then.  She  had  a  performance  that 
night.  Terry  didn't  think  twice.  "Sure," 
she  said. 

It  was  after  three  when  she  swooped 
down  on  Clover  Field,  yelled,  "Keep  it 
warm!"  to  the  gasser  and  roared  away  with 
the  waiting  agent.  She  wore  pedal  pushers, 
a  T-shirt  and  tennis  sneakers. 

Minutes  later,  she  stood  disheveled  and 
breathless,   before  the  man  with  whom 


every  star  in  Hollywood  yearns  to  make 
a  picture.  Terry  had  never  met  Kazan  be- 
fore. On  her  way  in  she'd  run  a  gauntlet 
of  hopefully  waiting  starlets,  gussied  up 
to  the  eyebrows.  The  great  director  sur- 
veyed the  touseled  apparition,  a  little  puz- 
zled. He  was  hunting  a  sexy  girl,  too. 

"Well,"  he  finally  observed,  "who  are 
you  and  what  can  you  do?" 

"I'm  Terry  Moore,"  she  told  "Gadge" 
Kazan.  "I  can  fly  a  plane,  and  I  can  break 
wild  horses.  I  can  act,  too  and  I  can  also 
be  very  mean." 

"Wonderful!"  Kazan  grinned.  "I'm  sick 
of  'glamor'  girls.  Come  right  this  way." 
A  little  later,  Terry  walked  out  with  the 
prize  part  of  The  Man  On  The  Tightrope, 
which  she  recently  made  in  Germany.  And 
in  which,  they  say,  she  steams  up  an  icy 
Alpine  stream  in  a  flesh-colored  bathing- 
suit  love  scene  with  Cameron  Mitchell,  the 
like  of  which  has  never  been  seen. 

After  that,  Kazan  called  Terry  "a  female 
Marlon  Brando"  (his  highest  praise)  and 
Twentieth  Century -Fox  signed  her  to  a 
long  term  contract — but  only  after  some 
pretty  spirited  bidding.  Five  other  studios 
wanted  Terry,  too.  Everyone  agrees  that 
it  couldn't  happen  to  a  nicer  girl.  Only  it's 
not  entirely  correct  to  say  it  happened. 
Terry  Moore  made  it  happen,  which  is  the 
way  she's  been  operating  ever  since  she 
was  born  Helen  Luella  Koford  at  the  Meth- 
odist Hospital  in  Los  Angeles,  Jan.  7,  1930. 

While  Terry  herself  is  a  typically  Cali- 
fornia product,  her  dad,  Lamar  Ko- 
ford, is  half  Swede  and  half  Dane,  and  her 
mother,  the  former  Luella  Bickmore,  is 
half  Danish  and  half  Scotch.  That  makes 
Terry  three-fourths  Scandinavian  by  blood, 
which  you  can  spot  right  away  in  her 
slightly  tilted  eyes  that  are  the  green-blue 
of  a  glacial  lake  and  in  her  skin,  as  smooth 
and  soft  as  a  snowbank.  The  Scotch  in 
Terry  comes  out  with  thick  coal  black  eye- 
brows that  still  have  to  be  plucked  daily 
and  equally  ebon  lashes.  Both  Viking 
boldness  and  canny  Highlander  persistence 
have  cropped  out  in  Terry  all  her  life. 
Once,  when  she  was  four,  in  suburban 


Glendale  where  she  grew  up,  her  mother 
took  her  to  the  doctor's  for  a  whooping 
cough  shot.  She  turned  to  talk  to  the  nurse 
and  when  she  looked  around  her  daughter 
was  outside  the  window  teetering  on  a 
ledge  ten  stories  above  the  pavement. 
"Wait,"  hissed  the  nurse,  "we  can't  scare 
her."  She  sidled  over  to  the  window  and 
asked,  "Is  there  anything  interesting  down 
there?"  Then,  as  the  intrepid  toddler 
peered  to  see  if  there  was,  she  grabbed  her. 

Another  time,  on  a  family  visit  to  the 
Griffith  Park  Zoo,  they  paused  before  the 
Hon  cage  just  as  the  attendant  came  along 
with  the  afternoon  horsemeat.  When  he 
opened  the  gates,  Helen  shot  in  after  him, 
enchanted  with  the  roars.  He  snatched  her 
away  from  the  beasts,  but  when  he  turned 
to  go  back  Helen  was  on  his  heels  again. 
This  time  they  hustled  her  out  of  the  zoo. 

The  trouble  was  that  Terry  was  endowed 
with  the  natural  curiosity  of  a  kitten,  the 
spunk  of  a  terrier  and  the  legs  of  a  jack- 
rabbit — a  dangerous  combination  for  any 
kid.  On  top  of  that,  she  was  an  unrecon- 
structed tomboy,  who  scorned  sissy  diver- 
sions until,  in  fact,  just  recently.  Now  she's 
collecting  dolls,  "Making  up,"  as  Terry 
grins,  "for  my  misspent  childhood." 

But  what  Helen  Koford  liked  back  then 
was  action.  The  boys'  gangs  she  raced  with 
on  the  block  called  her  "Cottontail"  and 
"Doe"  because  she  could  scoot  so  fast.-  "I 
was  the  best  dirt  clod  fighter  for  my  weight 
and  age  on  our  block,"  Terry  boasts.  "I 
could  bean  a  kid  and  then  get  the  heck  out 
of  there."  Speed,  in  fact,  became  a  fetish 
which  Terry  still  thrills  to  as  she  streaks 
through  the  air  at  the  controls  of  a  plane. 

Up  in  Downey,  Idaho,  where  Helen  spent 
summer  vacations  with  her  aunts  and 
uncles,  a  neighboring  ranch  trained  race- 
horses and,  naturally,  that's  where  she 
sneaked  whenever  she  could,  climbing  over 
the  fence  and  breezing  the  thoroughbreds 


at  full  gallop  up  and  down  the  track  until 
she  got  caught.  Her  own  relatives'  farm 
raised  minks  and  silver  foxes  and  it  was 
there  that  Helen  acquired  a  fierce  love  for 
all  kinds  of  critters.  She  still  picks  up 
dead  birds  and  buries  them  in  her  back- 
yard with  little  crosses,  loves  everything 
that  flies,  hops,  gallops  or  pads  and  had  a 
wonderful  time  making  Mighty  Joe  Young 
even  though  a  frenzied  horse  almost 
trampled  her.  The  same  goes  for  her  recent 
circus  picture,  The  Man  On  The  Tightrope 
where  a  jumbo  elephant  pussyfooted  up 
behind  Terry  and  almost  squashed  her  to 
grease  before  the  German  lion  tamer 
snatched  her  to  safety.  As  a  matter  of 
fact,  Terry  loves  animals  so  much  that 
until  recently  she  kept  a  pet  constrictor 
named  "Midnight,"  which  she  picked  up 
in  Florida.  She  missed  him  so  much  when 
she  flew  to  Germany  last  year  that  she 
had  him  flown  over — but,  conditioned  to 
sea -level,  the  snake  coiled  up  and  died. 

Tn  the  face  of  all  the  above,  it  is  not  only 
remarkable  that  Helen  Koford  grew 
up  to  be  the  leading  exponent  of  a  new  sex 
appeal  in  Hollywood.  As  her  mother  says 
it's  remarkable  enough  that  she  ever  grew 
up.  But  as  any  parent  knows  such  kids 
lead  a  charmed  life.  They  also  know  that 
often  the  most  hopeless  tomboy  turns  into 
the  most  luscious  lovely. 

There  was  another  factor  which  served 
to  keep  Miss  Helen  Koford  from  growing 
up  and  joining  the  Marines.  She  loved  to 
perform.  Blessed  with  a  native  imagina- 
tion of  a  Scheherezade,  and  the  mimicry  of 
a  chimpanzee,  Helen  Luella  was  lured  into 
frocks  and  frills  with  the  promise  that  she 
could  recite  It's  true  that  at  first  her  sub- 
jects ran  to  cop-car  sirens,  machine  guns, 
etc.,  and  once  at  three  her  mother  caught 
her  taping  potholders  on  her  shoulders 
after  a  look  at  the  U.S.C.  football  squad  in 


the  newspaper.  But  gradually  she  was 
channeled  into  a  more  ladylike  repertoire 
and  at  four  she  made  her  first  hit. 

That  was  on  a  Mother's  Day  program  at 
the  Mormon  Church  when  she  recited 
"Somebody's  Mother"  and — even  though  it 
was  church — the  congregation  rose  up  and 
clapped.  From  then  on  Helen  was  reading 
and  memorizing  everything  she  could  find 
(she  could  read  before  she  went  to  kinder- 
garten) even  writing  her  own  skits. 

Neighbors  used  to  call  her  mother  up. 
"Can  I  borrow  Helen  this  afternoon?" 
they'd  ask.  "We're  having  company."  Helen 
was  always  pleased  to  oblige.  At  school 
teachers  trotted  into  her  room  whispered 
to  her  teacher  and  crooked  a  finger.  Some 
emergency  had  arisen  but  Helen  would 
keep  the  kids  quiet.  She  filled  in  at  as- 
semblies, at  about  every  kind  of  Glendale 
clambake.  "There  used  to  be  a  saying 
among  the  kids  at  school,"  recalls  Terry, 
"in  case  of  fire,  call  Koford!" 

But  it  was  all  good  experience,  just  how 
good  is  attested  by  the  fact  that — even 
though  some  say  she's  ripe  for  an  Academy 
Award  today — Terry  Moore  has  yet  to 
have  a  drama  lesson. 

By  the  time  she  was  ten  and  in  fifth 
grade,  Mrs.  Koford's  tilt-nosed,  blonde 
daughter  was  as  well  known  as  the  mayor 
of  Glendale  and  twice  as  popular.  And,  as 
invariably  happens  with  fireball  kiddies  so 
close  to  Hollywood,  what  her  mother  got 
was,  "That  girl  ought  to  be  in  the  movies." 
Thrilling  words  to  most  girls,  but  Helen 
didn't  seem  at  all  impressed. 

It  took  an  interested  neighbor  to  sic 
Helen  on  a  Hollywood  career,  or  rather  to 
sic  it  on  Helen.  What  this  lady,  Ann  Jensen, 
did  was  to  have  a  photograph  taken  of 
Helen  and  then,  unknown  to  the  Kofords, 
pay  $10  to  have  it  printed  in  a  Hollywood 
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The  week  the  book  was  published,  Twen- 
tieth Century-Fox  called  Mrs.  K.  "Do  you 
have  a  little  blonde  girl  named  Helen 
Koford — and  can  she  ride  a  horse?"  they 
asked.  That  did  it  for  Helen — the  horse. 
She  didn't  take  any  chances  on  missing 
the  fun.  "I  was  wearing  braces  on  my 
teeth  then,"  she  remembers,  "and  I  knew 
that  would  ruin  everything.  I  went  to  the 
orthodentist  and  had  them  taken  off.  Well, 
the  very  first  thing  they  said  was,  'This 
girl  wears  braces  on  her  teeth.'  So  I  had 
to  have  them  all  cemented  on  again.  I 
spent  my  paycheck  before  I  .even  got  it." 
But  her  screen  debut  was  even  sadder. 

The  picture  was  Maryland,  a  race  horse 
epic.  Helen  rode  her  horse,  all  right,  and 
loved  it,  for  four  days  at  $25  a  day.  At 
school  she  spread  the  exciting  news  of  her 
impending  triumph.  Finally  along  with 
her  girl  friends  she  saw  Maryland.  She 
wasn't  in  it.  Instead  she  was  in  disgrace. 

"What  a  liar!"  scoffed  one  girl.  "I'll  bet 
you  made  it  all  up.  You  never  were  in  the 
movies." 

"Maybe  you  were,"  said  another.  "But 
you  were  so  punk  they  had  to  cut  you  out." 

The  sting  of  that  smack-down,  however, 
was  soothed  somewhat  by  child  parts  in 
three  fine  movies  which  rescued  Helen's 
reputation:  Gaslight,  The  Howards  Of  Vir- 
ginia, and  My  Gal  Sal.  Other  exciting 
things  also  happened  to  Helen  Luella  Ko- 
ford, including  two  careers  she  hadn't  even 
thought  about:  One,  in  Hollywood  radio, 
and  another  as  America's  magazine  cover 
queen.  In  fact,  about  seven  years  ago,  un- 
less you  were  deaf  or  blind,  it  was  hard  to 
miss  Helen  Koford  over  the  air  or  on  the 
newsstands. 

C  he  started  radio  right  at  the  bottom — 
^  acting  in  commercials.  But  when  Helen 
did  commercials  the  audience  applauded. 
Soon  she  was  one  of  the  three  girls  who 
carried  almost  the  entire  child  acting  load 
at  the  Hollywood  ether  studios — a  fixture 
on  coast-to-coast  shows  like  Mayor  Of  The 
Town,  the  Bob  Burns  Show,  Big  Town,  A 
Date  With  Judy  to  name  a  few.  Then  one 
day  Tom  Kelley,  a  commercial  photog- 
rapher, took  a  couple  of  pictures.  He  sent 
them  East  tucked  in  a  package  of  others. 
What  he  got  back  from  his  agent  was  an 
excited  wire:  "This  Koford  kid  is  loaded 
with  personality.  Sold  the  two  for  covers. 
Can  sell  all  you  send."  But  Kelley  was 
busy  and  didn't  follow  through.  He  told 
Helen  about  it  though.  She's  not  a  gal  to 
let  anything  cool  down. 

Driving  through  Hollywood  next  day  on 
her  way  to  a  radio  show  she  spotted  a 
sign,  "John  Randolph,  Commercial  Photog- 
rapher." Helen  walked  right  in  and  kept 
walking  in  every  week  for  the  next  two 
years.  During  that  time  Randolph  photo- 
graphed nobody  but  her.  As  a  result  Helen 
landed  on  the  cover  of  about  every  big 
time  magazine.  Outside  of  Linda  Christian 
she  had  no  cover  girl  rival.  She  made  40 
odd,  more  than  any  other  girl  in  the  U.S.A. 

What  Helen  Koford  revealed  in  those 
cover  girl  days  is  exactly  what  Terry 
Moore  is  still  proving  today — that  fresh, 
young  sex  can  be  something  besides  can- 
yons of  cleavage  and  bikini  shorts.  In 
every  cover,  ad,  or  artist's  portrait  Helen 
Koford  posed  for  she  was  "fresh-scrubbed 
and  clean  cut."  She  beamed  a  smile  like 
morning  sunshine.  She  posed  with  water 
dripping  off  her  face,  snow  in  her  hair, 
sunlight,  wind  and  rain  on  her  cheeks.  She 
posed  on  horses,  with  dogs,  in  a  pool,  play- 
ing tennis,  on  skiis.  She  looked  like  some- 
body's daughter,  some  boy's  girl,  the  sweet 
kid  next  door.  She  still  does — but  oh,  what 
a  kid! 

Strangely  enough,  it  wasn't  this  feminine 
charm  that  put  Helen  back  in  the 
Hollywood  running  for  the  second  time, 


after  she'd  framed  her  high  school  diploma. 
On  the  contrary — following  a  brief  contract 
with  Eagle- Lion  which  did  little  for  Helen 
except  change  her  name  to  Jan  Ford — she 
was  grabbed  by  Columbia  for  The  Return 
Of  October  to  make  her  biggest  hit  so  far 
playing — that's  right — a  tomboy. 

Helen,  or  Jan,  was  such  a  convincing 
tomboy,  though,  that  everyone  said,  "Why, 
you  are  Terry,"  (the  character's  name) 
and  so  for  the  second  time  Helen  Koford 
rechristened  herself.  The  "Moore"  comes 
from  the  last  half  of  her  mother's  maiden 
name,  Bickmore.  She's  kind  of  sorry  she's 
stuck  with  it  now,  though.  "Terry"  sounds 
like  such  a  bobby-soxer,  and  after  all,  she's 
pretty  thoroughly  grown  up. 

For  a  while  it  looked  as  if  her  screen 
career  was  off  to  the  races  at  last.  Terry 
toured  22  cities,  with  the  picture,  came, 
saw  and  conquered.  Newspapers  pro- 
claimed: "A  new  star  is  born!"  They  called 
her  "The  girl  with  the  champagne  person- 
ality," made  her  a  Kentucky  Colonel — all 
kinds  of  things.  But  back  in  Hollywood 
all  that  was  soon  forgotten.  One  part  a 
year  was  the  best  Terry  could  do.  The 
string  of  so-so  pictures — Gambling  House, 
He's  A  Cockeyed  Wonder,  Sunny  Side  Of 
the  Street,  Barefoot  Mailman — kept  her 
talent  under  wraps — especially  'since  her 
contract  vetoed  both  radio  and  magazine 
covers.  For  a  mile-a-minute  girl  like  Terry 
it  was  a  pretty  painful  period. 

"I  almost  went  crazy,"  she  says.  To  keep 
sane  she  took  UCLA  extension  courses, 
and  now  has  two  years'  college  credits  on 
a  psychology  major,  plans  to  wind  up  a 
PhD.  There  was  also  plenty  of  time  for  a 
social  whirl.  Terry  Moore  has  scads  of 
friends. 

Elizabeth  Taylor,  Ann  Blyth,  Jane 
Powell,  Diana  Lynn — all  of  these  and 
dozens  more,  Terry  has  chummed  with 
since  her  early  teens.  Besides  football  cap- 
tains, she  dated  young  movie  actors  such 
as  Jerome  Courtland,  Darryl  Hickman, 
Dick  Long,  Craig  Hill,  Roddy  MacDowell. 
She  and  Roddy  were  double  dating  with 
Liz  and  Glenn  Davis  the  night  that  roman- 
tic West  Point  athlete  first  asked  Terry 
for  a  date. 

A lot  of  people  have  concluded  that  Terry 
Moore  captured  the  famous  "Mister 
Outside"  on  his  rebound  from  Liz  Taylor — 
but  that's  not  quite  the  way  it  happened. 
True,  that  night  was  the  last  night  Glenn 
ever  took  Elizabeth  out,  but  Terry  still 
figured  he  was  her  girl  friend's  private 
property.  So  she  said  "No"  and  kept  say- 
ing it  when  Glenn  called  her  during  the 
next  few  weeks.  When  he  went  back  to 
West  Point  to  coach  he  wrote  her  letters. 
She  didn't  answer  them.  In  fact,  it  was  a 
good  year  and  a  half  later  before  Glenn 
called  again  and  she  gave  him  a  date.  By 
that  time  Liz  had  already  been  engaged 
again  to  Bill  Pawley  and  had  said  "Yes"  to 
Nicky  Hilton.  So  Terry's  conscience  was 
clear,  even  if  her  spinning  head  wasn't. 

It  was  a  fast-breaking  courtship  with 
football's  speed  merchant  once  it  got  going. 
That  first  date  was  New  Year's  night  for 
the  Los  Angeles  Times'  Annual  Sports 
Award  dinner.  Everybody  who's  done  any- 
thing in  the  world  of  sports  is  honored 
then,  and  Terry — a  great  sports  fan — got 
dizzy  watching  the  muscled  celebrities. 
Then  Glenn  took  her  to  the  Rose  Bowl 
game  in  Pasadena,  but  she  can't  even  re- 
member who  played.  After  that  came  a 
junket  to  Chicago  for  a  charity  TV  Mara- 
thon, and  Glenn  was  there,  too.  Next,  in- 
vited to  Honolulu  for  an  All-Star  basket- 
ball exhibition  with  the  Globetrotters. 
Davis  wrangled  plane  tickets  for  Terry 
and  her  mother— and  that  did  it. 

What  the  tropical  moon,  swaying  palms, 
throbbing  guitars  and  hula  girls  didn't  do, 
the  columnists  and  Terry's  friends  did. 


All  raved,  "Glenn  and  you  make  a  perfect 
pair."  "It  just  kind  of  snowballed,"  Terry 
says  today.  "I  guess  Glenn  caught  me  in 
the  end  of  my  football  era."  Anyway,  in 
those  five  days  they  became  engaged  and 
were  married  in  the  Glendale  Mormon 
church  February  9,  1952.  After  a  flying 
honeymoon  to  Panama,  Acapulco  and 
Guatemala  they  drove  to  Texas,  where 
Glenn  entered  the  oil  business.  Two  months 
later,  on  April  14,  Terry  sued  for  divorce 
on  the  familiar  grounds  of  "mental  cruelty." 

The  only  way  to  explain  an  alliance  that 
short  lived  is  that  it  must  have  all  been 
a  mistake.  Terry  doesn't  deny  this.  She 
has  a  hunch  it  was  infatuation  rather  than 
love  and  she's  frank  in  admitting  that 
maybe  she  wasn't  ready  to  be  a  wife,  cer- 
tainly not  Glenn's  wife.  There  are  few 
nicer  fellows  than  Glenn  Davis,  but  at 
heart  he's  an  old-fashioned  boy  who  obvi- 
ously expected  his  bride  to  sit  around  the 
house  and  be  just  plain  Mrs.  Davis.  Terry 
can't  sit  around  anywhere.  In  the  one- 
room  apartment  where  they  started  house- 
keeping, she  found  it  stifling  to  talk  recipes 
and  things  with  the  other  wives  while 
Glenn  went  duck  hunting  with  the  boys. 
"I  wanted  to  go  duck  hunting  with  the 
boys,  too,"  admits  Terry. 

When  her  studio  called  her  back  to  test 
for  a  picture  (that  was  never  made) ,  Holly- 
wood looked  like  heaven  to  her.  "I'm  not 
the  type  for  Texas,"  she  wrote  Glenn  and 
it  was  all  amicably  called  off.  The  divorce, 
final  this  April,  is  the  first  in  her  family 
and  Terry's  not  proud  of  it  at  all.  But  she 
isn't  the  kind  to  cry  over  spilt  milk,  either, 
or  to  sit  around  wringing  her  hands.  She 
got  back  into  circulation  pronto. 

Today  the  stag  line  forms  to  the  right: 
Hugh  O'Brien,  Nels  Larsen,  Mel  Rives,  a 
Korean  war  jet  hero— there  goes  that  list 
again!  Of  them  all,  perhaps  Terry's  most 
simpatico  with  Lawrence  Harvey,  a  bril- 


liant young  British  actor  brought  to  Holly- 
wood for  The  Robe.  They're  having  lots  of 
fun  party  and  pub  crawling,  but  she's  not 
trying  on  any  rings  even  for  size.  "I'm 
afraid  I  don't  fall  in  love  with  men,"  says 
Moore,  a  little  helplessly,  "I  fall  in  love 
with  their  talent."  At  various  times,  she 
admits  she's  tumbled  hard  for  the  great 
gifts  of  people  like  Danny  Thomas,  Mickey 
Rooney,  Johnny  Ray,  Elia  Kazan,  John 
Huston— yes— and  Glenn  Davis.  Maybe  that 
best  explains  the  why  of  their  marriage— 
and  its  break-up.  "Someday  though,"  be- 
lieves Terry,  "it  will  be  different  and  then 
it's  for  keeps  and  for  kids,  two  of  them— 
one  of  each  kind." 

"D  ight  now  Terry's  young  life  is  crowded 
Al  with  other  diverse  and  exciting  activi- 
ties besides  her  hi-balling  career.  She's 
learning  German  and  Spanish.  She's  still 
chasing  her  college  degree.  She's  collect- 
ing dolls  and  stuffed  animals  from  all  over 
the  world.  She's  flying  planes— still  rented 
ones,  although  she's  saving  up  for  a  Cessna 
140.  Terry  has  her  pilot's  license  and  170 
hours  and  is  out  for  a  two-engine  certifi- 
cate next.  Sometimes,  when  the  traffic's 
heavy,  she  hires  a  job  at  Clover  Field,  and 
wings  home. 

That  home  is  still  in  Glendale,  the  same 
attractive  cottage  where  Terry  grew  up, 
glamorized  only  by  Terry's  redecorated 
bedroom,  her  dolls,  some  Dresden  figurines 
she  brought  back  from  Germany,  and  the 
chronic  bouquets  of  posies  from  beaux. 
Neither  her  dad,  a  credit  investigator,  her 
mother,  or  brother,  Wally,  are  impressed 
with  their  famous  girl  by  now — it's  really 
an  old  story  with  the  Kofords,  although 
they're  happy,  of  course,  to  see  things 
breaking  Terry's  way  at  last.  Her  dad 
handles  her  money,  because  Terry  is  the 
kind  who  is  likely  to  give  anyone  who 
asks  her  two  tens  for  a  five. 


Terry  doesn't  get  pampered  at  home,  but 
she's  not  the  kind  who  needs  it.  In  Ba- 
varia last  fall  Terry  stayed  in  a  pension 
with  40  people  to  one  bathroom  and  spent 
one  entire  wintry  day  in  that  icy  moun- 
tain stream  with  nothing  on  her  but  that 
flesh- colored  swim  suit.  She  got  certain 
parts  of  her  anatomy  numbed  by  the  cold 
but  no  complaints.  Actually  she's  been 
fairly  lucky,  considering  her  Fearless  Fa- 
gan  existence  since  birth,  to  come  off  with 
nothing  worse  than  a  cracked  shin  skiing, 
and  having  her  tonsils  out.  Maybe  the 
secret  of  her  indestructible  body  is  that 
she  sleeps  like  a  baby  for  nine  hours  a 
night,  no  matter  what,  and  can  drift  off 
to  dreamland  in  two  minutes,  sitting, 
standing,  or  riding  a  roller  coaster,  if  she 
wants  to.  "What  really  relaxes  me  is  ex- 
citement and  work,"  swears  Terry. 

Tf  that's  true,  then  from  now  on  Terry 
A  Moore  should  remain  as  pleasantly  limp 
as  a  possum.  Because,  with  the  new  deal 
in  sex  appeal  that  she's  handed  Hollywood, 
Terry  Moore  could  be  quintuplets  and  still 
not  meet  the  demand.  And,  I'm  pretty 
sure,  that  would  be  just  dandy  with  her. 

After  getting  her  name  on  the  dotted  line 
at  20th  Century-Fox,  Darryl  Zanuck's  tal- 
ent chief,  Lew  Schreiber,  called  Terry  at 
home.  "We  want  to  make  you  welcome 
here  and  we  want  to  make  you  happy,"  he 
said.  "What  can  we  do?" 

"Keep  me  busy,"  replied  Terry.  That 
would  be  easy,  promised  Schreiber. 

"You  see,"  explained  Terry  Moore,  "my 
Mormon  grandpa  has  a  saying:  "It's  better 
to  wear  out  than  to  rust  out." 
_  At  this  point,  the  chances  of  slow  oxida- 
tion setting  in  on  Terry  Moore  seem  fairly 
remote— say— about  10,000,000-to-l.  As  for 
needing  new  parts  or  replacements — for 
either  her  engine  or  chassis — why,  she's 
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"I  know  a  lot  of  little  things  about  myself 
...  I  love  the  classics,  hate  large  corsages, 
crave  for  an  enormous  bathroom,  and  eat  gera- 
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FRIENDS  .  .  .  what  attracts  them,  what  keeps  them, 
what  loses  them?  They  say  that  of  a  half-dozen 
good  friends  a  person  may  have  at  any  given  time, 
only  three  will  remain  close  friends  at  the  end 
of  a  five-year  period.  That  goes  pretty  well  for 
me.  People  change.  But  when  I  meet  an  old 
friend  I  haven't  seen  for  ages  and  she  cries,  "My, 
but  you've  changed!"  it's  always  a  tense  few 
seconds  for  me  until  I  hear  which  way ! 

You  may  know  someone  who  is  in  the  process 
of  changing.  If  you  catch  her  at  such  a  time  and 
like  her  well  enough  you'll  understand  what's  going 
on  and  give  her  an  opportunity  to  get  to  be  what- 
ever she  is  on  her  way  to  be  .  .  .without  undue 
criticism.  The  "in  between"  periods  are  sometimes 
bad  periods.  The  old  friend  I  like  to  meet  is  the 
one  who  will  say,  "My,  Diana!  You've  become 
more  glamorous!"  Only  I  don't  think  I'm  glamor- 
ous anyway  (It's  raining  today). 

My  perpetual  worry  is  that  my  friends  will 
think  I'm  a  snob  because  I  won't  say  "Hello"  when 
we  pass.  Often,  without  my  glasses  on,  I  can't 
recognize  them.  I  use  my  glasses  when  driving  but 
never  when  walking.  I  can  walk  without  them  .  .  . 
but  I  don't  always  know  whom  I'm  passing  (or 
passing  up!). 

THE  THING  I  MISS  MOST  in  California  are  peonies; 
they  just  don't  grow  out  here,  or  at  least  not 
where  I  can  ever  see  them.  The  thing  I  miss  most  on 
the  road  is  a  home.  I  hate  hotel  rooms  no  matter 
how  beautifully  decorated  and  that  is  why  I  always 
rent  a  house  or  an  apartment  if  I  am  making  an 
extended  stay  in  any  city.  I  need  the  warmth  of 
a  home  feeling.  I'm  looking  forward  to  decorating 
a  new  apartment  now.  I'm  going  to  use  cheerful 
colors;  I'm  depending  on  having  a  fireplace.  I'm 
not  thinking  of  a  big  place.  I  believe  the  days 
of  the  lavish  movie  star  are  gone  forever.  It  is 
much  better  to  be  well  off  at  SO  than  to  have  seven 
minks  now.  Yet  ...  I  dream  always  of  an 
enormous  bathroom  with  wall  to  wall  carpeting, 
shelves  by  the  tub  for  cosmetics  and  a  tray  to' 
make  reading  possible.  (If  Marlon  Brando  wants 
to  live  in  a  cold  water  flat  that's  okay  with  me). 

Coming  back  to  flowers  I  used  to  eat  leaves  before 
they  called  it  chlorophyll.  I  recommend  geranium 
leaves;  very  tasty.  And  I  think  the  French  are 
right  about  the  parsley  chefs  put  on  your  plates; 
the  French  don't  consider  it  just  a  decoration — 
they  eat  it.  I  am,  and  have  always  been  since  I  can 
remember,  an  ice  eater.  Leaving  the  subject  of 
flowers — I  love  yellow  blooms,  and  also  flowering 
fruit  trees.  Coming  back  to  apartments — nobody 
ever  said  I  was  neat  but  every  so  often  I  go  on  a 


crazy  cleaning  binge,  working  over  my  closets 
and  drawers  until  they  are  all  practically 
sterile. 

FOR  LAST  NEW  YEAR'S  my  resolutions  included 
being  a  better  sport  than  I  have  been  and  a 
decision  to  laugh  more.  I'm  not  as  shy  as  I 
used  to  be,  for  which  I  am  grateful.  I  think 
I  also  should  have  decided  to  learn  a  new 
language.  I  wish  I  could  speak  at  least  three 
languages.  The  one  I  am  writing  in  is  the 
only  one  I  get  around  in.  When  I  was  in 
Mexico  for  my  latest  picture,  Plunder  Of  The 
Sun,  I  took  Spanish  lessons  every  day.  I 
sounded  fine  to  those  who  knew  no  Spanish 
at  all.  Which  reminds  me  ...  I  wish  Ameri- 
cans wouldn't  complain  so  much  when  they 
are  abroad.  They  expect  all  people  to  speak 
English  and  seem  to  refuse  to  learn  foreign 
languages  themselves  because  they  are  afraid 
of  making  fools  of  themselves.  Actually  it  is 
amazing  how  much  the  Mexicans  enjoyed  my 
attempts  to  speak  Spanish,  despite  all  my 
mistakes,  just  because  I  showed  interest  enough 
in-  their  tongue  to  try.  And  about  Mexican 
food ;  if  it  isn't  what  it  should  be  accord- 
ing to  American  standards  there  is  still  no 
point  on  harping  on  it  in  front  of  the 
Mexicans.  Some  Americans  with  us  com- 
plained so  steadily  in  front  of  a  charming 
Mexican  couple  I  knew  that  it  became  simply 
maddening. 

My  only  peeve  about  Mexico  was  the  fact 
that  guests  never  arrived  at  parties  until  two 
and  a  half  hours  after  the  announced  time. 
No  wonder  most  hostesses  feel  like  Stella 
Dallas  at  the  birthday  party  she  gave  to  which 
nobody  came  at  all. 

I  DIDN'T  MAKE  ANY  RESOLUTIONS  about  my 
coffee  drinking  but  I  do  drink  too  much — per- 
haps 9  cups  a  day  sometimes.  I  also  am  not 
going  to  do  anything  about  changing  my  name, 
though  I  don't  like  it.  Diana  Lynn  was  chosen 
for  me  when  I  started  my  career.  It's  too  late 
to  alter  it  now.  My  own  last  name  was  Loehr 
which  they  thought  too  hard  to  spell.  Still  I'm 
glad  my  friends  don't  call  me  Dolly  any  more. 
I  think  Ava  Gardner  is  a  wonderful  theatrical 
name  (and  I  think  Ava  is  getting  to  be  a  better 
actress  all  the  time,  plus  I  wish  I  looked  like 
her).  I  think  Ann  Blyth  and  Julie  Harris  are 
wonderful  names  (and  Julie  just  about  the 
most  wonderful  actress  I've  ever  seen). 
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I  HAVE  HAD  AN  INDIRECT  BENEFIT  for  which  I 
shall  always  be  deeply  grateful.  I  never  real- 
ized when  I  studied  piano  that  learning  to 
memorize  all  the  notes  in  a  repertoire  of  num- 
bers was  excellent  training  for  memorizing  dia- 
logue. It  has  been  an  invaluable  aid  in  my 
theatrical  work,  and,  of  course,  in  TV  plays.  I 
don't  see  how  any  actor  can  use  a  teleprompter 
(the  device  which  enables  him  to  read  his  lines) 
and  act  out  a  scene  properly  at  the  same  time. 
For  me,  a  one  hour  dramatic  show  means  a 
week  to  ten  days  of  work,  spending  ten  hours 
each  day  at  it,  learning  my  lines  and  how  to 
play  my  part.  On  the  first  day  I  go  over  the 
play  with  the  director  while  he  blocks  out  the 
scenes  (giving  me  an  idea  where  I  stand  and 
how  IH  move  about),  by  the  second  day 
I  am  well  into  committing  the  lines  to 
memory  and  by  the  third  day  I  have  them 
letter-perfect  ...  the  lines,  I  mean,  nothing 
else.  Now  comes  the  important  thing — study- 
ing my  role  for  what  it  means,  for  the  char- 
acter involved,  for  the  drama  possible,  or,  in 
other  words,  the  playing  of  the  part.  I  think 
I  have  played  the  two  longest  parts  in  the 
legitimate  theatre  as  the  heroines  in  Voice  Of 
The  Turtle  and  also  The  Moon  Is  Blue.  I 
learned  them  at  the  rate  of  three  or  four  days 
to  each  act,  going  back  often  for  review  and 
refreshers.  I  always  work  with  someone  so 
that  they  can  cue  me  (I  lose  a  lot  of  friends 
this  way)  and  always  work  on  my  feet,  pac- 
ing about. 

Luckily  I  never  remember  what  I  don't 
heed.  All  the  parts  I  have  learned  in  my  life 
aren't  topside  in  my  head  ready  to  come 
to  my  tongue  (how  awful  that  would  be!) 
but  they  are  there.  I  couldn't  play  Voice  Of 
The  Turtle  tonight,  but  if  I  had  to  I  could 
probably  be  up  on  the  part  by  tomorrow  night. 
I  learn  fast  and  I  think  it  is  like  this  for 
all  actors  who  learn  fast — they  forget  fast. 
People  who  are  slow  studies  retain  longer. 

I  ALWAYS  WANTED  to  go  into  the  theater  be- 
cause I  was  curious  to  learn  if  I  could  en- 
dure doing  the  same  role  every  night.'  I 
found  it  wonderful,  instead  of  a  bore.  I  was  in 
The  Moon  Is  Blue  for  14  weeks  and  instead 
of  its  getting  monotonous.  I  found  myself  still 
working  at  my  part  during  the  very  last 
matinee. 

There  is  this  much  to  say  for  the  legitimate 
theater — you  do  more  acting  and  less  of  the 
extra  stuff  that  goes  with  being  an  actor. 
In  Hollywood  there  is  so  much  time  spent 
on  activities  incidental  to  your  real  work;  the 
costume  fitting,  the  testing,  the  posing  for 
still,  the  publicity  running  around.  I  just  hate 
to  pose  for  stills.  I  like  to  look  at  stills  of 
myself,  but  generally  it  is  with  mixed  emo- 
tions. I'm  just  not  a  raving  beauty,  I  guess. 

The  girl  in  Hollywood  who  has  managed 
herself  the  best,  in  my  estimation,  is  Jeanne 
Craine.  A  home,  husband  and  four  children 
plus  a  fine  career!  That's  being  a  person  as 
well  as  an  actress.  A  deep  curtsy  to  her! 

I  WONDER  IF  WE  LIKE  FOREIGN  PICTURES  SO 

much  (when  we  do  like  them,  I  mean)  because 
we  don't  know  the  actors  or  actresses  in  the 
cast  and  therefore  can  accept  them  in  their 
parts?  I  wonder,  too,  if  this  has  anything  to 
do  with  the  fact  that  I  am  crazy  to  go 
to  Europe.  (Anybody  need  a  continental- 
adventuress-type    heroine?)    Me    going  to 


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Europe !  Why !  I've  never  even  been  in  a  drive- 
in  movie!  Or  does  that  make  sense?  I  also 
don't  like  Westerns  but  I  must  be  wrong 
(Anybody  need  a  Western  heroine?)  This  re- 
minds me  of  Texas.  I  wish  that  Texans 
wouldn't  be  so  .  .  .  but,  what's  the  use,  they 
always  wDl  be!  If  I  did  go  to  Europe  I 
probably  would  go  in  for  exotic  dishes.  I 
think  they  are  fun.  I've  had  eels,  fried  grass- 
hoppers (in  Mexico)  and  snails  (in  San 
Francisco).  Same  girl  likes  cookies  late  at 
night  and  often  has  a  terrible  craving  for 
peanut  butter.  I  guess  my  eating  schedule  is 
fixed  for  life— nothing  much  until  dinner 
and  then  eat  like  a  truck  driver. 

I  KNOW  A  LOT  OF  LITTLE  THINGS  about  myself 
but  the  smart  person  is  one  who  knows  the 
big  things.  Of  the  little  things  .  .  .  much. 
I  hate  corsages;  they  stick  out  on  you  like 
Christmas  packages.  If  I  get  one  I  carry  it 
or  pin  it  on  my  bag  ...  I  hate  to  be  asked  to 
play  the  piano  at  parties  and  I  hate  parties 
where  every  one  puts  on  a  show  ...  I 
especially  hate  to  see  women  in  formal  gowns 
when  their  escort  is  just  in  a  business  suit . . 
I  wish  the  new  group  of  young  male  actors 
wouldn't  wear  their  hair  uncombed  in  front. 
I  can't  tell  them  apart,  (No,  I  don't  mean 
Rock  Hudson's  hair.  I  can't  even  see  that  far 
up!)  ...  I  deplore  so  much  fuss  about  who 
is  dating  who?  I  sometimes  feel  more  than 
one  couple  has  stood  in  front  of  the  preacher 
because  they  didn't  want  to  make  a  liar  out 
of  some  columnist  .  .  .  Twice  a  year  I  think 
of  clothes  from  the  buying  viewpoint ;  the 
rest  of  the  time  I  watch  to  see  where  they 
are  going.  Am  I  staying  with  them?  Ahead? 
Or  behind?  ...  I  wish  I  could  stop  picking 
at  my  fingernail  polish. 

EVEN  THOUGH  I  AM  AGAINST  HELPLESSNESS 

in  women— letting  men  light  their  cigarettes, 
open  doors — I  realize  now  that  lots  of  men 
would  have  nothing  else  to  do  if  they  couldn't 
do  that  for  you.  If  your  man  can't  do  any- 
thing more  than  this,  hadn't  you  better  throw 
him  back  in  and  try  all  over  again?  By  the 
same  token  I  don't  think  women  should  act 
as  the  disciples  of  the  goddess  of  clothes  and 
talk  nothing  else.  I  think  a  girl  minimizes  her 
chances  to  be  liked,  to  be  respected  by  those 
who  count,  if  she  is  too  (and  too  obviously) 
concerned  about  her  adornment.  It  doesn't  hurt 
a  girl  to  round  out  her  personality  with 
general  knowledge,  for  instance.  I  feel  that 
every  girl  should  amplify  her  school  educa- 
tion by  interest  and  work  in  some  specialty 
she  finds  interesting ;  if  nothing  else  by  reading, 
the  good  books,  the  classics.  I  would  have  had 
a  much  more  difficult  time,  perhaps  been  in  a 
bad  spot,  if  I  had  depended  just  on  my  school 
work  to  prepare  me  for  meeting  the  world. 
The  people  and  the  situations  I  met  in  litera- 
ture helped  me  meet  the  people  and  situations 
I  ran  across  in  my  everyday  life.  Don't  stumble. 
Walk  in  the  light. 

This  reminds  me,  I  must  do  my  good  good 
deed  for  the  day.  Even  if  it  is  only  to  call 
someone  I  know  is  alone. 


courageous  heart 


(Continued  from  page  54)  money  troubles. 
No  bitter  jealousies,  private  or  professional. 
No  in-law  hostility.  No  alcoholic  problem 
or  other  degrading  habits.  No  incapacitat- 
ing illness,  nervous  breakdowns,  or  dis- 
agreements over  their  child.  No  skeletons 
in  closets  or  hidden  scandals. 

Vet  for  every  dead  marriage  there  is  an 
-*  obituary.  Back  of  every  breakup  there 
is  a  story.  And  there  is  a  story  behind  the 
separation  of  Anne  Baxter  and  John  Ho- 
diak,  too.  It  does  not  begin  in  Hollywood, 
where  they  met,  fell  in  love,  married  and 
lived  together  for  half-a-dozen  years  of 
their  lives.  It  begins  properly  in  two  other 
places:  — Hamtramck,  Michigan,  an  indus- 
trial suburb  of  Detroit,  sometimes  called 
"the  toughest  town  in  the  U.S.A.",  where 
John  Hodiak  grew  up;  and  Bronxville,  New 
York,  capital  of  the  wealthy  Westchester 
County  society  and  country-club  set,  Anne 
Baxter's  home  town,  where  her  family 
were  prosperous  and  socially  prominent. 

If  the  story  of  the  Baxter-Hodiak  di- 
vorce were  a  flat  case  of  irreconcilably  dif- 
ferent-side-of-the-tracks  backgrounds,  it 
would  be  simple.  However,  their  "basic 
incompatibility"  which  became  unbearable 
to  both,  is  more  complex.  It  stems  not  so 
much  from  what  John  and  Anne  were,  but 
from  what  both  became  in  their  struggle  to 
break  away. 

John  Hodiak  didn't  want  to  work  in  a 
factory.  Anne  Baxter  refused  to  vegetate 
into  a  proper  but  dull  Ivy  and  Junior 
League  future.  Both  wanted  something 
bigger  and  more  important  out  of  life. 

Both  fought  to  be  something  different 
from  what  their  natural  beginnings  pre- 
dicted. Their  struggles  were  completely 
different,  but  equally  hard.  In  both  cases 
they  created  tense  and  intense,  chronically 
discontented,  ambitious,  incorrigible  per- 
sonalities who  could  not  bend  to  another's 
will  or  compromise,  no  matter  how  much 
they  wanted  to  or  tried. 

In  marriage,  wherever  it  thrives,  some- 
one has  to  give  in.  Someone  must  domi- 
nate; someone  carry  the  ball.  For  too  long 
both  Anne  Baxter  and  John  Hodiak  had 
paddled  their  own  canoes— and  against  the 
current.  When  they  teamed  up  there  was 
no  way  they  could  relax  and  glide  along 
together.  And  that  is  the  peculiar  tragedy 
of  their  marriage. 

Tt  was  back  in  1944,  in  a  picture  called 
A  Sunday  Dinner  For  A  Soldier,  that  Anne 
Baxter  first  met  John  Hodiak.  Anne  played 


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Then  he  winked  and  gave  us  a 
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We  acknowledged  his  greeting  and 
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"Tess"  and  John  "Eric"  and  the  script  said 
they  were  to  fall  in  love.  The  minute  Anne 
stepped  into  love  scenes  with  the  tall, 
handsome  stranger  she  knew  she  wasn't 
just  acting.  She  remembers  experiencing, 
"an  intense  physical  attraction,"  so  intense 
that,  despite  her  already  polished  acting 
finesse  she  couldn't  connect  for  kisses  and 
flubbed  several  scenes. 

At  that  point  Anne  Baxter  was  21.  She 
was  already  recognized  as  a  brilliant  young 
actress.  Privately,  too,  in  many  ways,  she 
was  experienced  and  sophisticated  far  be- 
yond her  years;  but  regarding  men  she  was 
naive,  and  romantically  she  was  immature. 

Anne  Baxter  had  been  a  lonely,  only 
child.  She  was  a  girl  who  never  had  fitted 
into  a  group,  who  preferred  the  friends  of 
her  parents  to  kids  her  own  age,  a  girl  who 
spent  her  adolescent  years  learning  how  to 
act  instead  of  collecting  wisdom  about  the 
opposite  sex,  which,  underneath  every- 
thing, is  the  normal  pursuit  of  a  teen-age 
girl. 

As  her  family  moved  around,  Anne  at- 
tended a  grand  total  of  15  schools.  In  each 
she  remembers,  "feeling  like  a  stranger." 
She  never  belonged.  Throughout  her  early 
girlhood  Anne  lived  in  a  world  of  make- 
believe  where  romance  was  concerned.  At 
11  she  put  the  make-believe  to  practice  and 
started  dramatic  lessons  in  New  York  City. 
This  drew  her  farther  apart  from  the  nor- 
mally carefree  girls  and  boys  at  school, 
interested,  not  in.  dreams  of  dramatic  glory 
— but  in  each  other.  "I  never  had  a  line," 
Anne  has  said.  "I  never  knew  any  feminine 
wiles.  I  was  a  wallflower."  At  the  junior 
cotillions  she  remembers  spending  most  of 


the  time  in  the  powder  room,  because  they 
weren't  fun  for  her,  only  ordeals. 

At  14,  Anne  Baxter  was  a  juvenile  hit  on 
Broadway — and  yet,  while  from  then  on 
she  neither  knew  nor  cared  about  the 
Princeton  and  Yale  football  heroes  her 
schoolmates  chattered  about,  she  was  also 
too  young  to  date  the  adult  actors  she  met 
on  the  stage.  Sometimes  she  developed  wild 
crushes  on  leading  men  twice  her  age.  But 
always  her  dad  picked  her  up  at  the  stage 
door  and  so  she  went  home,  instead  of  to  a 
night  club,  after  the  show. 

Even  when  she  came  to  Hollywood  at  17 
to  begin  her  $350  a  week  screen  career  with 
John  Barrymore  in  The  Great  Profile,  Anne 
either  lived  with  her  mother,  or  was  en- 
trusted to  chaperones  and  family  friends, 
from  whose  watchful  eyes  she  could  only 
infrequently  escape. 

This  then,  was  the  girl  who — for  the  first 
time  in  her  life — fell  in  love,  head  over 
high  heels,  with  handsome  John  Hodiak — 
but  didn't  know  what  to  do  about  it.  Be- 
cause at  first,  off- camera,  John  acted  as  if 
Anne  didn't  exist.  He  walked  straight  from 
their  love  scenes  to  his  dressing  room,  as 
if,  she  has  since  said,  "he  was  trying  to 
run  away,"  which,  in  effect,  John  Hodiak 
was.  There  was  a  reason  for  this,  too. 

A  t  30,  John  Hodiak  was  a  confirmed 
bachelor  and  something  of  a  woman 
hater.  He  had  avoided  serious  romantic 
entanglements  like  the  plague.  They  didn't 
fit  into  his  fierce  resolve  to  make  something 
of  himself. 

At  first,  John  had  wanted  to  be  a  Catho- 
lic priest,  then  a  big  league  baseball  player. 


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□  Louella  Parsons'  Good  News 

□  Take  My  Word  For  It 
by  Diana  Lynn 

□  Mike  Connolly's  Hollywood  Report 

□  Sweet  and  Hot 

□  Now  We've  Got  Everything 
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□  First-born  (Elizabeth  Taylor) 

□  Man  On  The  Move  (John  Wayne) 

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□  They  Broke  All  The  Rules  (Doris  Day) 

□  Love  In  A  Penthouse 
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□  A  Bachelor  Finds  Himself 
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□  The  Gang's  All  Here  (Alan  Ladd) 

□  The  Mouse  Takes  The  Lion 
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□  You  Belong  To  Me  (Jeff  Hunter) 

□  Hollywood's  Strangest  Marriage 
(Cary  Grant) 

□  Prayer  and  Laughter  (Red  Skelton) 

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But,  driving  executives  and  important  vis- 
itors around  the  Chevrolet  plant  in  a  sum- 
mer job,  he'd  had  a  look  at  another  more 
affluent,  exciting  world  and  liked  what  he 
saw.  He  wanted  to  talk  and  act  and  dress 
and  live  like  successful  people.  He  knew 
he  had  talent,  although  he  knew  it  was  raw. 
When  he  scored  on  an  amateur  radio  con- 
test and  resolved  that  radio  should  be  his 
open  sesame  to  success,  the  pros  only 
scoffed,  "A  guy  who  talks  as  tough  as  you 
do,  Bud,  will  never  make  it  in  a  million 
years!"  But  John  had  made  it.  He'd  looked, 
listened,  studied,  worked,  improved  and 
grabbed  every  chance  that  came  along  to 
pull  himself  up.  He'd  done  it  all  by  him- 
self. He  still  shied  away  from  any  help — 
or  any  hindrance. 

Anne  Baxter  has  always  been  frank  in 
admitting  that  she  courted  John  Hodiak 
instead  of  the  usual  other  way  around.  But 
at  first  she  found  it,  "hard  to  get  through  to 
him."  Nothing  seemed  to  work.  Finally 
she  asked  John  to  take  her  to  a  cocktail 
party  which  Director  Lloyd  Bacon  was  giv- 
ing. It  was  a  strange  first  date. 

He  was  supposed  to  call  for  Anne  at  6 
o'clock.  He  finally  arrived  at  11,  in  com- 
pany with  his  agent,  Dick  Steenberg,  an 
old  boy  friend  of  Anne's.  They  had  already 
been  to  another  cocktail  party  and  were 
feeling  no  pain.  Not  only  had  John  ignored 
his  date  with  Anne,  he  hadn't  bothered  to 
telephone.  Now,  the  gay  blades  wanted 
nightcaps.  Anne  gave  them  several  then, 
pretty  put  out  with  developments,  went  on 
upstairs  to  bed.  Next  morning  she  found 
her  callers  still  snoozing  away  on  her  living 
room  divans.  Restoring  them  with  break- 
fast and  a  dip  in  her  pool,  she  told  them 
goodbye,  not  thinking  she'd  ever  see  John 
Hodiak  again  and  telling  herself  that  she 
didn't  really  care.  But  the  next  evening 
they  were  back,  with  flowers  and  apologies, 
and  lugging,  as  a  gag,  suitcases.  They  took 
her  to  dinner  and  again  slept  on  her  sofas. 

His  wariness  banished  by  Anne's  good 
sportsmanship,  John  Hodiak  let  down  his 
guard  and  fell  in  love.  That  was  in  August. 
In  November  he  proposed.  But  it  was  two 
long  years  before  John  and  Anne  could 
make  up  their  minds  to  get  married. 

T"1  heir  engagement  was  heckled  by  doubt, 
indecision  and  other  frustrating  factors. 
John  had  brought  his  family  out  to  Cali- 
fornia and  he  had  responsibilities  there. 
Anne's  family  thought  the  difference  in 
backgrounds  could  only  lead  to  unhappi- 
ness,  also  that  two  careers  in  one  home 
were  bound  to  clash.  But  a  family  friend 
has  said,  "With  Mrs.  Baxter  it  wasn't  so 
much  not  wanting  Anne  to  marry  John 
Hodiak,  but,  at  that  point,  any  man." 
Anne's  mother  knew  how  self-willed,  in- 
dependent and  dedicated  to  ambition  her 
daughter  was  and  had  been  all  her  life. 

When  Anne  was  only  seven,  her  mother, 
at  wit's  end,  had  taken  her  defiant  daugh- 
ter to  a  psychiatrist,  who  told  her,  "You 
can't  change  her,  so  you  might  as  well 
make  peace."  In  a  quarter  century  of  hap- 
py married  life,  Catherine  Baxter  had 
learned  that  it  is  the  wife  who  must  be  the 
peacemaker. 

Oddly  enough,  Anne  herself  feared  her- 
self incapable  of  this.  "I  wanted  to  get 
married,  but  at  the  same  time  I  was 
afraid,"  she  has  admitted.  "I  knew  my  own 
weakness  for  sudden  changes  and  violent 
contrasts.  I  wasn't  sure  I'd  be  stable  enough 
for  marriage."  Also,  Anne  had  long  sworn, 
"never  to  marry  an  actor,"  intelligently 
aware  of  two-career  dangers.  And  so  had 
John,  besides  blowing  hot  and  then  blow- 
ing cold  toward  the  responsibilities  of  mar- 
riage, because  of  his  own  basic  insecurity. 
So  despite  the  fact  that  Anne  and  John 
were  deeply  in  love  it  was  an  off-and-on 
affair  until  one  climactic  meeting  when 
they  both  decided,  "never  to  see  each  other 


again."  And,  at  that  moment  they  meant  it. 

Driving  home  from  that  dramatic  break- 
off,  Anne  was  so  upset  and  blinded  by 
tears  that  she  smashed  up  her  ear.  The 
news  brought  John  hurrying  over  to  Anne's 
arms  and  they  decided  to  marry  at  once, 
family  opposition  or  not.  Like  good  sports 
and  good  parents,  the  Baxters  sensibly 
agreed,  and  Anne  Baxter  became  Mrs.  John 
Hodiak  in  her  mother's  garden  at  Bur- 
lingame,  California,  on  July  7,  1946. 

On  the  face  of  their  future  John  and 
Anne  Hodiak  started  married  life  with  no 
apparent  problems.  John  was  nine  years 
older  than  Anne,  true,  but  that,  as  most 
matrimonial  experts  agree,  is  the  ideal  age 
difference.  Both  were  young  and  healthy. 
They  had  a  house  all  ready  to  move  into — 
all  furnished,  all  apple-pie.  They  had  a 
ready  made  circle  of  friends  and  a  social 
calendar  dated  weeks  ahead.  They  had 
two  incomes,  both  sizable.  As  for  careers 
— John  had  just  scored  a  hit  in  A  Bell  For 
Ada-no,  and  Anne  had  just  finished  the 
meatiest  role  of  her  life  in  The  Razor's 
Edge,  which  soon  won  her  an  Oscar.  In 
fact,  both  the  Hodiak  family  careers  have 
rolled  along  successfully  right  up  to  the 
end.  But  career  success  doesn't  ensure 
happiness.  The  occupational  hazards  to 
happiness  for  two  actors  wedded  in  Holly- 
wood are  notorious.  Most  of  these  familiar 
strikes  Anne  and  John  soon  had  chalked 
up  against  them. 

Probably  the  severest  handicap  for  these 
two  who  especially  needed  close  compan- 
ionship were  their  separations  throughout 
much  of  their  married  life.  John  went  to 
England  to  make  a  picture,  Anne  stayed  in 
Hollywood.  When  he  came  back,  she  went 
off  to  repeated  and  long  locations.  Then 
John  went  to  New  York  for  the  stage. 

\Y /  hen  she  was  married,  Anne  resolved 
"  to  build,  "a  wall  around  our  private 
lives  and  intimate  affairs,"  which  she 
worked  surprisingly  well  in  a  goldfish-bowl 
community.  Although  their  marriage  has 
been  heading  for  disaster  for  almost  two 
years,  it  was  only  lately  that  even  their 
closest  friends,  let  alone  columnists,  sus- 
pected the  true  state  of  affairs.  When  she 
was  carrying  her  baby,  Karrina,  Anne  made 
Follow  The  Sun  without  even  her  studio 
knowing  and  kept  the  stork  tidings  away 
from  the  sharpest-eyed  reporters  until 
three  months  before  her  delivery.  Both 
John  and  Anne  can  hold  their  tongues. 

But  back  of  that  "wall,"  the  natural  state 
of  tension,  which  exists  wherever  two  ac- 
tors live,  are  heightened  by  the  high- 
strung,  mercurial  natures  of  both  partners 
in  the  Hodiak  home.  Not  even  her  most 
devoted  admirers  would  call  Anne  Baxter 
a  restful,  soothing  person  to  be  around. 
"I  can  get  physically  exhausted  just  watch- 
ing Annie,"  a  close  friend  says.  "She  never 
walks— she  runs;  she  doesn't  talk — she 
lectures."  Another  has  described  her  thus, 
'Anne's  mind  is  sober,  but  her  body's 
always  drunk."  Anne  herself  says,  "I  was 
born  breathless  and  I'm  still  that  way." 

Anne  has  to  dramatize  everything  that 
happens  to  her.  One  girl  friend,  who  has 
had  five  babies,  says,  "When  Anne  talks 
about  Katrfna,  I  realize  how  little  I  know 
about  motherhood."  Not  long  ago,  an  el- 
derly stranger  observed  her  lunching  at 
Romanoff's,  walked  over  and  told  her, 
"Thank  you.  That's  the  best  performance 
I've  seen  since  the  days  of  Ellen  Terry!" 
Anne  must  have  something  happening  to 
her  constantly,  something  different.  "Smor- 
gasbord is  my  favorite  meal,"  she  admits. 
"Anne  wants  to  play  every  instrument  in 
the  band,"  her  mother  sighs. 

A  frenetic,  kinetic  girl  like  that  is  de- 
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to  live  with.  But  in  his  way  John  Hodiak 
is  just  as  wound  up.  Only  it  stays  inside. 
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verted.  Where  she  lets  off  steam,  John 
stores  it  up.  Rejected  four  times  by  the 
Army  for  hypertension,  Hodiak  is  chroni- 
cally taut  and  notoriously  frowning,  a 
worrier,  still  anxious  and  insecure  despite 
his  success.  "John,"  a  good  friend  told  him 
not  long  ago,  "you've  got  the  best  smile 
in  Hollywood  (which  he  has) .  Why  in  the 
world  don't  you  use  it  more?" 

"I  just  never  think  about  it,"  he  replied. 

'"Pwo  such  highly-keyed  and  positive  per- 
1  sonalities  are  hard  enough  to  blend  into 
harmonious  music  of  marriage,  but  there 
were  a  couple  of  other  things  more  eter- 
nally grating  to  John's  and  Anne's  happi- 
ness, and  even  more  impossible  to  change. 
Because  they  stemmed  back  to  the  roots 
of  both  their  beginnings  and  their  very 
psyches.  One  was  their  contrasting  ideas 
about  the  roles  wives  and  husbands  should 
play  in  a  marriage.  On  this  they  started 
and  remained  poles  apart  until  the  end. 

"John's  idea  of  a  wife  was  the  European 
one,"  Anne  had  said.  This  is  only  natural. 
His  mother  was  a  European,  a  woman  who 
devoted  herself  to  her  home,  cooking  the 
meals,  housekeeping,  raising  the  Hodiak 
kids.  But  Anne's  mother  lived  differently. 
Mrs.  Baxter  was  interested  in  all  kinds  of 
things  besides  her  home,  active  in  civic 
and  charity  affairs,  a  decorator,  a  student 
of  the  arts,  a  great  many  things  besides  a 
housewife.  Like  mother,  like  daughter. 

John  knew  all  this,  but  the  ideas  formed 
in  his  childhood  were  too  strong  to  aban- 
don. A  husband  is  said  to  expect  the  image 
of  his  mother  in  his  wife.  What  criticisms 
he  made  of  Anne,  what  minor  household 
clashes  they  had,  were  over  the  way  she 
ran — or  didn't  run — things.  She  wasn't 
tidy,  she  wasn't  orderly,  she  wasn't  this 
or  that.  Once,  John  had  even  suggested 
that  Anne  give  up  her  Hollywood  career. 
He  might  as  well  have  asked  her  to  give 
up  her  life.  Acting  had  been  her  consuming 
dream  since  she  was  three  years  old,  and 
it  still  is.  "I'll  never  settle  for  less  than  I 
dreamed  about  when  I  was  a  girl,"  Anne 
stated  only  recently.  "That  is  to  be  the 
greatest  actress  in  the  world — with  all 
that  goes  with  it.  Very  probably  I  won't 
but  I'll  die  trying!" 

And  that's  the  other  thing — and  the 
most  impossible  of  all  for  Anne  Baxter  and 
John  Hodiak  to  understand  about  each 
other — their  different  egos.  Anne  has  a 
strong  ego.  So  has  John.  All  actors  have — 
or  they  aren't  good  actors.  But  neither 
Anne  Baxter  nor  John  Hodiak — being  in- 
experienced— understood  the  workings  of 
the  particular  egos  of  the  opposite  sex  and 
how  to  live  with  them,  and  satisfy  them. 

"I  never  wanted  to  change  John,"  Anne 
puzzled  the  other  day.  "I  only  wanted  to 
help  him.  But  when  I  tried  he  resented 
it.  I  wanted  to  make  John  happy,  but  I 
was  making  him  miserable.  Maybe  I  tried 
too  hard."  Maybe  she  did.  Maybe  both 
of  them  did.  Because  both  made  mistakes, 
well  intended,  but  mistakes  just  the  same. 

Take  the  house  they  came  to  from  their 
honeymoon,  and  which  John  has  just  left 
for  their  divorce.  It  was  Anne's  house 
and  it  was  a  little  gem  of  an  English 
cottage,  perched  on  a  Hollywood  hillside 
with  a  pool  shimmering  below,  and  a 
framed  view  of  the  city's  lights.  You 
couldn't  have  asked  for  a  cozier  spot  for 
newlyweds.  But  John  didn't  like  it — and 
from  a  masculine  pride  standpoint,  under- 
standably. It  wasn't  their  house,  to  start 
their  life.  It  housed  memories  of  Anne's 
past  life. 

All  by  himself,  he  found  another  house 
in  another  part  of  town  and  impetuously 
put  down  $10,000,  instead  of  the  usual  few 
hundred.  But  the  house  was  found  un- 
suitable and  John  lost  his  $10,000.  After 
that  fiasco,  Anne  and  John  talked  it  over 
and  decided  to  stay  where  they  were,  but 
to  change  Anne's  house  all  around  so  you 


wouldn't  know  it.  This  they  certainly  did. 

The  place  was  changed  from  English  to 
contemporary  modern  at  a  cost  of  $26,000. 
Every  room  in  the  place  was  switched 
around  except  the  kitchen.  At  the  end  of 
that  project,  one  of  the  most  striking 
homes  in  Hollywood  emerged — but  it  was 
never  John's  house;  it  was  Anne's.  An 
architect  disciple  of  Frank  Lloyd  Wright, 
her  grandfather,  designed  it.  Her  mother 
decorated  it.  It  reflected  Anne's  tastes. 
Therefore,  the  project  failed  its  purpose. 
It  was  John's  home  in  name  only. 

Or  take  their  friends.  When  John  and 
Anne  were  married,  John  had  no  friends 
among  the  top  Hollywood  social  set  in 
which  the  Hodiaks  soon  travelled.  He  was 
a  man's  man,  essentially.  It  was  only 
natural  that  the  clever,  sophisticated  and 
social  people  Anne  knew — Watson  Webb 
of  the  Vanderbilt  clan,  the  Samuel  Gold- 
wyns,  Clifton  Webb,  the  Leonard  Fire- 
stones,  the  Dore  Scharys — should  comprise 
their  set.  But  in  that  circle  of  smart  din- 
ner parties  and  smart  conversation,  John 
did  not  shine,  while  Anne  did.  John 
learned  to  like  Anne's  friends  and  they, 
him.  He  wore  the  smart  Brooks  Brothers' 
clothes  Anne  was  always  presenting  him 
with,  drank  the  champagne  she  fancied. 


I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

When  I  was  over- 
seas I  saw  Ran- 
dolph Scott  at  a 
USO  show.  As 
soon  as  the  show 
was  over,  he  made 
a  short,  serious 
announcement. 
"Fellows,"  he  said, 
"1  lost  my  wallet! 
Whoever  has  it 
can  keep  the 
money,  but  please  give  me  back  the 
papers."  Everyone  was  shocked,  won- 
dering who  had  stolen  the  wallet. 
Later,  it  was  discovered  that  the  wal- 
let was  in  the  seat  of  the  staff  car, 
where  he  had  dropped  it  on  the  way 
over  to  the  show. 

Mr.  Gabriel  Chavez 
San  Diego,  Calif. 


"But,"  as  an  acquaintance  suggests,  "John 
still  prefers  beer." 

Tj1  ven  though  he  did  learn  to  enjoy  much 
,  J-J  that  his  marriage  with  Anne  Baxter 
brought  him,  a  proud,  independent,  self- 
made  man  like  John  was  bound  subcon- 
sciously to  resent  them.  Even,  too,  if  the 
fact  that  his  wife  made  twice  the  salary 
he  commanded  meant  absolutely  nothing 
at  all  in  the  family  budget — both  paid 
their  share  of  a  household  fund  and  there 
was  money  enough  always — still,  to  a 
man  like  John,  that  fact  was  insidiously 
disturbing.  Perhaps  Anne  could  be  criti- 
cized— and  sometimes  was — for  having  her 
father  handle  her  money,  not  John.  But 
John  Hodiak  was  no  business  man — as  he 
proved — and  Anne's  father  is  an  eminently 
successful  one.  There  are  a  great  many 
things  perhaps — if  she  owned  the  wisdom 
of  Cleopatra — which  Anne  could  have  done 
to  play  up  to  John  Hodiak's  masculine 
ego,  and  some  he  could  have  done  to  bolster 
her  feminine  one,  too. 

For  an  example,  when  Anne  was  preg- 
nant with  Katrina,  the  doctor  ordered  her 
to  take  long  walks.  Religiously,  she  was 
out  on  them  every  night.  Always  she 
asked  John  if  he  wouldn't  like  to  go,  too. 
Always  he  said  "no,"  preferring  to  read  or 
watch  TV.  This  hurt  and  puzzled  her.  She 
felt  she  should  be  treated  with  special 


respect,  be  an  object  of  special  pride  and 
delight  to  her  husband. 

But  if  John  could  be  criticized  for  ignor- 
ing her  need  for  special  loving  deference, 
Anne  could  too,  for  a  well-meant  thought- 
lessness when  Katrina  arrived.  Her  first 
pains  arriving  at  three  a.m.,  she  slipped 
out  of  bed  without  waking  John,  dressed 
and  drove  herself  to  the  hospital  alone. 
She  didn't  wake  him  because  she  knew  he 
had  an  early  studio  call.  But,  if  you  ask 
me— studio  call  or  not— John  Hodiak  would 
have  wanted  to  be  shaken  wide  awake  at 
such  a  time  or  even  welcomed  a  douse  of 
ice  water.  It's  something  few  first  fathers 
want  to  miss. 

Such  psychological  misunderstandings 
grew,  as  misunderstandings  do,  to  distance, 
silence  and  coolness.  John — as  Anne  puts 
it —  "drew  more  and  more  into  his  shell." 
On  both  sides  answers  became  more  formal, 
humor  dried  up.  It  was  almost  two  years 
ago  when  John  went  to  New  York  to  play 
on  Broadway  in  The  Chase,  that  Anne 
made  the  discovery  which  led  to  their 
divorce. 

She  flew  back  twice  to  see  John.  The 
second  time  he  had  just  won  the  Donaldson 
Award,  for  the  best  male  debut  of  the 
year  on  Broadway.  Anne  was  thrilled  and 
could  hardly  wait  for  the  taxi  to  take  her 
to  John  to  congratulate  him.  But  he  greeted 
her  impersonally,  and  with  a  frown.  He 
had  his  apartment  in  Manhattan,  his  own 
friends,  his  play,  his  own  life,  at  least 
temporarily,  and  Anne  sensed  that  he 
liked  it  better  that  way.  "For  the  first 
time,"  she  says,  "I  realized  that  John  was 
actually  happier  away  from  me  than  with 
me." 

Back  in  Hollywood,  they  began  their 
discussions  on  this  very  theme.  They  were 
long,  honest  and  searching  talks,  and 
everything  was  brought  out  into  the  open. 
"We  analyzed  ourselves,"  Anne  says,  "and 
decided  neither  of  us  could  change.  If 
John  changed  he  would  be  miserable.  If 
I  changed  I  would,  too.  We  were  both  sick 
about  it  but  there  was  no  answer.  We  both 
agreed  we  couldn't  help  each  other;  we 
agreed  we  would  be  happier  without  each 
other.  No  one  influenced  us.  No  one 
knew.  It  was  our  decision,  alone  together. 
It  was  not  easy  to  make." 
•  The  hardest  part,  of  course,  was  their 
concern  about  their  daughter,  Katrina. 
Both  John  and  Anne  are  adoring  parents. 
Both  are  conscientious.  "But,"  says  Anne, 
"both  John  and  I  decided  it  was  better  for 
Katrina  to  grow  up  in  a  broken  home 
than  a  cold  one."  John  is  free  to  come 
to  Anne's  home  and  see  Katrina  when- 
ever he  wants  to,  and  already  he  has  been 
there  many  times.  In  almost  all  divorce 
agreements  there  is  a  clause  prohibiting 
the  mother  (Anne  will  have  custody  of 
Katrina)  from  taking  the  child  out  of  the 
country.  John  pooh-poohed  this.  "It  will 
be  educational  for  Katrina  to  have  a  trip 
abroad,"  he  said.  "Take  her  whenever 
you  like."  Anne  plans  to  do  this  soon, 
when  she  makes  a  picture  in  Europe. 

If  you  ask  Anne  Baxter  about  her  feel- 
ings for  John  Hodiak  today  she  will  tell 
you  honestly,  "I  have  a  great  admiration 
for  John.  I  respect  him.  I  still  think  he's 
a  wonderful  guy,  and  I  always  will."  John 
has  said  practically  the  same  thing  about 
Anne. 

Ts  there  then  a  chance  for  reconciliation? 
A  "None  whatever,"  says  Anne.  "It  took 
us  too  long  to  decide  this  to  have  any 
doubts."  Marriage  again?  Anne  will  only 
give  a  wry  smile.  "Perhaps.  But  right  now 
it's  the  furthest  from  my  thoughts." 

So  a  chapter  is  closed  for  Anne  Baxter 
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left.  Both  John's  and  Anne's  friends  will 
remain  their  friends,  it's  pretty  certain. 
They  won't  have  to  take  sides;  there  are  no 
sides  to  take.  Already  both  John  and 
Anne  have  gone  about  their  own  particular 
interests.  John  hopped  right  up  to  Pebble 
Beach  for  Bing  Crosby's  Golf  Tournament 
after  the  separation.  Anne  flew  east  for 
a  fling  at  New  York  and  the  Inauguration 
at  Washington.  Anne  plans  to  live  on  in 
the  house  which  was  hers  before  their  mar- 
riage. John  has  moved  into  an  apartment 
with  a  friend. 

Both  are  attractive  and  popular  people. 
Already  Hollywood  hostesses  are  vying  to 
snare  John  Hodiak  for  their  parties,  and 
almost  every  glamor  girl  in  town  is  pulling 
her  charms  together  and  rolling  her  eyes 
his  way.  So  far  he  hasn't  seemed  too  in- 
terested in  a  rebound  romance.  Neither  has 
Anne.  At  this  writing  neither  has  had  a 
date — but  that  will  come,  as  it  should. 

As  for  careers — after  Battle  Zone  and 
Cochise— John's  is  rolling  along  better 
than  ever.  He  has  extensive  radio  and  TV 


committments.  Anne  has  1  Confess  and 
The  Blue  Gardenia  finished  and  another 
for  Alfred  Hitchcock  to  be  filmed  this 
summer  in  the  South  of  France.  Her  desk 
is  piled  high  with  scripts  to  read,  and  her 
agent's  With  offers.  Her  salary  is  half 
again  higher  than  it  was  when  she  left  her 
Fox  studio  contract  and  began  her  sexy 
glamor  campaign,  still  obviously  going 
great  guns.  Paul  Gregory  is  already  build- 
ing a  road  show  around  Anne — as  a  song 
and  dance  girl — to  go  out  in  the  fall. 

But  despite  a  double  rose-colored  out- 
look in  many  ways,  both  Anne  Baxter 
and  John  Hodiak  are  aware  that  now  is  no 
time  to  cheer.  Any  divorce  is  a  tragedy. 
Theirs  is,  too.  In  Anne's  and  John's  case 
it  is  moreover,  an  ironic  tragedy.  Seeking 
success,  they  became  two  hyperpositive 
people  between  whom  the  spark  that  fuses 
a  marriage  could  not  leap,  was  not  at- 
tracted but  repelled.  Perhaps  the  irony  is 
best  contained  in  Anne's  own  somewhat 
wondering  words:  "For  the  first  time 
in  my  life,"  she  says,  "I've  been  a  failure." 
This  is  no  easy  statement  for  Anne. 

For  the  first  time  in  his  life,  John 
Hodiak,  the  boy  who  came  from  "the  other 
side  of  the  tracks"  to  conquer  Hollywood, 
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seen  and  felt.  And  how  it  had  made  her 
think  again  about  other  things,  like  her 
own  life  and  ideals  and  responsibilities. 

Debbie  embarked  to  bring  Christmas  to 
GI's  in  Korea  on  the  19th  of  December.  In 
her  particular  unit  were  Walter  Pidgeon, 
Keenan  Wynn,  Peggy  King,  Carleton  Car- 
penter and  Movita,  all  MGM  players. 

"It  was  so  exciting,"  Debbie  said,  "I  could 
hardly  breathe."  The  plans  called  for  an 
overnight  stopover  in  Honolulu,  and  all  of 
us  were  looking  forward  to  it  eagerly.  Me, 
particularly,  because  I  had  never  been 
there.  We  stood  around  on  the  landing 
strip  for  about  half  an  hour  while  people 
took  our  pictures  and  we  spoke  on  the 
radio,  then  we  all  got  on  board  and  settled 
back  in  our  seats.  The  motors  started  and 
the  plane  lumbered  out  to  the  end  of  the 
runway.  Then  a  man  came  through  the 
door  leading  to  the  pilots'  compartment. 
'There  has  been  a  slight  change  in  plans,' 
he  said.  'There  is  a  storm  on  the  Honolulu 
route,  so  we'll  be  making  our  first  landing 
in  Alaska.' " 

Debbie  -halted  for  a  moment,  an  ex- 
pression of  horror  on  her  face. 

"Imagine!"  she  said.  "ALASKA!  And  me 
with  summer  clothes  on.  Well,  you  could 
have  heard  the  groans  in  downtown  Los 
Angeles.  I  thought  for  awhile  there  that 
some  of  the  people  were  going  to  get  off 
and  go  home.  But  they  didn't.  We  just  sat 
back  in  the  seats  and  decided  that  we  were 
going  to  Korea,  that  was  the  main  thing, 
and  how  we  got  there  didn't  make  much 
difference.  But  anyway  it  was  a  letdown. 

"As  the  plane  got  into  the  air  I  looked 
down  at  the  ballet  slippers  I  was  wearing. 
Everything  else  had  been  locked  up  in  the 
baggage  compartment.  And  I  wondered 
how  they'd  make  out  as  snowshoes. 

"Sometime  that  night  we  landed  at  an 
air  base  in  the  state  of  Washington  and  we 
were  all  so  tired  from  telling  each  other 
all  the  stories  we  knew  and  playing  cards 
and  singing  all  the  songs  we  knew  that  we 
just  sleep-walked  into  the  barracks  they 
provided  for  us  and  conked  off. 

'""The  next  morning  still  groggy  and  tired, 
J-  we  got  back  into  the  plane  and  headed 
North.  The  next  thing  I  knew  it  was  dark 
again  and  we  were  bouncing  across  a  field 


at  a  small  airport.  I  got  out  with  the  rest 
and  I  asked  a  soldier  where  we  were. 
'Kodiak,'  he  said.  Where  is  Kodiak?  I  asked 
him.  'Not  far  from  the  North  Pole,  Ma'am,' 
he  said.  Me  and  the  ballet  slippers  trudged 
off  across  a  field  to  a  hut  and  stepped  inside 
where  it  was  warm. 

"It's  a  funny  thing,  but  I  hadn't  been  in 
the  hut  more  than  two  minutes  before  I 
was  glad  that  we'd  come  by  way  of  Alaska. 
You'd  have  thought  from  the  looks  on  the 
faces  of  the  men  there  that  Santa  Claus 
had  really  come  to  town.  They  were  men 
assigned  to  one  of  our  bleakest  military 
outposts,  and  out  of  the  sky  had  come  a 
plane  load  of  movie  stars.  They  walked 
around  us  like  kids  at  a  circus— and  I  just 
know  some  of  them  were  glad  they  were 
up  in  the  wild  north  that  night,  instead  of 
some  stuffy  place  like  Miami. 

"Well,  we  had  a  real  good  time  that 
night.  We  put  on  a  show,  right  off  the  cuff 
and  the  soldiers  loved  it.  They  opened  up 
a  bar  and  everyone  toasted  everyone  and 
laughed  and  slapped  backs  and  had  a  high 
time.  We  got  a  real  laugh  when  a  soldier 
handed  me  a  glass,  but  Walter  Pidgeon  took 
it  away.  'She's  a  minor,'  he  said.  'Also  a 
midget.'  And  that's  what  they  called  me 
from  that  time  on.  The  midget.  But  I  didn't 
care. 

"The  farewells  the  next  morning  were 
kind  of  sad,  even  though  we'd  only  known 
each  other  a  short  time.  We  got  aboard  the 
plane  and  headed  north  again. 

"I  guess  it  was  about  three  hours  out 
when  one  of  the  motors  stopped— and  the 
pilot  came  back  and  told  us  we'd  have  to 
go  back  to  Alaska  for  repairs.  Kodiak,  he 
said  was  fogged  in,  so  we  were  going  to 
Anchorage. 

"Actually,  our  troubles  getting  out  of 
Alaska  would  fill  a  book.  We  landed  at 
Anchorage,  gave  a  couple  impromptu  shows 
to  GI's  who  also  thought  they'd  hit  the 
Christmas  jackpot,  then  took  off  for  Tokyo 
again.  The  next  stop,  however,  because  of 
the  broken  engine,  was  just  about  as  far 
north  as  you  can  get.  I  won't  mention  the 
name.  The  field  was  quite  a  distance  from 
the  barracks,  so  we  had  to  take  a  bus.  We 
gave  a  show  there  and  started  back  to  the 
air  field.  The  bus  ran  into  a  snowdrift  and 
couldn't  get  out.  They  sent  for  a  tractor. 
The  tractor  pulled  the  bus  out — then  it  got 
stuck— and  the  bus  had  to  pull  the  tractor 
out.  Then  we  got  to  the  field  and  into  the 
airplane,  where  the  pilot  discovered  the 
brakes  were  frozen.  They  got  a  lot  of  boil- 


ing  water  and  in  about  an  hour  unfroze 
the  brakes — and,  'way  behind  schedule,  we 
took  off  once  more  for  Tokyo.  Maybe  some 
of  the  gripes  were  because  of  these  set- 
backs, but  I  thought  it  was  all  fun. 

"It  was  exciting,  but  I  hope  I  never  again 
almost  not  make  a  place  as  nearly  as  we 
almost  didn't  make  Tokyo.  We  had  to  land 
because  we  were  out  of  gas  just  25  miles 
from  our  destination.  That  was  because  of 
head  winds.  But  anyway  we  gassed  up  and 
in  a  few  minutes  landed  outside  the  capital 
of  Japan. 

"T'd  never  even  imagined  Japan  was  as 
A  colorful  as  it  is.  We  were  billeted  at  the 
Imperial  Hotel,  and  spent  most  of  our  time 
being  briefed  by  officers  who  told  us  about 
security  measures  and  other  things  im- 
portant to  our  visit  to  the  front  lines.  Then 
we  were  taken  to  a  WAC  station  where  we 
were  given  our  Korean  'gear.'  Gear,  my 
eye!  I  got  a  pair  of  size  seven  shoes — and 
I  wear  four.  I  have  a  20-inch  waist,  and 
the  closest  they  could  come  to  fitting  me 
in  a  pair  of  GI  pants  was  27.  When  I  put 
the  outfit  on  and  started  outside  I  looked 
like  I  was  walking  in  a  hole.  Fortunately 
we  had  made  up  our  minds  that  we  would 
wear  ski  suits,  so  we  put  the  army  duds 
on  over  the  ski  clothes  and  headed  for 
Korea. 

"No  place,  not  even  Alaska,  is  as  cold  as 
Korea  in  the  winter.  To  keep  warm  I  wore 
two  suits  of  long  underwear,  the  ski  outfit, 
the  army  uniform  and  an  overcoat.  And  I 
was  still  cold.  We  were  assigned  to  a  hut, 
the  other  girls  and  myself,  that  was  part 
tent,  and  breezy,  but  we  were  where  we 
set  out  to  be  so  we  didn't  mind.  We  were 
lucky  at  that,  because  we  had  a  small 
pot-bellied  stove  on  which  we  could  heat 
water  and  wash  out  our  things  and  take 
sponge  baths.  I  felt,  maybe  for  the  first 
time  in  my  life,  that  I  was  going  through 
an  experience  that  was  really  good  for  me, 
and  that  I  was  doing  something  that  would 
help  somebody  else.  It  was  worth  all  the 
troubles  we  had  gone  through  to  get  there. 

"We  were  to  work  out  of  the  Tenth 
Corps,  so  a  schedule  was  set  up,  one  that 
would  make  it  possible  to  play  for  as 
many  soldiers  as  possible.  There  was  just 
one  restriction.  We  were  not  permitted  to 
visit  posts  within  range  of  enemy  shell  fire. 
But  we  got  close  enough  to  hear  them  com- 
ing in  and  landing  just  beyond  the  hills 
ahead. 

"Last  Christmas  is  one  I'll  never  forget. 
We  spent  Christmas  Eve  in  Seoul.  Motiva, 
Peggy  King,  Carolina  Cotten,  a  girl  named 
June  Brunner  and  I  stayed  at  a  girls' 
school,  and  we  gave  a  couple  of  shows  to 
the  soldiers  stationed  there.  Then,  bright 
and  early  on  Christmas  morning,  we  were 
flown  to  the  front.  All  of  our  troupe  gath- 
ered together  in  a  pre-fab  hut  and  had 
Christmas  breakfast.  I  had  brought  along 
one  of  those  cardboard  Christmas  trees  that 
fold  up,  and  I  put  it  up  and  placed  presents 
for  everyone  around  it.  Just  silly  presents. 
For  instance,  I  gave  Walter  and  Keenan 
paddle  balls.  We  sang  a  couple  of  carols 
together  and  I  guess  we  were  all  a  little 
dewey-eyed  that  morning,  thinking  of 
home.  And  then  we  started  the  rounds  of 
the  forward  outposts. 

"The  cold  be  danged.  Every  one  of  us 
girls  put  on  short  skirts,  high  heels  and 
sweaters.  And  everywhere  we  went  you'd 
have  thought  we  were  the  first  girls  those 
poor  guys  had  ever  seen.  And  never  as  long 
as  any  of.  us  live  will  we  forget  the  recep- 
tions. At  every  place  the  men  had  built 
stages,  sometimes  outside,  sometimes  in 
tents  or  pre-fabs,  but  there  was  always  a 
stage  and  a  decorated  Christmas  tree  in 
our  honor.  If  it  hadn't  been  for  the  guns  in 
the  distance  you'd  never  have  thought 
there  was  a  war  anywhere. 

"We  hopped  from  camp  to  camp  in  jeeps 
and  small  airplanes  that  shuttled  us  in 


twos  over  the  mountains  to  the  next  show 
place.  We  danced  ourselves  stiff  and  sang 
ourselves  hoarse.  And  Keenan  did  every 
comedy  routine  he  knew.  They  loved 
Walter  particularly.  He  was  travelling 
about  in  a  top  coat  and  Homburg  hat,  but 
he'd  take  them  off  when  we  got  to  a  stage 
and  was  funnier  than  Milton  Berle.  We 
travelled  and  worked  and  wore  ourselves 
out,  but  there  never  was  such  a  Christmas 
—and  never  in  my  life  have  I  been  hap- 
pier. 

"It  was  especially  wonderful  for  me.  It 
seemed  that  everywhere  I  turned  I  met 
boys  I  had  known  at  home,  many  I  had 
gone  to  school  with,  and  if  you  think  they 
were  glad  to  see  me,  it  was  not  half  as 
much  joy  for  them  as  it  was  for  me  to  see 
them  and  take  down  messages  to  carry 
home  to  their  families. 

"When  I  went  to  bed  after  that  busy  day, 
I  tried  to  think  that  I  had  been  in  a  small 
way  responsible  for  letting  those  fellows 
there  in  the  dread  winter  of  a  foreign 
land  know  that  the  people  at  home  had  not 
forgotten  them.  I  thanked  God  for  the 
chance  He  had  given  me  that  winter  of 
1952. 

"When  we  got  back  to  Tokyo,  our  work 
done,  most  of  us  were  ill  from  exposure. 
Keenan  and  Peggy  King  had  the  worst 
colds  and  both  had  ear  infections  that  made 
it  dangerous  for  them  to  fly.  So  I  stayed  on 
in  Tokyo  with  them  until  we  were  all  able 
to  come  back  together. 

"Now  that  I'm  back  here,  back  at  work  at 
the  studio,  with  a  sun  outside  and  a  com- 
fortable dressing  room  and  my  family  to  go 
to  at  night,  I  wonder  if  everything  I  used 
to  think  was  worthwhile  is  really  so.  When 
I  go  to  work  in  the  morning,  I  wonder  if 
it's  what  I  should  be  doing.  Sometimes  I 
think  I'd  like  to  go  back  to  school  and  then 
start  all  over  again — and  I  wonder  if  I'd 
go  into  the  movies.  Maybe  I'd  be  a  teacher." 

Tt  is  a  perfectly  natural  thing,  we  sup- 
A  pose,  for  a  girl  like  Debbie  Reynolds  to 
feel  the  way  she  does  after  the  experience 
she  has  been  through.  And  even  though  the 
story  of  her  Christmas  trip  to  bring  short 
skirts,  high  heels  and  sweaters  and  singing 
and  dancing  to  soldiers  overseas  is  a  bit 
dated  now  that  spring  is  upon  us,  we  feel 
somehow  that  the  recounting  of  it  and  what 
she  felt  is  the  best  way  to  know  her.  She 
has  other  facets  than  the  one  shown  in  that 
tale,  to  be  sure,  but  actually,  from  what 
she  says  now,  most  of  the  principles  that 
guide  her  life  now  have  been  strengthened 
by  her  adventure  at  Christmas. 

"I  have  no  intention  of  getting  married," 
she  said.  "I  like  a  lot  of  boys  in  Burbank 
and  in  Hollywood,  but  none  of  them  enough 
to  marry  them.  People  link  my  name  with 
Robert  Wagner  in  the  movie  magazines.  I 
don't  mind  that,  but  I'm  not  in  love  with 
Bob,  nor  is  he  in  love  with  me.  Ever  since 
I  have  been  in  pictures  I  have  tried  not  to 
lose  track  of  Debbie  Reynolds  of  Burbank, 
so  I  date  as  many  boys  in  my  home  town 
as  I  do  in  the  movie  business.  I  like  Carle- 
ton  Carpenter.  We  have  a  real  ball  together 
when  we  date.  But  I  like  Burbank  boys 
you  never  heard  of  just  as  much. 

"Maybe  the  reason  I  get  my  name  linked 
with  the  movie  actors  I  know  is  because  I 
have  to  go  out  with  them  on  special  occa- 
sions, like  movie  parties  and  premieres.  I 
tried  going  out  with  some  of  the  fellows 
around  here  on  dates  like  that  and  it  was 
torture  for  them.  The  minute  somebody 
recognizes  me  and  they  start  to  take  pic- 
tures and  ask  me  for  autographs,  these 
guys  get  all  panicky  and  squirm  and  try 
to  run  away.  If  I  go  to  these  affairs  with 
Bob  or  Carleton,  they  don't  mind.  They 
are  used  to  them  and  know  it  is  all  part  of 
the  movie  game. 

"If  you  really  want  to  see  me  having 
fun,  you'll  have  to  go  to  the  bowling  alley 
near  my  house,  or  to  the  ice  cream  parlor 


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when  we're  having  a  barbecue  or  a  swim- 
ming party. 

"And  another  thing  that  bothers  me 
about  Hollywood,"  Debbie  said,  "is  the 
way  romance  is  kicked  around.  They  even 
kick  love  around.  Not  the  actors,  actually, 
but  the  press.  They  take  it  so  lightly  that  it 
scares  me.  I  don't  ever  want  anything  like 
that  to  happen  to  me.  My  mother  and 
father  have  been  married  for  more  than  25 
years.  And  when  I  really  fall  in  love  I  want 
it  to  last  as  long  as  I  live — and  I  don't  want 
to  read  about  it  in  the  papers  every  time  we 
speak  a  harsh  word  to  one  another.  And 
when  I  get  married,  it  will  be  forever. 
When  I  say  'till  death  do  us  part,'  that's 
what  I'm  going  to  mean. 

"It's  a  funny  thing,"  Debbie  said,  "but  I 
sometimes  wish  I  had  never  gotten  into  the 
movies.  Maybe  it  would  have  been  better." 

A  fter  three  years  in  the  movies,  Debbie 
Reynolds  has  changed  considerably, 
both  in  her  attitude  toward  making  movies 
and  in  her  capabilities.  At  first  she  thought 
the  whole  business  was  something  of  a 
racket,  a  way  for  a  girl  to  pick  up  a  little 
money  before  they  got  wise.  The  fact  that 
this  was  her  opinion  is  borne  out  by  the 
fact  that  when  Warner  Brothers  put  her  on 
lay-off  close  to  Christmas  time  she  horri- 
fied everyone  at  the  studio  by  taking  a 
job  selling  hardware  in  a  Valley  dime  store. 
Debbie  didn't  know  what  the  fuss  was  all 
about.  She  did  both  jobs  just  for  the  money. 

When  she  first  got  into  the  movies  she 
couldn't  act,  so  she  did  the  next  best  thing, 
she  acted  herself.  She  couldn't  dance,  but 
she  took  a  few  lessons  and  tried.  If  you 
saw  her  in  Singing  In  The  Rain  you  know 
she  did  all  right  by  herself.  She  couldn't 
sing,  but  before  anyone  was  aware  of  it 
she,  teamed  with  Carleton  Carpenter,  had  a 
hit  record  on  the  market  that  sold  close  to 
a  million  copies.  That  was  Abba  Dabba 
Honeymoon.  And  when  the  record  was  at 
its  peak  of  popularity  she  made  the  rounds 
of  the  disk  jockeys,  at  the  request  of  the 
publicity  department,  and  astonished  all  of 
them  with  her  knowledge  of  singing  and 
music. 

Today,  however,  Debbie  Reynolds  is 
vitally  interested  in  her  work.  And  she's  a 
serious -minded  student  of  a  craft  she  once 
joked  about.  She  used  to  flit  about  the 
MGM  lot  in  her  early  days  lopking  for 
pranks  to  play  or  interesting  places  to 
loaf.  Now  she  toils  like  a  Barrymore.  And 
when  one  of  the  various  coaches  at  the 
studio  takes  visitors  around  the  lot,  they 
generally  stop  at  the  stage  where  Debbie 
is  working  and  introduce  her  as  their 
prize  pupil. 

Some  weeks  ago  there  was  a  casting 
conference  going  on  at  MGM.  The  execu- 
tives were  plotting  the  player  lists  for  the 
announcement  of  the  coming  season's  prod- 
uct. One  by  one  the  films  to  be  made  were 
discussed  and  cast,  tentatively,  of  course, 
but  with  the  stars  and  actresses  who  seemed 
right  for  the  parts.  Soon  the  job  was  done 
and  the  men  wearily  put  down  their 
papers.  Suddenly,  though,  one  of  them  took 
another  glance  at  the  completed  lists. 

"Say,"  he  said,  "has  any  star  ever  made 
nine  pictures  in  a  year  on  this  lot?" 

"Of  course  not,"  his  co-workers  chorused. 

"Then,"  said  the  first  man,  "we've  got  to 
start  all  over  again.  That's  how  many  parts 
we've  got  Debbie  Reynolds  committed  to 
here." 

They  groaned  and  went  back  to  work. 
"The  trouble  with  that  girl  is,"  one  man 
groused,  "that  she  can  play  anything." 

Debbie  Reynolds,  then,  in  three  short 
years  has  taken  a  solid  hold  on  stardom. 
She  is  considered  a  top  attraction,  and  the 
fan  mail  backs  this  up.  She  is  thought  to 
be  a  real  bet  as  a  singing  star,  and  Gene 
Kelly  himself  says  she's  as  good  a  dancer 
as  he  ever  hopes  to  work  with  as  either 


a  hoofer  or  director.  And  before  many 
seasons  have  passed  the  studio  expects 
Debbie  will  walk  away  with  some  big 
honor  for  her  acting.  That  is  Debbie  Reyn- 
olds in  her  career  life. 

Personally,  however,  you'd  never  know 
she  was  a  "Big  Shot."  There  is  in  Deb- 
bie Reynolds  a  sweetness  that  is  not  at  all 
sticky.  There  is  a  cleaving  to  old-fashioned 
habits  of  proper  living  that  is  seen  not  too 
often  in  the  younger  generation  today,  and 
very  seldom  in  youngsters  in  the  public 
eye.  But  she  will  stick  to  them,  you  can 
wager  on  that. 

We  saw  Debbie  Reynolds  going  to  a  party 
a  few  months  ago  and  it  was  something 
that  gave  us  food  for  thought.  There  was 
a  long  line  of  cars  slowly  creeping  up  the 
driveway  of  a  Beverly  Hills  mansion,  and 
a  corps  of  men  at  the  top  of  the  drive 
opening  doors  and  parking  the  cars  for 
the  guests.  There  was  quite  a  bit  of  space 
in  the  street  in  front  of  the  home,  but  no 
Hollywood  personality  worth  his  salt  will 
park  his  own  car  at  a  time  like  that. 

We  were  in  the  line  of  cars  when  we 
saw  a  battered,  but  neat,  convertible  slide 
into  a  space  at  the  curb.  Then  a  young 
man,  looking  fiercely  uncomfortable  in  a 
tuxedo  got  out  and  walked  to  the  other 
side  to  let  his  date  out.  They  walked  to 
the  gates  of  the  house,  looked  at  the  mad 
mob  in  the  driveway,  and  then  the  girl 
took  off  a  fancy  pair  of  satin  evening  shoes, 
and,  holding  her  gown  up  out  of  the  tall 
grass  of  the  lawn,  began  a  half-acre  walk 
to  the  house. 

We  drove  up  like  the  rest  of  the  folks 
and  then,  out  of  curiosity,  walked  around 
to  the  side  of  the  building  where  the  boy 
and  girl  had  disappeared.  They  stood  out- 
side a  huge  window  peering  in  at  the 
throngs  of  beautiful  women  and  handsome 
men  standing  about  the  room.  The  boy 
looked  scared  to  death.  The  girl  was  Deb- 
bie Reynolds,  and  she,  too,  looked  at  what 
was  going  on  in  awe,  her  dress  still  held 
up  and  her  slippers  in  her  hand. 

That,  we  thought,  as  we  went  inside,  is 
the  way  to  go  to  a  Hollywood  party.  It's 
more  fun  to  watch  than  to  attend.  We 
went  about  our  business  shaking  hands 
with  famous  people  and  chatting  idly  with 
celebrities.  We  never  saw  Debbie  inside. 
Maybe  she  and  her  date  just  stayed  outside 
and,  after  they'd  seen  enough,  went  to 
a  quieter  place  that  might  be  more  fun. 
If  she  did,  it  was  typical  of  her.  She's  not 
Hollywood  at  all.    Not  Debbie.  END 


I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

When  one  of  the 
night  clubs  on  the 
Strip  had  an  open- 
ing recently,  fans 
gathered  outside 
to  take  snapshots 
of  the  stars  as 
they  arrived. 
When  Joan  Craw- 
ford appeared,  it 
seemed  as  if 
everyone  wanted 

a  picture  of  her,  because  all  at  once  the 
flashes  began  to  go  off.  But  there  was 
one  fan  who  couldn't  get  her  camera 
to  work.  Miss  Crawford  noticed  and 
went  over  to  help  her.  The  star,  in  her 
beautiful  evening  gown,  took  the 
flashbulb,  bent  down,  and  scraped 
the  bulb  along  the  concrete  sidewalk. 
Then  she  gave  the  bulb  back  to  the 
fan,  and  told  her  to  try  it  again.  This 
time  it  worked  perfectly,  and  Joan, 
as  she  left,  told  the  grateful  fan:  "I 
hope  the  picture  turns  out  nicely." 

Nancy  Streebeck 
Hollywood,  California 


prayer  and  laughter 


(Continued  from  page  67)  What  did  peo- 
ple say  God  did?  He  lightened  their 
souls.  What  did  I  do?  I  helped  them 
touch  happiness.  Wasn't  that  the  same? 
Surely  it  was  close  to  being  the  same.  I 
felt  good.  In  hunger,  on  my  hard  bed, 
shivering  in  thin  clothes,  I  could  still  feel 
good.  And  sometimes  I'd  think,  "Well, 
God,  we're  partners."  It  was  a  good 
thought.  You  will  smile  at  this  but  it 
was  such  a  good  thought  that  I  still  have 
it.  I  still  think  I  am  a  partner  of  God. 
Only  now  I  know  I  am  not  His  only  part- 
ner. I  think  He  has  a  partner  in  every- 
one who  walks  on  earth;  some  are  active 
and  contribute  their  interest  and  their 
energy;  some  are  just  silent  partners— 
but  none  can  take  His  name  off  the 
door. 

You  know,  a  child's  world  is  small  and 
everything  narrows  down  with  it.  When  I 
first  met  God  He  was  doing  a  small  busi- 
ness—just taking  care  of  the  Catholics. 
This  was  because  I  was  a  Catholic  and 
didn't  give  Him  much  thought  until  I  was 
taken  to  make  my  first  communion.  But 
soon  afterwards,  when  I  went  out  into  the 
world  (and  I  started  leaving  home  on  my 
own  during  summer  vacations  before  I  was 
14),  I  saw  that  He  was  organized  on  a 
much  wider  scale. 

It  became  apparent  to  me  that  God  was 
associated  with  the  Protestants,  with  the 
Jews,  and,  as  I  began  to  suspect,  with  anyT 
one  else  who  had  the  free  will  given  to  all 
humans  to  either  love  or  hate  their  fellow- 
men.  I  had  to  think  this  because  all  kinds 
of  people  helped  or  hindered  me.  and  I 
had  to  believe  through  experience  that  you 
couldn't  tell  which  they  were  going  to  do 
by  the  labels  on  the  outside.  A  Catholic 
was  not  necessarily  a  kind  person;  a  Prot- 
estant not  necessarily  a  devil;  a  Jew  not 
necessarily  a  stranger.  Today  I  think  this 
was  not  only  the  greatest  lesson  I  ever 
learned,  but  the  one  the  whole  world  is 
painfully  coming  to  learn.  Prejudice  is 
based  on  labels;  wine  out  the  labels  and 
you  wipe  out  prejudice. 

Or— pin  them  all  onto  yourself.  If  God 
is  everything  then  we  are  everything.  In 
one  of  my  pockets  I  carry  a  crucifix,  in  the 
other  a  Hebrew  mezuzah.  I  am  a  32nd 
degree  Mason. 

iyr  aybe  I  can  recall  how  I  got  started  into 
-LTA  thinking  this  way.  It  began,  I  believe, 
when  I  was  still  a  child  and  after  my  com- 
munion. While  the  first  church  I  knew 
about  was,  of  course,  a  Catholic  one,  the 
second  was  a  Lutheran  one.  It  was  here  I 
had  to  go  to  attend  the  services  for  the 
soul  of  my  Aunt  Carrie  when  she  died  from 
erysipelas,  an  infection  developing  from  a 
cut  she  suffered  while  picking  tomatoes. 
We  had  to  do  a  lot  of  picking  in  our  family 
to  live;  tomatoes,  coal  off  the  railroad 
tracks,  firewood  off  construction  sites,  the 
last  crumb  off  the  plate.  .  .  . 

I  loved  Aunt  Carrie.  As  I  sat  in  the  pew 
that  afternoon,  filled  with  the  combination 
of  mysticism  and  dread  that  can  grip  a  kid 
in  the  presence  of  death,  I  was  worried. 
What  would  happen  to  Aunt  Carrie,  lying 
in  her  casket  in  this  church,  when  God 
was  over  by  the  other  one?  How  would 
she  ever  get  to  Him?  How  would  He  know 
where  she  was?  I  was  much  too  perturbed 
about  this  to  listen  to  the  preacher's  prayer 
and  eulogy.  But  I  knew  when  he  had  fin- 
ished. As  we  said,  "Amen,"  a  shaft  of  sun- 
light shot  down  through  one  of  the  high, 
stained-glass  windows.  It  fell  on  the 
coffin,  bathing  it  in  a  whole  pattern  of 
dancing,  gleaming  colors.  I  knew  then 
that  He  had!  He  had  found  Aunt  Carrie. 
Good  old  God— you  couldn't  fool  Him  by 
putting  different  names  on  your  churches! 


I  don't  want  to  give  anyone  the  impres- 
sion that  I  must  have  been  one  of  those 
queer  youngsters,  the  poetic,  angelic  kind, 
bless  them,  who  walk  around  with  faraway 
looks  in  their  eyes.  I  was  more  the  scrubby, 
sharp-eyed,  hustler  type  .  .  .  with  an  open 
mind  about  life  and  the  things  you  some- 
times have  to  do  to  keeo  living  it.  To  tell 
the  truth  I  hung  around  the  pool  room  a 
lot  more  than  I  did  the  church.  A  lot  of 
the  honest  dollars  I  earned  those  days  I 
earned  working  for  dishonest  men.  I  mean 
I  worked  hard  for  my  money  when  I  en- 
tertained for  pitchmen,  but  they  were  get- 
ting the  money  to  pay  me  by  fooling  the 
public  with  their  fake  medicine  or  wares. 
And  some  of  my  dollars  I  earned  in  even 
more  questionable  ways  .  .  .  meaning  I 
was  directly  at  fault. 

I  didn't  worry  about  it  at  first.  I  wasn't 
even  conscious  of  doing  wrong,  or  at  least 
wouldn't  even  dream  of  taking  off  time  to 
go  into  the  question.  That  came  later.  Nor 
did  I  reform  immediately  when  I  did  real- 
ize it.  That  too,  the  development  of  first, 
conscience,  and  then  character  to  follow 
conscience,  took  time  and  had  to  come 
later.  But  it  came,  over  a  long  period  of 
troubled  moods,  of  realizations  that  I  had 
hurt  or  wronged  someone,  of  truths  that 
persisted  in  telling  themselves  to  me  when 
I  would  much  rather  not  hear  about  them. 

I"  never  knew  my  father — and  this  is  one 
A  of  the  saddest  statements  I  ever  have 
to  make.  He  died  before  I  was  born.  But 
some  of  the  earliest  words  I  can  recall  were 
about  him,  that  he  had  been  a  great  come- 
dian, a  clown  with  the  Hagenback- Wal- 
lace Circus;  and  from  the  start  there  was 
fired  in  me  an  ambition  to  follow  in  his 
footsteps.  At  least  I  cannot  remember  ever 
wanting  to  be  anything  else  but  a  fellow 
who  can  bring  laughs  into  the  world.  I 
started  entertaining  when  I  was  five  years 
old,  entertaining  visiting  relatives  for 
whom  I  would  drape  an  American  flag 
around  myself  and  orate  like  a  preacher. 
Later,  out  in  the  street,  and  substituting  a 
minstrel  costume  for  the  flag,  I  tried  out 
the  same  act  for  straneers  on  a  stage  I  had 
figured  out  for  myself — the  doorways  of 
empty  stores. 

I  used  to  do  and  sell  card  tricks.  In  re- 
turn for  running  errands  for  card  players 
in  the  pool  room  they  would  give  me  their 
old  decks.  Using  glue,  knife  and  scissors, 
I  would  convert  these  into  magic  decks  and 
then  demonstrate  them  on  my  stage.  Then 
came  the  selling  pitch — a  quarter  a  deck. 
In  order  to  work  up  a  crowd  I  had  to  en- 
tertain in  many  ways;  singing,  playing  a 
uke,  telling  jokes.  My  mother  made  me  a 
black  wig  out  of  pieces  of  a  worn,  caracul 
coat,  and  helped  me  put  together  a  bright 
minstrel  jacket.  I  would  "black-up"  in  the 
washroom  of  the  nearest  filling  station  and 
be  all  ready  to  go  on.  My  only  worry  was 
hecklers — kids  of  my  own  age.  And,  of 
course,  I  didn't  get  anywhere  trying  to 
squash  them  with  wise  cracks.  I  had  to 
get  out  there  and  fight.  Yes,  sir,  you  saw 
everything  when  you  came  to  my  show. 

When  I  could  get  a  regular  job,  back  in 
those  days  in  Vincennes,  Indiana,  I  took  it. 
One  of  my  jobs  was  working  for  the  J.  C. 
Penny  company  breaking  up  packing  cases 
and  lugging  the  wood  up  into  the  alley 
to  be  carted  away.  But  when  a  chance 
came  to  join  a  show  on  the  road,  a  min- 
strel outfit,  a  stock  company,  or  even  a 
high  or  low  pitchman,  away  I'd  go.  The 
reasons  I'd  give  my  mother  were  always 
the  same:  Some  day  I  was  going  to  be  the 
greatest  comedian  in  the  world;  some  day 
I  was  going  to  take  her  to  a  warmer  cli- 
mate; some  day  I  was  going  to  die  a  mil- 
lionaire. Well,  I  have  brought  her  out  to 
California  and  if  you  don't  check  the  ther- 
mometer too  closely  maybe  I  have  come 
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comedy  .  .  .  when  she  talks  about  it  she 
says  I'm  coming  right  along.  About  the 
million  .  .  .  well,  I  meant  it,  but  I'm  not  in 
such  a  hurry. 

I  got  out  of  going  to  school  awfully  early 
I'm  afraid,  but  it  was  no  great  loss  in  any 
case.  All  I  ever  did  in  school  was  sit  and 
dream  about  show  business  anyway.  And 
life  was  getting  ready  to  tumble  me  around 
and  pound  sense  into  me  .  .  .  even  if  it 
wasn't  in  a  classroom.  I  was  going  to  slide 
into  a  lot  of  easy  ways  of  getting  along, 
and  then  I  was  going  to  be  clunked. 

In  Peoria,  Illinois,  one  fine  day,  my 
pitchman  boss  promised  the  audience  sets 
of  silverware  with  darn  near  every  bottle 
of  his  elixir  (made  up  of  burnt  sugar  and 
epsom  salts  in  water)  they  bought.  Then 
he  ducked  out  leaving  me  holding  the  bag 
— or  stage.  When  the  crowd  caught  wise 
and  turned  on  me,  my  joke  telling  sud- 
denly ended  in  a  face-full  of  tears.  Only 
these  tears,  and  my  youth,  saved  me  from 
a  bad  time. 

Another  time,  at  the  age  of  about  14,  I 
found  myself  without  funds,  and  in  Val- 
paraiso, Indiana,  instead  of  Vincennes 
where  I  had  a  mother  and  a  home.  Where- 
upon I  got  mixed  up  in  as  weird  a  scheme 
as  you  could  find  this  side  of  grave-rob- 
bing— and  not  very  far  this  side  of  it  either. 

Avery  bland  gent  with  a  fast  rate  of 
speech  got  me  into  it.  He  had  a  stock 
of  two-bit  pen  and  pencil  sets,  in  fake 
gold,  but  individually  boxed.  He  was  doing 
a  fine  business  selling  these  to  dead  people! 
Of  course  the  dead  didn't  pay — their 
mourners  did.  From  the  obituary  column 
in  the  newspapers  he  would  get  the  names 
and  addresses  of  recently  deceased,  paste 
their  names  on  the  inside  of  the  box  with 
dime  store  lettering,  and  then  show  up  at 
the  door.  The  dialogue  went  as  follows: 

"How  do  you  do,  madame?  Is  Mr. 
Brown  in?" 

"No.  Mr.  Brown  .  .  ." 
"When  will  he  be  home?" 
"I'm  afraid  never.  Mr.  Brown  .  .  .  died 
a  few  days  ago." 

"Oh,  I'm  terribly  sorry.  You  see,  he  or- 
dered this  gold-plated  pen  and  pencil  set, 
personally  inscribed  to  him,  and  we  are 
just  making  delivery  now." 

He'd  hold  the  set  up,  she'd  see  the  name 
of  her  husband  (or  whatever  the  relation- 
ship) on  the  box,  and  in  her  sentimental 
state  would  invariably  buy  it.  The  price 
was  five  dollars.  I  tried  it  and  it  worked 
.  .  .  several  times.  I  had  food  in  my  belly, 
money  in  my  pockets,  and  began  telling 
myself  I  was  a  very  smart  boy.  But  some- 
thing was  wrong  inside  of  me  somewhere — 
only  I  did  my  best  not  to  know  what  it 
was.  To  this  day  I  keep  telling  myself  I 
would  have  quit  soon  anyway,  but,  as  it 
was,  I  got  help.  On  my  list  was  a  Roland 
Sheffield,  who,  according  to  his  obituary, 
had  died  at  the  age  of  60.  A  middle-aged 
woman  came  to  the  door  and  the  spiel  went 
as  usual  until  I  got  to  the  part  about  the 
recently  deceased  having  ordered  the  pen 
and  pencil  set. 

The  woman's  eyes  opened  wide.  "I'm 
just  a  friend  of  the  family,"  she  said,  "but 
I  must  say  Roland  Sheffield  was  a  good 
deal  smarter  than  he  let  on  to  his  folks. 
You  see,  Roland  was  just  six  months  old 
when  he  died." 

I  stopped  running  about  20  blocks  later, 
when  I  was  well  out  of  town,  and  checked 
the  newspaper  again.  It  still  claimed  that 
Roland  Sheffield  was  60.  The  typesetter 
must  have  made  a  mistake,  I  decided,  but 
not  as  big  a  mistake  as  I  had  made.  Noth- 
ing was  ever  more  plain. 

Children  in  school  or  living  with  their 
families  are  told  what  is  right  and  what 
is  wrong.  To  some  extent  they  also  find 
out  for  themselves.  I  found  out  almost 
all  by  myself,  by  living  in  error  or  along- 


side it,  and  knowing  it  for  what  it  was  .  .  . 
not  guessing.  The  education  I  got  ground 
and  slapped  into  me  might  be  difficult  to 
describe  in  terms  of  formal  learning,  but 
what  there  is  of  it  is  solid.  Nobody  ever 
had  to  paint  the  horrors  of  drink  to  me; 
I  was  next  door  to  them  for  years  and 
wouldn't  dream  of  getting  any  closer.  No- 
body ever  had  to  tell  me  about  gambling; 
I  saw  it  around  me  as  a  child  in  terms  of 
the  unforgettable  misery  it  can  cause,  and 
the  lesson  is  in  me  to  stay.  A  big  Chicago 
night  club  once  paid  me  almost  double  my 
salary  to  star  in  one  of  its  shows.  I  won- 
dered why  because  my  act  proved  not  at 
all  suitable  for  its  patrons,  and  one  night 
one  of  the  waiters  told  me  the  reason.  He 
said  the  club  owners  felt  I  wouldn't  cost 
them  anything  because  they  were  sure  I 
was  a  gambler  and  expected  me  to  lose 
my  salary  and  more  on  their  dice  and  card 
tables.  Honestly,  I  felt  sorry  for  them. 
Nobody  has  ever  seen  me  bet  more  than 
an  apple  in  my  life. 

You  learn  to  think,  and  think  right 
through  to  rock  bottom,  when  you  are 
on  your  own.  You  automatically  take  prom- 
ises apart  for  the  facts  in  them,  you  study 
over  all  you  see  and  hear  until  it  makes 
sense.  Sometimes  your  findings  aren't 
popular  ones,  the  crowd  and  you  don't 
think  alike.  Well  .  .  .  that's  the  price  a 
man  pays  if  he  doesn't  like  to  kid  himself 
.  .  .  and  it's  worth  it. 

Eventually,  these  ways  of  thinking  are 
the  ways  in  which  you  come  to  look  at 
religion.  And  it  is  so  with  me.  For  in- 
stance, the  Christ  who  is  always  pictured 
with  hands  in  pious  gesture  and  holy  look 
shining  from  his  face — the  Christ  in  san- 
dals and  flowing  robe.  For  me  this  is  too 
pat  a  picture  for  One  who  attracted  tens 
of  thousands  of  adherents  in  His  time,  and 
hundreds  or  thousands  of  millions  after 
His  going.  His  must  have  been  a  more 
positive,  a  more  human  personality.  I  can 
see  Him  with  His  disciples.  He  calls  to 
them.  "Say,  fellows  .  .  ."  and  they  turn  to 
Him  as  He  speaks,  not  in  book  talk,  in 
vague  verses  or  proverbs,  but  in  direct 
words,  man  to  man,  and  with  an  animation 
and  enthusiasm  that  puts  a  snap  in  the 
very  atmosphere  around  them.  That  was 
Jesus  Christ  as  I  see  Him. 

Those  people  who  like  to  be  described 
as  God-fearing  Christians — I  just  cannot 
agree  that  there  can  be  such  people.  The 
very  first  feeling  I  ever  had  of  God,  the 
very  nature  of  God,  if  you  like,  is  that  He 
is  One  to  whom  you  come  in  trust.  If  you 
trust  someone  are  you  not  being  untrue  by 
fearing  him?  It  is  more  likely  that  you 
love  him.  So  for  me  the  phrase  is  best, 
means  what  you  want  it  to  mean,  when 
you  say,  "A  God-loving  Christian." 

The  biblical  explorers,  men  and  women 
who  delve  into  the  depths  of  Bible  print 
and  like  to  split  hairs  as  to  the  possible 
meaning  of  certain  passages;  they  have 
never  impressed  me,  neither  with  their 
learning  nor  their  Christian  spirit.  The 
world  doesn't  suffer  for  a  lack  of  clear, 
religious  text,  nor  are  the  ways  of  man 
clogged  up  by  biblical  obscurities.  If  only 
the  most  simple  of  the  Bible's  injunctions 
were  followed:  the  Sermon  on  the  Mount, 
the  Ten  Commandments,  the  Lord's  Prayer, 
you  would  no  longer  require  armies,  or  a 
police  force,  or  even  laws.  Truth  needs  no 
interpreters — just  spreading. 

When  prayers  were  first  explained  to 
me,  when  I  first  heard  those  in  which 
a  whole  detailed  series  of  requests  is  con- 
tained, it  sounded  just  as  if  someone  was 
reading  off  a  Christmas  list.  It  just  didn  t 
sound  right  to  me— if  you  know  what  I 
mean.  I  felt  then,  as  I  feel  now,  that  one 
doesn't  ask  for  material  gain  or  the  specific 
article.  I  pray.  I  pray  every  night  that  I 


can  be  a  better  person,  that  I  can  be  of 
service,  and  that  I  can  continue  to  make 
people  laugh.  I  pray  not  only  to  God  but 
to  myself  because  I  think  God  is  in  me,  as 
He  is  in  all  of  us,  and  that  in  this  way  it 
is  given  to  me  to  help  myself.  It  was  thus 
I  prayed  last  New  Year's  Eve,  when  I  was 
recovering  from  a  serious  operation,  and  I 
added  the  hope  that  I  become  more  under- 
standing. This  was  important  to  me  be- 
cause I  have  come  a  long  way  from  the 
kid  I  was — and  I  want  to  keep  on  coming. 

Sometimes,  when  they  are  travelling, 
strangers  will  start  talking  to  each  other, 
and  if  they  are  companionable  and  lucky 
their  words  will  fall  together  nicely.  The 
nicest  I  ever  heard  fell  on  my  ears  when 


spoken  by  a  little  Irish  priest  who  took  the 
seat  in  front  of  me  on  a  New  York  to  Cali- 
fornia plane  a  few  years  ago.  We  had 
talked  for  some  time,  and  he  had  learned 
on  a  stop-off  in  Chicago  who  I  was,  when 
I  asked  him  if  he  liked  to  fly. 

"No,"  he  said.  "Do  you?" 

"No,  I  don't,"  I  told  him. 

He  nodded.  "That's  because  you  and  I 
work  with  people,"  he  said.  He  looked  out 
of  the  window  and  pointed  below.  "Neither 
one  of  us  should  have  a  fear  of  flying. 
Working  with  people  I  think  we  are  a  little 
closer  to  Him  down  there  than  we  are  up 
here." 

Yes  .  .  .  the  nicest  words  I  have  ever 
heard.  END 


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(Continued  from  page  57)  then  on  he 
lived  out  of  suitcases,  and  was  extracting 
a  sport  shirt  from  one  the  morning  the 
phone  rang.  It  was  the  studio,  with  news 
that  gave  them  a  slight  reprieve.  His  de- 
parture had  been  postponed  for  another 
week.  Maybe,  they  thought  hopefully,  the 
baby  would  come  early.  When  consulted 
on  this  possibility  for  the  eighth  time,  the 
doctor  shook  his  head.  "Don't  count  on  it 
before  September  1st." 

By  the  time  Jeff  got  his  smallpox  vac- 
cination and  had  received  his  passport, 
the  studio  had  decided  on  two  more  post- 
ponements. He  was  due  to  leave  the  fol- 
lowing day  when  on  August  28th  he  re- 
ceived a  cable  from  Malta  from  Frank 
McCarthy,  producer  of  the  picture.  Mc- 
Carthy knew  how  anxious  Jeff  was  to 
stick  around  home  as  long  as  possible  and 
was  doing  his  best  to  stretch  the  starting 
date.  The  cable  read  to  the  effect  that 
Jeff  could  count  on  September  5th  as  the 
absolute  deadline  for  leaving  the  West 
Coast. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hunter  whooped  and  hol- 
lered and  blessed  the  Irish  in  general,  and 
the  following  morning  Mr.  Hunter  noticed 
a  vaguely  puzzled  expression  on  Mrs. 
Hunter's  face. 

"What  is  it?"  he  said. 

"I  think  I'm  going  to  cooperate,"  said 
Barbara. 

On  the  doctor's  advice  they  waited  until 
noon  before  going  to  the  Santa  Monica 
Hospital.  Barbara's  mother  was  the  only 
other  person  in  the  waiting  room,  and 
they  consoled  each  other  until  shortly  after 
five  o'clock  that  afternoon,  when  a  boy 
was  born. 

IWhen  Jeff  first  saw  the  small  scrunched 
vv  bundle  of  humanity  that  was  held  up 
to  him  behind  the  glass  of  the  nursery,  he 
nervously  fingered  the  pocket  handker- 
chief he  had  removed  from  a  suitcase  that 
morning.    "Is  it  mine?"  he  mumbled. 

Mrs.  Rush  was  more  appreciative  in  her 
verbal  comment.  "Oh,  Jeff!  It's  a  darling 
boy!" 

"Oh,"  said  the  new  father,  mopping  his 
forehead.  "Is  it?" 

He  had  five  more  days  to  recuperate,  and 
on  September  4th  put  Barbara  Rush  Hun- 
ter and  Christopher  Merrill  Hunter  ten- 
derly into  the  back  seat  of  his  car.  He 
drove  home  as  though  Sunset  Boulevard 
were  paved  with  whole  eggs,  and  gingerly 
installed  his  new  family  in  their  respective 
bedrooms,  then  backed  off  in  bewilderment 
and  gratitude  while  Mother  Rush  took 
over  with  an  experienced  hand. 

The  next  morning  he  gathered  his  lug- 
gage from  the  perimeter  of  the  living 
room,  took  a  last  look  at  his  new  son  and 
put  his  arms  around  his  wife.  It  had  been 
wonderful  that  he'd  been  allowed  to  stay 


as  long  as  he  had,  but  he  was  well  aware 
that  their  parting  now  was  even  rougher 
on  Barbara  than  it  was  on  himself.  Mrs. 
Rush  would  stay  with  her,  and  Jeff  knew 
his  mother-in-law  would  give  service 
that  would  be  the  envy  even  of  a  mother 
hen.  But  just  the  same,  he  asked  himself, 
what  would  happen  when  Barbara  suc- 
cumbed to  the  famous  new-mother  blues, 
and  he  wasn't  there  to  console  her?  What 
would  happen  if  Chris  got  the  hiccups, 
or  the  croup,  or  maybe  he  might  have  that 
three-month  colic  they'd  read  about.  He 
suddenly  felt  a  lump  rising  in  his  throat, 
and  he  gave  Barbara  a  hug  that  left  her 
breathless,  then  broke  away  and  ran 
down  the  steps. 

He  flew  to  New  York  and  there  boarded 
a  plane  for  England  but  by  the  time  they 
had  reached  Newfoundland  the  engine  was 
spluttering  in  a  frightening  way,  and  pass- 
engers were  informed  there  would  be  a 
nine  hour  delay.  Jeff  had  promised  to 
cable  Barbara  the  minute  he  landed  in 
London,  and  thinking  that  a  delay  of  nine 
hours  would  make  her  frantic,  he  wired 
about  it  from  Newfoundland.  On  receiv- 
ing it  Barbara  didn't  so  much  as  raise  an 
eyebrow.  To  her,  an  airplane  is  no  more 
dangerous  than  a  subway,  and  for  years 
she  has  boarded  airlines  with  the  aplomb 
that  St.  Peter  might  have  in  a  similar 
situation.  Boats — they  are  something  else, 
and  already  she  was  worried  about  Jeff's 
decision  to  return  home  on  the  liner 
United  States. 

As  Barbara  knew  it  would,  Jeff's  plane 
arrived  safely  at  the  London  airport.  The 
ship  flew  in  at  dusk,  and  although  the 
proverbial  mist  was  in  the  air  Jeff  could 
see  the  ancient  city  beneath  him,  its  lights 
twinkling  as  far  as  the  eye  could  see.  He 
stepped  out  of  the  plane  with  the  conscious 
thought,  "I  am  in  England."  When  the 
voice  of  the  announcer  on  the  public  ad- 
dress system  crackled  through  the  air  in 
a  Cockney  accent,  he  grinned  to  himself. 
This  was  perfect. 

Trc  order  to  keep  it  that  way,  he  tried  to 
dodge  the  loneliness  that  enveloped 
him  whenever  he  thought  of  his  family, 
6,000  miles  away.  He  kept  busy,  and  was 
thankful  that  in  that  first  month  he  was 
allowed  a  lot  of  free  time.  He  saw  Lon- 
don, upside  down  and  inside  out.  He  went 
to  Madame  Tussaud's  wax  works,  to  St. 
Paul's  Cathedral,  to  the  Tower  of  Lon- 
don. He  watched  the  Changing  of  the 
Guard  at  Buckingham  Palace,  and  he  re- 
served a  whole  day  for  Westminister  Ab- 
bey. Jeff  had  always  loved  history,  and 
having  the  living  reality  of  these  old 
stones  beneath  his  feet  gave  him  a  tre- 
mendous thrill.  He  recorded  all  of  it  for 
Barbara,  who  had  yearned  to  see  Europe 
as  much  as  he,  with  his  Rolleiflex  camera. 
Whenever  he  left  the  hotel  in  the  morning 
his  shoulders  were  criss-erossed  with  the 
straps  of  his  photographic  equipment,  and 
wherever  he  went  he  caught  only  a  portion 


Shaped  to  fit  hand 
Curved  fingers 
for  comfort 


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on  palms  Jj| 
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of  the  guides'  remarks  because  he  was  so 
intent  on  the  problems  of  exposures,  fil- 
ters and  speeds. 

He  had  time  to  leave  London  and  see 
more  of  England.  He  went  up  to  Stratford- 
on-Avon  and  steeped  himself  in  the  rever- 
ence felt  by  the  old  town  for  Shakespeare. 
He  went  to  Leamington  Spa  to  watch  the 
English  at  play,  and  he  went  down  to 
Hampton  Court,  the  famous  old  palace  of 
Henry  VIII.  He  watched  an  English  soc- 
cer game  and  was  deeply  impressed  by 
the  skill  involved,  and  then  he  went  to 
a  cricket  game  and  was  stumped.  Cricket 
was  the  only  thing  in  all  of  England  that 
left  him  cold — cricket  and  the  London  fog, 
which  at  the  time  Jeff  was  there  blanketed 
the  city  in  the  worst  attack  on  record. 
Otherwise  he  fell  in  love  with  the  country, 
its  cities  and  its  scenery,  and  mostly  its 
people,  who  were  the  soul  of  courtesy  to 
Jeff.  He  grew  to  admire  them  tremen- 
dously. "Nobody  can  do  so  much,  and  so 
cheerfully,  with  so  little,"  he  says. 

He  met  a  surprising  number  of  friends 
while  there.  In  Westminister  Abbey  he 
was  looking  at  the  tomb  of  Edward  the 
Confessor  when  he  was  suddenly  slapped 
on  the  back  and  turned  to  find  two  col- 
lege friends  he  hadn't  seen  in  years.  At 
Bushey  Air  Base,  where  Jeff  made  a  per- 
sonal appearance,  he  was  introduced  to  the 
American  personnel  officer.  "Lieutenant 
Bell,  this  is  Jeff  Hunter."  They  stared  at 
each  other  a  full  minute  before  the  officer 
said,  "What's  this  Jeff  Hunter  business? 
Aren't  vou  Hank  McKinnies  from  Mil- 
waukee?" And  Jeff  recognized  him  as  an- 
other old  school  friend. 

His  birthday  on  November  25th  was 
spent  alone,  but  brightened  by  Barbara's 
thoughtfulness.  More  than  a  week  before, 
she  had  given  him  a  birthday  party,  and 
on  his  birthday  he  received  not  only  a 
tie  from  her,  a  print  job  with  English 
knights  jousting  across  it,  but  also  a  piece 
of  the  cake,  some  of  the  candles,  a  chain 
letter  from  the  guests,  and  a  flock  of  oic- 
tures  showing  the  gang  at  home.  That 
night  he  sat  alone  in  his  hotel  room,  and 
setting  the  time  meter  on  his  camera,  took- 
pictures  to  send  back  to  Barbara.  A  week 
later  she  opened  an  envelope  and  saw 
him  eating  the  cake,  reading  the  letter, 
looking  at  the  pictures  and  opening  her 
package.  It  wasn't  the  same  as  being  to- 
gether, but  it  helped. 

'"Pheir  letters  to  each  other  were  frequent 
and  full.  Barbara  sent  him  a  daily  re- 
port of  their  son's  progress.  Chris  was 
healthy  and  happy,  he  had  an  appetite  like 
a  stevedore,  and  he  was  a  rarity  in  that 
he  had  already  got  the  idea  that  nights 
are  for  sleeping.  She  sent  him  scores  of 
pictures  and  Jeff  spent  hours  trying  to 
scotch-tape  them  together  in  accordion 
fashion  so  that  when  anyone  inquired 
after  his  son  he  could  whip  a  foot-long 
record  out  of  his  pocket.  The  pictures 
arrived  in  such  volume,  however,  that  he 
soon  gave  up  the  idea  and  instead  strung 
them  bunting  fashion  across  his  room. 

His  letters  to  her  were  often  written  in 
dialect,  of  which  Jeff  was  learning  a  be- 
wildering assortment,  even  within  the 
confines  of  England.  His  letters  from  Paris 
were  addressed  to  Mme.  Hunter,  and  those 
from  Rome  came  to  Signora  Hunter. 

The  visit  to  Paris  stretched  only  over 
a  weekend,  but  in  that  time  Jeff  saw  more 
than  the  average  tourist  sees  in  a  week. 
Frank  McCarthy  and  director  Roy  Boult- 
ing  went  with  him,  flying  across  on  a 
Friday  night,  and  from  then  on  Jeff  forgot 
what  sleep  meant.  They  contacted  a  friend 
of  a  friend  who  worked  in  Paris  with  TWA 
and  who  was  kind  enough  to  supply  them 
not  only  with  a  car,  but  with  his  services 
as  companion  and  guide.  They  started  out 
in  Montemartre  that  night,  seeing  the 
Sacre-Coeur  and  then  the  famous  night 


spots  of  that  naughty  hill.  They  went  all 
over  Paris  and  ended  up  at  dawn  in  Pigal- 
le  at  a  cabaret  which  caters  to  American 
performers.  The  next  dav  Jeff  went  on  a 
shopping  spree  and  bought  Barbara  a  real 
French  chapeau,  for  he  is  one  of  those 
rare  men  who  knows  how  and  wants  to 
shop  for  women,  and  even  the  language 
problem  didn't  stop  him  from  choosing 
a  hat  that  is  currently  the  envy  of  other 
Hollywood  actresses. 

He  went  into  Notre  Dame  and  had  lunch 
at  a  sidewalk  cafe  and  then  walked  along 
the  left  bank  of  the  Seine,  wishing  might- 
ily that  Barbara  could  be  with  him.  He 
looked  at  the  awesome  spread  of  buildings 
that  comprise  the  Louvre,  and  decided  to 
wait  until  he  and  Barbara  together  could 
some  day  enjoy  its  treasures.  The  trip  was 
finished  off  on  Saturday  night  by  a  visit 
to  the  Folies  Bergere,  and  he  went  back 
to  London  the  next  day  still  unable  to 
believe  that  he  had  really  seen  Paris. 

There  followed  six  weeks  of  location 
work  in  Malta,  and  despite  the  fact  it  was 
wintertime  in  the  rest  of  the  world,  the 
Mediterranean  was  in  its  perpetual  state 
of  summer  sunshine.  They  worked  on  Gozo 
Island,  a  rocky  promontory  in  the  sea 
which  afforded  the  stark  and  rugged  ter- 
rain over  which  Jeff  was  required  to  walk, 
run,  and  crawl.  The  cast  and  crew  of  the 
movie  lived  in  those  days  on  the  British 
cruiser  Manxman,  disguised  for  the  picture 
as  a  German  ship,  and  Jeff  made  fast 
friends  with  many  of  the  ship's  crew.  In 
his  free  time  he  went  spear  fishing, 
equipped  with  spear,  snorkel  mask  and 
swim  fins  made  in  Genoa,  and  although 
he  caught  nothing  spectacular,  he  reported 
to  Barbara  that  to  his  way  of  thinking 
this  was  the  world's  Eden  for  a  swimmer. 

HThere  was  one  more  spree  due  him  be- 
fore he  left  for  home,  and  that  was 
Rome.  He  spent  three  days  in  the  Eternal 
City  before  going  back  to  England  to 
board  his  ship,  and  they  are  three  days 
Jeff  will  never  forget.  His  first  night  there 
he  met  a  young  American  on  his  way  to 
Arabia,  and  discovering  they  were  both 
long  on  curiosity  and  short  on  time,  they 
teamed  up  to  take  practically  every  tour 
offered  in  Rome.  They  saw  the  Coliseum 
and  the  Forum  and  Hadrian's  Villa  and 
the  Catacombs,  and  everywhere  they  went 
Jeff  brought  up  the  rear  of  the  group, 
taking  pictures  while  his  pockets  bulged 
with  film  and  flashbulbs. 

The  Italian  language  was  no  more 
familiar  to  him  than  that  of  Pakistan,  but 
he  managed  to  get  around  via  the  tours 
without  much  trouble.  His  only  snarl  was 
the  night  he  phoned  the  desk  clerk  at  his 
hotel.  For  a  half  hour  he  studied  his 
Italian  pocket  dictionary  and  carefully 
rehearsed,  syllable  by  syllable,  the  sen- 
tence "Please  awaken  me  at  eight-thirty 
tomorrow  morning."  Then  he  picked  up 
the  phone  and  with  gritted  teeth  intoned 
laboriously,  "Piacere,  io  voglio  essere 
svegliato  domani  alle  otto  e  mezzo  della 
mattina." 

"Sure  thing,"  replied  the  clerk  in  English. 
"You  bet." 

It  was  with  a  mixed  feeling  of  relief  and 
sadness  that  he  boarded  the  United  States 
at  Southampton  a  week  later,  and  heard 
"the  American  tongue"  around  him  once 
more.  The  ship  was  big  and  unbelievably 
beautiful,  and  he  was  excitedly  inspecting 
it  when  suddenly  the  whole  ship  shud- 
dered. There  were  excited  shouts  and 
people  running  hysterically  down  on  the 
dock,  for  in  the  process  of  being  backed 
out  of  the  harbor  the  ship  had  been  hit 
by  a  50-knot  gust  that  sent  her  slam- 
ming back  into  the  dock.  It  turned  out 
all  right — the  stevedores  threw  coils  of 
rope  between  the  boat  and  the  dock  to 
cushion  the  shock,  and  a  collision  was 
avoided  with  the  immense  lifting  cranes. 


but  back  in  Hollywood  Barbara  read  about 
it  in  the  newspaper  and  felt  the  first  real 
fear  for  Jeff  she  had  known  since  his 
departure. 

Four  days  later,  even  though  Barbara 
was  sure  the  ship  would  never  make  it, 
the  United  States  decked  safely  in  New 
York  and  Jeff  spilled  out,  went  through 
Customs  in  a  fever  of  impatience,  and  in 
less  than  five  hours  was  winging  his  way 
to  Milwaukee  to  meet  Barbara. 

It  was  a  mad,  gay,  crazy  reunion  after 
four  months,  and  even  though  Chris  had 
been  left  behind  in  Hollywood  with  his 
grandmother,  Jeff  felt  it  was  the  happiest 
moment  in  his  life  when  he  sighted  Bar- 
bara, wearing  that  saucy  hat,  waiting  for 
him  at  the  Milwaukee  airport.  It  was  his 
first  visit  to  his  home  town  in  more  than 
three  years,  and  they  had  a  merry  Christ- 
mas with  his  parents  and  then  Jeff  proudly 
introduced  his  wife  to  all  his  old  friends, 
who  numbered  more  than  200  on  that  day 
they  held  open  house. 

'"Those  two  weeks  in  his  boyhood  home 
x  were  fun,  but  as  the  days  rolled  by  he 
found  it  difficult  to  keep  his  patience  for 
the  day  when  he  could  again  see  his  son. 
When  they  finally  landed  in  Los  Angeles 
and  whizzed  through  traffic  to  their  West- 


wood  apartment,  Jeff  took  the  steps  two 
at  a  time.  He  flung  open  the  door,  with 
Barbara  right  behind  him,  and  there  was 
Christopher  Merrill,  big  as  life,  in  the 
process  of  having  his  triangular  pants 
changed.  Jeff  looked  at  him  in  astonish- 
ment. "But— but— "  he  said.  'Is  he  mine?" 

Mrs.  Rush  laughed.  "You  said  that  the 
first  time  you  saw  him."' 

''But  he's  so  big!" 

Barbara  slipped  her  hand  into  Jeff's. 
"Honey,  he's  four  months  old!  Of  course 
he's  grown.  I  sent  you  the  pictures." 

"I  know — but  somehow — in  pictures — 
well,  for  heaven's  sake!" 

Nowadays  Jeff  stays  home  and  makes 
up  for  lost  time  with  his  son.  In  the  closets 
and  in  the  corners  of  the  apartment  are 
stacked  piles  of  pictures,  and  all  kinds  of 
literature  from  Europe.  There  is  even  a 
full  set  of  Linguaphone  records  in  French, 
bought  by  Jeff  his  first  day  back  in  Lon- 
don after  the  Paris  trip.  Barbara  has 
mentioned  politely  that  it  might  be  a  good 
idea  if-  Jeff  would  look  at  his  pictures, 
read  his  literature,  study  his  French,  and 
then  put  everything  away  in  one  place. 

"Let's  wait  until  we  buy  a  house,"'  he 
says.  "Maybe  next  year.  I'll  go  through  it 
all  then.  Right  now  I'd  rather  sit  and  look 
at.  you."  end 


man  on  the  move 


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place  where  John  could  talk,  so  he  sat  at 
the  wise  man's  feet  and  told  him  of  the 
tragedy  that  had  taken  place.  The  old 
codger  listened  without  interruption.  He 
always  waited  for  advice  to  be  asked,  you 
know,  but  he  then  had  an  answer  ready. 

"Son,"  he  said,  "there's  only  one  thing 
to  do  in  a  case  like  this.  Keep  moving. 
Get  your  mind  on  other  things.  Play  a  lot, 
and  laugh  a  lot,  and  work.  You  stand 
around  mooning  and  you'll  suffer.  Like  I 
said,  keep  moving.  That's  the  thing  to  do." 

Well,  times  change.  A  boy  becomes  a 
man.  But  wisdom  does  not  change.  That 
advice  was  given  over  30  years  ago.  It 
worked  then — and  it's  working  now.  John 
Wayne,  whose  girl  has  gone  away,  is  a 
man  on  the  move.  A  man  with  a  lot  of 
work  to  do  and  a  lot  of  things  on  his 
mind. 

Like  most  people,  it  took  John  Wayne 
some  little  time  to  put  sound  advice  into 
action.  When  his  wife,  Chata,  left  him,  he 
did  his  share  of  "mooning"  and  "suffering." 
He  didn't  stand  around  Hollywood,  but  he 
sat  around  in  the  sun  of  Mexico  and 
brooded  on  his  loss.  And  he  took  no  part  in 
the  gaiety  of  the  winter  season  at  the 
resort  he  went  to.  On  the  surface,  he  was 
just  an  actor  on  vacation,  with  a  smile  on 
his  face  and  no  cares.  But  when  he  was 
alone  with  the  business  associates  who 
came  to  see  him,  he  was  a  heartsick  man 
who  just  wanted  to  be  left  alone  with  his 
problems.  Nothing  they  could  do  or  say 
made  him  want  to  go  back  to  Hollywood 
and  work. 

It  appeared  once,  a  few  months  after 
John  and  Chata  Wayne  were  separated, 
that  the  melancholy  tactic  would  be  suc- 
cessful. Mrs.  Wayne  knew  just  how  he  felt 
and  after  a  few  months  apart  they  went 
back  together  and  had  a  second  honey- 
moon in  Hawaii.  It  was  well  covered  by 
the  papers  and  magazines,  so  it  is  not  news 
that  the  honeymoon  didn't  take.  And  a 
few  weeks  later  they  were  back  where 
they  had  been  at  the  first  separation. 

The  advice  given  John  Wayne  years  ago 
came  back  to  his  mind  in  a  strange  way. 
When  the  honeymoon  flopped,  Wayne  took 
an  extended  tour  of  South  America.  He 
had  no  particular  destination  in  mind.  He 


just  bought  a  couple  of  feet  of  airplane 
tickets  and  started  for  the  places  listed 
on  the  back  of  the  travel  bureau  envelope. 
He  visited  Rio,  Buenos  Aires,  Quito  and  all 
of  the  other  famous  places  below  the 
equator.  But  it  was  in  Peru  that  life  caught 
up  with  him. 

Cix  months  previously,  John  had  gone 
^  into  partnership  with  an  old  friend, 
Robert  Fellows,  in  the  making  of  the  pic- 
ture Big  Jim  McLain.  They  made  the 
movie  in  Honolulu,  and  they  took  their 
time  about  it.  Even  though  it  was  busi- 
ness, the  project  was  something  of  a  lark. 
Then  the  film  went  into  release,  just  as 
John  went  away — with  no  future  plans. 
Fellows  finally  tracked  him  down  and  got 
him  on  the  phone  in  Lima,  Peru. 

"You've  got  to  come  home,"  Fellows  said. 
"The  picture  is  making  a  mint  and  Warner 
Brothers  want  us  to  make  some  more." 

"I  just  don't  feel  ready  to  get  back  into 
grease  paint  yet,""  Wayne  said. 

"You  don't  have  to,"  said  Fellows.  "I 
want  you  to  produce  them  with  me.  You 
don't  have  to  act  in  them." 

"Me  produce?"  said  Wayne.  "What  can 
I  do?" 

"Look,  you  idiot,"  said  Fellows,  "you've 
been  in  this  business  20  years.  You  know 
more  about  making  pictures  than  I  ever 
will.  I  need  your  help.  We  can  keep  our 
company  going  and  turn  out  half-a-dozen 
movies  a  year.  The  releasing  company- 
likes  the  way  we  work  together." 

"No,"  said  Wayne,  "not  right  now.  I've 
got  to  get  something  out  of  my  system 
first." 

"Well  you're  sure  going  about  it  in  the 
wrong  way,"  said  Fellows.  "What  you 
need  is  to  get  your  mind  on  other  things. 
Stop  mooning  and  work." 

"What  did  you  say?"  asked  Wayne. 

Fellows  repeated  it  for  him. 

Wayne  held  the  telephone  instrument  in 
his  hand  for  a  moment,  trying  to  remember 
where  he  had  heard  pretty  much  the  same 
thing  before.  It  was  like  being  in  a  situa- 
tion you  felt  you  had  been  in  before.  Then 
he  remembered  his  wise  old  friend  on  the 
porch.  He  was  laughing  when  he  spoke 
again. 

"Get  a  desk  in  that  office  for  me,"  he  said, 
"and  put  my  name  on  the  door.  I'm  leaving 
for  Hollywood  in  the  morning." 

John  Wayne  has  not  always  been  as  ready 


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to  put  aside  his  heartaches  for  the  more 
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to  motion  pictures,  and  without  much  ap- 
parent future  except  as  a  cowboy  actor 
who  could  do  his  own  stunts,  he  married 
his  school-days  sweetheart,"  Josephine 
Saenz.  During  the  next  ten  years  they 
had  four  children,  two  boys  and  two  girls. 
It  was  a  happy  marriage  for  a  number  of 
reasons.  One,  for  a  long  time  John  and 
Josephine  were  in  love;  two,  Wayne  is  a 
family  man,  and  loved  his  kids.  But  it 
was  unbalanced  in  other  ways.  John  is  a 
religious  man,  but,  like  many  people  of 
our  time,  not  too  devout.  Josephine,  on  the 
other  hand,  was  a  Roman  Catholic  and 
her  religion  was  the  most  important  thing 
in  her  life.  If  John  had  been  of  the  same 
faith  it  might  have  been  possible  to  rec- 
oncile this  difference,  but  the  fact  that 
he  wasn't,  made  for  friction.  He  possibly 
thought  Josephine's  church  work  was  tak- 
ing too  much  of  her  time. 

Eventually  an  estrangement  came  into 
the  marriage.  It  was  something  neither  of 
the  Waynes  liked  to  think  about,  but  it 
was  there.  John,  who  had  been  a  com- 
plete homebody,  began  playing  poker  and 
chumming  around  with  the  lads  a  lot. 
Actually,  as  Wayne  told  a  friend  once, 
there  never  was  an  argument,  let  alone 
a  fight.  Josephine,  being  a  devout  woman, 
hated  the  very  word  divorce,  but  she  grew 
to  know  that  it  had  to  be  faced.  And  then 
it  came.  The  marriage  was  dissolved  in  the 
California  courts. 

For  months  John  Wayne  couldn't  handle 
the  situation.  He  was  a  man  in  a  fog,  un- 
used to  the  solo  environment  he  found  him- 
self in.  Never  a  ladies'  man,  he  crept  into 
a  shell,  emerging  only  to  saunter  through 
the  pictures  he  had  to  make  to  take  care 
of  his  obligations.  Work?  He  had  none. 
Making  movies  wasn't  work  for  him  by 
then.  And  he  had  no  business  interests 
to  occupy  himself  with. 

It  was  about  that  time  that  John  Wayne 
discovered  Mexico  as  a  place  to  hide.  It 
was  far  enough  away  from  Hollywood  so 
he  wasn't  bothered  with  reporters  always 
asking  about  his  romantic  situation.  Far 
enough  away  so  that  if  he  went  to  dinner 
with  a  girl  it  didn't  make  all  the  columns 
as  the  love  of  the  year.  But  no  matter 
how  you  want  to  tag  it,  these  nights  to 
escape  were  "mooning"  jaunts,  no  good 
because  they  didn't  let  a  man  really  get 
his  mind  off  his  lost  love.  There  were  too 
many  guitars  playing  and  too  many  star- 
studded  nights. 

The  first  time  John  Wayne  sat  across 
from  Chata  Bauer  at  a  Mexico  City  lunch- 
eon he  knew  he  was  in  love.  And  the  story 
of  how  he  courted  and  married  her, 
which  has  been  told  many  times,  is  con- 
crete evidence  that  it  was.  Love  is  a  con- 
venient way  to  forget  love,  but  it  doesn't 
come  along  quickly  enough  usually.  At 
any  rate,  it  saved  John  Wayne  from  stag- 
nation this  time,  gave  him  a  new  grasp  on 
life  and  charged  him  with  the  ambition  he 
needed.  He  brought  Chata  back  to  Holly- 
wood and  settled  down  to  several  years  of 
complete  happiness;  a  happiness  that  was 
as  complete  as  the  one  he  had  enjoyed  in 
the  early  years  of  his  first  marriage. 

But  last  year  that  ended,  too.  Nobody 
has  ever  said  just  what  it  was  that  broke 
John  and  Chata  up,  but  it  has  been  hinted 
that  she  was  extravagant,  that  she  de- 
manded too  much  personal  attention,  that 
she  listened  to  her  mother  above  all  others, 
and  that  she  fell  out  of  love  with  Wayne. 
John,  himself,  has  never  said  what  it  was, 
if  he  knows.  But  he  has  admitted  that 
Chata  fell  out  of  love  first,  and  that  it 
hurt  very  much.  So,  as  he  did  once  before, 
he  packed  a  few  things  into  a  bag  and  took 
off  for  places  where  an  actor  wouldn't  al- 
108  ways  have  to  be  answering  questions.  A 


"mooning"   place   is   what  he   called  it. 

As  we  said,  it  was  in  Lima,  Peru,  that  the 
old  man  on  the  porch  caught  up  with  him. 
It  was  in  Lima  that  he  held  the  telephone 
in  his  hand  for  a  moment  and  then  began 
to  laugh  as  he  heard  from  'way  back  in  his 
boyhood  the  old  Solomon  tell  him  to  keep 
moving,  to  work  and  play  and  laugh,  be- 
cause that  was  the  way  to  forget  that  the 
nine-year-old  girl  with  the  missing  front 
tooth  and  the  freckles  had  checked  out 
without  leaving  a  forwarding  address. 

These  pages  are  not  generally  filled  with 
details  of  a  man's  business  life.  Modern 
Screen  is  not  Dun  and  Bradstreet's.  But 
in  the  case  of  John  Wayne,  his  business 
life,  his  travelling  and  his  new  experiences 
as  a  producer  of  motion  pictures  are  linked 
definitely  with  his  personal  and  romantic 
life.  He  was  met  at  the  airport  by  Bob 
Fellows  and  his  business  manager.  They 
sat  in  the  back  of  the  car,  as  they  were 
driven  into  Hollywood,  and  Wayne  grinned 
like  a  boy  with  a  new  scout  knife  as  he  was 
briefed  on  the  plans  for  Wayne-Fellows 
Productions. 

"I'll  tell  you  what,"  said  Fellows,  "you're 
probably  tired,  so  you  go  home  and  rest." 

"Who's  tired?"  laughed  Wayne.  "Let's 
go  to  the  office.  I'd  better  get  some  of  these 
brains  you  claim  I  have  working  for  the 
company  right  away  or  you  guys  will  run 
the  business  right  into  the  ground." 

The  three  of  them  sat  and  chuckled,  and 
nobody  was  happier  about  the  whole  thing 
than  John  Wayne. 

Since  that  day  John  Wayne  has  been 
the  busiest  actor  who  ever  became  a  busi- 
ness man.  He  had  a  commitment  at 
Warner  Brothers  to  make  Trouble  Along 
The  Way,  but,  although  he  is  said  to  have 
turned  in  one  of  the  best  performances  in 
his  career,  every  moment  away  from  in 
front  of  the  camera  was  spent  on  the  tele- 
phone with  his  office  or  at  luncheons  where 
such  matters  as  casting,  financing,  story - 
buying  were  taken  care  of.  Wayne  is  no 
silent  partner. 

When  the  Warner  Brothers  picture  was 
finished,  Wayne-Fellows  already  had 
its  second  picture,  Plunder  Of  The  Sun, 
shooting  in  Mexico,  and  Wayne,  after  the 
last  shot  was  in  the  camera,  wiped  the 
make-up  off  his  face  and  dashed  to  the  air- 
port to  get  a  plane  to  the  location.  The  next 
morning  he  was  on  the  set — and  they  say 
he  drove  the  director  and  the  actors  crazy 
by  putting  his  finger  into  all  of  their  pies. 
He  was  so  enthusiastic  and  wanted  to  take 
care  of  so  many  details  himself  that  his 
partner  had  to  take  him  aside. 

"Take  it  easy,"  said  Fellows.  "You're 
making  these  guys  nervous.  Why  don't  you 
go  down  to  Acapulco  for  a  couple  of  weeks 
and  rest?" 

"Rest?"  said  Wayne.  "Are  you  crazy, 
man?  I've  got  too  much  to  do.  If  a  fellow 
doesn't  watch  all  the  details  making  one 
of  these  movies  he  can  lose  his  shirt." 

Fellows  threw  his  hands  into  the  air. 
"I  asked  for  it,"  he  said.  "I  wanted  to  get 
you  steamed  up — but  I  didn't  think  you'd 
boil  over." 

"Stick  around,  son,"  said  Wayne  with  a 
grin,  "I'm  not  even  warmed  up  yet." 

When  the  picture  was  over,  Fellows  and 
the  other  executives  of  the  company  were 
worn  to  a  frazzle,  but  happy  that  they  had 
talked  John  into  taking  a  short  vacation 
in  Acapulco  before  starting  the  next  movie. 
They  took  a  house  together  and  planned 
several  days  of  deep  sleep,  with  interrup- 
tions only  for  eating.  This  dream  was 
rudely  shattered.  t 

The  morning  after  they  arrived  there 
was  a  great  clatter  of  cars  driving  into  the 
courtyard  of  the  house.  Somebody  opened 
an  eye  in  alarm. 

"What's  that?"  he  said. 

Peering  out  of  the  window,  the  tired 


movie-maker  saw  a  group  of  men  in  city 
clothing  alighting  from  the  vehicles  while 
the  house  servants  carried  mountains  of 
luggage  upstairs.  He  awakened  his  com- 
panions and  they  went  down  to  see  what 
was  happening.  Wayne  sat  on  the  patio, 
and  around  a  big  table  sat  his  lawyer,  a 
couple  of  fellows  from  Wayne-Fellows 
home  office,  an  agent  and  a  well-known 
director. 

"What's  going  on  here?"  Fellows  man- 
aged to  stammer. 

"No  use  wasting  time,"  said  Wayne, 
bright  as  a  sparrow  at  a  window  pane.  "I 
got  these  men  down  here  so  we  can  get 
to  work  on  the  next  show.  You  better 
shower  and  shave,  you  look  terrible.  But 
hurry,  I  need  you." 

At  the  time  of  this  writing,  Wayne- 
Fellows  Productions,  actively  headed  by 
John  Wayne,  is  the  most  promising 
independent  producing  organization  in 
Hollywood.  Two  films  have  been  com- 
pleted and  at  least  half-a-dozen  more  are 
ready  to  go.  Such  famous  directors  as  Leo 
McCarey,  John  Farrow  and  William  Well- 
man  have  been  taken  into  the  group  and 
will  make  one  film  a  year  for  the  new  com- 
pany. The  pictures  will  be  made  in  all 
corners  of  the  world,  for  this  is  the  policy 
of  the  producers.  And,  because  no  studio 
space  will  be  owned,  and  thereby  become 
a  perpetual  upkeep  problem,  they  expect 
they  can  make  the  movies  cheaper  than 
any  of  the  major  firms. 

TVTot  only  in  business  will  John  Wayne  be 
an  active  man  in  the  coming  years. 
He'll  be  on  the  move  about  the  world  be- 
cause he  has  taken  a  new  and  vital  interest 
in  world  affairs.  Long  an  avowed  Repub- 
lican, he  is  solidly  behind  President  Eisen- 
hower— he  was  at  his  inauguration — and 
will  take  an  active  part  in  government 
affairs,  short,  of  course,  of  running  for 
office.  He  will  attend  the  Coronation  of 
Queen  Elizabeth  in  London,  and  will  take 
advantage  of  his  presence  abroad  to  scout 
Europe  for  locations  for  his  company,  and 
to  look  for  stories  and  talent. 

Just  a  few  weeks  ago  Hollywood  had 
evidence  that  John  Wayne,  the  man,  was 
coming  out  of  his  shell  protecting  him 
from  women.  He  attended  a  party  at  which 
Marilyn  Monroe  was  a  guest.  Wayne  has 
never  shown  any  interest  in  Hollywood 
women  except  for  his  two  wives,  but  when 
he  saw  Marilyn  he  whistled  like  any  other 
man.  As  a  matter  of  fact  he  whistled  sev- 
eral times  and  if  it  hadn't  been  for  the 
fact  that  he  thought  she  was  in  love  with 
Joe  DiMaggio  he'd  surely  have  tried  to 
kidnap  her  from  the  party.  On  the  way 
home  that  night  he  relieved  himself  of 
what  for  John  Wayne  is  a  magnificent 
compliment,  for  he  is  noted  as  a  fellow  of 
few  and  very  carefully  chosen  words  when 
it  comes  to  girls. 

Leaning  back  in  the  seat  he  closed  his 
eyes  and  said:  "Man!  Have  you  ever 
seen  anything  like  that  Monroe  in  a  red 
dress?  She  made  me  feel  like  I  just  got  out 
of  high  school!"  And  the  laugh  that  fol- 
lowed was  lupine. 

Yes,  the  man's  on  the  move.  The  lad's 
in  action.  He's  behind  a  desk  that's  clut- 
tered with  the  things  that  keep  a  fellow's 
mind  from  brooding  on  the  past.  And  when 
he  talks  his  deals  on  the  telephone  he 
puts  his  feet  on  the  desk  and  looks  like 
a  Wall  Street  broker.  Some  day  some  re- 
porter is  going  to  call  his  office,  though, 
and  ask  to  speak  to  him. 

"May  I  tell  Mr.  Wayne  the  nature  of 
your  business?"  his  secretary  will  ask. 

"I  hear  he's  got  a  girl  on  his  mind,"  the 
reporter  will  say.  "I  want  to  talk  to  him 
about  romance." 

"Romance?"  the  secretary  will  say.  "You 
must  have  the  wrong  number.  Or  the 
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Then  read  this:  Research  scientists 
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best  home  method  known  to  help  stop  tooth  decay ! 


IT  CLEANS  YOUR  BREATH  WHILE  IT 
CLEANS  YOUR  TEETH! 


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DIVORCE  AHEAD?  (Gregory  Peck)  by  Marsha  Saunders  14 

THE  STORY  OF  SHELLEY'S  BABY  (Shelley  Winters)  by  Alice  Hoffman  27 

IS  BING  THINKING  OF  LOVE?  (Bing  Crosby)  by  Louella  Parsons  29 

THE  WASTED  YEARS  (Olivia  de  Havilland)  by  William  Barbour  31 

THE  TRUTH  ABOUT  MR.  AND  MRS.  CURTIS  (Tony  Curtis-Janet  Leigh) 

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LOVE  AND  LEARN  (Marilyn  Monroe)  by  Steve  Cronin  35 

BETWEEN  TWO  WOMEN  (Robert  Wagner)  by  Susan  Trent  37 

SOMEBODY  HAS  TO  STAY  HOME  (Virginia  Mayo)  by  John  Maynard  39 

JUST  WHAT  THE  DOCTOR  ORDERED  (Liz  Taylor)  by  Hedda  Hopper  41 

FARLEY'S  DESIGN  FOR  LIVING  (Farley  Granger)  by  Marva  Peterson  43 

MARRIED  MADCAPS  (Anne  Francis)  by  Jane  Wilkie  45 

EVERYTHING  HAPPENS  TO  ME  by  Glenn  Ford  47 

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BRIDE  OF  FAITH  (June  Haver)  by  Jack  Wade  53 

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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  GOOD  NEWS   6 

MIKE  CONNOLLY'S  HOLLYWOOD  REPORT   16 

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SWEET  AND  HOT  bY  Leonard  Feather  25 

MODERN  SCREEN  FASHIONS   03 

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Q.  Is  it  true  that  Greta  Garbo  once 
had  Laurence  Olivier  thrown  out  of  one 
of  her  pictures? 

— S.E.,  London,  Eng. 
A.  In  1934  she  asked  that  John  Gilbert 
replace  Olivier  in  Queen  Christina. 

9.  What  were  the  salaries  of  Lucille 
Ball  and  Desi  Arnaz  before  they  went 
into  television?  Will  they  ever  make 
movies  again?  — D.E.,  Denver,  Col. 
A.  Ball's  salary  was  $3,500  per  week; 
Arnaz's  was  $650  per  week.  They  have 
signed  to  do  an  MGM  picture  this 
summer  for  a  combined  salary  figuring 
at  $250,000  per  picture. 

Q.  What  is  the  status  of  the  Clark 
Gable-Grace  Kelly  affair? 

— D.T.,  Minneapolis,  Minn. 
A.  They  are  extremely  fond  of  each 
other. 

Q.  A  friend  of  hers  told  me  that  Janet 
Leigh  has  dyed  her  hair  blonde  and  has 
asked  to  be  released  -from  her  Metro 
contract.  Is  this  true? 

— W.R.,  Stockton,  Cal. 

A.  Yes. 

Q.  Can  you  tell  me  how  old  William 
Powell  and  Fredric  March  are  and  who 
has  more  money? — S.W.,  Chicago,  III. 
A.  Powell  is  60.  March  is  54.  March 
probably  has  more  money. 

<?.  Isn't  it  true  that  in  real  life  Anne 
Baxter  is  the  same  kind  of  driving,  am- 
bitious girl  she  played  in  All  About 
Eve?  — F.R.,  Frankfort,  Ky. 

A.  No. 

Q.  In  Hollywood  do  the  girls  consider 
Dan  Dailey  a  good  catch? 

— S.H.,  Rochester,  N.  Y. 

A.  No. 

Q.  Have  the  Gary  Coopers  divorced, 
separated,  or  reconciled?  Also  what  is 
Cooper's  real  name,  and  approximately 
how  much  is  he  worth? 

— D.D.,  Santa  Monica,  Calif. 
A.  The  Coopers  are  separated;  his  real 
name  is  Frank  J.  Cooper;  best  estimate 
of  his  worth:  $3,000,000. 

Q.  I've  noticed  that  Liz  Taylor  hardly 
ever  wears  the  same  dress  twice.  What 
does  she  do  with  her  dresses  after  she 
wears  them  once  ? 

— J.S.,  Pittsburgh,  Pa. 
A.  Saves  them  for  future  wearings. 

9.  Has  Farley  Granger  fallen  in  love 
with  Dawn  Addams  ? — 

C.Y.,  Uniontown,  Ohio. 


A.  Not  yet. 

Q.  Is  Dorothy  Lamour  all  washed  up 
in  pictures?  Why  hasn't  she  been  in 
many?  — P.H.,  Omaha,  Neb. 

A.  Lamour's  career  has  tapered  off.  She 
is  currently  starring  in  Road  To  Bali. 

Q.  Can  you  please  tell  me  who  has  a 
wooden  leg,  Gene  Autry  or  Herbert 
Marshall?  — E.C.,  Cochranville,  Pa. 
A.  Marshall. 

9.  When  was  Gentlemen  Prefer  Blondes 
screened  for  the  first  time,  and  why  was 
Betty  Grable  removed  from  this  pic- 
ture? — L.O.,  Beardstown,  III. 
A.  It  was  screened  in  1928;  Miss  Grable 
was  never  in  the  picture,  first  or  second 
versions. 

9.  Have  read  where  George  Raft  and 
wife  have  been  separated  for  20  years. 
How  come?  — V.J.,  Natchtoches,  La. 
A.  His  wife  refuses  to  divorce  him. 

9.  In  action  pictures  do  the  movie 
stars  do  their  own  falling? 

—  F.D.,  Louisville,  Ky. 
A.  No;  professional  stunt  men  are  used. 

9.  In  Snows  Of  Kilimanjaro  were  Ava 
Gardner  and  Gregory  Peck  officially 
married?  — K.F.,  Bangor,  Me. 

A.  No. 

9.  Did  Dale  Robertson  ever  have  a 
romance  with  an  actress  named  Con- 
stance Smith? 

— W.K.,  Oklahoma  City,  Okla. 

A.  No. 

9.  I  heard  in  London  that  the  real 
reason  Clark  Gable  divorced  Sylvia 
Ashley  is  that  she  spent  money  like 
water.  Isn't  that  so  ? 

— D.H.,  New  York,  N.  Y, 

A.  It  was  one  of  the  reasons. 

9.  Why  is  it  that  in  every  Jimmy 
Stewart  picture  of  late  the  director  is 
listed  as  Anthony  Mann? 

— E.R.,  Princeton,  N.  J. 
A.  Stewart  likes  to  work  with  Mann, 
requests  him  as  his  director. 

9.  Can  Terry  Moore  really  fly  a  plane 
or  is  that  a  publicity  release? 

— C.G.,  Richfield,  Utah. 

A.  She  really  can. 

9.  Isn't  the  team  of  Martin  and  Lewis 
splitting  up  because  their  wives  don't 
get  along?  Tell  the  truth. 

— J.D.,  Palo  Alto,  Cal. 

A.  No. 


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From  the  Stage  Play  by  FRANK  B.  ELSER  and  MARC  CONNELLY  •  Based  on  the  Novel  '  Rome  Haul"  by  WALTER  D.  EDMONDS 


LOUELLA  PARSONS 
GOOD  NEWS 


THE  STORY  OF  THE  DEAN  MARTIN  SPLIT.  .  .  SHELLEY'S  PREMATURE  BABY.  .  .  MARILYN  MMMM  "CRASHES"  PARTY 


The  baby  shower  was  a  big  surprise  for  Shelley  Winters  .  .  .  but  she 
gave  the  world  a  bigger*  one.  (For  the  full  story  of  her  premature 
baby,  see  page  27.)  Susan  Cabot's  curiosity  almost  overcame  her  .  .  . 


before    Shelley    unwrapped    the    quilt.    Constance    Dowling,  Pie 


Angeli,  hostess  Dawn  Addams,  and  Susan  were  delighted.  Mama  Shelley 
was  nearly  overcome.  The  party  was  a  bright  spot  for  the  lonely  girl 


It  isn't  the  easiest  thing  in  the  world  to  be 
the  wife  of  a  movie  actor  no  matter  how 
famous,  good-looking  and  rich  he  is.  There 
are  no  sure-fire  recipes  for  keeping  a  movie 
hero  a  husband. 

But,  close  friends  say  that  blonde  Mrs.  Dean 
Martin  couldn't  have  taken  a  more  mistaken 
course  with  Dean.  One  of  her  closest  pals 
told  me: 

"With  the  best  intentions  in  the  world, 
Jeanne  set  out  to  see  that  Dean  didn't  get  a 
swelled  head.  Because  she  was  so  afraid 
his  great  success  with  Jerry  Lewis  would 
spoil  him,  she  bent  backward  in  the  wiong 
direction. 

"She  made  a  point  of  never  playing  his 
records  and  song  hits  at  home.  Instead, 
Jeanne  would  play  Bing  Crosby  and  Perry 
Como  recordings. 

"If  Dean  told  a  joke,  Jeanne  had  a  way  of 
laughing  it  aside  with  an  implication  that  his 
humor  could  be  saved  for  his  routines  with 
Jerry. 


"When  they  appeared  in  public,  she  re- 
sented having  photographers'  flashlight  bulbs 
popping  in  her  face.  Did  you  ever  notice  how 
few  smiling  candid  camera  shots  there  were 
of  Jeanne  with  Dean? 

"It's  all  right  for  a  wife  to  try  to  keep  her 
famous  husband's  feet  on  the  ground  and  his 
head  out  of  the  clouds — but,  movie  star  or 
not  men  like  to  be  appreciated  at  home." 

That's  very  true.  And,  no  doubt  it  is  the 
correct  version  of  one  side  of  the  story.  But 
I've  never  known  of  an  argument  or  a  separa- 
tion where  there  aren't  fwo  sides  and  I'm  sure 
Jeanne  has  hers. 

I  know  she  is  a  very  broken-hearted  girl. 
Since  their  parting  neither  she  nor  Dean  have 
said  anything  other  than  their  initial  state- 
ment that  they  "are  sorry." 

Jeanne  has  spent  almost  every  minute  at 
the  home  of  her  good  friends,  the  Gordon 
MacRaes.  The  night  Dean  left  home,  Gordon 
and  Sheila  brought  Jeanne  to  their  house  and 
stayed  up  all  night  trying  to  comfort  her. 


Shelley  Winters'  baby  girl  was  born  pre 
maturely  and  was  in  an  incubator  foi< 
two  days  before  the  "scoop"  leaked  out  just 
in  time  for  my  radio  show. 

I  talked  with  Shelley  in  the  hospital  anc- 
she  was  still  a  very  groggy  girl.  "Our  little 
girl  weighed  just  four-pounds  ten-ounces 
said  Shell,  "and  for  24  hours  it  was  touch  and; 
go  whether  she  would  live.  Oh,  Louella,  I'm  so 
happy  that  the  doctor  now  says  everything  is 
all  right — and  she  will  be  all  right." 

Shelley  has  been  such  a  miserably  lonely 
girl  all  during  her  pregnancy  (Vittorio  Gass- 
man  had  to  return  to  Italy  to  fulfill  contracts 
with  the  Italian  government).  I  don't  believe  I 
she  could  have  stood  it  if  anything  had  hap 
pened  to  her  baby. 

The  first  thing  she  did  after  the  arrival  oi 
little  Vittoria  was  to  call  the  "papa"  in  Rome 
She  caught  him  right  in  the  middle  of  a  per 
formance  of  Hamlet  on  the  stage. 

"He  is  so  excited,"  Shell  said  huskily,  "he 
will  fly  here  as  soon  as  he  possibly  can.  My 


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[Top]  Sean  O'Shea,  John  Bruno  (Boh)  Yul  Brynner,  Pat  Neal,  Conrad  Nagel,  Louella  Parsons,  and  Reginald  Gardiner  at  a  N.Y.  parry  for  Louella. 


)oor  darling  had  the  flu  and  he  has  been  so 
vorried  about  us,  the  baby  and  me." 

Shell  proudly  reports  that  Vittoria  looks 
ust  like  her  father.  "She  has  the  same  big 
>lue  eyes  and  dark  hair  and  she's  so  cute!" 

JITTHEN  "His  Royal  Highness"  Prince  Mike 
W  Romanoff  gives  a  party  with  his  Con- 
ort,  Gloria,  believe  me — it's  one  to  remember. 

Mike  spares  no  expense  (and  kindly  do 
.ot  remind  me  that  he  owns  his  own  cafe  in 
/hich  to  splurge). 

The  Red  and  White  Valentine  Ball  he  and 
Horia  hosted  in  the  Imperial  Room  of  Roman- 
ff's  was  the  first  I've  ever  known  for  which 
le  feminine  guests  did  as  reguested  and 
rore  either  a  white  or  a  red  gown.  Usually, 
t  least  one  free  soul  will  show  up  in  purple 
r  green  just  to  show  her  independence. 

Not  this  time.  It  was  such  a  lovely  effect, 
11  the  girls  in  red  or  white — many  such  lovely 
reations.  I  wore  my  wonderful  Don  Loper  In- 
uguration  dress.  C^ont'nueci  on  next  Pa(?e) 


Newlyweds  Singer  Rogers  and  Jacques  Bergerac  (center)  chat  with  TV  actor  Charles 
Farrell  at  a  party  at  the  Racquet  Club.  Ginger,  41,  and  Jacques,  26,  were  wed  on 
February    7,    in    Palm    Springs.    It    was    his    first,    her    fourth,    trip    to    the  altar. 


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Arms  Program — Most  women  today 
make  sure  their  legs  ar-e 

smoothly  groomed,  hands  and  ^  

elbows  creamed  to  softness.  But,  f^g\X 
often,  when  they  raise  their  jV!      /  ) 

arms,  the  underarm  skin  shows  ^/ 
irritation  from  using  a  Cy"\%r^t 
too-harsh  deodorant.  \ 
(One  out  of  two  women  have  had 
this  trouble,  a  nation-wide 
survey  shows.) 

To  avoid  fhis,  use  YODORA,  the  "beauty 
cream"  deodorant.  Made  with  a 
pure  face  cream  base,  yodora  does 
not  irritate  normal  skin.  A  four- 
week  test,  conducted  by  a  leading 
skin  doctor,  showed  not  one  case 
of  underarm  skin  irritation  from 
using  yodora,  even  when  applied 
right  after  shaving.  Yodora  helps 
beautify  the  underarm  skin. 

Helping  Hands — Spring's  the 
time  when  "smart  cookies" 
like  to  whip  up  a  tasty 
hamburger  or  toss  a  tangy 
salad.  But  who  wants  the  odor 
of  onions  and  garlic  lingering  on  hands 
made  to  be  held  in  the  moonlight?  Just 
smooth  on  a  bit  of  yodora,  and 
your  hands  will  be  soft  and 
sweet-smelling  in  no  time. 


Tips  for  Teens — Don't  use  too-heavy 
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continued 

Gloria  Stewart  spent  the  day  of  the  party 
practically  in  tears  because  she  was  sure 
Jimmy  wouldn't  be  back  from  Palm  Springs 
where  he  was  recording  a  show  with  Bing 
Crosby  in  time  to  take  her  to  the  party.  And 
she  had  such  a  lovely  dress  to  wear. 

(Believe  it  or  not,  Jimmy  arrived  in  Palm 
Springs  at  3:30  in  the  afternoon,  taped  the 
show  with  Bing,  and  was  back  in  Hollywood 
to  pick  up  his  lovely  Gloria  at  8:05  on  the 
nose!) 

Lauren  Bacall  wore  the  shortest  dress  I've 
ever  seen — even  in  the  flapper  days.  But 
far  from  being  hey-hey  she  was  another  al- 
most in  tears  when  she  told  me  about  her  old 
man's  (Humphrey  Bogart)  automobile  acci- 
dent in  Europe. 

"He  bit  his  tongue  so  badly  he  had  to  have 
three  stitches  taken  in  it  and  he's  never  been 
so  lonesome  for  me  and  the  children,"  said 
Baby  Bacall  too  upset  to  care  about  a  little 
non  sequiter  in  her  conversation. 

Lauren  was  sooo  upset  I  had  to  take  a 
second  look  at  her.  Usually,  she  is  cool,  calm, 
detached  and  never  overly  sentimental  about 
her  "old  man." 

While  I  was  dancing  with  William  Haines 
he  said,  "You  know,  there  are  only  two 
women  stars  in  this  town  who  keep  up  the 
perfect  illusion  of  glamor  and  excitement 
throughout  the  years." 

"And  who  are  they?"  I  asked. 

He  pointed  to  Joan  Crawford,  who  was  with 
her  director,  David  Miller.  Joan  with  flowers 
in  her  hair  and  a  big  red  heart  on  her  dress 
did,  indeed,  look  every  inch  the  fascinating 
movie  Queen. 

"Gloria  Swanson  is  the  other,"  said  Bill. 
"Joan  and  Gloria  are  individualists;  too  many 
other  stars  look  like  carbon  copies  of  each 
other." 

Rocky  Cooper  seemed  to  be  lonely  wander- 
ing around.  If  she  had  an  escort  I  didn't  see 
him.    Peter  Lawford,  who  is  often  with  her. 


hasn't  been  going  out  since  his  father's  death,  i 

I  wonder  ii  Bill  Haines  spotted  Mari  Blan- 
chard  escorted  by  her  devoted  Greg  Bautzer? 
Mari  seems  to  me  to  have  plenty  of  oomph 
and  individuality  for  a  new  personality. 

What's  all  this  about  Marilyn  Monroe 
"crashing"  the  birthday  party  Jane 
Wyman  gave  for  Freddie  Karger  at  Chasens 
and,  "everybody  being  SOOOOO  embarrassed 
because  Freddie  used  to  date  Marilyn  before 
he  married  Jane!"    Oh,  now — Please! 

In  the  first  place,  a  guest  at  Jane's  party 
in  the  new  private  room  at  Chasen's  ran  into 
Marilyn  (dining  in  the  cafe  proper)  and  in- 
sisted that  the  Monroe  join  the  party  for  a 
cocktail.  Marilyn  didn't  even  know  whose 
party  it  was  until  she  dropped  in  for  a  hot 
five  minutes. 

As  for  Janie  and  Freddie  being  embar- 
rassed— that's  a  lot  of  mush.  That  Wyman 
girl  whom  I  love  so  much  is  far  too  good  a 
scout  for  such  nonsense.  She  asked  Marilyn 
to  remain  for  dinner — but  the  gal  had  a  couple 
of  escorts  waiting  for  her  in  the  cafe. 

Poor  Marilyn.  No  matter  what  she  does 
she  usually  gets  a  blast  from  some  quarter. 

Getting  back  to  Jane's  party — it  was  one 
of  the  few  real  surprises  ever  pulled  in 
our  town.  She  kept  her  plans  for  a  birth- 
day celebration  so  secret  from  Freddie  that 
she  had  the  invitations  sent  out  in  the  namesi 
of  her  good  friends,  Bobbie  and  Bill  Perlberg. 

When  Janie  walked  in  with  Freddie,  85 
guests  were  already  assembled  and  his  band 
broke  into  the  strains  of  "Happy  Birthday  To 
You."  Freddie  almost  fell  over  in  surprise 
and  delight. 

Jack  Benny's  birthday  was  the  next  day 
so  Janie  had  a  cake  for  him,  too. 

Joan  Crawford  danced  miles  around  the 
floor  with  Jennings  Lang.  Ditto  Diana  Lynn 
and  director  Freddie  de  Cordova. 

In  Hollywood  it's  hardly  safe  to  say  any 
two  people  are  romancing.  By  the  time  you 
get  the  paper  out  of  the  typewriter  it's  pretty 
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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

continued 

seen  Diana  with  de  Cordova  at  two  or  three 
different  parties,  dancing  and  looking  into 
each  other's  eyes  as  though  they  meant  it. 

Diana  was  very  hard  hit  by  the  break  up 
of  her  marriage  to  John  Lindsay.  I'm  glad 
she  seems  to  be  finding  the  good-looking  and 
charming  director  such  good  company. 

Notable  Quotables: 
Terry  Moore:  "It's  my  press  agent  who 
makes  me  sound  silly  in  print!" 

Marilyn  Monroe:  "I'm  not  worried  about 
how  I'll  look  in  3D  or  4D  or  any  old-D  they 
think  up." 

Jane  Powell:  "It  was  a  mistake  to  gray  my 
hair.   Nature  takes  care  of  that  soon  enough." 

Bing  Crosby:  "Do  I  watch  television?  Like 
a  snake  charmer  watches  a  cobra!" 

Jerry  Lewis:  "I'm  on  Dean's  side,  natu- 
rally. But  there's  no  law  against  hoping  that 
the  two  sides  will  soon  be  one  side  again." 

The  Donald  O'Connor  separation  has  been 
expected  for  a  long  time.  But  never  let  it 
be  said  that  Donald  and  Gwenn  didn't  try  to 
hold  on  to  their  marriage  of  nine  years. 

They  made  no  secret  of  the  fact  that  both 
were  consulting  psychiatrists.  Time  after 
time  they  quietly  separated  with  Donald  tak- 
ing an  apartment  in  Hollywood  while  Gwenn 
remained  in  their  home  with  their  six-year-old 
daughter. 

The  temporary  "absent"  treatment  seemed 
to  work.  They  always  made  up  and  Donald 
always  moved  back  home — until  the  final 
break. 

Their  troubles  are  said  to  be  centered  in 
their  'teen-age  marriage.  Don  was  18  and 
Gwenn  just  17  when  they  were  married  in 
1944.  The  day  after  the  wedding,  he  went 
into  the  Army. 

One  bit  of  gossip,  definitely  not  true,  is  that 
Gwenn  was  dying  for  a  career  of  her  own 
and  Don  wanted  her  to  stay  home  with  the 
baby.  He  did  all  he  could  to  promote 
Gwenn's  professional  life  even  to  having  her 
appear  several  times  on  his  TV  and  radio 
shows.  Even  their  child  has  appeared  twice 
on  his  shows. 

I'm  sorry  to  say  that  I  doubt  if  the  O'Con- 
nors will  patch  up  their  differences  this  time. 


However,  give  them  E  for  "effort"  during  these 
many  years  of  problems,  separations,  and 
kiss-and-make-up  reconciliations. 

Baby  Talk:  Esther  Williams  and  Ben  Gage 
are  expecting  their  third  child.  They 
have  two  little  sons,  so  naturally,  they're  hop- 
ing for  a  girl  this  time. 

As  usual,  Esther  was  a  long  time  admitting 
she  was  on  the  stork's  list  again.  I  called  her 
in  Florida,  where  she's  making  a  picture,  and 
she  didn't  call  back  (as  expected).  This, 
however,  did  not  keep  me  from  breaking  the 
story.  I've  dealt  with  Esther  before  on  these 
matters. 

Her  excuse  was  she  "wasn't  sure.  Maybe 
it  was  the  difference  in  climate  in  Florida.  Or 
the  water  scenes  she  had  been  making,"  and 
so  on  and  on. 

It's  all  right  for  a  gal  to  keep  a  secret  as 
long  as  it's  a  secret.  But  when  her  studio  gets 
around  to  confirming  the  news — it  makes  you 
wonder  why  Esther  doesn't  break  the  happy 
tidings  herself. 

Don't — 4  repeat,  don'f  try  this  style  unless 
you  have  a  derriere  like  Corinne  Cal- 
vet's,  but  her  glamorous  peddle-pushers  are 
the  talk  of  the  town. 

They  are  short,  tight  pants  fitted  half  way 
down  the  legs  and  Corinne's  gaudiest  pair 
are  of  black  velvet  with  red  polka  dots! 

Too  often  our  movie  producers  pay  too 
much  attention  to  the  East  Coast  and  the 
West  Coast  and  more  or  less  slough  off  the 
reactions  of  fans  in  the  middle  of  the  country. 
This  is  why  I  am  particularly  interested  in 
the  results  of  a  poll  conducted  in  seven  states 
in  the  Rocky  Mountain  district. 

150,000  people  voted  these  results: 

Favorite  Pictures: 

Greatest  Show  On  Earth 
Quo  Vadis 
African  Queen 
Snows  Of  Kilimanjaro 
High  Noon 

Favorite  Women  Stars: 
Susan  Hayward 
Doris  Day 
Marilyn  Monroe 
Jane  Wyman 
Betty  Hutton 

(Continued  on  page  12) 


Still  together,  even  in  the  face  of  splitting-up 
rumors,  Tony  and  Janet  seem  to  be  shaping 
up  as.  one  of  Hollywood's   happiest  couples. 


Together  again  for  another  try  at  married 
life,  gossips  are  wondering  whether  Jackie 
and    Dale   Robertson's   reconciliation   will  last. 


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The  Hollywood  Set 

He  * 


By  MARY  MARATHON 

Buffalo  Bill  Cody  and  Wild  Bill  Hickok!  Anybody  who  doesn't  stir  to  the 
mention  of  these  daring  Americans  who  left  us  such  a  wealth  of  true  adventure 
stories  .  .  .  just  doesn't  know  how  to  LIVE!  Two  of  the  most  colorful  characters 
in  our  history,  Buffalo  Bill's  and  Wild  Bill's  fight  through  rugged  wilderness 
and  over  scorched  desert  to  open  a  mail  route  to  California,  makes  every 
minute  of  "Pony  Express"  a  breathless  experience!  It's  a  picture  that  will  give 
you  that  exciting  feeling  of  being  part  of  a  glorious  venture!  That's  the  way 
I  felt.  I  wasn't  just  watching  it  ...  I  was  WITH  it! 

*  *  * 

The  story  is  based  on  incidents  that  occurred  after  the  founder  of  the  Pony 
Express  commissioned  Cody  (Charlton  Heston)  and  Hickok  (Forrest  Tucker) 
to  blaze  the  trail  westward  to  California.  There's  stirring  heart  interest,  as 
well  as  action.  Denny  (Jan  Sterling),  a  charming,  reckless  tomboy,  adores 
Cody  and  dreams  of  being  his  bride.  She  has  some  pretty  stiff  competition  in 
the  beautiful  person  of  Evelyn  Hastings  (Rhonda  Fleming),  a  volatile  redhead! 

*  *  * 

Evelyn  and  her  brother  are  on  the  side  of  the  rebellious  Cahfornians  who, 
incited  by  crafty  foreign  agents,  feel  their  state  will  fare  better  isolated  from 
the  Union. 

*  *  * 

There's  a  thrilling  climax  involving  Denny.  Your  heart  will  ache  for  her  but 
I'm  not  going  to  reveal  all  now.  Just  make  sure  to  hop  to  it  .  .  .  when  the 
"Pony  Express"  rides  your  way! 

*  *  * 

If  you  hear  someone  say  "It  made  my  hah  stand  on  end,"  you  can  bet  that 
he — or  she — is  talking  about  "The  War  of  the  Worlds."  E-e-e-k!  Remember 
your  favorite  thriller?  That  was  a  cosy  fireside  story  by  comparison.  When  I 
viewed  "The  War  of  the  Worlds,"  my  scalp  felt  as  though  an  Indian  warrior 
from  the  pioneer  days  was  practising  his  favorite  hobby  —  with  me  as  the 
scalpee !  And  what  made  me  shiver?  In  a  nice,  warm  projection  room? 

*  *  * 

"The  War  of  the  Worlds"  opens  on  a  high  note  of  terror.  Out  of  a  sudden, 
flashing  brilliance  in  the  sky,  numberless  huge,  fiery  objects  come  crashing  to 
earth,  spraying  screaming  heat  rays  that  destroy  everything  in  sight! 

*  *  * 

What  are  they?  You  can't  talk  me  into,  telling  you!  This  is  the  kind  of  picture 
that  has  so  many  surprising  turns  that  I  want  them  to  be  surprising  to  YOU. 
Just  go  see  "The  War  of  the  Worlds"  and  be  scared  yourself!  And  you'll  never 
have  a  more  fascinating  time  being  frightened.  I  WILL  tell  you  that  the 
invaders  are  finally  destroyed— And  HOW  .  .  .  will  AMAZE  you! 

*  *  * 

There's  another  thriller  coming  along  that  I'll  get  my  typewriter  into  for  the 
next  issue  of  this  column.  It's  "Jamaica  Run,"  starring  Ray  Milland,  Arlene 
Dahl  and  Wendell  Corey.  I  KNOW  you'll  want  to  hear  more  about  this  one. 
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the  like  of  which  YOU'VE  NEVER  SEEN! 


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JAN  STERLING  -  FORREST  TUCKER 

Directed  by  Screenplay  by 

JERRY  HOPPER  •  CHARLES  MARQUIS  WARREN 

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H.  G.  WELLS' 


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Produced  by  GEORGE  PAL 
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continued 

Favorite  Men  Stars: 
John  Wayne 
Gregory  Peck 
Gary  Cooper 
Roy  Rogers 
Robert  Taylor 

Montgomery  Clift  has  set  up  bachelor 
diggin's  at  the  Roosevelt  Hotel  and 
every  day  Monty  walks  the  half-block  over  to 
Hollywood  High  School  and  goes  through 
track  workouts  with  the  team  and  the  instruc- 
tor, a  good  pal  of  his. 

The  athletes  are  so  used  to  Monty  they  pay 
no  attention.  Even  more  surprising,  the  co-eds 
either  don't  recognize  him  (which  seems  un- 
likely) or  else  high  school  girls  in  Hollywood 
are  so  immune  to  stars,  there's  not  a  good 
gasp  left  in  'em. 

Clift  is  becoming  very  interested  in  the 
school  activities.  He  attends  lectures  on  sub- 
jects that  interest  him — usually  at  night. 

So  far  the  most  excited  group  about  Monty 
is  the  drama  class.  He  has  attended  several 
rehearsals  of  the  Spring  play.  The  fload  To 
Borne  and  given  many  helpful  hints  to  the 
young  thespians. 

He  is  a  strange  boy,  this  Monty.  He's  far 
happier  training  and  coaching  with  the  high 
school  kids  than  he  would  ever  be  as  a  social 
lion  attending  Hollywood  cocktail  parties. 


The  Letter  Box:  My  apologies  to  the  State 
College  of  Washington,  in  Pullman,  Wash- 
ington, where  the  Crosby  twins,  Philip  and 
Dennis,  are  students  of  animal  husbandry.  I 
mistakenly  placed  the  boys  at  the  University 
of  Washington.  Maynard  Hicks,  director  of 
State's  news  bureau,  calls  the  error  to  my  at- 
tention, "because  we  are  very  proud  of  the 
twins  here."  All  Hollywood  is  very  proud  of 
them,  too. 

Charlton  Heston  has  been  mentioned  more 
than  any  other  actor  in  this  month's  fan  mail — 
and  it's  all  complimentary,  Charlton.    Take  a 

bow. 

Bengt  Overgaard,  Studentgatan  28,  Lund, 
Sweden,  writes:  "Lew  Ayres  is  still  tremen- 
dously popular  in  Sweden — why  is  there  no 
news  of  him?"  For  one  thing.  Lew  shuns 
publicity. 

"Lola,"  of  Kansas  City,  wants  to  know,  "How 
does  41 -year-old  Ginger  Rogers  think  she  will 
be  happily  married  to  26-year-old  Jacques 
What's-His-Name?"  His  name  is  Jacques 
Bergerac.  As  for  Ginger,  she  looks  no  more 
than  26  herself,  Lola.  Happy  marriages  are 
built  on  understanding  and  companionship, 
anyway.    Not  ages. 

I'm  omitting  addresses  of  servicemen  who 
would  like  to  correspond  with  film  fans  this 
month  to  print  the  news  and  views  of  other 
correspondents.  But  I  haven't  forgotten  the 
boys — and  next  month  I'll  print  some  new 
names  and  addresses. 

That's  all  for  now.    See  you  next  month. 


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What  3  MALE  stars  would 
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2,  3,  in  order  of  preference. 


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DIVORCE 
AH 


Quotes  from  Greta 
stoutly  deny  a  split  between 
Greg  and  her.  But 
many  believe  they're 
heading  for  a  Peck 
of  trouble  all  the  same. 

BY  MARSHA  SAUNDERS 


■  Last  May  when  Gregory  and  Greta 
Peck,  married  ten  years,  stepped  aboard  the 
Queen  Elizabeth  with  their  three  small 
sons  and  secretary,  it  was  the  understand- 
ing of  their  friends  and  business  associates 
that  none  of  them  would  return  to  the 
United  States  for  at  least  a  year  and  a  half. 

Today,  of  the  entire  entourage  that  sailed 
for  Cherbourg  on  that  May  19th,  only 
Eldred  Gregory  Peck  remains  in  Europe. 

His  wife  and  the  three  boys,  Jonathan  8, 
Steve  6,  and  Carey  Paul  3,  are  all  back 
in  Hollywood  living  in  the  Peck  ranch 
house  overlooking  Mandeville  Canyon, 
while  Dame  Rumor,  led  by  Walter  Winchell 
and  a  small  army  of  other  columnists,  sug- 
gests to  the  world  the  erroneous  possibility 
that  the  Pecks  have  separated  because 
Greg  might  be  unduly  interested  in  the 
welfare  of  a  fascinating  Schiaparelli  model 
in  Paris  named  Julienne.  He  isn't,  not  in 
Julienne,  anyway.  All  the  same  Hollywood 
insists  that  something  in  the  man-and-wife 
relationship  between  Greg  and  Greta  must 
have  gone  awry  in  Europe,  or  why,  after 
eight  months  abroad,  should  Mrs.  Peck 
have  suddenly  bundled  up  her  flock,  moved 
out  of  the  villa  she  and  Greg  had  rented 
near  St.  Germaine,  take  the  boys  out  of 
the  American  School  in  Paris,  and  sail 
back  to  the  good  old  U.S.A.? 

Greta  Peck  says,  "Greg  and  I  are  not 
separated,  there  will  be  no  divorce,  we  may 
even  fly  over  to  see  him  this  summer,  and 
frankly,  all  those  rumors  make  me  sick. 

"The  children  and  I  came  back  to  Cali- 
fornia, because  it's  just  too  difficult  trying 
to  raise  them  abroad  under  Greg's  schedule. 
He's  in  Italy  for  a  few  months,  France  for 
a  few  months,  England  for  a  few  months. 
He  likes  to  have  his  family  with  him,  and 
we  just  can't  keep  {Continued  on  page  62) 


"Who  says  we'll  divorce?  We  won't.  We're  not  even  separated,"  says  Greta  Peck. 
But  she  and  Gregory  are  certainly  not  together.  She  and  the  boys  returned  to 
California  in  January.  Greg  is  scheduled  for  at  least  three  more  films  abroad. 


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LONG  HUNCH  DEPT: 

His  friends  are  betting  that  Lex  Barker,  despite  his  romance  with  Lana  Turner 
will  continue  to  live  the  bachelor  life  in  the  apartment  he  rented  from  Patricia 
Neal.  And  Lex  has  settled  for  a  new  car  instead  of  a  house  .  .  .  John  Agar  ha: 
cried  Wolf!  once  too  often.  We'll  never  believe  him  again  when  he  swears  he'll 
quit  drinking,  not  after  this  last  arrest  .  .  .  Ruth  Roman,  whose  first-born  is  sk 
months  old,  declares  she  doesn't  intend  to  stop  at  one  .  .  .  Odds 
are  ten-to-one  Pier  Angeli  will  walk  down  the  aisle  with  Kirk 
Douglas  soon  as  she  turns  21  .  .  .  Marlon  Brando  rented  a  garage 
in  Beverly  Hills  for  himself  and  his  motorcycle.  But  there's  no 
room  for  Movita  or  a  raccoon !  .  .  .  Incidentally,  Marlon's  psycho- 
analyst says  he's  a  new  man  so  it  begins  to  appear  you  won't  be 
reading  so  much  screwy  publicity  about  our  boy  in  the  future. 

I'll  say  this  much  about  the  Dale  Robertsons'  domestic  situation: 
it  has  improved,  at  least  as  we  go  to  press.  But  only  slightly  .  .  . 
Alexis  Smith  and  Craig  Stevens  have  been  sharing  the  same  house 
again  but  won't  admit  it's  a  reconciliation  because  they  figure  this 

would  ruin  it  .  .  .  The  Aga  Khan  informed  his  son,  Prince  Aly 
that  his  followers  might  erupt  if  he  marries  another  actress.  The 
Aga,  needless  to  say,  was  pointing  a  finger  right  at  Gene  Tierney 
Rita  Hayworth's  would-be  successor  .  .  .  Jerry  Lewis  told  mt 
he'll  have  to  wear  a  brace  the  rest  of  his  life  as  a  result  of  hi: 
fall  off  that  motor  scooter  .  .  .  Jerry  couldn't  join  Dean  Martin  ai 
Bing  Crosby's  Pebble  Beach  golf  tournament  because  of  the  acci- 
dent. So  Dean  received  a  loving  cup  inscribed:  "This  Is  the 
Trophy  You  Would  Have  Won  at  Pebble  Beach  If  It  Hadn't  Beer 
for  Me.  Your  Partner,  Jerry"  .  .  .  Greta  Peck  says  she  will  re 
turn  to  Greg  in  June,  after  a  six-month  separation  .  .  .  Gary 
and  Rocky  Cooper  bought  a  four-acre  estate  site  in  Brentwood, 
so  what  do  you  make  of  this  "separation?" 

HOME  FIRES  BURNING: 

Mike  Wilding  is  happy  because  the  baby  looks  like  Liz  Taylor: 
a  mass  of  black  fuzz !  .  .  .  Liz  and  Mike  went  calling,  their  first 
outing  since  Junior's  arrival,  on  their  pals,  Jean  Simmons  and 
Stewart  Granger  .  .  .  Desi  Arnaz  shot  a  photo  of  his  baby  at 
Cedars  of  Lebanon  Hospita'.  ihe  nurses  raised  holy  Ned  with 
Desi  and  Lucille  Ball  and  made  them  sign  a  paper  releasing  the 

hospital  from  any  responsibility  for  damage  to  Desiderio  Alberto, 
Arnaz  IV's  eyes  .  .  .  Claudette  Colbert  is  slated  to  return  fron 
Europe  in  September  but  there  are  those  who  don't  think  she'l 
be  moving  back  into  the  big  house  with  Dr.  Joel  Pressman  .  . 
Ginger  Rogers  is  helping  her  new  husband,  Jacques  Bergerac 
study  for  his  citizenship  examinations. 

Judy  Garland  is  spurning  desserts  these  days,  in  preparatior 
for  her  first  picture  in  several  years,  A  Star  Is  Born.  She  lost  sevei 
pounds  in  10  days  .  .  .  The  Italian  Consulate  in  Los  Angele 
found  a  real  Italian  Countess  living  in  Redondo  Beach  and  sen 
her  to  Shelley  Winters,  who  hired  her  to  cook  and  keep  house- 
so  that  Shelley's  Vittorio  will  have  real  spaghetti,  pizza  and  lasagna  when  jh 
returns  from  Italy !  .  .  .  Alan  and  Sue  Ladd  write  me  that  they've  decided 
make  only  two  pictures  in  Europe,  instead  of  three,  and  that  they'll  be  back  eai 
this  Fall,  in  time  for  the  kids  to  start  school  .  .  .  Peggy  Lee  and  Brad  Dext:i 
have  His  and  Hers  pajamas,  except  that  the  His  is  embroidered  on  hers  and  t\( 
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Peter  Pan,  the  boy  who  never  grew  up,  teaches  "the  Darling  children,  Wendy,  John 
and  Michael,  to  fly.  Then  they  all  fly  away  to  Never  Land,  for  great  adventures. 


Falling  into  the  hands  of  wicked  pirates,  Peter  battles  with  their  leader,  evil  Cap- 
tain Hook.  Meantime,  the  Lost  Boys  are  captured  by  Indians,  who  later  free  them. 


PETER  PAN 

■  One  of  the  most  famous  of  all  children's  fantasies,  written  by  J.  M.  Barrie, 
is  brought  to  delicate,  joyful  life  in  this  full-length  animated  cartoon  by  Walt 
Disney.  Peter  Pan  is  the  boy  who  refuses  to  grow  up,  who  lives  in  Never 
Land  where  mermaids  drift  on  lily  pads  and  pirates  stalk  the  scary  seas. 
One  evening,  just  after  bedtime,  a  girl  named  Wendy  and  her  two  brothers 
are  visited  by  Peter  (in  his  bright  green  costume  with  a  feather  in  his  cap 
he  looks  like  an  adventurous  little  Robin  Hood)  and  Tinker  Bell,  the  fairy 
as  big  as  your  thumb  who  flits  about  in  a  swirl  of  falling  gold  dust.  All  of 
them  fly  back  over  the  hills  and  across  the  moon  to  a  child  world  and  a 
series  of  breath-taking  adventures.  There's  the  ugly  villain  Captain  Hook 
and  his  band  of  rowdy  henchmen;  there's  the  Crocodile  who  ticks  (he's 
swallowed  a  clock)  and  hungrily  follows  Hook's  ship  around  with  his  jaws 
wide  open.  There  are  the  Lost  Boys,  the  Indian  Village,  the  wonderful  ditties' 
like — "You  Can  Fly — You  Can  Fly,"  and  "What  Makes  The  Red  Man  Red.", 
As  usual,  Walt  Disney's  creations  are  expertly  drawn  and  beautifully  alive! 
in  dazzling  color.  They  move  with  such  dreamlike  grace  and  charming 
vitality  you  wish  they'd  come  alive — but  perhaps  that  would  spoil  this  de- 
lightful excursion  into  make-believe. — RKO.  (Jackpot  of  rhe  month  on  page  20) 


last  year  my  hair  was  mousey  brown... 


although  I  once  was  brightly  blonde... 


now  -  Richard  Hud  nut 

Light  and  Bright  has  brought 
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Nothing:  to  mix  or  fix 
"It's  simpler  than 
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inherent  in  your  hair.  Not  a  dye,  or  rinse,  it's  a  simple,  single 
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it's  so  easy  to  use.  No  mixing,  timing  or  shampooing.  So  safe, 
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RICHARD  H  U  D  N  UT  of  Fifth  Avenue 


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Salome,  returned  from  Rome  to  Jerusalem,  performs  the  Dance  of  the  Seven  Veils  before  lecherou 
King  Herod.  Her  mother  is  Herod's  wife,  a  woman  of  evil,  who  plots  the  death  of  John  the  Baptist 
Salome  believes  she  is  saving  the  holy  man's  life.  Herod  misunderstands  her  wish,  murders  John 


Centurion  Claudius,  who  is  secretly  Christian, 
and  Salome  have  been  baptised  by  John.  He 
tells   them    that   Jesus    is   the   true  Messiah. 


SALOME 


After  John's  murder,  revolted  by  her  mothe 
Salome  and  Claudius  flee.  They  find  The  Maste 
join  the  Christians  for  the  Sermon  on  the  Mounl 


■  Rita  Hayworth  drives  Charles  Laughton  mad  with  lust  when  she  dance 
under  seven  Technicolored  veils.   That's  the  highspot  of  Salome.   You  kno\ 
the  story.   Salome  (Rita),  banished  from  Rome,  comes  home  to  the  kingdo- 
of  her  corrupt  mother  (Judith  Anderson)  and  step-father  (Laughton).  The 
she  falls  in  love  with  a  Roman  officer  (Stewart  Granger)  who  is  a  sect 
convert  to  the  teachings  of  John  the  Baptist  (Alan  Bodel).  The  Queen  watt, 
to  have  John  killed — he  defiles  her  name,  threatens  her  power,  she  says.  Th< 
King  won't  touch  John  who  he  fears  is  the  Messiah.  The  struggle  between  t(ii 
King  and  Queen  involves  the  use  of  Salome  as  a  pawn,  and  the  movie  reachs 
its  climax  during  her  dance  when  the  head  of  John  is  carried  into  the  banque 
hall  on  a  plate.   But  that's  only  a  skeleton  of  the  script.   Columbia  probabl 
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LILI 

Lili  is  a  beaut.  There  aren't  many  musicals 
that  can  dip  into  fantasy  and  not  drown  in  it 
There  aren't  many  musicals  that  you  can 
sit  through  for  over  an  hour  without  getting 
tired  of  the  music  or  the  dancing.  Lili  is 
original  and  lovely  and  enchanting.  Leslie 
Caron  plays  Lili,  a  waif  who  wanders  into  a 
small  French  town  looking  for  employment 
with  an  old  friend  of  her  father's.  But  thi: 
friend,  like  her  father,  has  died,  and  she  is 
completely  alone.  Suddenly,  she  spots  Jean 
Pierre  Aumont  buying  fruit  at  a  vendor's 
stand,  soon  she's  madly  in  love.  Aumont  i: 
a  magician  with  a  carnival  and  a  Don  Juan 
with  women,  but  Lili's  too  naive  to  sense  it 
She  picks  up  her  valise  and  follows  him  like 
a  puppy.  He  tries  to  get  her  a  job  as  a  wait 
ress  (she  can't  dance  or  sing  and  looks  like 
a  plump  little  country  girl).  Lili's  too  love 
struck  and  awkward  to  even  carry  a  tray 
Pretty  soon  she's  jealous,  too — of  Zsa  Zsc 
Gabor,  Aumont's  assistant.  With  no  place  tc 
turn  Lili  tries  to  commit  suicide  right  on  the 
carnival  grounds.  The  voice  of  a  puppet  alone 
on  his  small  stage  stops  her.  Mel  Ferrer  is 
the  puppeteer  behind  the  curtain — an  angrj 
bitter  man  who  was  once  a  great  dancer  bu 
hurt  his  leg  in  the  war.  Ferrer  loves  Lili  bu 
can't  show  it.  His  puppets  talk  for  him,  in 
stead,  and  soon  Lili  is  part  of  their  act  (like 
Kukla,  Fran  and  Ollie).  It  takes  a  while  be 
fore  Lili  realizes  that  it's  not  Aumont  bu 
the  puppets  and  not  the  puppets  but  Ferrei 
whom  she  really  loves.  She  discovers  this  ir 
her  daydreams  where  some  clever  and  wistfu 
ballets  take  place.  You'll  fall  for  Ferrer,  too 
And  for  Lili.  And  the  puppets.  All  in  color 
CAST:  Leslie  Caron,  Mel  Ferrer,  ]ean-Piem 
Aumont,  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor,  Kurt  Kasznar — MGl 

JEOPARDY 

This  picture,  as  the  saying  goes,  will  scan 
you  right  out  of  your  wits.  It's  torture,  and  it'; 
so  exciting  you  can't  close  your  eyes  evei; 
though  you're  dying  to.  Simple  plot.  A  mar, 
ried  couple  (Barbara  Stanwyck,  Barry  Sulli 
van)  and  their  son  (Lee  Aaker)  hop  into  thei 
car  and  drive  down  into  the  loneliest  part  o 
Baja,  California,  for  a  vacation.  The  little  bo] 
gets  his  foot  caught  on  a  rotting  jetty,  that  ex- 
tends into  the  sea  and  in  saving  him  Barry  ii 
trapped  by  falling  timber.  If  Barbara  doesn' 
get  help  before  the  tide  comes  in,  goodbyi 
Barry.  Unfortunately,  the  one  man  she  find; 
who  can  be  of  any  use  is  an  escaped  convict 
a  murderer  (Ralph  Meeker).  He  thinks  Bar 
bara's  kind  of  cute — and  what  does  she  wan 
to  go  and  save  that  old  husband  of  hers  for! 
He  plans  to  use  her  car  to  escape  from  ti( 
Mexican  police  who  are  hunting  him  down 
Meanwhile  the  tide  is  rising,  Barbara's  gettino 
desperate  and  Barry's  putting  on  a  brave  ae 
for  his  son.  There's  one  heartbreaking  seen* 


where  the  little  boy  makes  cofiee  for  Barry  by 

pouring  the  contents  of  an  entire  can  into  the 
j  pot.  You  don't  know  what's  going  to  happen 
]  until  the  end,  and  I'm  not  going  to  tell  you. 
j   Just  take  a  deep  breath  and  buy  your  ticket. 

CAST:  Barbara  Stanwyck,  Barry  Sullivan,  Lee 

Aaker,  Ralph  Meeker — MGM 


i  BATTLE  CIRCUS 

jj  "They  haven't  invented  a  medal  yet  for 
t)  these  people,"  says  a  soldier  in  Battle  Circus 
:i  as  he  watches  a  long  line  of  medics  edging 
i  their  way  down  a  hill  in  Korea  with  the 
ti  wounded  in  their  arms.  Well,  at  least  they've 
k  made  a  movie  about  them — the  nurses,  aides 
ll  and  doctors  of  the  Mobile  Army  Surgical  Hos- 
)j  pital  (MASH,  for  short).  These  are  the  people 

i  who  put  up  their  temporary  city  of  tents  right 
I  behind  the  front  lines,  send  out  helicopters 
)j  to  bring  back  the  litters  and  save  lives  almost 
t  as  fast  as  they're  snuffed  out  on  the  battle- 
!  field.  But  not  quite  as  fast.  Not  fast  enough 
)[  to  keep  Humphrey  Bogart,  who  plays  a  sur- 
(i  geon,  from  losing  faith  in  everything.  How- 
t  ever,  a  fresh-eyed  young  nurse  (June 
li  Allyson)  is  assigned  to  his  unit.  She's  like 
■)  a  spring  flower  blooming  in  the  wasteland,  a 
1  symbol  of  the  world  Bogart  had  forgotten. 
;  More  than  a  tribute  to  MASH,  Barfie  Circus  is 
jj  a  tender  love  story  glowing  with  humor  and 
p  charm.  Bogart,  the  cynic  and  Allyson,  the  Hi- 
ll nocent  find  new  depths  in  themselves  and 

ii  even  beauty  in  the  shadows  of  the  Korean 
g  nightmare. 

t  CAST:  June  Allyson,  Humphrey  Bogart,  Kee- 
it  nan  Wynn,  Robert  Keith,  Danny  Chang — MGM 

!  I  CONFESS 

/  Confess  is  the  stirring  drama  of  a  priest 
who  cannot  betray  his  vow  even  when  his 
i  own  life   is   at  stake.    The   priest  (Monty 

I  Clift)  is  accused  of  murder.  Actually,  the 
!  murder  is  committed  by  an  employee  in  the 
f  rectory  (O.  E.  Hasse).    Hasse  confesses  to 

II  Clift  who  is  bound  to  silence.  Because  two 
:  little  girls  saw  a  priest  at  the  scene  of  the 
}  crime,  and  because  Clift  is  the  only  priest  in 
I  Quebec  without  a  convincing  alibi  he  is  sus- 
pected.   Relentlessly,  Inspector  Larrue  (Karl 

Maiden)  digs  up  the  story  of  Cliffs  past 
which  involves  Anne  Baxter,  now  married  to 
i  a  member  of  Parliament.  It  is  a  story  of 
I  love  and  blackmail  and  it  pours  more  guilt  on 
Cliffs  head.  Finally,  he  is  brought  to  trial, 
t  Directed  by  Alfred  Hitchcock,  J  Confess  is 
J  slick,  well-paced  and  exciting.  But  it  is  more 
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(who  are  incorruptible,  men  of  free  nobility 
fwho  can  die  for  an  ideal,  even  though  the 
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CAST:  Montgomery  Clift,  Anne  Baxter.  Karl 
Maiden,  Brian  Aherne,  Roger  Dann,  O.  E. 
Hasse,  Dolly  Haas — Warners 


I  LOVE  MELVIN 

Donald  O'Connor  doesn't  need  anything  but 
a  bare  stage  and  a  couple  of  props — that's 
how  talented  he  is.  I  Love  Melvin  doesn't 
give  him  much  more.  The  movie's  as  light 
as  spun  sugar.  Debbie  Reynolds  wants  to  be 
a  great  musical  star.  So  far  her  biggest  role 
is  playing  the  football  in  a  dance  number — 
and  whoever  thought  that  up  was  really  des- 
perate. In  her  dreams,  though,  she  is  comical- 
ly seductive  as  the  kind  of  woman  men  die 
for.  Donald  (he's  Melvin)  works  for  Look 
magazine.  That  is,  he  knows  he  works  for 
them;  they  don't  even  know  he's  alive.  Any- 
way, he  promises  Debbie  he'll  put  her  picture 
on  the  cover,  and  that's  where  the  trouble 
begins.  Plot  aside,  the  movie's  fun.  Donald 
sings,  dances,  mimics,  falls  all  over  the  place 
and  keeps  you  laughing.  Debbie  is  cute  and 
gay,  a  trial  to  her  harried  father  (Allyn  Jos- 
lyn).  One  of  the  best  performances  is  given 
by  Jim  Backus.  He  is  cast  as  a  Look  photog- 
rapher with  an  acid  sense  of  humor. 
CAST:  Donald  O'Connor,  Debbie  Reynolds, 
Una  Merkel,  Richard  Anderson,  Allyn  Joslyn, 
Jim  Backus — MGM 

THE  HITCH-HIKER 

Here  is  another  suspense  story  but  it 
doesn't  really  grip  you.  Naturally,  you  feel 
sorry  for  any  innocent  party  who's  at  the 
wrong  end  of  a  gun,  but  if  there's  not  much 
else  to  make  you  sympathize  with  him  you 
just  wait  a  little  uneasily  for  the  gun  to  go 
off.  Edmond  O'Brien  and  Frank  Lovejoy  are 
on  a  fishing  trip.  They  head  their  car  south 
for  San  Felipe  and  pick  up  a  hitch-hiker. 
Little  do  they  know  that  this  particular  hitch- 
hiker (William  Talman)  has  been  killing 
people  all  week.  Just  a  little  crazy,  is  what. 
When  Lovejoy  turns  around  to  offer  a  ciga- 
rette to  the  hiker  he  finds  a  gun  staring  him 
in  the  eyes.  And  that's  about  it  for  the  rest 
of  the  movie.  They  travel  from  one  end  of  a 
Mexican  desert  to  the  other  with  this  maniac 
threatening  to  pull  the  trigger  any  minute. 
O'Brien  cracks  up  along  the  way,  but  Lovejoy, 
who  has  a  wife  and  kids,  keeps  better  control 
of  himself.  Oh,  yes,  to  make  things  even 
more  eerie,  Talman  has  something  wrong 
with  his  right  eye.  It  doesn't  close,  so  at 
night  they  can't  tell  if  he's  awake  or  asleep. 
After  a  while  the  boys  don't  much  care  what 
happens  to  them.  Maybe  you  will. 
CAST:  Edmond  O'Brien,  Frank  Lovejoy,  Wil- 
liam Talman,  ]ose  Torvay — RKO 


sweet 


-Highly 

Recommended 
'Recommended 
No  Stars: 

by  leonard  feather  Averase 
FROM  THE  MOVIES 

THE  I  DON'T  CARE  GIRL — As  Long   As  Yon 

Care  by  Les  Baxter  (Capitol). 
LOVE  MELVIN— sound    track    album*     ( MGM ) 
Debbie   Reynolds  and   Donald  O'Connor 
provide  some  bright  moments  in  this  col- 
lection of  novelties  and  ballads. 

THE  JAZZ  SINGER — album  by  Danny  Thomas'* 
(Victer).  Hush-A-Byc  by  Bing  Crosby 
&  Fred  Waring*  (Decca);  Stan  Kenton 
(Capitol).  This  Is  A  Very  Special  Day 
by  Peggy  Lee**  (Decca).  /  Hear  The 
Music  Now  by  Peggy  Lee*  (Decca); 
Karen  Chandler  (Coral). 
The  Danny  Thomas  selections  include  the 
th  Fee  tunes  lis-ted  above,  as  well  as  Living 
The  Life  I  Love  and  Oh  Moon.  Peggy 
wrote  This  Is  A  Very  Special  Day. 
Don't  forget,  by  the  way,  that  two  of 
Peggy's  eaflier  big  Decca  hits,  Lover  and 
lust  One  Of  Those  Th  ings,  are  also  in 
the  picture;  and  MGM  Records,  cashing 
in  on  Danny's  soaring  popularity,  has  put 
together  a  collection  of  performances  en- 
titled An  Evening  With  Danny  Thomas 
in  which  he  does  such  old  favorites  as 
Singing  In  The  Rain. 

LILI — Hi-LUi-Hi-Lo  by  Lita   Roza  (London). 

NIAGARA — Kiss  by  Toni  Arden*  (Columbia); 
Ginny  Gibson  (MGM);  Dean  Martin 
(Capitol). 

Tiny  Toni  has  one  of  her  best  sides  to 
date  in  Kiss. 
PETER    PAN — album    by    Hugo  Winterhalter* 
(Victor). 

Second  Star  To  The  Right  by  Deris 
Day*  (Columbia);  Don  Cherry  (Decca). 
Your  M other  And  Mine  by  Lawrence 
Welle  (Corai);  Doris  Day*  (Columbia); 
Eddy  Howard  (Mercury).  Never  Smile 
At  A  Crocodile  by  Larry  Clinton  &  The 
Paulette  Sisters  (Columbia).  You  Can 
Fly,  You  Can  Fly,  You  Can  Fly  by 
Betty  Clark  (MGM);  Ernie  Rudy  (Coral). 
Follow  The  Leader  by  Larry  Clinton  & 
The  Paulette  Sisters  (Columbia);  Jerry 
Lewis  (Capitol). 
THE  STARS  ARE  SINGING— album  by  Rosemary 
Clooney**  (Columbia). 
Rosie  sings  Haven't  Got  A  Worry  and 
Lovely  Weather  For  Ducks,  from  the 
score  written  by  hitsmiths  Jay  Livingston 
and  Ray  Evans  for  the  picture.  Also  in 
the  album  is  the  song  thot  led  the  way  to 
her  movie  contract,  Come  On- A  My 
House,  which  she  sings  in  the  movie. 

THE  STOOGE— album  by  Dean  Martin*  (Caoi- 
tol). 

Dean  only  gets  a  chance  to  sing  snatches 
of  some  of  these  songs  in  the  rather 
chaotic  picture;  here  you  can  hear  them 
at  length,  to  much  better  advantage. 
They  are  /  Feel  A  Song  Coming  On; 
A  Girl  Named  Mary  And  A  Boy 
Named  Bill;  lust  One  More  Chance; 
Who's  Your  Little  Whosis;  Fm  Yours; 
I  Feel  Like  A  Feather  In  The  Breeze; 
Louise,  and  With  My  Eyes  Wide  Open 
I'm  Dreaming. 


"Soaping''dulls  hair. 
HALO  glorifies  it ! 


Yes,  "soaping"  your  hair 
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No  special  rinses  needed.  Halo 
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Halo  glorifies  your  hair 

with  your  very  first  shampoo  ! 


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modern  screen  / may  1953 


he  story 


Why  did  the  public 
have  to  wait  three  days  to 
hear  of  Shelley's  baby? 
How  did  she  conquer  death 
and  despair  alone  .  .  .  with 
her  man  half  a  world  away? 

BY  ALICE  HOFFMAN 


helley's 


Tempestuous  Shelley  and  Italian  actor  Gassmann  married  last  spring. 


■  The  baby  was  not  due  until  April 
of  this  year,  but  in  her  heart  Shelley  Winters  hoped 
the  child  might  come  late,  for  then  Vittorio 
would  be  back  from  Italy. 

As  she  pictured  the  scene  in  her  mind, 
he  would  drive  her  to  the  Cedars  of  Lebanon 
Hospital  when  her  time  came.  Dr.  Emil  Krahulik. 
the  eminent  obstetrician,  would  be  waiting. 
She  would  look  at  her  husband,  and  Vittorio 
would  give  her  one  last  kiss  before  they 
wheeled  her  into  the  delivery  room. 

For  hours  he  would  nervously  pace  the  corridors, 
hoping  for  a  boy,  waiting  for  some  word. 
Presently,  they  would  come  out  and  tell  him 
that  Shelley  had  given  birth  to  a  child. 
They  would  call  him  in  to  identify  the  infant 
as  his,  to  count  all  the  toes  and  fingers,  to  give  his 
okay  that  everything  was  in  order.  Then 
when  they  wheeled  her  out  to  her  room,  Vittorio 
would  hold  her  hand.  They  would  gently 
lift  her  onto  her  bed.  Vittorio  would  be  permitted 
to  remain  at  her  side  for  only  ten  minutes. 
Soon  the  sedative  would  take  effect, 
and  she  would  {Continued  on  page  82) 


Mona  Freeman,  the  lovely  blonde  actress  who  recently  divorced   Pat   Nerney,  is  Bing's  constant  companion  everywhere  in   Palm  Springs. 


Mona's  six-year-old  daughter  Monie  is  vaca- 
tioning with  her  mother  in  Palm  Springs.  She's 
too  young  to  tag  along  on  evening  dates  .  .  . 

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HOT  GOSSIP  SAYS  BING'S  IN  LOVE  WITH  MONA  FREEMAN.  BING  SAYS  NOTHING.  HERE'S  ONE  GUESS  AT  THE  TRUTH. 


■  Let's  get  this  point  straight  in  the 
beginning:  the  only  girl  Bing 
Crosby  has  dated  since  he  became 
the  world's  most  eligible  widower  is 
Mona  Freeman.  Not  Mary  Murphy. 
Not  Terry  Moore. 

As  of  this  writing  he  has  been 
seen  exclusively  with  pretty,  blonde 
Mona. 

This  is  why  I  say  that  the  citi- 
zens of  Palm  Springs,  that  desert 
resort  where  the  glories  of  Mother 
Nature  and  Mama  Hollywood  can 
be  appreciated  for  $50  per  day  and 
up — have  recently  been  treated  to  the 
beginning  of  what  well  may  be  the 
Headline  Love  Story  of  the  Year. 

The  eye-catching  spectacle  and 
daily  appearance  in  the  streeb  of 
Bing  Crosby's  car — Bing,  sitting  up 
front  with  the  chauffeur;  and  Mona 
(his  already  widely  publicized  "new 
interest")  sitting  in  back  with  14- 
year-old  Lindsay  Crosby — all  but  the 
chauffeur  equipped  with  golf  clubs! 

This  startling  caravan  is  always 
headed  for  a  day  of  sunshine,  fresh 
air,  golf  (and  romance?)  in  the 
bright  sun  flooding  the  fairways  of 
the  Thunderbird  Golf  Club. 

Now,  Palm  Springs  is  not  a 
stranger  to  the  astounding  goings-on 
in  the  Hollywood  Love  Department. 

Ginger  Rogers  was  playing  tennis 
at  the  Racquet  Club  just  an  hour  be- 
fore she  slipped  out  of  shorts  and 
into  a  cocktail  dress  to  marry-  Jacques 
Bergerac. 

It  was  in  (Continued  on  page  80) 


They're  over,  the 
wasted,  bitter  years  Olivia 
deHaviUaiul  spent  in 

bondage.  Now,  with  her 
disastrous  marriage  behind 

her,  she  can  tell  the  story  she 
tried  so  desperately  to  hide. 

BY  WILLIAM  BARBOUR 


Her  divorce  made  a  new  person  out  of  Olivia.  Radiantly  happy,  she  attends  parties,  sees  old  friends  (like  Joan  Crawford,  above)  as  sre  used 


THE 

Wasted 
Years 


Roberto  Rossellini  and  John  Huston  were  with  Olivia  when  she 
won  the  N.  Y.  Film  Critic's  award  for  The  Snake  Pit.  Ironically, 
this  triumph  came  at  the  height  of  her  marital  problems. 


■  Now  that  Olivia  deHavilland  is  divorced 
and  the  wasted  years  are  over,  the  truth  of 
those  years  of  suffering  and  fear  in  which 
she  lived  with  Marcus  Aurelius  Goodrich  may 
be  told. 

It  is  not  a  pretty  story. 

Other  than  for  momentary  flights  into 
pleasure  and  passion,  it  is  not  even  a  romantic 
one,  but  implicit  in  it  is  a  lesson  which  every 
young  woman  should  learn. 

The  lesson  is  this:  To  marry  a  man  without 
really  knowing  or  understanding  his  personality 
is  to  court  almost  inevitable  marital  disaster. 

Six  years  ago  Olivia  deHavilland  was  mar- 
ried to  the  novelist,  Marcus  Goodrich.  Months 
later  she  learned,  according  to  intimates,  that 
she  was  Goodrich's  fifth  wife.  Olivia  is  re- 
ported to  have  told  a  friend,  "I  didn't  find 
out  how  many  times  Marcus  had  been  mar- 
ried until  I  read  it  in  the  newspapers.  I  knew 
practically  nothing  about  his  previous  marital 
history." 

Coming  from  Olivia  deHavilland,  such  a 
confession  is  surprising,  for  here  at  36,  is  one 
of  the  most  intelligent,  perceptive,  and  bril- 
liant actresses  in  Hollywood  history. 

Here  is  a  young  woman  who  has  won  two 
•Academy  Awards  and  never  given  a  bad  screen 
performance  in  her  life.  Here  is  a  young 
woman  of  shrewd  judgment  who  has  chosen 
her  own  scripts,  The  Snakepit,  To  Each  His 
Own,  The  Heiress,  My  Cousin  Rachel  and 
upped  her  salary  to  $175,000  per  picture. 

Now,  how  does  such  a  knowledgeable, 
perspicacious,  independent,  and  wealthy  young 
actress  get  married  to  a  man  of  whom  she 
knows  so  little?  A  man  who,  it  is  alleged, 
sought  no  employment,  let  his  wife  become 
the  family  bread-  {Continued  on  page  54) 


Net  until  after  she'd  married  him  did  Oiivia  learn  she 


Olivia's  new  design  for  living  includes  lots  of  parties,  new  Hollywood's  highest  honor:  sidewalk  immortalization  in 
beaus,  and  plenty  of  fun.  Charles  Brackett,  an  old  friend,  squired  Chinese  Theater.  Olivia,  assisted  by  Charles  P.  Skouras, 
the  ex-Mrs.  Goodrich  to  Ciro's,  where  she  indulged  in  oil  three.      foot-prints  imbedded  there,  recently.  Livvy's  the  proud  o 


Because  their  work  is  such  a  vital  part  of  their  lives,  Doing  things  together  is  their  motto.  But —  Parties  are  fun — but  the  Curtises,  as  well 
they  try  to  share  it  as  often  as  possible.  Here  Tony  they  don't  go  places  and  do  things  blindly  as  other  young  Hollywood  couples,  had  to 
visits  Janet  on  outdoor  location  for  The  Naked  Spur,    just  because  each  thinks  the  other  wants  to!    learn  to  take  some  rough  kidding  at  first. 


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MR.  AND  MRS.  CURTIS 


Tony  and  Janet 

are  a  Hollywood  rarity: 

two  normal  people  who've 

learned  to  ignore 

the  pressures  and  worries 

that  wreck  so  many 

marriages. 

BY  ARTHUR  L.  CHARLES 


■  Pretty  soon  now,  on  June  third  to  be  exact,  Tony  Curtis  will  take  Janet  Leigh 
in  his  arms  on  the  second  anniversary  of  their  marriage  and  together  they  can 
exclaim,  in  some  wonderment,  "Well,  what  do  you  know — we  made  it!" 

That  two  years  of  wedded  bliss  should  be  considered  such  an  incredible  achieve- 
ment may  seem  a  little  silly;  yet,  statistically  speaking,  Janet  and  Tony  are  rare 
birds  on  Hollywood's  domestic  scene.  They  know  it,  too.  In  their  almost  24 
months  together  they  have  hung  on  tight  to  each  other  as  they  watched  a 
long  parade  of  movie  marriages  smash  up:  the  John  Waynes,  the  Gary  Coopers. 
Lana  Turner  and  Bob  Topping,  Rita  Hay  worth  and  Aly  Khan,  the  Dan  Daileys' 
Olivia  deHavilland  and  Marcus  Goodrich,  Barbara  Stanwyck  and  Bob  Taylor! 
Anne  Baxter  and  John  Hodiak,  the  Clark  Gables,  and  now  the  separation  of  their 
close  friends,  the  Dean  Martins. 

No  wonder  the  ladies  and  gentlemen  of  the  press  look  upon  any  Hollywood 
marriage  with  jaundiced  eyes.  No  wonder,  too,  that  Tony  Curtis  speaks  with  some 
venom  and  utter  seriousness  from  his  own  point  of  view: 

"If  people  would  only  understand  that  motion  picture  figures  have  the  same 
right  to  fall  in  love  as  anyone  else,  that  they  have  the  same  feelings  and  the  same 
emotional  honesty  as  plumbers,  bank  clerks,  executives  or  insurance  salesmen. 
If  they'd  only  understand  that.  We're  not  phonies.  We  bleed  and  hurt  and  love 
like  anyone  else.  But  take  Janet  and  me,  the  things  they  said  and  wrote  about  us  for 
a  while,  you'd  think  we  dreamed  up  the  whole  thing  for  a  couple  of  bucks  at  the 
box  office. 

Tony  still  steams  himself  up  violently  when  he  thinks  XContinned  on  page  57) 


LEIGH,  WHO  HAVE  BEEN  MARRIED  FOR  ALMOST  TWO  YEARS,  HAVE  A  SUREFIRE  FORMULA  FOR  HAPPINESS 


Janet  will  never  become  that  pitiable  crea-  "Taking  your  work  home  with  you  can  be  Their  miniature  poodle,  named  Houdina,  is  loved 
ture,  the  golf  widow!  She  and  Tony,  getting  murder,"  says  Tony,  who  relaxes  after  a  day  by  both  of  them,  but  can't  possibly  make  up  for  the 
ready  for  a    round   here,   are   both   fans.      before  the  camera  with  paints,  model  boats.      major  thing  missing  in  their  lives:  their  own  child 


33 


THERE'S  MORE  TO  MARILYN  THAN  THOSE  ASTRONOMICAL  MEASUREMENTS.  WIN  HER  TRUST  AND  AF- 


AND 


■  Nobody,  but  nobody  from  Hollywood  makes  such 
a  stir  in  the  world  as  this  girl  Monroe.  If  people 
aren't  whistling,  they're  talking  about  her.  And  most 
of  that  talk  is  questions.  What's  she  really  like? 
What's  with  her  and  Joe?  Is  she  going  to  get 
married? 

It's  far  from  easy  to  answer.  Although  Marilyn  is 
one  of  the  most  highly  publicized  personalities  in 
Hollywood,  she  keeps  her  private  life  more  secret 
than  anyone  in  that  dizzy  town.  Although  every  red- 
blooded  male  over  the  age  of  six  would  love  to  date 
her — very  few  get  a  chance.  Joe  DiMaggio  wouldn't 
like  it.  Neither  would  Marilyn.  There's  been  a  lot  of 
discussion  about  how  and  where  Marilyn  has  lived  in 
the  past.  But  she's  not  giving  out  the  whereabouts 
of  her  newest  apartment. 


Miss  M.  knows  a  demure  black  dress,  and  an  apt  bit  of  poetry,  ch 
guy  like  Joe  DiMaggio.  Marilyn's  set  out  to  please  her  home-lo'vin' 


FECTION  AND  YOU'LL  FIND  THE  REAL  GIRL. 


As  a  matter  of  fact,  Miss  Monroe's  living  quarters 
have  been  the  object  of  much  newspaper  copy,  and 
over-the-highball  gossip  ever  since  Joe  DiMaggio 
came  to  sunny  California.  The  moving-van  chasers 
have  started  a  lot  of  rumors  based  solely  on  where 
Marilyn's  suitcase  is  parked  at  the  moment.  Here's 
the  true  situation. 

Marilyn  took  a  lease  on  a  house  in  the  outpost  sec- 
tion overlooking  Hollywood  Boulevard  last  Septem- 
ber. When  Joe  came  out,  she  was  delighted  to  have  a 
spot  for  him  to  sink  into  an  arm-chair,  a  stove  of  her 
own  to  heat  up  a  bubbling  pot  of  spaghetti.  He's  a 
real  home-loving  guy,  and  she  loves  him  for  it.  It 
was  such  a  perfect  spot  that  he  wanted  to  share  his 
comfort  and  his  girl  with  relatives  and  friends.  He 
invited  them  all  over.  They  {Continued  on  page  67) 


V 


6 


Rumors  flew  about  Barbara  Stanwyck  and  Bob  after  they  were  seen  dining.  Gossips  forgot  to  mention  Clifton  Webb  was  along,  too! 


■  Debbie  Reynolds  was  being  very  unDebbie-like ! 
Instead  of  effervescing  with  her  bubbling  vim  and 
unquenchable  vivacity,  she  was  sitting  in  Bob  Wag- 
ner's MG,  indulging  in  what  is,  for  her,  the  rare  luxury 
of  introspection. 

She  and  R.  J. — that's  what  everyone  calls  young 
Wagner — had  attended  the  preview  of  Stars  And 
Stripes  Forever,  and  now  after  the  long  ride  home, 
they  were  parked  in  front  of  Debbie's  unpretentious 
house  in  Burbank. 

They  had  talked  of  life  and  love,  the  picture  busi- 
ness and  the  pursuit  of  happiness,  and  now  Debbie 
had  reached  the  all-important  point  of  declaration. 

"R.  J.,"  she  said.  "I  don't  know  about  you,  but 
I'm  not  ready  for  marriage.  I  don't  think  we  should 
give  it  a  thought." 

"If  that's  the  way  you  want  it." 

"I  think  it's  the  best  way.  Don't  you?" 

R.  J.  thought  for  a  moment  of  his  impending  tour 
of  duty  in  the  Marines — he's  in  the  Reserve  and  should 
be  called  up  any  day — then  of  his  relatively  young 
age — he's  only  23.  He  thought  of  the  senselessness 
in  marrying  a  young  girl,  going  overseas,  leaving  her 
behind  to  worry  and  fret  and  cry  her  heart  out.  He 
thought  of  the  bright   (Continued  on  page  65) 


Did  Debbie  Reynolds  refuse  to  date  Bob 

if  he  continued  seeing  Barbara?  It's  too  soon  to 

tell  how  this  lop-sided  triangle  will  come  out. 


36 


What  happens  when 

Hollywood  gossip  forces  a  young  man 

to  choose  between  a  sparkling 

ingenue  and  a  sophisticated  older  woman? 

That's  Bob  Wagner's  problem  now. 

BY  SUSAN  TRENT 

BETWEEN 
TWO  WOMEN 


by  John  Maynard 


■  Most  everybody  in  Hollywood  knows 

that  the  Green  Room  of  Warner  Brothers  studio 

in  Burbank,  California  is  the  classier  of  the  lot's 

two  public  commissaries,  and  second  in  caste 

dignity  only  to  the  private  dining  room  of  Jack  L. 

(Himself)  Warner,  who  according  to  legend 

has  not  eaten  in  the  Green  Room  since  the  day  a 

character  actor,-  no  longer  connected  with  motion 

pictures  in  any  form,  slapped  him  on 

the  back  and  told  him  to  run  out  and  get  him 

a  beer.  But  the  Green  Room  is  not  a  good 

place  to  conduct  an  interview  for  one  very  sound 

reason:  it  suffers  from  trick  acoustics. 

Thus,  while  it  was  perfectly  possible  one  day 
recently  to  hear  the  lunch  conversation  of  Howard 
Keel  and  Jane  Powell,  emigrants  from  Metro 
sitting  two  tables  away,  it  was  extremely 
difficult  to  get  a  word  Virginia  Mayo  was  saying, 
not  to  mention  Michael  O'Shea,  who  of  course 
is  Miss  Mayo's  husband,  not  to  mention  a  lady 
publicist,  who  was  along  to  make  sure  that  every 
syllable  was  spelled  right.  And 
all  were  at  the  same  table  with  the  person 
who  was  trying  to  hear  them. 

The  problem  was  roughly  this: 

Mr.  O'Shea  had  been  a  pretty  hot  shot  around 
Hollywood  when  he  married  Miss  Mayo,  who 
had  been  as  cool  a  shot  as  anyone  can  expect  to  be 
when  employed  mainly  to  stand  behind 
Danny  Kaye  while  he  makes  faces.  But  then, 
as  Miss  Mayo  went  up,  Mr.  O'Shea  went, 
to  put  it  rather  brutally,  down,  and  how  had 
the  O'Sheas  coped  with  a  situation  that  would 
seem  to  have  contained  the  seeds  of  strain? 
The  question  obviously  was  a  delicate  one 
and  would  not  (Continued  on  page  74) 


SOMEBODY 


■I 


Mike  O'Shea's  one  guy  who^s  completely  happy  about 

"retiring"  especially  when  Virginia  Mayo  tucks  hhn  in. 


HAS  TO  STAY  HOME 


This  exclusive  story, 
the  first  interview  Liz  has 
granted  since  the  hirth 
of  her  baby,  brings  Modern 
Screen's  readers  an  inti- 
mate and  surprising  glimpse 
of  the  glamorous  young  star. 


"It's  true  I  gained  40  pounds." 


"Me  lazy  .  .  .  well,  guess  you're  right!" 


"Little  Mike's  beautiful  .  .  .  and  so  good" 


JUST  WHAT  THE 
DOCTOR  ORDER 


T 


BY  HEDDA  HOPPER 


40 


M 


arriage  has  changed  Liz  Taylor  a  lot.  For  one 
thing,  she's  begun  to  wear  shoes  at  social  functions  and 
even  at  home.  Mike  Wilding  finally  put  her  in  them, 
then  took  off  his  own.  He  opened  the  door  of  their  eagle's 
nest  home  in  Beverly,  and  looked  for  all  the  world  like 
a  road  show  Gary  Merrill.  He  was  dressed  in  unpressed 
gray  slacks,  a  sports  shirt,  a  tweed  coat,  and  was  com- 
pletely barefoot. 

He  was  unaware  that  his  shoes  were  missing,  and  this 
sent  me  into  gales  of  laughter.  For  years  I've  been  telling 
Liz  if  she  didn't  quit  paddling  around  barefoot,  she'd 
end  up  wearing  canal  boats  or  size  12's.  But  would  she 
listen?  No.  Bare  feet  seemed  to  symbolize  freedom  of 
childhood  to  Liz,  who  never  really  wanted  to  grow  up. 
In  the  White  House  once,  she  surreptitiously  kicked  off 
her  shoes,  and  they  landed  smack  under  Bess  Truman's 
chair. 

Now  Mike  may  wear  the  pants  in  that  family,  but  he 


'But  25  are  off  already!" 


"Just  Michael  and  me,  and 
now  baby  makes  three.  That's  a!! 
I  need  to  make  my  hilltop 
house  heaven!"  says  Liz  Taylor. 
Since  she's  become  a  mother,  Liz 
does  nothing  but  eat,  sleep 
and  hover  adoringly  around  little 
Michael  who  does  nothing 
but  eat  and  sleep  .  .  .  and 
maybe  glimmer  a  toothlessly  angelic 
smile  at  his  enchanted  parents. 
In  this  picture  sequence,  Liz 
describes  her  new  role  as  a  mother. 


'Our  next  baby?  Soon,  I  hope!' 


doesn't  wear  the  shoes.  "Come  in,"  he  said  twiddling 
his  toes  contentedly.  "Liz  tried  to  get  out  of  the  bath 
to  greet  you,  but  she  didn't  quite  make  it."  (This  was  at 
3:00  p.m.)  That  wasn't  surprising.  Every  time  I've 
called  her  since  the  baby  came,  Liz  had  to  be  rousted 
out  of  a  bath  to  answer  the  phone. 

I  took  a  few  moments  to  scan  the  view.  "You  seem 
like  an  interloper,"  I  said  to  Mike.  "Charles  Mendl  and 
I  used  to  come  here  every  Saturday  morning  to  look  at 
the  scenery  and  walk  down  the  hill."  And  what  scenery! 
For  miles  beneath  us  Los  Angeles  sprawled  outward  to 
the  sea.  Marvelous  cloud  formations  drifted  overhead. 
To  the  north  were  rows  upon  rows  of  rugged  moun- 
tains, and  nestling  in  their  folds  rose  gardens  and  orange 
groves.  There  was  no  house  there  then;  only  a  hilltop 
covered  with  wild  growth  and  a  view.  Charles,  who  had 
traveled  the  world  over,  used  to  say  it  was  the  most 
beautiful  sight  in  the  universe.  Now  it  belongs  to 
Mike  and  the  most  beautiful  (Continued  on  page  92) 


41 


Farley,  determined  not  to  buy  much  furniture  until  he  has  a  house  of  his  own,  has  learned  to  personalize  his  surroundings  with  trimmings.    His  knockdowi  \ 


A  PARIS  MARKET,  A  SPANISH  BAZAAR,  AND  THE  MOJAVE  DESERT  ALL  MEET  AT  GRANGER'S.   WHEN  A  GUY  HA  5 


■  Only  the  reckless  and  the  foolhardy  fight 
with  the  U.S.  Customs  men.  Wise  men 
usually  dig  into  their  jeans,  come  up  with 
cash. 

Not  too  long  ago,  however,  a  tall,  wavy- 
haired  young  actor  named  Farley  Granger 
— he  is  neither  reckless  nor  foolhardy — 
stood  under  the  letter  "G"  in  the  Customs 


shed,  raging  at  three  revenue  officers. 

The  Customs  men  were  examining  Far- 
ley's latest  imports,  three  large  paintings, 
a  mosaic  from  Italy,  an  African  carving, 
two  Japanese  actors'  masks,  a  Polynesian 
fish  net,  and  an  enormous  grain  basket. 

"I'm  telling  you,"  Farley  insisted,  try- 
ing to  control  his  not  inconsiderable  tem- 


per, "the  Guirin  is  the  only  original  paint  e 
ing.  I  paid  200  American  dollars  for  i\ ' 
The  other  two  aren't  paintings.  -They'r,  6 
prints.  They  cost  25  bucks  each."  Im  p 
patiently  he  reached  into  his  breast  pockel 
"Here's  the  bill  of  sale." 

The  Customs  men  glanced  at  the  bij 
superficially.  "These  others  look  like  orig  tt 


mm 


A  pet  poodle  named  Gabe,  plus  a  desire  for  privacy,  are  two  good  reasons  why  Farl  prefers 
a  house  to  a  bachelor  apartment.  He  has  lived  in  eight  different  ones  in  the  past  six 
years!    His  present  set-up,  a  two-bedroom  job,  also  boasts  a  sun-drenched  lanai  (below.) 


Farley's  souvenirs  like  the  fish  kites  from  Japan,  the  Mojave  desert  driftwood,  and  French  and 
Italian  woven  baskets,  nelp  decorate  the  lanai.  The  den  (below)  houses  his  overflow  paintings 
his  records,  and  the  typewriter  on  which  he  corresponds  with  pals  from  Paris  to  Tel  Aviv. 


fee  table,  inexpensive  and  useful,  is  an  example. 


,G  IDEAS  ITS  SURE  A  SMALL  WORLD 

I  nals  to  me,"  one  said,  "they're  signed.'" 
; '    "I  know,  I  know."  Farley  admitted,  ''only 
they"re  not  originals.  They're  gelotone  re- 
prints." 

The  Customs  man  scratched  his  head. 
'"Jello  reprints?" 

"No,"  Farley  repeated,  "Gelotone.  It's  a 
new  reproduction  (Continued  on  page  56) 


N\AR*ltD  MADC^Ps 


Bam,  painting  here,  cooks  on  Sundays     "He  helps  me  willingly  with  the  house!" 


Bam  spent  three 

months  in  the  dark.  Anne 

kept  a  snake.  They  lived 

in  two  apartments 

with  one  key.  But  .  .  .  the 

first  year  was  dee-vine! 

by  JANE  WILKIE 

44 


■  In  September  of  1951  Anne 
Francis  took  a  wastebasket  to  the 
incinerator  shared  by  tenants  of  her  apart- 
ment house  and  started  a  fire  that's 
been  burning  ever  since.  For 
also  at  the  incinerator,  armed  with  his  own 
rubbish,  was  a  darkly  handsome  young 
man  named  Bamlet  Lawrence  Price. 

"You  go  first,"  said  Anne. 
"You  were  here  first." 

"Allow  me,"  said  the  young 
man,  and  gallantly  dumped  Anne's 
milk  bottle  tops  and  Kleenex  into 
the  inferno,  along  with  his  own  milk 
bottle  tops  and  cardboard  shirt 
stiffeners  from  the  Chinese  laundry. 

During  the  short  walk  back  to 
their  mutual  apartment  building  each 
recalled  having  met  the  other  at  a 
party  not  long  before,  and  during  the  next  few 
months  they  grew  to  know  each  other 
quite  well.  Bam  dated  Anne  on  Sundays 
and  learned  about  her  work  in  Dream 
Boat  and  Anne  listened,  enraptured 
to  Barn's  accounts  of  his  course  in 
motion  picture  production  at  UCLA.  In 
May  of  1952,  they  began  sharing  the  same 
wastebasket.  (Continued  on  page  90) 


The  uninhibited  Price  marriage  has  its  quiet  moments,  too. 


"ft* 


Glenn  gets  a  look  (above)  at  Monte  Alban's 
2,500-year-old  ruins.  He  describes  his  whole  trip, 
much  to  Elite's  amusement  (left)   in  this  letter. 


Glenn  Ford 

Hollywood,  California, 
Dear  Glenn: 

I  understand  you  have  been  out  of 
town.  What's  new? 

Jim  Henaghan 

Jim  Henaghan 
Westwood,  California. 
Dear  Jim: 

What's  new?  ! ! !  This  is  the  first 
time  in  my  life  anyone  asked  me  that 
and  I  have  an  answer.  At  this  moment 
I  could  write  a  book  called  "What's 
New."  Or  maybe  I  should  call  it  "Open 
Season  On  Glenn  Ford  South  of  the 
Border. "  Pull  up  a  chair,  son,  and 
wipe  your  glasses,  you're  in  for  a 
harrowing  experience. 

It  all  began  when  I  went  down  to 
Mexico  to  make  a  picture  called 
Plunder  In  The  Sun.  To  tell  you  the 
truth  I  was  very  pleased.   I  liked  the 
script,  and  the  director  and  I  thought 
it  would  be  fun  to  spend  a  couple  of 
months  in  Mexico,  where  the  movie  was 
to  be  shot.   Sometimes  now  I  wish 
they  had  made  it  at  Sing  Sing. 
I'd  have  been  safer. 

Getting  to  Mexico  City  was  just 
fine.  With  the  rest  of  the  cast,  I  took 
a  Pan  American  plane  from  the  Los 
Angeles  International  Airport  late 
one  night  and  (Continued  on  page  58) 


While  on  location  for  Plunder  In  The  Sun  in  Oaxaca, 
Glenn  and  director  John  Farrow  play  host  to  General  Augustin 
Mustieles  M.  and  his  two  children,  Ampara  and  Alfredo. 


Glenn  puts  in  some  yo-yo  practice — just  about  the  only 

bit  of  harmless  recreation  he  got  in  Mexico.  Every  time  he  went 

to  the  bullfights  or  the  races,  there  was  that  blonde  again! 


47 


OUTINES  WEREN'T  SO  EASY,  AND  THEY  WEREN'T  FUN  .  .  .  BUT  THEY  WERE  WORTH  IT! 


WHEN  I  HATED 
MY  MIRROR 


Jan  whittled  her  figure,  trimmed  her  nose,  even  changed  the  color  of  her  hair  for  her 


screen  career. 


■  In  Rio  de  Janeiro  there  is  a  restaurant  called  Soveteria  Americano  which  used  to 
specialize  in  American  delicacies  for  the  young.  Among  the  most  scrumptious  was  one  listed  as 
Sundae  Nova  York:  vanilla  ice  cream  covered  with  hot  fudge  sauce,  smothered  with  whipped 
cream  and  heaped  over  again  with  malted  milk  powder.  It  was  served  with  hot  buttered  toast 
thickly  topped  with  grated,  tasty  yellow  cheese.  Time  will  never  wash  out  the  agony  of  an 
afternoon  in  which  I  sat  in  this  restaurant  watching  my  11-year-old  sister  eating  such  a 
concoction  before  my  envious  eyes.  What  I  had  in  front  of  me  was  just  a  glass  of  water.  I  was 
only  14  but  I  had  begun  my  fight  .  .  . 

Everyone  called  Mimi  adorable.  With  her  curly  hair,  her  slimness  and  delicate  curves 
she  was  lovely.  Me?  They  would  cast  a  quick  glance,  smile  kindly  and  assure  me,  "Why,  Jane, 
you  look  fine,"  The  devil  I  did!  I  already  weighed  145  pounds.  I  could  see  155  coming 
up,  165,  175  ...  and  it  was  horrifying  because  in  my  heart  had  been  a  vision  from  earliest  child- 
hood that  I  could  not  give  up.  I  yearned  to  be  an  actress,  a  queen  of  women,  a  supple, 
graceful  creature  who  drew  admiring  looks  from  everyone.  With  this  in  my  heart  I  could  only 
detest  the  flesh  I  was  picking  up.  and  I  couldn't  understand  why  (Continued  on  next  page) 


For  an  exercise  series  designed  especially  for  Modern  Screen  readers  by  Jan  Sterling,  turn  the  page. 


WHEN  I  HATED  MY  MIRROR 

continued 

this  wasn't  apparent  to  everyone,  including  my 
own  folks. 

It  had  all  started  when  I  was  11.  I  already 
had  begun  to  develop  in  a  way  that  would  have 
been  gratifying  had  it  been  confined  only  to  cer- 
tain places.  (As  a  matter  of  fact,  at  13  I  at- 
tended an  Annapolis  hop  in  a  low-backed  gown 
and  must  have  passed  for  at  least  17  or  18 
because  no  one  at  all  seemed  to  notice  my 
juvenility.)  But  I  didn't  stay  pat.  I  began  to 
bloom  elsewhere  too,  where  it  wasn't  wanted 
and  where  it  could  only  be  called  thickening  or 
fattening.  The  morning  of  that  day  in  Rio  de 
Janeiro  when  Mimi  was  gobbling  up  her  Nova 
York  I  had  gone  to  the  mirror  knowing  it  was 
time  to  believe,  not  the  assurances  of  my  family 
and  friends  that  I  had  nothing  to  worry  about, 
but  exactly  what  the  glass  told  me.  I  looked 
and  what  I  saw  was  cruel.  I  hated  my  mirror 
for  its  heartlessness  .  .  .  but  I  bowed  before  its 
truth.  That  day  I  started  a  way  of  eating  that 
was,  of  course,  a  way  of  living  from  which  I 
have  never  departed.  At  IS  and  16  and  17  and 
18  I  was  not  155  or  165  pounds  or  more,  I  was 
only  122  pounds.  And  my  dream  came  true  .  .  . 
or  rather  I  had  made  it  come  true  under  the 
constant  guidance  of  (Continued  on  next  page) 


Jan  keeps  dishes  of  dried  fruit  handy  for  nibbling.  Dried  prunes, 
apricots   and    peaches    satisfy   without   too    many  calories. 


TO  SLIM  THIGH 
AND  CALF 


TO  FIRM  BUST 
AND  SLIM  RIB  CAGE 


TO  WHITTLE  WAIST 
AND  SLIM  HIPS 


7 


Position  #1:  Holding  on  to  a  heavy  chair  or  rail  for  balance,  keep 
right  knee  straight,  shift  weight  forward,  raise  left  leg  slowly,  grasp- 
ing raised  foot  with  hand,  and  pull  hard.  Then,  reverse  with  other 
leg.  Position  #2:  Anns  folded,  push  left  hand  hard  against  right  arm, 


with  right  hand  against  left  arm.  Raise  arms  slowly  to  position  #2a, 
keeping  pressure  on  arms  while  changing  position.  Position  #3: 
Stand  tall,  buttocks  in,  feet  apart,  hands  on  hips.  Move  to  position 
#3a,  first  left,  then  right.  Do  each  exercise  six  times  every  day. 


Jan's  beauty  hints  and  glamor  tricks  are  easy  to  follow.  Below,  the  exercises 
she  designed,  and  posed  for,  point  the  way  to  a  slimmer,  trimmer  figure. 


Daily  hair  brushing  is  a  must  says  Jan.  She  advises 
using  twin  brushes,  twice  as  much  is  done  in  half  the  time. 


Here's  a  good  exercise  for  a  pleasant  speaking  voice: 
strike   a   note   on    piano,   match    it  with   your  voice. 


FOR  A  FLAT  TUMMY.  FOR  A  BEAUTIFUL.  FOR  PRETTY, 

STRONG  STOMACH  MUSCLES  SWAN-LIKE  THROAT  DANCING  FEET 


Position  #4:  Lying  face  down  on  mat  or  thick  rug,  move  arms  and  stretch.  Position  #6:  Barefoot,  or  with  stockings  on,  pick  up 

legs  to  position  #4.  Then,  advance,  to  position  #4a,  rocking  body  match  box  or  other  small  object  with  toes.  Position  #6a:  Sitting 

from  head  to  toes.  Position  #5:  Body  relaxed,  hands  on  hips,  move  on  chair  or  bench,  roll  bottle  from  toes  under  instep  and  back.  Do 

head  slowly  first  left,  then  right.  Touch  chin  to  shoulder  at  farthest  each  of  these  exercises  six  times  daily,  and  you'll  get  results! 


HERE  IS  JAN  STERLING'S  OWN  PERSONAL 
SEVEN-POINT  GLAMOR  AND  BEAUTY  PLAN. 

DIET: 

No  rigorous  diet  but  foods  high  in  protein,  low 
in  calories:  lean  meat,  fowl,  fish,  gelatin,  eggs, 
raw  and  cooked  fruits  and  vegetables  with  very 
little  butter  or  sugar.  Skimmed  milk,  black 
coffee,  plain  tea.  Consult  a  doctor  for  your  per- 
sonal requirements. 

SLEEP: 

Get  plenty  at  night,  and  relax  frequently  during 
the  day.  "Just  go  limp,"  Jan  advises.  "Let  your 
arms  dangle,  roll  your  head  around  like  a  ball 
on  a  string.  Get  the  tension  out  of  your  neck 
and  shoulders.  And  breathe  deep  .  .  .  way 
down.  When  you  know  you're  going  to  be  out 
late  at  night,  squeeze  in  a  nap  during  the  after- 
noon or  lie  down  for  a  few  minutes  before  dress- 
ing for  the  evening. 

GROOMING: 

Jan  thinks  good  grooming  pays  bigger  and 
quicker  dividends  than  almost  anything  a  girl 
can  do.  She  gets  in  one  good  grooming  chore 
each  day,  a  manicure,  pedicure,  etc.  She  sham- 
poos her  hair  frequently  and  dries  it  by  hand. 
Sometimes  she  gives  her  hair  a  rest  by  going 
'without  a  permanent  for  a  couple  of  months, 
wearing  it  straight,  and  brushing  vigorously.  For 
big  parties  she  sets  her  hair  with  eau  de  cologne 
diluted  with  water. 

POISE: 

Good  carriage,  and  knowing  how  to  enter  a  room 
gracefully,  rate  high  on  Jan's  glamor  chart. 
"Stand  tall,  but  relaxed,"  she  advises.  "Pull  your 
'shoulders  down  as  if  they  were  a  coat  hanger. 
Feel  that  your  hands  are  a  part  of  your  arms, 
not  just  attached  at  the  wrist.  If  you  don't 
know  what  to  do  with  your  hands,  carry  some- 
thing. A  purse,  for  instance,  or  a  handkerchief." 

WORST  DEFECT: 

Jan  believes  in  minimizing  bad  points.  There  are 
lots  of  little  tricks  you  can  devise  to  suit  your 
own  defects,  such  as  covering  sharp  elbows  with 
long  sleeves,  or  hiding  large  ears  with  a  becoming 
hairdo.  Jan  felt  her  worst  feature  was_  her  nose, 
and,  after  consultation  with  her  physician  plas- 
tic surgery  remedied  that. 

VOICE: 

As  an  actress,  Jan  has  been  concentrating  on 
enunciation  and  expression  for  years.  "But  every 
time  I  went  to  church  or  sang  in  a  group,"  she 
says,  "I  noticed  that  my  voice  was  almost  the 
only  one  off  rhythm  or  out  of  key."  To  remedy 
that  she  started  taking  voice  lessons.  As  a  con- 
sequence Jan  has  added  three  voice  exercises  to 
her  beauty  schedule  that  she  thinks  belongs  in 
any  glamor  routine.  First,  strike  any  note  on  a 
piano  and  see  how  nearly  you  can  aproximate 
exact  tone  and  pitch.  Second,  to  improve  quality 
of  voice  strike  a  note  again  and  sing  A-E-I-O-U 
all  on  same  note,  same  breath.  Lastly,  to  improve 
voice  projection,  try  placing  sound  in  front  of 
mouth.  Don't  be  breathy.  When  pronouncing  a 
word  finish  all  syllables.  Finish  each  vowel  sound 
with  lips. 

PERSONALIZED  WARDROBE: 

This  is  one  of  the  things  Jan  goes  in  for  in  a 
big  way.  She  likes  to  accessorize  her  clothes  with 
scarves,  bells,  costume  jewelry,  but  not  all  at 
the  same  time,  of  course.  And  she's  addicted  to 
separates,  and  skirts  of  all  kinds  with  sweaters 
and  blouses. 


52 


WHEN  I  HATED  MY  MIRROR  continued 

my  family  doctor  who  checked  my  diet  and  rate  of  losing  weight. 

That  122  pounds  was  fine  for  an  actress  on  the  stage  but  it 
wasn't  good  enough  for  an  actress  on  the  screen.  So  I  called  on 
will-power  and  medical  help  again.  Today  I  weigh  only  108 
pounds — and  there  have  been  other  changes.  As  it  happens  I  am 
the  fourth  wife  of  my  husband,  Paul  Douglas.  But  the  way  he 
puts  it  now,  after  some  of  those  changes,  "You're  both  my  fourth 
and  fifth  wife!"  That's  nice  "changing!" 

When  I  was  about  six  my  parents  divorced  and  my  mother 
remarried.  My  step-father,  Henry  James  White,  was  an  oil  man 
with  interests  in  both  Europe  and  South  America,  and  we  seemed 
to  beat  a  constant  path  between  these  two  continents  and  the 
United  States.  Most  of  my  education  came  from  tutors  and  in  my 
whole  life  I  have  had  only  one  year  of  formal  schooling.  That 
suited  me  because  no  matter  what  subject  I  studied  I  always  trans- 
lated it  in  terms  of  the  stage.  History  to  me  was  full  of  characters 
with  costumes  and  good  or  bad  lines  to  say  rather  than  people  of 
political  or  cultural  significance.  English  was  something  you 
talked — not  wrote  or  analyzed.  Geography  concerned  places 
where  there  were  different  forms  of  entertainment ;  opera  in  Italy, 
intimate  theaters  in  France,  outdoor  concerts  and  folk  dramas 
in  Austria  and  Germany,  weird  all-day  shows  in  China. 

All  my  life  I  had  always  wanted  to  play  at  being  someone 
else  ...  but  I  didn't  know  my  first  big  role  would  be  the  real- 
life  one  of  simply  not  being  me.  I  think  the  customs  of  my 
family  cemented  this  desire.  My  mother,  like  many  mothers, 
used  to  dress  Mimi  and  me  alike.  I  think  this  is  a  practice  which 
pleases  the  parents,  is  complimentary  to  the  younger  girl,  but 
darn  unfair  to  the  older  one.  I  still  remember  the  sack-like  dresses 
we  wore — the  kind  that  hang  straight  down,  when  Mimi  was 
seven  and  I  was  ten.  The  minute  I'd  get  alone  I'd  find  something, 
even  if  it  was  only  a  piece  of  string,  and  pull  it  around  my  waist, 
trying  for  a  shape.  And  then  .  .  the  bloomers !  I  tried  so  many 
experiments  trying  to  unbloomerize  them  that  generally  I'd  wear 
out  the  elastics  and  time  and  again  these  would  break  and  I'd  be 
all  bloomers  down  to  my  ankles. 

I  gave  my  first  performance  for  other  than  children  at  the  age 
of  nine.  The  audience  was  composed  of  the  elevator  operators  in 
the  apartment  building  we  lived  in  on  Park  Avenue  in  New  York 
at  the  time,  and  the  stage  was  the  lobby.  When  the  operators 
agreed  to  watch  my  "show"  I  ran  out  (Continued  on  page  83) 


"Early  to  bed  tonight,"  Jan  laughingly  warns  her  husband,  Paul 
Douglas,  as  she  points  to  an  early  call  on  RKO's  Split  Second  for 
the  next  day.  Paul  usually  picks  Jan  up  after  work,  and  they 
leisurely   make  their  way   home,   window  shopping   as  they  go. 


"You  ask  me  why  I  gave  my  heart  to  Christ. 
"I  cannot  reply. 

"My  heart  was  drawn  at  length  to  seek  His  faith. 

"He  called  me  and  I  came, 

"He  heard  my  prayers. 

"I  cannot  tell  you  how  or  when  or  where — 

"Or  why  I  have  told  you  now  .  .  ." 

■  The  small,  almost  frail  young  woman 
in  the  brown  suit,  brown  gloves  and  hat 
carried  her  modest  suitcase  toward  the  big 
TWA  plane  warming  up  at  the  Los  Angeles 
International  Airport.  She  was  alone. 

June  Haver  had  risen  at  five,  told  her  family 
goodbye  at  her  sister  Evelyn's  apartment 
and  begged  them  not  to  see  her  off,  for  everything 
had  long  since  been  said  that  could  be.  Then  she 
had  driven  by  St.  John's  Hospital. in  Santa  Monica 
to  attend  six  o'clock  mass,  have  breakfast,  bid 
the  sisters  there  farewell  and  receive  their  blessing. 
Now  the  flight  was  ready  and  she  climbed 
aboard.  In  a  minute  she  was  aloft  and  rising 
toward  the  Heavens  on  a  benevolent  wind,  headed 
East  for  Kansas  to  begin  a  new  life,  and  to 
leave  an  old  one  behind. 

June's  clear  blue  eyes  looked  eagerly  ahead, 
not  back.  Back  lay  Hollywood  where  she 
had  spent  the  past  ten  of  her  26  years, 
and  where  those  same  blue  eyes  had  seen  her 
girlhood  dreams  come  true,  as  she  danced,  sang, 
laughed  and  brightened  up  the  screen  to  make 
herself  wealthy  and  famous,  loved  by  everyone 
who  knew  her  personally  and  by  millions  who 
did  not.  Back  of  her  lay  a  star's  career  in 
full  flower,  a  salary  of  $3,500  a  week,  and  all  the 
luxuries,  privileges  and  rewards  of  success — 
pretty  clothes,  jewelry,  money,  parties,  comfort, 
popularity.  Now  she  owned  nothing  of  the  world's 
goods  except  the  necessaries  of  her  journey. 
Behind  June,  too,  were  even  more  intimately 
precious  things — her  mother  and  her  sisters, 
Dorothy  and  Evelyn,  her  nephew  and  nieces, 
Kathleen,  Trudy  June  and  Brian,  whom  she 
deeply  loved  and  to  whom  she  was  extremely  close. 

June  looked  ahead  impatiently  with  eyes 
that  were  wide  open  to  what  she  was  doing  and 
where  she  was  going.  She  was  going,  as  all 
the  world  knows  by  now,  to  St.  Mary's  Academy 
of  the  Sisters  of  Charity  in  Leavenworth  to 
prepare  for  a  nun's  life  in  that  cloistered 
religious  order.  Ahead  lay  a  large,  brick  convent 
anchored  to  the  flat  plains  of  Kansas,  where 
she  would  melt  into  anonymity,  wear  a  plain 
uniform,  eat  plain  food,  share  a  plain 
dormitory  room,  rise  at  five  o'clock, 
study,  pray  and  work  16  hours  a  day, 
in  pursuit  of  her  stated  ambition: 

"...  to  be  a  Sister  of  Charity,  with 
the  Grace  of  God  and  the  {Continued  on  page  95) 


June  entered  the  convent 
of  the  Sisters  of  Charity,   an  order  that 
staffs  hospitals,  on  February  II. 


It  stunned  the  world 
when  sparkling  June  Hav 
decided  to  become  a  nun. 
Here  is  a  detailed 
account  of  that  decision  . 
and  a  tribute  to  June. 

BY  JACK  WADE 


the  wasted  years 

(Continued  from  page  30)  winner,  on 
occasion  beat  her,  caused  her  great  men- 
tal suffering,  threatened  her  with  physical 
harm,  and  turned  her  into  a  nervous 
wreck? 

If  that  language  sounds  too  strong  to  you, 
it  is  nothing  compared  to  Olivia  de- 
Havilland's  testimony  in  court.  Listen  to 
her  as  she  tells  the  judge  what  life  with 
her  ex-husband  was  like  from  August 
26th,  1946,  when  she  married  him  in 
Weston,  Connecticut,  to  May  8th,  1952, 
when  she  finally  left  him: 

"We  were  driving  in  a  car — my  husband 
was  at  the  wheel — along  Sunset  Boule- 
vard, in  the  area  of  Bel- Air,  and  having 
some  sort  of  normal  conversation.  Mr. 
Goodrich  took  exception  to  something 
that  I  had  said,  something  that  was  so 
trivial  I  cannot  remember  it,  and  began  to 
pound  my  left  arm  with  his  closed  fist, 
and  this  continued  for  several  minutes, 
and  when  we  arrived  at  our  home  which 
was  in  Bel-Air,  I  got  out  of  the  car  and 
he  had  said  that  he  would  kill  me.  .  . 

"I  got  out  of  the  car  and  ran  down  the 
driveway  and  down  to  the  road  that  runs 
along  the  outside  of  the  property  where 
we  were  living,  and  I  believe  I  sat  down 
on  a  rock  in  some  shrubbery  and  I 
didn't  know  where  to  go  or  what  to  do. 

"After  a  while  my  husband  found  me 
there,  he  came  to  hunt  for  me,  and  I  told 
him  I  was  afraid  to  get  in  the  car  be- 
cause he  had  said  he  would  kill  me." 

As  a  result  of  the  arm-pounding,  Olivia 
told  the  Court,  "I  received  a  very  large 
bruise  which  was  dark  blue  and  purple. 
The  bruise  ...  on  my  left  arm  between 
the  shoulder  and  elbow,  was  about  the  size 
of  a  baseball." 

In  order  to  conceal  that  injury  from  her 
Hollywood  friends,  Olivia  said,  "I  just  used 
colored  scarves.  It  was  warm  weather  and 
I  was  wearing  short-sleeve  dresses,  and 
I  used  scarves  which  I  tied  around  the 
arm  to  conceal  the  bruise.  It  was  very 
humiliating." 

From  1946  to  1951  Olivia  deHavilland 
maintained  the  fiction  that  her  marriage 
to  Marcus  Goodrich  was  one  of  those  di- 
vine couplings  ordained  in  heaven,  an 
incomparably  happy  union  she  never 
wished  dissolved.  When  a  baby  boy,  Ben- 
jamin, was  born  to  her  in  1951,  she  told 
reporters  that  she  was  the  happiest  wom- 
an in  the  world,  that  now  her  marriage 
was   truly   complete,   truly  ecstatic. 

I  and  others  who  had  seen  her  in 
company  with  Goodrich  knew  that  she 
was  whistling  in  the  dark,  trying  to  keep 
up  her  courage,  hoping  against  hope  that 
her  husband  might  change.  A  consum- 
mate actress,  Liwy  felt  at  the  time  that 
she  was  actually  fooling  all  her  friends. 
She  wasn't;  we  knew  the  score.  We  knew 
she  was  miserable,  cowed,  completely 
dominated  by  Marcus,  living  in  almost 
perpetual  fear  of  the  man. 

IT  took  six  long  years,  but  Olivia  finally 
told  the  truth  about  herself,  her  baby, 
and  her  husband;  and  she  told  it  in 
court. 

"During  the  first  five-and-a-half  weeks 
of  the  baby's  life,"  she  testified,  "I  took 
care  of  him  all  by  myself — I  wanted  to 
take  care  of  him  all  by  myself  and  I  did. 
During  that  period  of  time,  well,  the  baby 
was  four  weeks  old  and  I  was  caring  for 
him  in  the  bedroom  of  the  house  and 
my  husband  became  upset  for  something — 
I  cannot  recall  what  it  was — it  was  un- 
important— and  he  became  extremely 
violent  and  abusive  in  his  manner  and  he 
struck  me  ...  I  had  to  turn  my  body 
so  that  the  baby  would  not  be  injured 


because  I  was  holding  Benjamin  in  my 
arms  at  the  time." 

One  more  extract  from  the  Court  record 
and  you'll  have  some  idea  of  what  Olivia 
deHavilland  put  up  with  rather  than  ad- 
mit marital  failure. 

The  following  extract  deals  with  Christ- 
mas, 1951,  when  the  actress  was  on  the 
road,  touring  in  a  stage  play,  and  stop- 
ping over  at  the  Hotel  Utah  in  Salt  Lake 
City. 

Q:  Do  you  recall  the  occasion  that  a 
person  came  to  the  door  of  the  hotel 
suite  and  asked  for  your  autograph? 

A:  I  do  remember  that. 

Q:  Will  you  briefly  tell  the  Court  just 
what  happened  and  what  he  (your  hus- 
band) said  on  that  occasion? 

A:  Yes.  Someone  came  to  the,  door 
and  asked  for  my  signature  and  my  hus- 
band was  rather  angered  by  this  request 


Annette  Warren,  who  did  the 
singing  for  Ava  Gardner  in  Show 
Boat,  now  seldom  sings  those 
songs  in  nightclubs.  "I'm  a  little 
tired  of  them,"  Annette  says,  "be- 
sides one  night  9  heckler  advised 
me  not  to  sing  'My  Bill' — that  I 
Couldn't  compare  to  Ava  Gardner!" 

Sidney  Skolsky  in 
Hollywood  Is  My  Beat 


and  became  rather  excited  and  quite  im- 
patient and  unkind. 

Q:  Was  it  a  repetition  of  similar  moods 
that  you  have  described? 

A:  Yes,  it  was. 

Q:  How  did  that  affect  you? 

A:  I  was  disturbed  for  two  reasons:  I 
did  not  like  to  see  such  a  small  incident 
upset  my  husband,  and  I  wanted  to  avoid 
a  repetition  of  this  kind  of  thing  in  the 
future  because  these  rages  disturbed  me 
very  greatly. 

Q:  What  did  he  say  particularly  on 
that  occasion  that  affected  you?  What 
was  the  threat  that  he  made? 

A:  I  suggested  to  my  husband  that  next 
time  if  anybody  came  requesting  my  sig- 
nature that  Nellie,  the  wardrobe  mistress, 
who  is  also  my  dresser — I  suggested  that 
he  let  her  handle  the  situation  as  she 
was  accustomed  to  doing  so.  She  had 
always  handled  situations  of  that  kind 
through  all  the  years  she  had  been  in  the 
theatre  which  were  at  least  20. 

Q:  In  her  presence  what  did  he  say? 

A:  He  turned  to  me  and  said,  "I  will  beat 
you  for  that,"  and  started  to  cross  the 
room. 

Q:  How  did  that  affect  you? 

A:  I  was  deeply  upset,  not  only  by 
the  threat,  but  also  by  the  fact  he  had 
said  that  in  front  of  a  third  person.  I  felt 
the  fact  he  had  forgotten  himself  in  front 
of  a  third  person  was  a  very  dangerous 
thing  and  the  next  time  I  was  alone  and 
he  became  angry,  I  thought  I  might  not 
survive. 

Why  should  a  woman,  particularly  a 
talented  actress  who  supports  her 
family,  put  up  with  such  treatment  for 
six  years? 

•  This  is  the  question  all  her  friends 
have  asked  Liwy. 

Why  didn't  she  pull  out  as  soon  as  she 
learned  what  sort  of  husband  Marcus 
Goodrich  really  was?  Why  wait  around 
for  the  punishment? 

Her  answer  is  characteristically  simple, 
"I  couldn't  bear  the  idea  of  divorce.  I 
didn't  believe  in  it.  It  was  my  only 
marriage  and  I  wanted  it  to  last.  Before 
I  decided  on  divorce,  I  consulted  my 
minister  and  asked  his  advice.  It  was 
only  when  I  realized  that  my  son  was 
in  danger,  both  physically  and  psycho- 
logically, that  I  had  to  face  the  fact  that 
the  marriage  simply  could  not  continue. 


"I  was  faced  with  two  alternatives — 
neither  one  was  desirable.  One  was  di- 
vorce and  the  other  was  a  home  in  which 
my  son  might  be  done  great  physical  and 
psychological  damage,  I  decided  after  I 
talked  to  my  minister,  the  only  thing  to 
do  was  to  get  a  divorce." 

Olivia  got  her  divorce  last  year.  It  was 
uncontested,  and  she  waived  alimony, 
attorney's  fees  and  court  costs.  She  paid 
for  everything  and  was  awarded  custody 
of  her  child  with  the  right  of  reasonable 
visitation  going  to  Goodrich  if  he  desires 
to  exercise  it. 

Since  August  of  1952  and  her  divorce, 
Olivia  deHavilland  has  become  a  new 
woman.  No  longer  is  she  the  frightened, 
bewildered,  dominated  young  wife  who 
each  time  looked  at  her  husband  with 
trepidation  before  she  answered  a  re- 
porter's questions. 

Today  she  is  an  attractive,  vivacious, 
bubbling,  spirited  woman  full  of  warmth, 
energy  and  drive,  and  she  is  beginning 
once  again  to  go  out  with  men. 

John  Huston  and  Olivia  met  for  the 
first  time  in  years  when  he  arrived  in 
Hollywood  during  Christmas  Week  last 
year  to  show  his  Moulin  Rouge  for  Acad- 
emy Award  contention.  It  was  a  roman- 
tic and  sentimental  reunion,  for  when 
Olivia  was  a  young  actress  on  the  Warner 
lot  during  the  late  1930's,  the  first  man 
she  genuinely  fell  in  love  with  was  the 
lanky,  quixotic  Huston.  They  went  to- 
gether for  years,  and  there  was  much  talk- 
of  ah  impending  marriage,  but  these 
two  were  almost  similar  in  temperament 
and  viewpoint,  and  the  love  affair  even- 
tually faded. 

What   memories    were    aroused    early  | 
this  year  when  Olivia  and  Huston  ran  into 
each  other  at  several  of  Hollywood's  New 
Year  parties,  I  don't  know.    Huston  has 
re-married  for  the  third  time  and  is  no  ' 
longer  free,  but  I  do  know  that  when 
they  met  at  the  Vincente  Minnelli  party, 
Olivia  looked  more  ripe,  more  beautiful,  | 
more  radiant  than  she  ever  has  before. 

Olivia  deHavilland  first  saw  her  husband 
at  a  dinner  party  five  years  before 
she  married  him.  The  dinner  was  held  at 
the  home  of  Arthur  Hornblow,  the  MGM 
producer,  and  Goodrich,  who  speaks  beau- 
tifully, was  waxing  eloquent  on  the  va-  | 
rious   virtues   and   faults   of   women   in  I 
America.    All  that  Olivia  remembers  of  ; 
the  .affair,  and  this  rather  hazily,  was  that 
Goodrich  said  he  thought  he'd  go  to  Scan-  j 
dinavia,  marry  a  healthy  young  girl  and  I 
have  a  dozen  children,  whereupon  Olivia  - 
said,  "Why  go  to  Scandinavia?" 
'  She    wasn't    impressed    by    Goodrich,  1 
merely  regarded  him  as  a  pleasant  fellow  I 
who'd  obviously  been  around. 

At  that  time,  which  was  1940,  Livvy  was  j 
actually  thinking  more  of  her  career  than 
of   her   love-life.    She  was   exceedingly  / 
ambitious,  and  that's  putting  it  mildly.  \ 
She'd  finished  the  role  of  Melanie  in  Gone  g 
With  The  Wind  in  which  picture  she  had  jj 
established  herself  as  a  sensitive,  per-  p 
ceptive  actress.  [ 
By  1946,  however,  after  11  hectic  years  ji 
of  career  obsession,  and  a  tearful  farewell 
to  John  Huston,  Olivia  had  seen  through  ; 
the  illusion  of  Hollywood,  and  she  was  | 
more  than  ready  for  a  personable  and  pre-  ■. 
sentable  man.    She  had  worked  in  many  : 
films,   and   tiring   of  them  temporarily,  \ 
agreed  to  go  to  Westport,  Connecticut,  to 
do  a  play.  5 
In  the  Spring  of  1946,  Olivia  boarded  the  I  , 
train  for  New  York  on  a  mission  with  { 
one  of  her  best  Hollywood  friends,  Phyllis  , 
Seaton.  En  route  to  the  East,  both  girls 
began  to  plunge  into  various  subjects,  the  I 
most  fascinating  of  which  turned  out  to  t 
be  something  called,  "Men." 
Phyllis  brought  up  the  name  of  Marcus 


Goodrich  as  an  eligible  man-about- town 
and  Olivia  said  she  had  met  him  five 
years  ago. 

"That's  a  coincidence,"  Mrs.  Seaton  said, 
"Marcus  is  an  old  family  friend  and  hell 
probably  phone  us  in  New  York." 

TP  hat's  exactly  what  happened.  A  day 
after  Phyllis  and  Liwy  checked  into 
their  hotel  suite,  Marcus  Goodrich  was  on 
the  phone.  That  night  he  took  both  girls 
to  dinner.  Two  nights  later,  he  asked  for 
the  same  privilege.  Again  it  was  granted. 
On  Friday  night  he  phoned  for  a  third 
date,  and  on  this  occasion  Phyllis  Seaton, 
very  happily  married,  took  the  hint. 

"I've  got  a  nasty  headache,"  .she  told 
Livvy.  "You'll  just  have  to  dine  with 
Marcus  alone." 

He  and  Olivia  talked  until  three  the 
next  morning,  and  Goodrich,  glib  and 
mellifluous,  was  absolutely  fascinating. 
At  least,  Liwy  thought  so. 

A  day  later  she  had  him  drive  her  from 
Westport  to  East  Hampton  on  Long  Island. 
During  this  trip  Marcus  asked  for  all  her 
biographical  details,  and  as  Liwy  recalls, 
"We  became  so  entranced  by  the  subject 
that  we  got  ourselves  lost  five  times." 

By  the  end  of  the  trip,  Marcus  was 
ready  with  a  little  advice  for  the  talented 
actress.  He  had  heard  his  date  out  and  he 
was  convinced,  so  he  said,  that  she  should 
remain  single  for  another  two  years  and 
then  get  married — not  to  a  writer  or  an 
artist,  but  to  a  successful  business  man. 
Olivia  said  this  made  good  sense  and  she 
would  in  all  probability  follow  Marcus 
Aurelius'  advice. 

Less  than  a  week  later,  Goodrich  was 
back  at  Olivia's  hotel.  Over  luncheon  he 
said,  "Will  you  marry  me?" 

Olivia's  eyes  sparkled.  "But  you're  not 
a  successful  businessman,"  she  cracked. 
Then  she  said  yes. 

They  talked  until  the  early  hours  of  the 
morning,  Marcus  explaining  to  his  bride- 
to-be  that  "you  are  the  type  of  woman 
who  has  enormous  respect  for  duly  con- 
stituted authority.  One  of  the  needs  of 
your  nature,  like  that  of  every  real  wom- 
an, is  to  be  able  to  rely  upon  your  mate." 
Olivia  fell  for  that  routine  hook,  line,  and 
sinker. 

When  Goodrich  discussed  the  wedding 
ceremony  with  her,  he  reportedly  said, 
"I'd  like  very  much  if  in  the  ceremony 
you  would  promise  to  obey." 

Olivia  knew  that  contemporary  mar- 
riage ceremonies  carry  the  promise  to 
"love,  honor,  and  cherish,"  that  the  word 
"obey"  is  considered  out-moded  in  the 
light  of  woman's  modern  accomplish- 
ments, and  she  should  have  gathered,  from 
his  insistence  upon  this  point,  some  idea 
of  Goodrich's  dogmatism,  but  she  hardly 
gave  it  a  second  thought. 

f\  nce  back  in  Hollywood,  he  began  to 
^  manage  his  wife's  career  which,  up  to 
this  point,  had  been  brilliantly  directed. 
In  the  process  he  antagonized  agents,  re- 
porters, executives,  dozens  of  persons  who 
had  known,  loved  and  long  respected 
Olivia. 

Some  of  these  friends  began  to  refer  to 
Goodrich  as  "Svengali,"  so  completely  did 
he  come  to  dominate  this  actress  who  had 
once  been  too  strong  to  be  dominated  by 
anything  except  her  own  unbridled  am- 
bition. 

As  Olivia  deHavilland's  husband,  Mar- 
cus Goodrich  was  no  success  in  Holly- 
wood. People  began  making  cracks  about 
the  fact  that  Olivia  was  the  family  bread- 
winner, that  outside  of  writing  one  novel, 
"I>elilah,"  Goodrich  didn't  appear  to  be 
very  productive.  Gradually,  some  of  the 
more  sensitive  souls  in  Hollywood  began 
to  drop  the  couple  socially. 

Many  of  us  knew  Olivia  was  unhappy,  but 


few  of  us  realized  that  life  with  Goodrich 
had  deteriorated  into  the  miserable  sham- 
bles she  later  described  in  court.  Few  of 
us  imagined  that  Marcus  would  ever  dare 
use  physical  force  on  so  fragile  and  high- 
strung  a  woman.  We  knew  the  writer  was 
opinionated,  strong-willed,-  and  frustrated, 
but  we  figured  that  once  his  wife  became 
pregnant,  he  would  alter  his  ways  and 
become  a  kind  and  considerate  husband; 
apparently,  this  didn't  happen. 

"I  was  confined  to  bed  for  seven  months 
during  the  time  I  was  expecting  my  son," 
Livvy  has  explained,  "and  I  wasn't  al- 
lowed to  get  up  because  of  the  danger  of 
losing  the  baby.  It  was  our  custom  to 
dine  in  the  bedroom — my  husband  would 
have  his  dinner  at  a  card  table  and  I 
would  have  my  tray  in  bed.  One  evening 
my  husband  was  served  beefsteak  pie  .  .  . 
and  he  was  very  upset  because  it  was  not 
steak  and  kidney  pie  and  he  threw  the 
pie  across  the  room  and  left  the  house." 

After  the  baby  came  and  Marcus  still 
refused  to  mend  his  ways,  Olivia  went  to 
see  her  minister  and  together  they  de- 
cided that  divorce  was  the  only  solution. 

Last  June,  Olivia  returned  to  Holly- 
wood with  her  little  Benjie  and  gave  out 
the  announcement  that  she  was  going  to 
divorce  Marcus  Goodrich  and  play  the 


WAS  HER  FACE  RED! 

Anne  Baxter  was  excited  and  a  little 
bit  puffed,  up  about  playing  opposite 
the  late  John  Barrymore.  One  day  she 
went  into  a  big  scene  with  all  her  heart, 
soul,  and  "theatah."  She  felt  she  was 
really  knocking  them  out  when  Barry- 
more  suddenly  turned  toward  the  di- 
rector and  exploded,  "Good  Heavens! 
Must  she  swim,  too?" 

— Koltna  Flake 


lead  in  My  Cousin  Rachel. 

Hollywood  was  happy  for  her  on  both 
counts. 

When  deHavilland  works  she  throws 
herself  into  a  role  with  such  complete 
concentration  that  at  the  end  of  the  day 
she's  exhausted  and  has  no  time  for  the 
social  amenities.  It  was  that  way  with 
Liwy  during  the  making  of  Rachel.  She 
was  rarely  seen  around  town. 

Once  the  picture  was  finished,  however, 
we  saw  a  new  Liwy  emerge,  a  girl  of 
warmth,  vibrancy,  and  tenderness.  To  be- 
gin with,  Olivia  reconciled  with  her  father, 
from  whom  she  had  long  been  estranged. 
Various  reasons  have  been  attributed  to 
this  estrangement,  but  the  truth  involves 
the  story  of  the  deHavilland  family  back- 
ground heretofore  untold. 

/~)livia's  father,  Walter  deHavilland,  left 
>/  England  in  1893,  after  graduating  from 
Cambridge,  to  head  a  law  office  in  Tokyo. 
In  1914  he  returned  to  Britain  where  he 
met  a  young  lady  named  Lillian  Ruse  who 
was  studying  drama  in  Sir  Beerbohm 
Tree's  Dramatic  Academy.  Young  deHav- 
illand, an  impetuous  bon  vivant,  proposed 
marriage  and  asked  the  girl  to  return  to 
Tokyo  with  him. 

Lillian  Ruse  said  she  wasn't  sure.  "Tell 
you  what  we'll  do,"  Walter  deHavilland 
suggested.  "Well  toss  a  coin.  Heads  you 
go  to  Tokyo  as  my  wife.  Tails  you  stay 
here  single."  The  coin  was  flipped.  It 
came  down  tails,  but  Lillian  Ruse  changed 
her  mind.  She  decided  to  marry  the  young 
man  anyway.  Two  years  later,  a  daughter 
was  born  to  the  couple  in  Tokyo  on  July 
1st,  1916.  This  first-born  daughter  was 
christened  Olivia.  A  year  later  another 
daughter  was  born.  This  one  was  chris- 
tened Joan  de  Beauvoir  deHavilland. 

Unfortunately,  life  in  Japan  didn't  agree 
with  the  babies,  so  Mrs.  deHavilland,  not 


too  pleased  with  her  marriage  in  any  case, 
packed  their  things  and  sailed  with  them 
to  California.  On  arriving,  she  made  a 
home  for  her  girls  in  the  small-  town  of 
Saratoga. 

In  1925,  Mrs.  deHavilland  decided  to  di- 
vorce her  husband  and  returned  to  Tokyo 
for  that  purpose,  leaving  her  daughters 
with  a  nurse.  When  she  returned  to  the 
States  a  few  months  later,  she  discovered 
happily  enough  that  Joan  and  Livvy  had 
made  a  fast  friend  of  a  department  store- 
owner,  a  French  Canadian,  named  George 
Fontaine.  Mrs.  deHavilland  also  became 
his  friend  and  subsequently  his  wife  which 
is  how  Joan  de  Beauvoir  deHavilland  came 
to  take  the  name,  Joan  Fontaine. 

Not  long  after  Mrs.  deHavilland  became 
Mrs.  George  Fontaine,  her  ex-husband 
decided  to  marry  his  Japanese  house- 
keeper. Joan  saw  nothing  scandalous  in 
this.  In  fact  when  she  was  15  she  went  to 
Tokyo  to  live  with  him  and  his  Japanese 
wife  for  two  years.  Olivia,  however, 
viewed  the  entire  affair  with  jaundiced 
eye  and  declined  to  see  her  father. 

When  at  69  Mr.  deHavilland  arrived  in 
California  with  his  Oriental  wife,  World 
War  II  had  begun,  and  his  wife  was  or- 
dered out  of  the  West  Coast  war  zone  by 
War  Department  authorities.  The  couple 
went  first  to  Denver,  Colorado,  where  they 
eked  out  a  bare  living  and  later  to  British 
Columbia  in  Canada  where  they  now 
reside. 

Olivia  hadn't  seen  her  father  for  years 
when,  after  finishing  Rachel,  she  decided 
there  was  no  point  in  perpetuating  this 
paternal  estrangement.  She  called  Walter 
deHavilland  long  distance  and  told  him 
that  he  must  come  to  California  and  see 
his  new  grandchild,  Benjamin.  She  paid 
all  the  travel  expenses,  but  her  Japanese 
step-mother  did  not  accompany  her  hus- 
band. She  remained  in  Canada. 

When  the  old  man  arrived  at  Union  Sta- 
tion in  Los  Angeles,  Olivia  and  her  little 
boy  were  on  hand  to  meet  him.  Tears  of 
joy  punctuated  the  reunion,  and  one  got 
the  feeling  that  one  of  Walter  deHavil- 
land's fondest  dreams  was  coming  true. 

/"^livia  has  also  reconciled  with  sister 
Joan.  Before  they  were  married  the 
two  actresses  shared  a  cottage  in  Cold- 
water  Canyon,  and  there  was  no  talk  of 
jealousy  and  feud  concerning  them.  After 
Joan  became  Mrs.  Brian  Aherne,  how- 
ever, the  girls  separated,  and  there  was 
much  gossip  to  the  effect  that  Aherne  had 
been  Livvy's  beau  to  begin  with  and  that 
Joan  had  stolen  him  away.  It  was  all  stuff 
and  nonsense.  The  two  actresses  simply 
began  to  grow  apart,  to  lead  different 
lives. 

Olivia's  only  husband,  Marcus  Good- 
rich, had  no  liking  for  Bill  Dozier,  Joan's 
second  husband,  so  that  no  attempt  at 
reconciliation  was  made  during  his  six- 
year  regime.  If  anything,  salt  was  thrown 
upon  the  open  wound. 

Once  Joan  divorced  Dozier,  however, 
and  married  Collier  Young  a  few  months 
ago,  she  ran  into  Livvy  at  the  Beverly 
Hills  Hotel  and  invited  her  sister  and 
her  nephew  to  visit  her  family.  Liwy  said 
they'd  be  glad  to  come,  and  that  was  that. 

From  here  on  in,  Olivia  deHavilland  is 
determined  to  be  kind,  friendly,  and  at 
ease  with  everyone.  She  has  no  room  in 
her  heart  for  bitterness,  rancor,  or  feud 
of  any  sort.  She  had  quite  enough  of  that 
in  six  years  of  marriage — years  which  she 
insists  were  not  wasted,  "because  really  I 
learned  a  good  deal  from  them." 

The  most  important  thing  Livvy  learned, 
and  it  cost  her  a  fortune  in  money  and 
heartache,  was  something  every  girl  should 
be  told  by  her  mother:  Marry  in  haste  and 
the  chances  are  very  good  you'll  live  to 
regret  it.  end 


farley's  design  for  living 

(Continued  from  page  43)  process.  Only  a 
few  prints  are  run  off  at  each  printing  and 
the  artists  sign  them.  Look,  I  have  a  deal- 
er's bill  of  sale." 

The  revenue  officer  grinned.  Those 
French  art  dealers,"  he  said,  "will  give  an 
American  movie  star  any  kind  of  bill  of 
sale  he  wants." 

"For  Pete's  sake,"  Farley  groaned.  Call 
the  Whitney  Museum  of  Art.  Call  the 
Metropolitan.  They'll  back  me  up  about 
these  gelotones." 

"Maybe  they  will,"  the  Customs  man 
persisted,  "but  how'll  we  know  these 
paintings  are  what  you  say  they  are?  You 
better  leave  'em  with  us." 

"Ohmyfoot,"  Farley  muttered  in  des- 
peration. "Call  somebody  and  let  me  get 
out  of  here." 

While  one  of  the  officials  went  to  see  his 
chief,  Farley  leaned  against  a  rail  and 
stewed  in  his  own  exasperation.  His  eyes 
swept  the  shed  for  some  sympathetic  face. 
No  one  gave  him  as  much  as  a  half-smile. 
For  a  fast  second  he  was  tempted  to  grab 
up  his  paintings  and  make  a  run  for  it 
or  just  leave  them  behind  and  forget  all 
about  them,  but  then  suddenly,  he  took 
the  canvases  and  turned  them  on  their 
backs,  and  there  on  the  rear,  in  small  clear 
letters  were  the  words,  "Rotogravure, 
deuxieme  reproduction." 

Farley  called  one  of  the  Customs  men 
back.  "See,"  he  said  triumphantly,  pointing 
to  the  stamp,  "this  proves  it.  It  says  this 
is  a  reproduction  and  a  second  printing." 

The  Customs  man  nodded.  "Okay,"  he 
agreed.  "Now,  about  these  other  purchases. 
You  got  receipts  for  everything?" 

"Not  everything,"  Farley  conceded. 
"Only  for  the  more  expensive  stuff.  The 
12  hemp  mats  I  found  in  a  market  in 
Seville.  They  only  cost  about  a  buck.  The 
casseroles  come  from  the  same  place  and 
cost  30  cents  each.  That  grain  bucket  I 
bought  at  a  roadside  stand  in  France.  Don't 
even  remember  where.  It's  worth  a  buck 
and  a  half  tops." 

The  official  began  to  look  skeptical  again. 
"And  the  bird  cage?" 

"From  the  Paris  flower  market,"  Farley 
answered  with  painful  honesty.  "Less  than 
a  buck." 

"No  jewelry?  No  gifts?" 
Farley  shook  his  head. 
"What  you  gonna  do  with  all  this  junk?" 
the  Customs  man  asked. 

"It's  for  my  house,"  Farley  said. 
The  Customs  men  looked  at  each  other 
in  mutual  acknowledgement  of  an  irre- 
futable truth.  "Actors  sure  are  nuts,"  one 
said  to  the  other.  "Imagine  this  guy  flying 
all  that  stuff  over  from  Europe.  I'll  bet  his 
house  looks  like  a  booby  hatch." 

Farley's  house  looks  like  anything  but. 
A  small,  compact,  two-bedroom  job,  it 
nestles  against  the  side  of  a  canyon  and 
is  possibly  the  most  tastefully  furnished 
bachelor's  haven  in  the  entire  movie 
colony. 

Farley  has  learned  how  to  decorate  a 
house  the  hard  way.  He's  rented  eight 
different  ones  in  the  past  six  years  and 
very  early  in  the  game  made  practically 
all  of  the  mistakes. 

"As  soon  as  I  rented  a  house,"  he  ad- 
mits, "I  used  to  re-paper  and  re-paint  the 
place,  sometimes  even  add  a  patio.  Then 
when  my  lease  was  up,  I  was  out.  Couldn't 
take  anything  with  me.  Now  I've  learned 
how  to  do  over  a  place  with  accessories." 

Farley  doesn't  mind  repainting  a  living 
room,  but  he  knows  the  walls  can  be  made 
exceedingly  attractive  by  adding  a  few 
good  paintings,  a  couple  of  carefully 
chosen  art  objects,  and  a  shelf  or  two  of 
books.  Right  now  he's  on  an  art  kick  and 


is  gradually  beginning  to  acquire  a  fine 
collection  of  paintings. 

They  range  from  a  sketch  by  Diego 
Rivera  to  a  half-dozen  water  colors  painted 
by  an  MGM  technician  named  Irv  Block. 
"I  buy  most  of  my  things  on  trips,"  Far- 
ley explains,  "because  that's  when  I  have 
more  time  to  roam  around  art  galleries. 
In  my  contract  with  Mr.  Goldwyn  there's 
a  clause  that  gives  me  18  weeks  off 
specifically  for  the  purpose  of  travel." 

Farley's  taken  good  advantage  of  that 
clause.  Since  1950  he  has  been  to  Mex- 
ico, Honolulu,  Greece,  Israel,  France,  Ger- 
many, Austria,  Spain,  Switzerland,  and 
Italy.  And  from  all  these  trips  he's  amassed 


Rita  Hayworth  is  more  fiery,  more 
desirable,  more  voluptuous  than 
ever.  Her  voice  is  as  intimate  as 
the  rustle  of  bedroom  lingerie.  Her 
figure  has  as  many  curves  as  a 
scenic  railway,  and  her  object  in 
life  is  primarily  a  happy  marriage 
— and  not  a  great  career. 

Prince  Michael  Romanoff 


a  collection  of  beautiful  glass,  pottery, 
baskets,  mats,  and  dozens  of  other  house- 
hold articles  all  of  which  you'll  find  in 
his  house. 

"My  folks  secretly  think  I'm  crazy  to 
drag  all  this  stuff  home,"  he  admits,  "but 
I  really  enjoy  my  foreign  furnishings.  I 
think  it  does  a  lot  for  a  house." 

The  truth  is  that  it  does  so  much  for  a 
house  that  Farley's  bungalow  has  now  be- 
come the  favorite  hangout  for  the  more 
literate  and  appreciative  of  the  Hollywood 
younger  set.  Farley  throws  two  dinner 
parties  each  week — he  has  a  wonderful 
cook  and  housekeeper  named  Arzy  Peebles 
— and  at  these  gatherings  six  to  ten  of  his 
favorite  friends  are  usually  invited.  Shel- 
ley Winters  is  still  one  of  these. 

Although  he's  become  quite  a  party- 
giver  of  late,  "Farfel,"  as  Shelley  calls 
him,  prefers  to  spend  most  of  his  home- 
time  in  either  of  two  spots,  his  den  or  his 
sun-soaked  lanai. 

In  his  den  he  reads  scripts,  studies  his 
lines,  answers  his  fan  mail,  plays  hun- 
dreds of  classical  and  contemporary  re- 
cordings. When  friends  accuse  him  of  liv- 
ing the  life  of  a  maharajah,  he  has  a 
ready  answer.  "I  think,"  he  says,  "that 
it's  a  sign  of  maturity  that  I'd  rather  spend 
money  on  a  house  and  furnishings  than 
in  night  clubs  the  way  I  used  to  do.  It's 
much  more  fun  taking  a  girl  up  here  on 
a  date  than  going  to  some  night  spot. 
Might  as  well  enjoy  the  things  I  have." 

Although  he  doesn't  mind  spending 
money  on  furnishings  he  can  take  with 
him,  Farley  draws  the  line  on  buying  fur- 
niture for  any  house  he  rents.  He  uses  a 
lot  of  ingenuity  to  acquire  what  he  wants 
without  being  extravagant. 

In  the  living  room,  for  example,  a  con- 
ventional coffee  table  came  with  the  house. 
After  a  few  weeks,  however,  Farley  dis- 
covered that  there  weren't  enough  low 
tables  to  take  care  of  his  buffet-supper 
guests.  Rather  than  buy  one  large  coffee 
table  that  might  fit  this  particular  living 
room  but  no  other,  he  had  a  carpenter 
knock  together  four  plain  tables,  18 
inches  square  and  two  feet  high.  He 
sprayed  them  with  four  different  colors  of 
enamel  and  arranged  them  in  the  form 
of  one  L-shaped  table  in  front  of  the 
living  room  couch.  When  he  builds  a  house 
of  his  own,  which  he'll  probably  do  when 
he  finds  a  bride,  he  can  take  these  little 
tables  with  him  and  scatter  them  in 
separate  rooms  throughout  the  house. 

Similarly,  when  Farley  needed  a  larger 
flat  top  desk  in  his  den,  he  bought  a  strip 
of  plywood  and  set  it  on  top  of  an  exist- 


ing knee-hole  desk.  When  he  wanted  an 
extra  lamp  table  in  the  lanai  he  put  one 
together  consisting  of  twelve  concrete 
bricks  and  a  slab  of  plywood. 

Farley  is  economical  with  a  buck  and 
has  learned  from  experience  how  to 
cut  corners  when  it  comes  to  decorating 
a  house.  He's  found,  .for  example,  that  you 
can  hide  offensive  light  brackets  by  cover- 
ing them  with  stylish  but  inexpensive  bas- 
kets. He  also  hides  an  ugly  wall  heater 
with  a  chunk  of  driftwood  he  picked  up 
on  the  Mojave  desert,  and  when  someone 
burns  a  hole  in  any  of  his  upholstery,  the 
tell-tale  signs  are  covered  with  an  Indian 
blanket. 

One  girl  who  has  dated  Farley  on  and 
off,  says,  "It's  a  little  frightening  how  much 
he  knows  about  good  living  and  good 
taste.  I  mean,  the  girl  who  marries  him 
will  have  her  work  cut  out.  Unless  she's 
very  well-bred  and  very  well-traveled 
and  very  well-cultured,  I'm  inclined  to 
believe  that  she'll  develop  a  most  acute 
inferiority  complex  very  early  in  their 
marriage.  Unless,  of  course,  she's  content 
to  let  Farley  take  everything  over." 

Of  late,  Farley  has  been  seeing  a  good 
deal  of  an  English  actress,  Dawn  Addams, 
who  was  at  MGM  until  a  few  months  ago. 

Of  late,  too,  he's  been  bitten  by  the  bug 
to  build  his  own  house.  He's  even  picked 
out  his  architect  and  the  location.  After 
living  in  a  variety  of  neighborhoods, 
ranging  from  Malibu  to  San  Fernando,  he's 
decided  that  he'd  like  to  build  in  the 
Hollywood  Hills  overlooking  the  Sunset 
Strip. 

For  an  architect  he's  chosen  a  friend 
and  a  promising  disciple  of  Frank  Lloyd 
Wright,  a  young  man  named  Aaron  Green. 
Architect  Green  lives  in  San  Francisco 
and  supervises  the  work  Wright  does  in 
that  area.  He  himself,  however,  has  de- 
signed a  number  of  modest  homes  in  and 
around  Los  Angeles,  and  whenever  he 
comes  to  town,  he  stays  in  Farley's  extra 
bedroom.  If  Farley  isn't  working  on  that 
particular  day,  he  tags  along  with  Aaron 
on  the  various  construction  jobs. 

"That's  the  way  to  learn  about  pure 
design,"  Granger  says.  "Go  along  with  an 
expert  who's  learned  it  from  the  greatest 
architect  in  the  business.  Aaron  has  taught 
me  an  awful  lot  what  to  want  and  what 
to  look  for  in  a  house.  What  I  want  is  a 
compact  little  modern  house,  something 
built  out  of  materials  in  their  natural 
state — wood,  stone,  glass,  and  so  forth." 

The  experience  of  renting  different  types 
of  houses  has  taught  Farley  what  he 
needs:  one  large  living  area  with  built-in 
sections  for  entertainment  and  dining.  He 
also  wants  a  well-equipped  kitchen  and 
a  swimming  pool.  The  only  thing  that's 
holding  him  back  from  rushing  into  con- 
struction tomorrow  is  money.  "I  just  don't 
have  enough  dough,"  he  admits,  "and  I 
don't  want  to  get  started  on  a  house  and 
then  stop  halfway.  I've  seen  a  number  of 
my  friends  over-extend  their  bank  ac- 
counts. Then  they  move  into  partially 
completed  houses.  I'd  hate  that.  I'd  rather 
not  start  than  end  up  with  a  house  that 
has  no  landscaping  or  just  makeshift  fur- 
nishings. For  me  it's  got  to  be  all  or 
nothing." 

Farley's  friends — and  these  include  be- 
sides Shelley  and  Vittorio  Gassmann,  the 
Sidney  Sheldons,  Rocky  Cooper,  Dawn 
Addams,  Leonard  Bernstein,  Ted  Loeff, 
and  a  few  others — are  inclined  to  believe 
that  Granger  is  waiting  not  so  much  for 
money  to  build  as  for  the  right  female 
incentive. 

"All  he  needs,"  says  Shelley,  "is  a  wife. 
When  he  finds  one  he'll  stop  talking  about 
a  house  and  start  building  a  home."  END 

(Farley  Granger  can  be  seen  in  MGM's 
Story  Of  Three  Loves.) 


the  truth  about  mr.  and  mrs. 


CUft i<5  say  wnat  they  liked,  hoping  as 

teul  uo       we  still  do  that  maybe  they'll 


(Continued  from  page  33)  about  it.  "When 
we  were  engaged,  and  she  was  wearing  my 
ring  and  all,  some  New  York  columnist 
wrote  that  Tony  Curtis  better  get  himself 
a  new  press  agent,  because  Janet  Leigh 
had  fallen  in  love  with  someone  else  and 
was  going  to  marry  him.  Man,  that  was 
rugged!" 

Man,  it  certainly  was! 

When  the  synthetic  news  that  his  girl 
was  about  to  throw  him  over  reached  Tony, 
Tie  came  mighty  close  to  a  nervous  collapse. 
He  was  in  Denver,  Colorado,  on  the  first 
big  personal  appearance  of  his  career.  So 
great  was  his  appeal  for  the  opposite  sex 
that  after  one  stage  show,  he  had  to  hide 
backstage  for  an  hour  before  he  could 
safely  be  smuggled  back  to  his  quarters  at 
the  Brown  Palace  Hotel.  Girls  of  all  ages 
were  trying  to  rip  off  unanchored  bits  of 
clothing  and  he  had  been  kissed  once  too 
often  that  day  by  passionate,  predatory 
females. 

Back  in  the  comparative  safety  of  his 
hotel  suite,  he  tried  to  reach  Janet  by  long 
distance  telephone.  She  had  been  attempt- 
ing to  reach  him  all  that  day,  with  no 
success,  because  the  operators  were  obey- 
ing orders;  Mr.  Curtis  didn't  want  to 
speak  to  any  eager  young  ladies.  They'd 
have  to  leave  their  names  and  he'd  call 
back. 

Of  course,  there  was  some  comfort  in 
the  dozen  messages  under  his  door,  asking 
him  to  call  Miss  Leigh  in  Pittsburgh,  but 
when  he  couldn't  get  through  his  normal 
reaction  was  the  sneaking  suspicion  that 
perhaps,  after  all,  there  might  have  been 
some  truth  in  the  story  that  Janet  had  met 
up  with  a  fascinating  baseball  player  and, 
so  to  speak,  flipped  her  lid.  It  was 
three  o'clock  in  the  morning  before  the 
connection  was  made.  Then,  at  a  cost 
of  some  68  dollars,  they  straightened  it 
out.  Tony  understood  that  Janet  had  met 
the  ball  player  only  once  at  a  benefit 
show,  after  which  they'd  had  dinner  to- 
gether with  other  people;  that  the  ball 
player,  being  engaged  to  another  girl,  was 
just  as  upset  over  the  columnist's  "wild 
item"  as  they  were.  Janet,  in  turn,  satisfied 
herself  that  Tony  really  believed  that  she 
loved  him,  and  only  him.  And  that  morn- 
ing, before  they  went  to  sleep  in  cities 
thousands  of  miles  apart,  they  agreed  to 
advance  the  date  of  their  marriage  by 
several  months. 

All  this  made  the  Modern  Screen  corre- 
spondent a  happy  man.  He  was  able  to  let 
his  editor  in  on  the  news  six  weeks  in 
advance,  because  he  was  with  Tony  at  the 
time.  Net  result:  several  other  magazines 
appeared  on  the  newsstands  with  stories 
about  Janet's  "new"  romance,  and  her 
ditching  of  the  actor  for  the  ball  player, 
at  almost  the  precise  time  she  became  Mrs. 
Tony  Curtis. 

HPoday,  Janet  remembers  this  experience, 
x  along  with  a  few  others,  from  an 
equally  mature  though  feminine  viewpoint: 
"I  have  a  reputation  for  never  forgetting 
anything,  and  those  hectic  days  left  a  deep 
impression.  The  things  that  were  printed 
sometimes!  It  was  all  publicity — Tony 
loved  somebody  else.  I  loved  somebody 
else.  Every  few  days  we'd  read  how  we'd 
split  up — sometimes  even  by  the  same 
writer  who'd  said  we'd  never  gone  to- 
gether in  the  first  place.  I  don't  care  what 
anyone  says;  that's  not  funny  when  you 
have  to  live  through  it,  and  it's  not  an 
ideal  beginning  for  marriage. 

"But  we  survived  all  that.  We  did  get 
married,  and  even  when  some  people 
wouldn't  leave  us  alone,  we  learned  not  to 
get  nervous  about  rumor  any  more.  We 
learned  to  live  our  lives  and  let  other  peo- 


eventually  give  up  and  go  away." 
Unfortunately,  Janet  knows  that  this 
will  never  happen.  During  their  two  years 
together,  they  have  observed  an  even 
dozen  famous  marriages  crack  up.  They 
know  that  reporters,  although  they  are  a 
frequent  irritant,  are  not  really  to  blame. 
The  truth  is,  as  Tony  puts  it,  "Movie  stars 
have  the  same  right  to  fall  in  love  as  any- 
one else."  They  also  have  the  same  right 
to  fall  out  of  love,  and  like  human  beings 

My  favorite  activity  is  reading! 

Marilyn  Monroe 

everywhere,  they  will  deny,  up  to  the  last 
minute,  even  to  themselves,  that  a  ro- 
mance or  a  marriage  is  really  over.  That's 
why  the  whole  marriage  picture  in  Holly- 
wood has  become  a  strange  game  in  which 
reporters  must  use  every  clue  and  device 
known  to  journalism  in  order  to  pass  on 
to  their  readers  the  facts  and  trends  in 
each  matrimonial  situation. 

Sometimes  (but  not  too  often)  they  can 
be  dead  wrong.  For  instance,  not  many 
evenings  ago,  a  guest  at  a  Hollywood 
party,  seeing  Tony  going  through  the  hila- 
rious fun  of  the  magic  acts  he  learned  for 
his  part  in  Houdini,  asked  where  Janet 
was. 

"Oh,"  he  was  told,  "she  was  tired,  so 
she  went  home." 

A  few  days  later  a  columnist  hinted  that 
Janet  was  fed  up  with  Tony's  preoccupation 
with  magic,  toy  trains,  and  such-like.  Net 
result:  They  were  having  serious  trouble. 
This  half-truth  could  have  started  a  fight 
between  Tony  and  Janet. 

TVTo  such  thing  happened,  and  this  is 
why:  "Of  course  we  have  fights," 
Janet  admits,  "but  for  one  simple  reason. 
It's  the  things  we  worry  about  in  each  other. 
That  sounds  a  little  Pollyanna-ish,  but 
that's  how  it  is.  I'm  a  busy  person.  So  is 
Tony.  The  difference  is  that  I'm  not  a  very 
good  sit-stiller.  For  instance,  Tony  is  one 
of  those  people  who  can  sleep  15  hours 
if  he  has  15  hours  to  sleep  in.  If  I  get 
eight,  I'm  lucky.  Six  is  my  average.  When 
I  get  up,  I  have  to  get  busy. 

"That  gets  Tony  mad.  Starts  a  health 
lecture.  He's  so  good  at  it  he  could  take 
his  solemn  warnings  out  on  tour.  Then,  he 
makes  me  mad  when  he  forgets  to  get  a 
haircut,  or  starts  out  somewhere,  dressed 
more  or  less  formally,  in  blue  jeans  and  T 
shirt.  Tony's  not  sloppy,  but  he's  not  what 
you  call  clothes  conscious,  either.  (The 
truth  is  he  started  out  to  be,  but  so  many 
people  razzed  his  selection  of  clothes  that 
he  decided  to  skip  the  whole  thing.)  Once 
or  twice  I've  caught  him  ready  to  go  to  a 
party  looking  like  a  man  who's  just  been 
wrestling  with  a  mountain  lion. 

"Don't  misinterpret  this,  now.  Objec- 
tively speaking,  I  don't  think  that's  good 
for  people  in  our  business.  Everyone's  got 
a  certain  thing  to  sell,  I  don't  care  what 
they  do.  Part  of  ours  in  the  movie  busi- 
ness is  appearance — perhaps  a  kind  of 
personality  by  which  you  become  known. 
Sometimes  even  talent,  if  you  happen  to 
have  it.  But  appearance,  certainly.  Nat- 
urally, it  works  the  other  way  sometimes. 
You  want  a  switch?  Here's  one.  Some- 
times Tony  catches  me  looking  a  trifle 
goonish.  So  it's  back  to  the  mirror  for  Mrs. 
Curtis  until  Mr.  Curtis  approves. 

"Mostly,  from  what  I  have  learned  so  far, 
I  think  it's  a  good  idea  for  one  person  to 
leave  another's  personality  and  habit  pat- 
terns alone,  and  not  to  intrude  on  his 
individuality.  But  with  Tony  I  do  reserve 
one  right — not  to  be  penalized  for  speak- 
ing my  mind  if  I  think  it  should  be  spoken. 
I  don't  say  he  has  to  act  upon  my  ideas; 
I  do  insist  on  the  right  to  express  them. 


He  feels  the  same,  and  that  mutual  atti- 
tude has  saved  us  a  lot  of  serious  trouble." 

Few  Hollywood  people  have  the  courage 
or  even  the  sense  to  express  themselves 
in  such  an  honest  evaluation  of  themselves 
and  their  marriage.  It  must  be  increasingly 
apparent  that  Janet  Leigh  not  only  knows 
her  way  around  the  English  language,  but 
doesn't  use  it  to  lie  to  herself. 

"Of  course,"  she  continues,  "there  are 
a  lot  of  little  things.  I  worry  about  Tony's 
not  eating  enough.  On  the  other  hand,  he's 
afraid  I'll  go  up  like  a  land  mine  some  day, 
after  one  too  many  desserts.  I  fix  him  four 
eggs  for  breakfast  and  stand  over  him  un- 
til he's  eaten  them.  He  groans,  complain- 
ing that  food  is  just  an  ordeal,  a  chore  to 
get  over.  Then,  Tony  likes  a  room  hot;  I 
like  it  cool.  He  goes  around  the  place 
turning  up  the  heat.  I  follow  him,  turning 
it  down.  He  won't  ride  with  me  in  a  car. 
He's  got  to  drive." 

Right  here,  Janet  is  speaking  of  the  type 
of  little  problems  which,  when  all  strung 
together,  can  begin  the  breakup  of  a  mar- 
riage. Usually,  when  Hollywood  marriages 
break  up,  the  publicity  releases  make  the 
whole  thing  sound  like  some  horrid  freak 
of  fate  played  upon  two  perfect  people, 
instead  of  the  truth.  The  truth?  Well,  it  gets 
back  to  such  things  as  a  husband  not  liking 
to  have  four  eggs  crammed  down  his  throat 
each  morning  by  an  ever-loving  spouse. 
Then  a  whole  series  of  minor  irritations 
which  are  climaxed  by  a  full-blown  physi- 
cal and  spiritual  parting  of  the  ways. 

That  this  doesn't  happen  with  them,  or 
hasn't  yet,  is  best  explained  by  Janet. 

"In  two  years  our  marriage  has  mel- 
lowed. It's  sort  of  shaken  dovm.  We're  in  a 
groove  now.  A  groove,  I  said— not  a  rut— 
and  we're  better  people  for  it,  I  think. 
Happiness  is  always  happiness,  but  it  may 
be  more  assured  happiness  because  of 
time.  I'd  wish  that  to  everybody.  Our  feel- 
ing for  each  other  has  deepened,  and  if  the 
deepening  robs  the  intensity  a  little,  then 
that's  a  healthy  form  of  theft.  You  can't 
hold  a  melting-eyed  closeup  indefinitely, 
and  you  aren't  expected  to." 

A  t  this  point,  having  gallantly  given  the 
zx  wife  the  first  words,  Tony's  attitude  is 
pertinent,  if  at  times  contradictory. 

"This  marriage  is  wonderful,  no  matter 
what  you  may  read,"  he  says.  "It  gets  bet- 
ter and  better,  Janet  and  I  aren't  exactly 
of  high  school  age  any  more.  We're  grow- 
ing up  and  learning  something  new  about 
each  other  every  day.  You  grow  up. 
You've  got  to.  Everything  in  your  life 
comes  of  age  sometime.  You  discover  that 
your  work  belongs  to  your  marriage.  Your 
marriage  belongs  to  your  work  and  your 
social  life,  and  so  on.  In  the  long  run, 
you  can't  disunite  anything  without  tear- 
ing yourselves  apart.  Take  this  acting.  I 
figure  that  with  each  picture  I  learn 
something.  I  get  a  little  better.  If  one  isn't 
so  good,  I  learn  from  it.  I  gain  in  confi- 
dence and  I  take  that  confidence  home  to 
the  marriage.  It  must  be  the  same  in  every 
business;  in  every  household. 

"But  that  doesn't  mean  that  you  can  take 
your  work  home  with,  you.  Brother,  that's 
murder.  Many  a  happy  home  has  been 
wrecked  by  that.  Look,  I  come  home,  I 
got  hobbies.  I  got  this  model  boat  I'm 
building.  I  got  a  tape  recorder  Jerry  Lewis 
bought  me,  900  bucks'  worth.  I  got  a  camera 
I'm  learning  to  work,  got  an  electric  train, 
even.  To  explain,  when  I  go  home  of  an 
evening,  I  may  go  to  work  on  my  boat.  I 
work  with  parts  that  are  a  16th  of  an  inch 
or  a  32nd  of  an  inch — all  small  and  deli- 
cate— putting  in  pieces  you  can  hardly  see. 
And  while  I'm  doing  it  I'm  thinking  about 
that  work  and  nothing  else.  I'm  just  an- 
other guy  with  a  hobby.  I'm  not  telling 
my  wife,  actor-like,  about  how  the  director 
just  doesn't  have  the  "savvy."    I'm  not 


fighting  with  her.  I'm  just  fooling  around, 
relaxing  with  a  gadget  that  cost  $1.90. 
Maybe  some  other  people  are  spending  $30 
an  hour  going  to  a  psychiatrist  to  find  out 
why  their  wives  get  on  their  nerves,  or 
vice  versa.  That's  not  for  us." 

Both  Janet  and  Tony  feel  that  the  "Gee 
Whiz  Kids"  part  of  their  marriage  is 
over.  Thinking  back  on  it,  they  may  won- 
der, sometimes,  whether  the  public  ever 
thought  they  were  a  real  couple,  or  a  pair 
of  fiction  characters  put  together  from  a 
chocolate  eclair  recipe. 

"We  were  and  are  real,  all  right,"  Tony 
continues.  "Almost  everything  written 
about  us  has  been  true,  outside  of  the  'pan' 
gossip,  and  if  we're  not  quite  so  romantic 
to  read  about  now,  we're  at  least  more 
plausible.  I  think  we  got  that  way  by  go- 
ing over  the  hurdles.  Some  of  the  people 
here  in  Hollywood,  they  got  a  cute  custom. 
Cute  like  a  hit  in  the  head.  When  we  were 
first  married,  we  discovered  these  goons. 
I  don't  want  to  make  it  too  nasty,  but  at 
parties  and  other  places  they  make  a  de- 
liberate effort  to  cut  you  apart. 

"Maybe  it's  nothing  worse  than  a  sophis- 
ticated form  of  needling  or  a  practical  joke. 
But  it's  a  fact  that  somebody  will  make  a 
pass  at  the  husband,  and  somebody  else 
will  make  a  pass  at  the  wife.  Then  they 
like  to  sit  back  and  laugh  when  the  trou- 
ble starts.  We  went  through  it,  but  we  dis- 
covered that  when  nothing  happens  they'll 
leave  you  alone.  I've  had  it — up  to  here, 
and  when  you're  in  love  it's  not  pleasant. 
Now  that  we're  an  old  couple,  I  guess 
we're  immune,  and  I  must  say  I  don't 
miss  this  sort  of  indoor  sport." 

Here,  Tony  Curtis  has  put  an  expert 
finger  on  the  trouble  with  many  Holly- 


wood marriages.  Frequently,  it's  not  a 
matter  of  what  happens  at  home  as  what 
happens  away  from  home  that  leads  a 
movie  couple  down  the  road  of  disenchant- 
ment to  divorce. 

Janet  has  an  excellent  slant  on  this  ob- 
servation. "We're  relaxing  now — I  mean 
both  in  a  social  way  and  with  each  other. 
That  must  be  the  growing  up  stage.  In  the 
first  year  everything  the  other  wanted  was 
just  'ducky.'  If  I  wanted  to  go  to  the 
movies,  so  did  Tony.  If  Tony  wanted  to 
stay  home,  Janet  was  all  for  it.  Never  a 
disagreement;  a  state  of  affairs  which,  if  it 
had  gone  on  and  on  that  way,  might  have 
brought  on  an  interesting  psychological 
condition. 

"Then,  just  the  other  night  we  were 
scheduled  to  go  to  some  party  or  other. 
All  of  a  sudden  I  turned  to  Tony  and  said, 
'You  know,  I  don't  want  to  go.'  And  do 
you  know  what  he  did?  He  laughed.  He 
threw  back  his  head  and  laughed  in  the 
most  relieved  sort  of  way.  Just  this  side  of 
mild  hysteria,  he  said,  'Janet,  that's  the 
first  time  I've  heard  you  declare  an  hon- 
est impulse  since  our  courtin'  days.'  He 
didn't  want  to  go  either.  It  turned  out  we 
were  both  going  to  go  because  we  thought 
the  other  wanted  to.  It  was  a  great  discov- 
ery to  make  about  each  other,  and  it's 
making  life  a  lot  easier." 

On  this  note,  the  bittersweet  recollec- 
tions of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Tony  Curtis  cease, 
but  further  cursory  research  discloses  that 
the  Curtis  marriage,  however  sane  and 
intelligent  it  may  now  be,  was  not  without 
flamboyance  in  its  earlier  stages.  It  took 
place,  as  much  of  the  civilized  world  still 
remembers,  on  June  4,  1951,  at  the  Pick- 
wick Arms  Hotel  in  Greenwich,  Conn.,  and 


amounted  in  effect  to  an  elopement  right 
from  under  the  eyes  of  the  stockholders 
and  studio  brass,  an  executive  group  op- 
posed to  the  whole  foolish  business. 

Tony's  best  friend  Jerry  Lewis  had 
to  relay  to  the  pair  the  displeasure  of 
their  various  employers  over  the  whole 
proposition.  Lewis  was  in  favor  -of  love 
himself,  but  had  agreed  to  state  the  execu- 
tive attitude  formally,  the  executive  atti- 
tude being  that  marital  status  would  de- 
tract from  the  boxoffice  impact  of  both 
partners.  To  their  everlasting  credit,  the 
two  embraced  the  general  state  of  mind 
of  General  McCauliffe  at  Bastogne  and 
went  ahead  with  their  plans. 

As  it  turned  out,  there  wasn't  so  much  of 
a  flap  after  all.  No  known  suicides  followed 
the  revelation  that  Mr.  Curtis  was  no 
longer  a  nominee,  and  Mrs.  Curtis'  follow- 
ing held  up  equally  well. 

Miss  Leigh,  according  to  the  soundest 
available  sources,  is  a  protegee  of  Norma 
Shearer,  who  came  across  her  at  Sun 
Valley  and  rushed  the  news  to  Hollywood. 
Mr.  Curtis,  whose  great-grandfather  was 
a  seven-foot- eight  strong  man  in  a  Buda- 
pest circus,  is  the  protege  of  every  woman 
in  America  under  the  age  of  23.  He  him- 
self will  be  28  the  day  before  his  second 
wedding  anniversary,  on  June  3. 

So  ends  another  interim  report  on  the 
Curtis  family,  as  they  step  up  from  the 
role  of  America's  sweethearts  to  the  more 
recognizable  grade  of  a  devoted  married 
couple,  a  little  older  and  a  little  wiser,  if 
still  not  quite  ready  to  .renounce  sugar, 
spice  and  similar  ingredients.  END 

(Janet's  latest  film,  is  MGM's  Confiden- 
tially Connie.  And  both  Tony  and  Janet 
are  in  Paramount's  Houdini.) 


everything  happens  to  me 


(Continued  from  page  47)  landed  shortly 
after  dawn  at  the  Mexico  City  Airport. 
The  Mexicans  are  a  very  well-mannered 
and  warm-hearted  people,  extremely  con- 
siderate of  guests  in  their  country,  so 
we  were  taken  through  the  customs  and 
immigration  like  royalty.  Then  we  were 
driven  to  a  comfortable  hotel  and  I  sat 
back,  with  my  morning  coffee  before  me, 
happy  and  firm  in  the  belief  that  this  was 
to  be  one  of  the  most  interesting  ex- 
periences in  my  life.  Well,  in  a  way  it 
was.  But  in  a  way  it  wasn't. 

The  picture  got  rolling  and  spare  time 
for  sightseeing  was  short,  but  I  did  have 
to  make  appearances  at  a  number  of 
affairs — as  a  visitor  is  expected  to  do. 
That's  when  the  trouble  started.  A  splen- 
did Mexican  gentleman  who  works  on 
a  film  paper  down  there  handled  our 
publicity  and  he  asked  me  if  I  would 
make  an  appearance  on  the  Mexican  na- 
tional radio  network  and  just  say  hello. 
Because  hello  was  just  about  all  I  could 
say  in  Spanish  I  agreed.  I  showed  up 
at  the  station  and  was  ushered  before  a 
microphone.  I  turned  around  for  a  min- 
ute to  take  a  peek  into  the  control  booth 
and  when  I  looked  back  a  large  blonde 
in  a  black. dress  was  at  my  side. 

Now  I  like  to  look  at  a  large  blonde  in 
a.  black  dress  as  well  as  the  next  man,  so 
naturally  I  grinned  like  a  small  boy  who 
had  just  found  his  lost  live  frog.  The  girl 
took  me  by  the  hand  and  led  me  to  the 
microphone  and  the  audience  applauded 
uproariously.  Some  of  it  was  for  me,  but 
a  lot  of  it  was  for  her,  and  properly  so; 
She  spoke  into  the  mike  and  because  I 
heard  her  mention  my  name  I  bowed  po- 
litely and  muttered:  "Si,  gracias,  amigo, 
buenas  dias.  .  .  ."  and  a  couple  of  other 


words  I  had  learned  for  the  occasion.  I 
was  received  like  a  noted  linguist. 

After  the  program  was  over,  photog- 
raphers came  by  and  took  a  lot  of  pic- 
tures, in  some  of  which  the  blonde  woman 
was  standing  by  my  side.  Everything  was 
just  fine — until  the  next  morning.  Someone 
showed  me  the  papers  and  it  seemed  to 
me  that  the  editors  had  cut  all  the  other 
people  in  the  pictures  out,  leaving  just 
me  and  the  blonde  in  the  shots.  I  was 
disturbed  for  a  moment,  but  then  I 
thought,  "Oh,  well  what's  the  difference. 
It's  all  for  the  good  of  the  picture.  Maybe 
my  wife  will  understand." 

I  didn't  see  this  blonde  lady  for  several 
days.  The  next  time  was  at  the  race  track. 
Diana  Lynn  and  I  were  making  some  shots 
out  there  and  we  were  standing  around 
waiting  for  the  director  to  say,  "Action!" 
when  a  little  man  ran  up  in  front  of  me 
with  a  camera  and  flashed  off  a  bulb  in  my 
face.  At  the  same  moment  I  felt  a  clutch- 
ing hand  on  my  arm  and  I  looked  around 
and  there  she  was,  looking  at  me  with 
eyes  filled  with  tenderness.  I  was  begin- 
ning to  get  sore.  I  called  over  the  publicity 
man  and  asked  what  was  going  on.  He 
took  me  and  the  blonde  aside  and  ex- 
plained things. 

TP  his  lady,  it  seems,  was  one  of  the  big 
-*-  movie  stars  of  Mexico.  She  was  a 
European,  but  she  spoke  Spanish  fluently, 
had  made  many  Mexican  pictures  and  had 
become  very  popular.  "That  is  all  very 
well,"  I  told  the  publicity  man,  "but  I 
don't  like  the  expression  she  gets  on  her 
face  whenever  there  is  a  camera  around. 
I  am  a  married  man  with  a  family.  If 
this  lady  (whose  name  I  will  not  mention 
out  of  a  sense  of  chivalry)  has  this  tre- 
mendous urge  to  have  her  picture  taken 
with  me,  let's  see  that  she  doesn't  look 
that  way  and  let's  have  a  few  people 
around  so  it  won't  look  like  I'm  raising 


old  Ned  with  some  "siren  while  I'm  away 
from  home.  How  about  that?" 

The  publicity  man  was  receptive  and 
the  blonde  appeared  not  the  least  bit 
upset,  so  with  some  admonition,  like,  "Let's 
watch  ourselves  _  around  here  in  the 
future,"  I  went  back  to  my  work. 

Life  was  uneventful  for  a  superb  24 
hours.  This  time  it  happened  at  a  tele- 
vision station.  Dolores  Del  Rio  was  mak- 
ing her  debut  as  a  TV  producer  and  when 
I  was  asked  I  was  delighted  to  make  an 
appearance  at  the  station.  I  walked  in 
and  guess  who  popped  up,  grabbed  hold 
of  my  arm  and  swung  into  a  beautiful 
flow  of  Spanish.  She  might  have  been 
telling  the  people  around  that  I  was  a 
former  axe  murderer  for  all  I  knew,*  so 
all  I  could  do  was  stand  there  and  grin 
and  mutter:  "Si,  amigo,  gracias,  buenos 
dias.  .  .  ."  Apparently,  though,  she  said 
something  nice,  because  everyone  ap- 
plauded like  mad  and  the  photographers 
ran  up  and  began  snapping  pictures.  I 
got  out  of  there  as  fast  as  I  could.  And 
you  should  have  seen  the  papers  the  next 
morning.  The  pictures  were  played  up 
big,  and  my  name  and  the  name  of  the 
lady  were  sprinkled  all  through  the  copy. 
I  went  right  out  and  bought  a  Spanish- 
American  dictionary. 

They  got  me  again  at  the  bull  fights. 
You  can  horse  around  in  a  lot  of  places  in 
Mexico,  but  not  in  the  bull  ring.  The 
seats  are  reserved  and  numbered  and  a 
group  from  the  picture  company  took  a 
block  together.  I  was  no  sooner  seated  than 
I  heard  a  lot  of  applause,  so  I  looked  down 
into  the  ring  to  see  what  was  happening. 
I  was  looking  in  the  wrong  place,  because 
out  of  the  corner  of  my  eye  I  saw  this 
blonde  skidding  along  toward  me,  followed 
by  her  cameramen.  I  looked  for  a  way- 
out,  but  there  wasn't  any — and  I  knew 
about  creating  a  ruckus,  so  I  just  smiled 
while  she  sat,  and  I  wished  the  sun  would 


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go  down,  so  I  could  get  under  the  bench. 
But  they  had  flash  bulbs— and  the  only 
consolation  I  had  was  that  some  of  the 
photographers  got  some  great  shots  of  the 
top  of  my  head. 

The  next  day  at  the  studio  I  insisted 
that  the  American  press  agent,  employed 
by  the  studio,  take  a  hand  and  see  if  he 
couldn't  stop  this  situation  from  getting 
any  more  romantic.  He  was  very  appre- 
ciative of  my  problem  and  promised  to 
think  of  something. 

One  of  the  biggest  events  of  the  year 
in  Mexico  City  is  the  annual  film  festival. 
A  lot  of  American  stars  come  to  Mexico 
and  the  players  of  each  country  put  on  a 
big  show  for  the  press  and  public.  Natu- 
rally, I  had  to  go,  no  matter  how  much  I 
craved  solitude  at  the  moment.  But  as 
soon  as  I  stepped  into  the  auditorium,  I 
grabbed  an  official  and  I  said  if  I  was 
obliged  to  do  any  talking  with  anyone  it 
was  all  going  to  have  to  be  in  English. 
He  tried  to  point  out  to  me  that  very  few 
Mexicans  would  understand  me,  but  by 
that  time  I  was  only  concerned  with  me 
understanding  what  was  going  on.  While 
I  was  talking  to  him  he  kept  backing  me 
up  and  the  next  thing  I  knew  I  was  on  the 
stage  looking  at  about  5,000  people. 

'"Phere  was  nothing  to  do,  of  course,  ex- 

cept  bow  and  walk  over  to  the  center 
of  the  stage  where,  so  help  me  Harry, 
Blondie  stood  alone  as  big  as  ever.  Except 
that  by  this  time  she  was  beginning  to 
look  like  Bela  Lugosi  to  me.  I  was  trapped, 
but  determined.  "Look  here,  madam,"  I 
scowled  at  her  quietly,  "I've  got  to  know 
what  you're  saying  this  time,  so  I  can 
answer  intelligently."  She  grabbed  me  by 
the  arm  and  squeezed  and  whispered  to 
me.  "I  am  going  to  tell  them  how  much 
you  love  Mexico,  Mexican  films  and  the 
Mexican  people,"  she  said.  "And  all  you 
have  to  say  is  'Mucho,  mucho,'  and  they'll 
understand." 

"Well,  watch  it,"  I  said.  "And  stick  to 
the  subject." 

She  waited  for  quiet  and  rattled  off  a 
long  string  of  Spanish,  then  she  looked 
coyly  at  me. 

"Mucho,  mucho,"  I  said. 

You'd  have  thought  I'd  just  given  them 
Texas  the  way  those  people  cheered. 
Things  are  getting  a  little  better  I  thought. 
Once  again  this  spellbinder  got  going  with 
the  language  then  gave  me  a  little  hug. 

"Mucho,  mucho,"  I  said,  not  quite  so 
eagerly. 

This  time  you'd  have  thought  I'd  abol- 
ished taxes.  The  folks  just  went  plain 
nuts — and  Blondie  reached  up  and  gave 
me  a  little  squeeze.  I  stopped  saying, 
"Mucho,"  right  then.  And  I'm  not  ashamed 
to  admit  that  I  discovered  I  have  a  streak 
of  cowardice.  I  slid  over  to  one  side  and 
made  a  fast  exit. 

That  night,  with  the  lights  out  and  the 
moon  shining  in  the  open  window  I  lay 
in  bed  and  swore  an  oath  that  never, 
never  as  long  as  I  lived  would  I  stand 
beside  that  woman  again,  or  stay  in  the 
same  room  with  her.  And  I  never  did. 
But  it  didn't  help  a  bit.  I  didn't  have  to 
read  Spanish  the  next  morning  to  know 
what  was  in  the  papers.  "Our  beautiful 
Mexican  actress  confesses  she  might  be 
in  love  with  Glenn  Ford!"  they  said,  or 
words  to  that  effect.  "And,"  cried  another 
headline,  "Glenn  Ford,  when  asked  by 
our  beautiful  Mexican  film  star  if  he 
could  love  her,  shouted  'Mucho,  mucho.' 
What  a  beautiful  pair  they  are.  What  a 
couple  of  romantic  lovers!" 

"What  a  crock  of  sauerkraut!"  I  was 
howling  at  the  press  agent  ten  minutes 
later.  "What  are  they  doing  to  me?  Can't 
somebodj  fell  them  I  am  a  happily  married 
man?  Hoy.'  can  this  happen?  Do  some- 
thing!" 

60 


A  man  came  in  and  said  that  my 
"Friend"  was  on  the  telephone.  "You  tell 
her,"  I  said,  "that  I  wouldn't  talk  to  her 
if  she  was  afire  and  I  knew  .where  the  only 
fire  hose  in  Mexico  was." 

"We  seem  to  have  a  serious  situation 
here,"  said  the  press  agent. 

"What  do  you  think  I've  been  trying 
to  tell  you?"  I  said.  "If  this  keeps  up  I'll 
be  living  in  a  hotel  when  I  get  home.  Do 
something  about  it." 

"It  appears,"  he  said  thoughtfully,  "that 
this  actress  has  just  about  the  hottest- 
shot  press  agent  in  the  western  hemi- 
sphere. And  she's  using  you  to  get  space." 

"Okay,"  I  said.  "Hire  her  press  agent 
away.  Have  him  arrested.  Get  her  space 
with  somebody  else.  Find  her  a  nice  local 
fellow  with  no  family.  Get  Bogart  down 
here  and  have  the  lot  of  them  rubbed  out. 
But  move  fast,  I  feel  a  hot  breath  on  my 
neck." 


Feminine  charm  is  like  garlic — 
heavenly  if  not  overdone. 

Ava  Gardner 


The  hot  breath  was  all  over  me  the 
next  edition.  Apparently  upset  because 
I  wouldn't  accept  her  phone  calls,  the 
lady  had  given  an  interview  to  the  papers 
— which  they  ran  under  the  usual  head- 
lines— stating  that  she  was  not  so  sure 
now  she  was  in  love  with  me.  Good!  I 
thought.  But  down  further  I  saw  my  name 
again  and  had  it  translated.  "Why?"  the 
newspaper  asked,  "does  not  Glenn  Ford 
speak  his  feelings  for  our  beloved  film 
star?  Is  he  not  a  man?  Is  he  going  to  al- 
low our  lady  to  pine  because  of  his 
ungallant  manners.  He  is  surely  no  gen- 
tleman if  this  is  so." 

X>y  this  time  I  was  surely  no  gentleman 
for  sure.  I  was  happy  to  tell  anybody 
who  would  listen  to  me  just  exactly  what 
my  feelings  for  the  lady  were.  But  it 
never  got  in  the  papers.  The  next  day  all 
of  the  Mexico  City  papers  were  at  me. 
They  almost  made  me  hate  myself.  "Is  this 
American  movie  star  to  be  allowed  to 
publicly  insult  by  his  silence  the  flower 
of  our  country?  Is  he  to  be  permitted  to 
break  the  heart  of  the  loveliest  lady  in 
our.  land.  No!  Stern  action  must  be  taken 
to  halt  this.  Such  a  man  is  not  fit  to  be  in 
our  city."  And  in  another  paper:  "Miss 

 ,  in  an  exclusive  interview  with  ■ 

this  reporter,  stated  that  she  could  not 
understand  what  had  happened  between 
her  and  Glenn  Ford,  but  she  was  coming 
to  the  end  of  her  patience.  She  is  not  at 
all  sure  now  that  she  would  forgive  him 
if  he  came  crawling  to  her  on  his  knees. 
What  a  shameful  situation,"  it  continued. 
"Who  is  this  man  who  was  welcomed 
here  as  a  guest  and  who  has  made  a  fool 
of  our  sweet  lady?  Who,  in  truth,  has  ever 
heard  of  him?" 

"Everybody  has  now  heard  of  me,"  I 
roared  at  the  press  agent  a  little  later. 
"Would  to  God  nobody  in  this  corner  of 
the  world  had,  though.  When  are  you  go- 
ing to  do  something." 

"It  seems,"  he  said  quietly,  "that  the. 
young  lady  has  a  lot  of  cousins  who  are 
very  influential  with  the  press." 

"That  is  the  silliest  thing  anybody  ever 
said,"  I  yelled.  "This  girl  apparently  owns 
the  press." 

The  press  agent  was  trying  to  stuff  a 
newspaper  up  the  back  of  his  coat  while 
we  talked. 

"What  are  you  doing  there?"  I  asked 

"Nothing,"  he  said.  "It's  just  an  old 
newspaper  I'm  saving." 

"That's  a  funny  place  to  save  a  news- 
paper," I  said.  "Let  me  see  it." 

"Later,"  he  said.  "You're  a  little  upset 
right  now." 


"I've  been  upset  ever  since  I  got  here,'"' 
I  bellowed.   "Let  me  have  that  paper." 

He  handed  it  over.  I  saw  a  cartoon,  • 
depicting   the   lovely   flower   of  Latin-  i 
American  films.  I  got  out  my  little  die-  } 
tionary,  but  I  really  didn't  need  it.  "Who 
needs  a  Ford,"  the  caption  read,  "I  have  a 
Cadillac." 

"That  does  it,"  I  said.  "Get  me  writers, 
lawyers,  police.  This  is  the  last  straw. 
We're  going  to  give  a  statement  to  the 
press  and  they're  going  to  print  it  if  I 
have  to  go  to  the  President  and  the 
American  Ambassador." 

Finally,  at  long  last,  I  got  a  word  in  the 
papers.  It  was  difficult  to  know  what  to 
say,  because  I  was  a  stranger  in  a  foreign; 
country,  and  I  had  made  many  friends,  j 
and  had  developed  a  good  deal  of  respect 
for  the  Mexican  people.  But  I  remembered 
that  the  lady  was  not  a  Mexican,  but  a 
European,  and  I  was  so  fed  up  with 
being  misunderstood  that  what  I  said! 
had  to  be  to  the  point.  Because  I  was  I 
innocent  of  any  complicity  in  this  "ro~! 
mance"  I  felt  I  did  not  have  to  be  polite  i 
beyond  ordinary  dignity,  so  here  is  what 
appeared  in  the  papers  the  next  day: 

"When  questioned  concerning  state- 
ments made  by  Miss   '■ — ,  Mr.  Ford] 

stated  he  had  not  read  in  full  translation! 
the  articles  in  question.  'However,'  Mr.  I 
Ford  said,  T  have  received  such  magnifi- 
cent and  wonderful  hospitality  from  my! 
co-workers  and  friends  in  Mexico,  I  feel 

that   if   Miss   's   statements  are 

helping  her  career  as  an  aspiring  actress, 
then  I  am  glad  to  be  of  assistance.  When 
she  does  achieve  the  full  success  she  is 
seeking,  she  will  probably  adopt  mora 
dignified  methods  of  achieving  publicity.' ' 

If  that  sounds  rough,  it  is  exactly  whaj 
I  intended  it  to  be.  I  wanted  an  end  tq 
the  matter,  and  no  future  speculations  ai 
to  my  relationship  with  the  lady.  And  '. 
wanted  the  pecple  of  Mexico  to  knovi 
that  I  was  aware  the  whole  thing  was  a 
publicity  stunt  at  my  expense.  That  night 
I  rested  comfortably  for  the  first  time  irj 
weeks.  Everything  was  fine,  wrapped  up 
and  over  with. 

T  ad,  it  was  only  the  beginning.  All  th 
*-*  cousins  went  to  work  on  me  at  one 
The  papers  did,  too.  Someone  told  me  th 
lady's  boy  friend  was  looking  for  me  with 
a  knife.  A  friend  in  the  governmenl 
wanted  to  deputize  me,  so  I  could  carry  i 
gun.  Now,  the  company  press  agent  de- 
cided to  get  into  the  act.  He  invited  th< 
lady  to  meet  him  at  a  restaurant  and 
talk  the  whole  thing  over.  They  met— 
and  those  who  were  present  say  it  was 
quite  an  occasion. 

It  seems  the  lady  denied  that  most  ol 
the  articles  had  appeared.  The  press 
agent  said  they  had  so.  All  of  the  paper; 
for  the  past  few  weeks  were  orderec 
from  the  news  offices  and  when  thej 
were  brought  the  only  place  they  coulc 
be  spread  out  was  on  the  bar.  While  tht 
lady  and  the  press  agent  began  heatedlj 
flipping  through  the  pages  and  makinf 
and  denying  charges,  the  bartender  begai 
setting  up  drinks  along  the  line,  and  ii 
a  couple  of  hours  neither  the  lady  nor  mj 
defender  were  feeling  any  pain. 

A  couple  of  days  later  I  got  on  a  plan( 
and  came  home.  When  I  looked  at  mj 
house,  and  saw  my  wife  and  son  standinj 
in  the  doorway  waiting  for  me,  I  wantec 
to  get  down  on  my  knees  and  kiss  my  owi 
driveway.  Ellie  had  a  twinkle  in  her  eye 
and  after  I'd  kissed  her  she  started  t< 
say  something.   I  held  up  a  hand. 

"There  will  be  no  baiting  of  Father," 
said.  "Father  has  had  it.  I  have  had  a  ba< 
dream.  I  am  now  going  up  to  bed  an( 
have  a  good  one."  And  I  did.  And  it  wa 
all  in  English. 

What's  new,  indeed! 

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(Continued  from  page  14)  moving  all  the 
time. 

"When  we  first  arrived  in  Europe,  we 
caught  the  Rome  express  to  Italy.  We  had 
a  villa  ready  for  us  outside  of  Rome  in 
Albano.  We  hired  an  English  tutor,  Mr. 
Ticknor,  for  the  boys,  and  he  was  wonder- 
ful. Greg  was  acting  with  Audrey  Hepburn 
in  ROman  Comedy,  and  of  course,  all  of  us 
picked  up  a  little  Italian. 

"When  we  moved  up  to  France,  we 
spoke  a  little  French,  and  while  learning 
new  languages  for  Greg  and  me  was  very 
good,  it  only  confused  little  Carey.  He's 
just  a  little  more  than  three,  and  after  a 
while  his  language  became  such  a  mixture 
of  different  tongues  that  the  only  ones  who 
could  ever  understand  him  were  Greg 
and  myself. 

"T?  uropk  is  a  very  wonderful  continent  and 
all  of  that,  but  a  winter  in  France  can 
be  pretty  wet,  and  when  I  thought  of  what 
we  had  waiting  for  us  back  in  California, 
the  sunshine  and  the  house  we'd  had  re- 
furnished—well,  I  just  decided  that  it 
would  be  best  for  everyone  if  I  came  back 
with  the  boys. 

"Greg  has  a  restless  nature,  and  I  felt  it 
would  be  good  for  him,  too,  if  he  didn't 
have  to  worry  about  us.  As  soon  as  we 
were  gone  he  went  on  a  publicity  trip  for 
Snows  Of  Kilimanjaro.  He  was  in  Stock- 
holm, Copenhagen,  Oslo,  and  Helsinki.  I 
have  dozens  of  relatives  in  Finland,  and 
they  gave  him  a  tremendous  welcome.  He 
called  us  up  on  the  phone  and  told  us  all 
about  it.  And  another  thing,  he  leaves 
soon  for  India.  He's  making  a  picture  for 
Arthur  Rank.  I  think  it's  called  The  Purple 
Plains. 

"It  sounds  very  romantic,  but  how  would 
it  be  dragging  three  small  boys  to  India 
for  a  couple  of  months,  enrolling  them  in 
school,  getting  everything  set  up  and  then 
just  when  you've  got  your  household  or- 
ganized, start  packing  and  return  to 
France? 

"That's  what  I  was  faced  with.  Greg 
wanted  us  to  remain  with  him.  No  matter 
what  anyone  tells  you,  he  is  a  very  strong 
family  man — after  all  when  he  was  making 
Captain  Horatio  Hornblower  a  few  years 
ago,  didn't  he  insist  upon  bringing  the 
whole  family  over  to  London,  even  Carey 
and  the  nurse?  But  really,  it  wouldn't 
have  been  fair  to  the  boys.  That's  why 
we're  back  in  California. 

"About  Greg  and  that  model  Julienne — 
that's  no  big  secret.  I've  met  the  girl.  She's 
a  very  lovely  person.  I  believe  Gladys 
and  Eduard  de  Segonzac — he's  the  Para- 
mount publicity  man  in  Paris  and  his  wife 
is  a  designer — were  the  people  who  first  in- 
troduced her  to  us. 

"So  Greg  has  taken  her  out  to  dinner 
once  or  twice,  and  she  has  shown  him 
around  Paris — that's  no  great  crime.  I 
have  never  expected  Greg  to  live  the  life 
of  a  hermit. 

"When  he's  away  he's  entitled  to  a  little 
companionship.  There  is  nothing  wrong 
in  that,  nothing  in  going  out  with  two  or 
three  couples  or  having  a  dinner  partner. 

"What  is  wrong  and  really  unpleasant 
are  those  wild  stories  which  spring  up 
from  these  things.  But  honestly  I'm  used 
to  them.  The  first  time— it  wasn't  long 
after  we  were  married — two  years  or  so. 
I  was  pregnant  with  Jonathan,  and  I  think 
Greg  had  gone  to  New  York  for  some 
exploitation  or  something,  and  the  stories 
began  to  come  back.  He  was  dining  with 
so  and  so,  or  such  a  girl.  I  was  very 
young,  I  believed  everything  I  read,  and 
really,  it  made  me  sick.  I  believed  all  that 
divorce  talk  until  I  found  out  it  was  some- 
thing the  newspapers  had  just  made  up. 


"It  is  really  a  funny  world.  Greg  can  be 
doing  David  And  Bathsheba  or  any  other 
picture  in  Hollywood,  and  he'll  be  having 
lunch  with  an  actress,  and  no  one  will 
think  anything  of  it,  but  let  him  sit  down 
at  a  cafe  in  Paris  and  take  lunch  with  a 
girl,  and  right  away,  it's  a  big  romance, 
and  we  are  getting  a  divorce. 

"I'll  tell  you  again  and  then  we  won't 
talk  about  it  any  more.  Greg  and  I  are 
not  separated.  There  will  be  no  divorce. 
We  are  on  the  best  of  terms,  and  if  you 
don't  believe  it,  you  can  talk  to  him  at  the 
Hotel  Lancaster  in  Paris." 

A  t  the  Hotel  Lancaster  on  the  Rue  Berri, 
a  hotel  which  Katherine  Hepburn  and 
Spencer  Tracy  introduced  to  the  Holly- 
wood colony  about  six  years  ago,  Greg 
Peck  blew  his  top  when  he  was  asked 
if  he  contemplated  dropping  Greta  in  favor 
of  some  younger  woman. 

"How  in  heaven's  name  do  these  things 
start?"  he  exploded.  "I'm  not  separated. 
I'm  not  getting  a  divorce,  and  I'm  very 
happily  married.  Right  now  I'm  between 


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pictures,  but  I'm  scheduled  to  leave  for 
India  around  April  1st.  Then  I'm  going  to 
do  one  called  Assignment  In  Stockholm  and 
probably  another  comedy  that  Willie  Wyler 
has  in  mind.  After  that  I'll  probably  go 
home. 

"Greta  and  I  had  a  great  time  and  I 
wanted  her  to  stay,  wanted  her  to  stay 
very  much,  but  she's  a  wonderful  mother 
— she's  always  thinking  of  the  boys — and 
she  figured  they  would  be  better  off  in 
California." 

Gregory  and  Greta  Peck  are  both  honor- 
able people,  and  under  the  circumstances 
their  protestations  are  understandable  and 
of  course,  completely  believable.  But  where 
there  is  so  much  smoke  there  is  usually  a 
little  fire,  and  in  this  particular  case  it 
has  been  said  of  tall,  dark,  gangling  Greg- 
ory that  he  is  suffering  from  a  disease  com- 
mon to  many  husbands  and  known  as  The 
Roving  Eye. 

In  Europe  the  story  persists  that  Greg's 
roving  eye  has  settled  on  a  beautiful,  21- 
year-old  half-French,  half-Russian  jour- 
nalist named  Veronica  Pasanie. 

According  to  this  story  which  has  been 
hushed  about  every  European  capital,  Greg 


was  introduced  to  Veronica  last  Summer 
in  a  cafe  outside  Rome  by  Papashou,  the  ft 
French  chanteuse  and  night  club  enter- 
tainer. 

At  the  time  Veronica,  according  to 
friends,  was  representing  a  French  eve- 
ning newspaper,  the  Paris  Presse.  These 
same  friends  say  that  it  was  love  at  first 
sight  for  the  young  girl,  that  she  became 
infatuated  with  Peck,  stayed  on  in  Rome 
to  be  near  him,  and  later  followed  him 
to  Paris  after  he  had  finished  Roman 
Comedy. 

Allegedly,  Mrs.  Peck  knew  nothing  about 
this  infatuation.  She  took  little  side  trips 
with  Greg  to  Saint  Moritz  where  they  in- 
dulged in  winter  sports.  Last  September 
she  came  to  Paris,  registered  at  the  Elysee 
Park  Hotel,  made  arrangements  to  register 
her  sons  at  the  American  School  in  Paris. 

Newspaper  reporters  in  Paris  say  that 
two  weeks  before  she  returned  to  the  U.  S., 
Greta  Peck  found  out  about  Veronica.  Sup- 
posedly she  and  Greg  had  one  of  those 
heart-to-heart  talks  which  culminated  in 
a  verbal  battle  royal. 

Greta  Peck  insists  this  is  nonsense,  but 
the  gossip  in  Europe  is  that  Greg  con- 
tinues to  see  an  awful  lot  of  Veronica  who 
was  21  on  February  10th. 

In  some  quarters  there  is  talk  that  the 
onetime  journaliste  for  the  Paris  Presse 
may  even  follow  Peck  to  Stockholm,  Mo- 
rocco, and  India. 

IT  is  possible,  of  course,  that  the  friend- 
ship between  Veronica  and  Greg  is  noth- 
ing more  than  a  platonic  relationship,  that 
Greg  is  flattered  by  the  hero-worship  of  a 
young,  intelligent,  and  avidly  admiring  fe- 
male, that  she  has  somehow  touched  his 
vanity. 

Certainly  they  are  never  seen  together 
at  night  clubs,  cafes,  and  restaurants,  but 
still  they  have  seen  a  good  deal  of  each 
other  in  quiet,  out-of-the-way  places. 

Not  that  anything  too  serious  will  de- 
velop out  of  this  affinity.  A  year  or  so  ago, 
a  notorious  blonde  who  worked  for  a  short 
while  at  several  studios  and  was  later  in- 
volved in  one  of  the  most  highly -publicized 
marriages  in  Hollywood  history,  gave  Peck 
a  bad  time  of  it. 

She  made  a  strong  play  for  the  boy  from 
La  Jolla,  but  Peck  refused  to  succumb 
to  her  not  inconsiderable  charms,  and  this 
was  an  admirable  demonstration  of  self- 
control  on  his  part,  and  good  luck,  too — 
for  a  few  months  later,  this  predatory 
temptress  hooked  a  well-known  actor  who 
divorced  her  when  he  somehow  managed 
to  come  upon  a  rather  sensational  photo- 
graph. 

In  all  probability  Peck's  friendship  with 
the  Pasanie  girl  will  dissolve,  as  harmlessly, 
for  Greg  is  one  actor  who  will  never  have 
his  children  suffer  the  agony  of  a  broken 
home. 

He  is  the  product  of  such  a  home  him- 
self— his  parents  were  divorced  before  he 
was  ten — and  he  was  passed  around  to  . 
various  relatives,  and  he  knows  that  such 
an  existence  makes  for  an  unhappy,  in-  ^ 
secure  childhood.  ^ 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  it  has  been  suggested  v 
many  times  that  a  contributory  reason  be-  i 
hind  Greg's  falling  in  love  with  Greta 
Konen,  the  girl  he  married,  was  her  secure 
family  life. 

Greta  came  to  the  U.  S.  with  her  large 
Finnish  family  when  she  was  12.  The 
family  eventually  settled  in  Jersey  City, 
and  after  Greta  left  New  York  University, 
she  got  a  job  as  hairdresser  for  Katherine 
Cornell. 

In  1939  Miss  Cornell's  husband,  Producer 
Guthrie  McClintic,  signed  Gregory  Peck, 
an  ex-Radio  City  guide,  for  a  last-act  bit 
in  The  Doctor's  Dilemma,  a  play  his  fa- 
mous wife  was  taking  out  on  the  road;  and 
it  was  during  the  course  of  this  tour  that 


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Deborah  Kerr  is  enchantment 
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My  way 
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Yes,  daily  Lux  Soap  Facials  will  give 
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Greg  first  met  the  tiny,  attractive,  wide- 
faced  Greta.  When  the  tour  was  over, 
she  took  him  to  meet  her  family  in  Jersey 
City,  and  from  that  point  on,  it  was  love 
all  the  way. 

They  were  married  in  1942,  and  the 
marriage  brought  Peck  great  luck.  Mc- 
Clintic  gave  him  a  part  on  Broadway  in 
Emlyn  Williams'  play,  The  Morning  Star, 
and  while  the  play  flopped,  Greg  got  good 
notices  and  was  seen  by  Hollywood  pro- 
ducer Casey  Robinson. 

Brought  out  to  Hollywood  by  agent  Le- 
land  Hayward,  he  was  shy,  uncertain, 
not  too  sure  of  his  acting  ability,  but  this 
was  during  World  War  II  when  Hollywood 
was  practically  manless  and  since  he  was 
draft-proof— he  had  hurt  his  spine  while 
rowing  on  the  crew  at  the  University  of 
California— Peck  was  sought  by  every 
studio  in  town. 

For  a  very  little  money  he  was  soon 
split  up  between  David  O.  Selznick,  MGM, 
and  20th  Century-Fox.  Hayward  turned 
him  over  to  an  assistant,  an  affable  Aus- 
tralian named  Roy  Myer,  and  each  Friday, 
Myer  would  pick  up  Peck's  weekly  cheek 
of  $1500. 

Fortunately  for  Greg  he  was  never  cast 
in  a  series  of  B  pictures,  the  fate  most 
apprentice  actors  must  endure.  All  of  his 
pictures  were  top  budget  jobs.  Keys  Of 
The  Kingdom  cost  $3,000,000.  The  Yearling, 
The  Macomber  Affair,  Spellbound,  Duel  In 
The  Sun,  Gentlemen's  Agreement;  all  of 
these  were  budgeted  at  $1,500,000  and  over, 
and  all  were  major  productions;  so  that 
Peck  was  never  type-cast  and  was  always 
given  a  big  buildup. 

In  all  fairness  to  him,  it  must  be  said 
that  success  never  went  to  his  head.  At 
36,  he  is  still  one  of  the  most  unassuming 
of  all  Hollywood  stars.  Before  he  left  for 
Europe,  he  liked  nothing  better  than  to 
spend  his  spare  time  at  home  with  Greta 
and  the  three  boys  or  to  take  family  trips. 
Other  than  for  the  aforementioned  blonde, 
gossip  never  touched  him. 

He  dislikes  night-clubbing  and  the  high- 
pressure  social  life,  but  likes  to  spend 
money  now  that  he  gets  upward  of  $100,000 
a  picture.  His  wife  is  on  the  thrifty  side. 

Taxes  being  what  they  are,  he  doesn't 
get  to  keep  too  much  of  what  he  earns, 
which  is  one  reason  why  he  decided  last 
spring  to  make  films  outside  of  the  U.  S. 
(Citizens  who  work  outside  of  the  U.  S. 
for  18  months  don't  have  to  pay  any  Fed- 
eral income  tax) . 

When  the  Pecks  arrived  in  Rome  last 
May,  the  first  thing  they  did  was  to  leave 
their  boys  at  the  hotel  and  take  a  moon- 
light ride  to  the  Colosseum  and  the  other 
famous  Italian  ruins.  This  is  a  pretty  ro- 
mantic way  to  spend  a  first  night  in  Italy, 
and  it  shows  that  after  ten  years  of  mar- 
riage, Gregory  and  Greta  can  still  light  the 
spark. 

Having  been  in  show  business  herself, 
Greta  Peck  realizes  that  actors,  partic- 
ularly handsome  leading  men,  are  con- 
stantly beset  by  temptation  in  the  form 
of  designing  females. 

She  knows  that  many  women  have  fig- 
uratively thrown  themselves  at  her  hus- 
band's feet,  but  she  is  a  sensible  woman 
with  calm  Scandinavian  blood  in  her  veins 
— "I  don't  get  alarmed  very  quickly" — and 
she  has  boundless  faith  in  her  husband's 
moral  character. 

When  asked  about  Greg  and  the  various 
"divorce"  and  "separation"  stories  emanat- 
ing from  Europe,  Mrs.  Peck  holds  her  head 
high  and  says  in  words  that  come  from  the 
heart,  "Greg  is  a  good  man.  He  would 
never  do  anything  to  hurt  his  family." 

Whether  that  statement  is  'fact  or  merely 
wishful  thinking  the  next  six  months  will 
tell.  END 


know  whether  you're  coming  or  going.' 

What  got  R.J.  "involved"  with  Barbara 
Stanwyck  insofar  as  the  Press  is  concerned, 
was  a  tip  that  these  two  used  to  meet 
nightly  at  a  little  restaurant  in  Beverly 
Hills  called  the  Hob  Nob. 

Actually  Stanwyck  and  Wagner  were 
seen  in  that  particular  eating  place  only 
once.  They'd  had  a  hard  day  on  the  set 
and  R.J.  had  offered  to  drive  Barbara 
home,  and  en  route,  he'd  suggested  that 
they  stop  off  for  a  drink. 

Barbara  had  agreed,  so  they  parked  the 
car,  walked  into  the  Hob  Nob,  had  a  fast 
one,  and  then  pulled  out.  Someone  tipped 
off  the  columnists,  and  that's  what  started 
the  gossip. 

Whether  Bob  and  Barbara  will  ever  get 
together  again  socially  no  one  at  this 
point  knows.  Certainly  they  will  have  a 
third  or  fourth  party  along  if  they  go  out 
in  public,  because  both  are  extremely 
sensitive  to  public  opinion.  Before  she 
left  for  Mexico  where  she's  starring  oppo- 
site Gary  Cooper  in  Blowing  Wild,  Barbara 
said,  "I  think  R.J.  is  a  vdry  nice  young 
man,  and  I'd  like  to  work  with  him  again. 
As  for  seeing  him,  well,  you  know  what 
can  happen.  One  cup  of  coffee  together 
and  the  rumors  start  all  over  again.  It's 
just  too  embarrassing." 


between  two  women 


(Continued  from  page  36)  promise  of  his 
sensational  motion  picture  career,  and  he 
said  quickly,  "You're  right,  Debbie,  let's 
keep  it  the  way  it  is." 

"You  mean  just '  hold  Saturday  nights 
for  you?"  Debbie's  voice  camouflaged 
her  disappointment. 

"Only  if  you  want  to,"  R.J.  said.  "If 
you're  too  tired,  or  you  want  to  date  some- 
one else — I  mean,  you  do  whatever  you 
want  to." 

Debbie  reverted  to  type.  "You  bet  I 
will.  And  you  do  whatever  you  want  to, 
R.J."  And  with  that,  she  slipped  out  of  the 
car  and  whisked  into  the  house. 

'T'he  following  day  columnists  announced 
that  Debbie  Reynolds  had  struck  the 
name  of  Robert  J.  Wagner,  Jr.,  the  brightest 
young  actor  on  the  20th  Century-Fox  lot, 
from  her  list  of  eligible  beaux. 

Some  of  the  rumor-spreaders  said  Debbie 
had  tired  of  waiting  for  R.J.  to  make  his 
move.  She  had  been  going  more  or  less 
steadily  with  Bob  for  two  years,  and  while 
all  the  newspapers  had  described  them 
as  engaged,  the  boy  who,  figuratively 
speaking,  had  been  born  with  a  silver 
spoon  in  his  mouth,  had  never  even  come 
up  with  a  ring  or  a  declaration  of  his  in- 
tentions. 

They  suggested  that  perhaps  Debbie  in 
her  carefully  careless  feminine  way,  had 
tried  to  force  the  play  and,  in  trying,  had 
struck  out.  R.J.  had  not  even  been  ma- 
neuvered into  a  statement  of  his  affections. 
He  wanted  freedom  to  play  the  field,  to 
date  Melinda  Markey,  Babs  Darrow,  Susan 
Zanuck,  and  he  was  willing  to  accord 
Debbie  the  same  leeway  with  the  opposite 
sex.  No  entanglements  of  the  heart  for 
this  rapidly-rising  star. 

When  Debbie  was  asked  if  she'd  quar- 
reled with  her  handsome  heart  throb  on 
these  grounds,  all  she  would  say  was, 
"Don't  be  silly.  R.J.'s  got  to  find  himself. 
I  know  about  boys  all  right." 

Other  columnists  insisted  that  Debbie 
and  R.J.  had  called  it'  quits  for  a  very 
simple  reason.  Wagner  had  become  in- 
fatuated with  Barbara  Stanwyck,  whose 
son  he  was  playing  in  Titanic. 

In  fact,  Bob  and  Barbara  were  raked 
over  the  coals  by  the  press,  R.J.  being 
depicted  as  a  sensuous  Lothario  who  dated 
the  45-year-old  Barbara  on  one  night  and 
reverted  to  the  20-year-old  Debbie  on 
another,  while  Stanwyck,  it  was  implied, 
had  begun  in  the  summer  of  her  life  to 
cultivate  the  art  of  robbing  the  cradle. 

The  truth  of  the  Stanwyck-Wagner- 
Reynolds  triangle  is  simple.  The  truth 
usually  is.  Here  are  two  women  and  one 
young  man  whose  friendships  have  been 
publicized  as  love  affairs,  so  that  under 
the  present  set  of  circumstances,  it  is 
considered  prudent  for  Bob  to  go  out  with 
Debbie,  but  not  too  prudent  to  be  seen 
in  public  alone  with  Stanwyck. 

arbara  Stanwyck  or  "Missy"  as  she's 
called  on  every  lot  in  town,  is  one  of 
the  sweetest,  kindest,  most  helpful  act- 
resses in  the  movie  colony. 

As  you  probably  know,  she  never  wanted 
to  give  up  her  second  husband,  Robert 
Taylor.  She  loved  him  very  much  and 
probably  still  does.  It  was  he  who  wanted 
the  divorce,  and  because  Barbara  is  the 
type  of  understanding  and  compassionate 
woman  she  is,  she  -consented  without 
quarrels,  fights,  or  long,  involved  legal 
hassels. 

With  Taylor  gone,  Barbara  was  lonely 
and  unhappy,  and  for  such  a  state  of  de- 
pression she  knows  only  one  anodyne: 
work,  work,  and  more  work.  She  took 
practically  every  picture  offered  to  her, 


and  during  the  course  of  these  films  met 
several  young  actors:  Jean  Pierre  Aumont, 
Ralph  Meeker,  and  of  course,.  Bob  Wagner. 

"With  every  one  of  these,"  she  good- 
naturedly  recalls,  "it  was  the  same  thing. 
As  soon  as  some  reporter  saw  us  talking 
together,  right  away  it  was  a  big  romance. 
Take  this  thing  with  R.J,  One  evening 
Clifton  Webb,  R.J.,  and  myself,  all  three 
of  us,  went  to  dinner  at  Romanoff's.  No  one 
mentioned  that  Clifton  was  along.  Oh  no! 
That  would've  spoiled  a  good  item.  The 
columnists  merely  wrote  that  Wagner  and 
Stanwyck  had  been  seen  dining  together. 
They  made  a  real  cozy  thing  out  of  it. 

"I've  been  out  here  a  long  time.  I  know 
the  ways  and  wiles  of  publicity,  and  I 
don't  care  what  they  say  about  me.  But 
it  certainly  is  unfair  to  R.J.  He's  a  fine 
boy  and  an  ambitious  actor.  It  was  great 
fun  working  with  him,  and  we  might've 
become  good  friends.  But  under  the  cir- 


I  never  knew  what  happiness  was 
until  I  married.  Then,  of  course,  it 
was  too  late. 

Irwin  Corey 


cumstances  it's  impossible.  You  become 
self-conscious  and  embarrassed  about  a 
little  thing  like  dinner  in  a  restaurant. 
You  know  it  will  be  blown  up  to  ridicu- 
lous lengths  so  you  stop  going  out. 

"Last  year  several  newspapers  in  Paris 
insisted  that  I  was  phoning  Jean  Pierre 
overseas  every  single  night.  It  wasn't  true, 
but  they  were  determined  to  have  us 
involved  in  a  romance  so  they  conjured 
one  up  via  transatlantic  telephone. 

"With  Ralph  Meeker  it  was  the  same 
story.  We  went  out  a  few  times.  Of  course, 
it  couldn't  be  friendship.  It  had  to  be  a 
big  thing.  Well,  it  wasn't." 

IJob  Wagner  feels  miserable  about  the 
"  Stanwyck  affair.  "They've  spoiled," 
he  says  of  the  newspapers,  "what  could 
have  been  one  of  the  finest  friendships  in 
my  whole  life.  There  was  never  anything 
between  us  that  wasn't  strictly  professional. 
I  hung  around  her  dressing  room  while 
we  were  making  Titanic  because  she  was 
gracious  enough  to  give  me  a  few  tips 
about  some  lines,  a  few  suggestions  how 
to  play  a  certain  scene.  What's  wrong 
with  that? 

"To  me  Barbara  Stanwyck  has  always 
been  one  of  the  really  great  actresses  in 
this  town.  She  knows  more  about  the 
business  than  I'll  ever  know.  I'm  really 
indebted  to  her  for  her  advice.  She  was 
wonderful  to  me  in  the  scenes  we  played 
together.  She  could  have  stolen  every 
single  one  of  them,  but  she  gave  me  all 
the  breaks. 

"How  anyone  could  think  there  was  a 
romance  or  anything  like  that  between  us 
— well,  it's  beyond  me.  I  admit  that  I 
liked  to  be  with  her.  What  man  wouldn't 
like  to  be  with  Barbara  Stanwyck?  I 
feel  it's  an  honor  to  have  played  in  a 
picture  with  her.  But  this., stuff  about  my 
breaking  up  with  Debbie  because  I  once 
had  dinner  with  Clifton  Webb  and  Bar- 
bara, or  because  Miss  Stanwyck  and  I 
once  had  a  drink  together,  that's  not  on  the 
level.  I've  always  thought  the  world  of 
Debbie  Reynolds,  but  we  were  never 
engaged,  and  I  don't  know  who  started  the 
story  that  we  were.  Debbie's  a  wonderful 
girl,  and  we  never  called  it  quits.  I 
still  see  her  on  the  same  basis  I've  always 
seen  her.  Debbie  has  no  intention  of  get- 
ting married  for  years.  That  goes  for  me, 
too.  How  in  the  world  can  I  think  of  mar- 
iage  with  the  Service  hanging  over  my 
head? 

"Honestly,  all  you  have  to  do  in  this 
town  is  go  out  a  couple  of  times  and  you 
can  get  yourself  so  mixed  up  you  don't 


T  ike  other  actresses  of  her  age  and  po- 
-*-J  sition,  "Missy"  finds  herself  in  a  tough 
spot.  It  is  almost  impossible  in  Hollywood 
to  find  an  eligible,  unmarried  man  in  the 
45-to-50  age  bracket.  Stanwyck,  on  occa- 
sion, therefore  goes  out  with  younger  men. 
As  soon  as  she  does,  the  reporters  make  an 
item  of  the  date  and  the  friendship  goes 
up  like  a  cloud  of  smoke. 

Debbie  Reynolds,  of  course,  has  no  such 
trouble.  At  20,  she  has  more  men  than 
she  can  handle,  but  the  one  she  dotes 
on  is  her  six-foot,  sandy-haired  "R.J." 
the  prototype  of  the  ail-American  boy. 

Although  Debbie  and  Wagner  both  in- 
sist that  absolutely  nothing  has  occurred 
to  change  the  status  of  their  friendship, 
there  are  tell-tale  signs  that  this  isn't 
particularly  true.  The  temperature  of  their 
relationship  has  reduced  itself  from  hot 
to  luke  warm.  The  freshness  of  it.  the 
primary  spontaneity  has  dwindled,  and 
they  are  now  more  obsessed  with  their 
careers  than  with  each  other.  Both  kids 
are  determined  to  get  to  the  top  and  stay 
there,  and  they're  not  going  to  let  a  little 
thing  like  affection  interfere  with  their 
long-term  plans. 

They  still  care  for  each  other  a  great 
deal,  but  they're  probably  more  in  love 
with  success  than  with  each  other.  No 
longer  are  they  an  inseparable  duo.  When 
it  comes  to  previews  and  awards  dinners, 
Debbie  goes  with  Tab  Hunter,  Hugh 
O'Brian,  John  Anderson,  Bob  Travers,  any 
of  a  dozen  boyfriends. 

It  was  Debbie,  however,  who  arranged 
with  R.J.'s  mother  for  a  surprise  party 
on  his  23rd  birthday,  and  the  two  kids 
still  talk  to  each  other  on  the  phone  three 
or  four  times  a  week.  But  the  promise 
and  potential  of  their  courtship  has  dwin- 
dled considerably  since  their  careers  have 
shifted  into  high,  and  Wagner  has  been 
mentioned  in  connection  with  Barbara 
Stanwyck. 

Debbie  first  met  Bob  Wagner  almost 
three  years  ago  through  the  auspices  of 
Camille  Williams,  a  girlfriend  who  had 
a  job  in  the  chorus  line  at  Fox.  Debbie 
was  just  breaking  in  at  Metro — she  had 
been  bounced  by  Warners  after  working 
her  way  up  from  $60  to  $100  a  week — and 
when  she  dropped  by  20th  one  afternoon, 
Camille  introduced  the  young  Mr.  Wagner. 

Wagner  took  it  from  there.  This  boy  who 
seems  so  shy  and  naive  is  in  reality  a 
very  smooth  operator  but  in  a  cultured, 
well-bred,    impeccable   way.    He   began  ^ 


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taking  Debbie  out  every  Saturday  night, 
usually  to  a  show  or  the  bowling  alley 
in  Glendale,  and  the  next  thing  anyone 
knew,  these  kids  were  posing  regularly 
for  the  fan  magazine  photographers,  doing 
all  sorts  of  layouts;  and  everyone  was  sure 
they  were  engaged  or  had  entered  some 
mutual  understanding. 

The  crass  truth  is  that  they  both  knew 
they  were  good  for  each  other,  not  only 
personally  but  publicity-wise,  and  while 
love  was  undoubtedly  involved  in  their 
relationship,  it  was  relegated  to  a  subsidi- 
ary role.  For  other  than  the  motion  picture 
business  and  their  mutual  affection,  they 
have  little  in  common.  Their  backgrounds, 
for  example,  are  completely  different. 

Wagner  is  a  rich  man's  son.  His  father 
is  a  steel  company  executive  who's 
always  earned  a  five-figure  income.  As 
a  boy  R.J.  was  sent  to  private  school  and 
educated  with  all  the  well-to-do  trim- 
mings. His  folks  own  homes  in  Bel-Air 
and  La  Jolla.  He's  mingled  with  the 
country  club  set  all  his  life.  He  knows 
what  it  is  to  buy  and  wreck  a  couple  of 
sports  cars,  and  he  first  broke  into  the 
movie  game  because  his  father  happens  to 
be  a  friend  of  Wild  Bill  Wellman,  the 
ace  director,  and  his  father  asked  Wellman 
to  get  the  boy  a  job. 

Debbie  on  the  other  hand,  comes  from 
middle  class  stock.  She  was  born  in  El 
Paso,  Texas,  on  April  1st,  1932,  and  chris^ 
tened  Mary  Frances  Reynolds.  Her  father 
was  a  carpenter  for  the  Southern  Pacific 
Railroad,  and  when  Debbie  was  eight,  the 
old  man  was  transferred  to  Los  Angeles 
where  he  rented  a  house  for  the  family 
down  near  the  tracks.  The  environment 
was  so  miserable,  however,  that  the  Rey- 
nolds entourage  took  a  place  out  at  Bur- 
bank,  home  of  the  Warner  Bros,  studio, 
and  it  was  in  this  community  that  Debbie 
was  raised. 

Unlike  Bob  Wagner  who  has  rented  a 
bachelor  apartment  next  door  to  Dan 
Dailey,  Debbie  still  lives  at  home,  chews 
gwm  violently,  is  vociferously  enthusiastic 
about  everything  she  does.  Although  she 
has  made  trips  to  New  York,  Washington, 
Korea,  Japan,  and  Mexico,  she  has  yet  to 
adopt  the  jaded  attitude  of  the  worldly 
sophisticate. 

A  few  years  ago  when  she  was  asked 
how  she  felt  about  boys,  she  said,  "They're 
fine  if  they  don't  take  you  for  granted. 
What  I  don't  like  is  one  of  those  sharpies — 
you  know,  you  give  him  a  date  and  right 
away  he  says,  'How  about  driving  up  and 
catching  a  little  breeze  at  Mulholland.' 
(Mulholland  is  a  highway  in  the  Holly- 
wood hills  frequently  used  as  a  lovers 
lane.)  When  they  say  that  to  me,  I  say, 
'That's  all,  brother.  Let  me  out  of  this 
buggy.'  I  just  don't  like  to  be  taken  for 
granted." 

In  that  last  sentence  may  well  'lie  the 
clue  to  Debbie's  new  relationship  with 
Bob  Wagner.  , 

"Debbie  insists  she  isn't  teed  off  at  R.J.," 
one  of  her  friends  explains,  "but  I  think 
she  is,  in  her  own  nice,  sweet  way,  of 
course.  For  years  she's  been  saving  Sat- 
urday nights  for  him.  Instead  of  asking 
for  more  than  Saturday  nights,  he  began 
to  ask  for  less,  and  the  papers  began 
running  all  those  items  about  him  and 
Stanwyck.  I  think  that  hurt  Debbie's 
vanity.  She.didn't  want  to  be  one  of  many, 
just  a  sometimes  girlfriend.  She  wanted 
to  be  the  girlfriend.  I  think  she  was  hop- 
ing for  R.J.  to  make  things  more  definite. 
When  he  didn't,  I  don't  think  her  heart 
was  broken,  anything  like  that.  She  merely 
saw  no  point  in  being  known  as  his  girl 
without  being  it.  Lots  of  times  that  hap- 
pens to  a  girl.  She  gets  coupled  with  one 
particular  fellow,  and  all  the  other  guys 


are  afraid  to  ask  for  a  date.  Debbie  didn't 
want  that  to  happen  to  her,  and  that's  why 
she  sort  of  decided  to  let  R.J.  go  his  way 
and  she'd  go  hers.  Not  that  they  still 
aren't  friends.  They  are,  but  from  here 
on  in,  RJ".  can't  take  Debbie  for  granted, 
either  for  Saturday-night  dates  or  other 
dates.  He's  got  to  call  just  like  any  other 
fellow." 

Debbie's  mother  says,  "I  want  you  to 
know  that  we  all  think  the  world  of  R.J. 
He  is  one  of  the  kindest,  most  well-bred 
young  gentlemen  Debbie  has  ever  known 
here,  and  she's  gone  out  with  quite  a  few. 

"Insofar  as  I  know  he  and  Debbie  are 
both  still  pals,  maybe  not  as  close  as  they 
used  to  be,  but  let's  face  it,  time  occa- 
sionally dulls  the  attraction,  I  don't  think 
they  were  ever  sweethearts — iust  good 
friends.  Debbie  has  always  said  that  she 
would  never  think  of  getting  married  until 
she  was  23  or  24,  and  while  secretly  she 
may  have  looked  upon  R.J.  as  a  potential 
husband,  she  certainly  never  said  anything 
about  it  out  loud.  None  of  us  believe  any 
of  that  ridiculous  stuff  about  R.J.  and 
Barbara  Stanwyck.  Miss  Stanwyck  is  a 
lovely  person,  whom  R.  J.  much  admires." 


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(Continued  from  page  35)  came,  and 
loved  it,  too.  So  much  so  that  the  gather- 
ings became  a  nightly  affair.  Marilyn 
is,  without  any  argument,  the  hostess 
with  lie  mostest,  but  she  was  working 
on  Gentlemen  Prefer  Blondes  at  the  time, 
and  long  social  sessions  with  Joe's  close 
friends  and  relatives,  whom  she  loves 
as  much  as  he  does,  just  didn't  mix  with 
six  o'clock  calls.  So,  like  the  generous, 
sensible  girl  she  is,  she  moved  out  of  the 
house  to  the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel,  and 
turned  the  place  over  to  Joe.  Of  course 
she  continued  to  be  the  central  attraction 
at  every  party,  but  when  she  felt  a  yawn 
coming  on,  she  trotted  down  the  street  to 
bed  without  breaking  up  the  party. 

The  arrangement  worked  perfectly.  It 
probably  would  still  be  going  on  if  Joe 
had  not  decided  to  visit  his  family  in  San 
Francisco  for  a  while.  He  saw  no  point  in 
maintaining  the  house,  so  he  gave  it  up. 
In  the  meantime  Marilyn  had  found  that 
she  liked  being  free  of  the  responsibilities 
of  house-holding,  and  instead  of  moving 
in  again,  rented  a  large  apartment  after 
finishing  Gentlemen  Prefer  Blondes. 

Those  were  the  simple  facts  that  worked 
into  the  first  big  story  of  the  end  of  the 
blonde  and  the  ball-player.  The  house  was 
empty;  Joe  was  in  San  Francisco;  Marilyn 
had  even  moved  from  the  hotel. 

Many  people  would  believe  that  all  this 
change  of  scene  was  a  waste  of  time,  and 
that  they  just  ought  to  pool  their  fives  and 
residences  and  be  done  with  it.  But  Marilyn 
and  Joe  are  strictly  not  in  the  marry-in- 
haste  set.  They  believe  in  being  slow  but 
sure  about  such  lifetime  things  as  matri- 
mony. 

Some  of  their  biggest  headaches  so  far 
have  arisen  from  the  ashes  of  Joe's 
former  marriage.  Some  time  ago  Joe's 
I  ex-wife,  Dorothy  Arnold,  took  him  into 
court  asking  him  to  increase  the  sum  al- 
lotted to  the  support  of  their  child.  The 
judge  denied  Mrs.  DiMaggio's  request  in 
no  uncertain  terms.  He  even  lauded  Joe 
as  a  fine  sportsman  and  a  good  father  in 
open  court.  But  such  an  experience  before 
a  judge's  bench,  even  with  the  most  favor- 
able outcome,  is  chilling  to  a  bridal  atmos- 
phere. 

Although  both  Marilyn  and  Joe  consid- 
ered the  denial  of  the  appeal,  and  the  high 


A  dissenting  opinion  is  offered  by  an 
actor  on  the  Fox  lot  who's  known  Wagner 
since  he  played  a  small  part  eight  pictures 
ago  in  The  Halls  Of  Montezuma. 

"My  own  personal  opinion,"  this  actor 
states,  "is  that  young  Wagner  is  in  love 
with  two  women  at  the  same  time,  Missy 
and  Debbie,  only  he  won't  admit  it,*  not 
even  to  himself.  I  think  he's  nuts  about 
Debbie  because  she's  young,  bright,  pretty, 
talented;  she's  got  lots  on  the  ball  and 
probably  the  best  sense  of  humor  of  any 
young  actress  on  the  town.  She  speaks  his 
language. 

"With  Stanwyck  it's  different.  He's  prob- 
ably infatuated  with  Missy,  but  that 
doesn't  make  it  any  less  real.  And  I  don't 
blame  him  one  bit.  Stanwyck  is  probably 
the  nicest  dame  in  this  town.  You'll  never 
hear  her  cutting  another  actress  to  ribbons. 
She's  a  mature  professional  who  has  hu- 
mility and  understanding,  and  of  course, 
great  beauty  and  achievement.  All  those 
qualities  are  very  attractive  to  an  intel- 
ligent and  ambitious  kid  like  R.J. 

"While  they  were  making  Titanic  he 
hung  around  her  dressing  room  pretty 
nearly  all  the  time.  He  listened  avidly  to 


praise  a  step  closer  to  marriage,  neither 
wanted  to  risk  such  a  step  under  the  cloud 
of  court  action. 

Another  major  problem  concerns  Joe's 
beloved  son,  Joe,  Jr.  The  boy  and  his 
father  are  extremely  close,  although  the 
youngster  is  in  complete  custody  of  his 
mother.  Such  is  the  custom  of  the  Cali- 
fornia divorce  law.  Joe  is  deeply  attached 
to  his  son,  and  has  made  every  effort  to 
be  with  him  when  the  boy  isn't  at  Black 
Fox  Military  Academy,  where  he  is  a 
boarding  student.  The  law  has  granted 
Joe  "reasonable  visitations,"  as  it  does  all 
fathers.  Unhappily  these  precious  moments 
have  often  proved  embarrassing  to  Joe 
DiMaggio  and  his  son.  And  to  Marilyn 
Monroe,  too. 

For  instance,  last  year  Joe's  former  wife 
publically  objected  to  Joe  Junior  going 
swimming  at  the  Bel-Air  hotel  with  his 
father  and  Marilyn.  As  a  result,  when  Joe 
had  his  boy  with  him  on  weekend  visits 
this  spring,  they  spent  the  entire  time 
alone,  without  Marilyn  present.  Gossip- 
mongers,  seeing  the  ex- Yankee  treating 
his  son  to  supper  at  the  beach,  and  keep- 
ing it  strictly  stag,  buzzed  around  town 
spreading  a  rash  of  rumors  that  Joe  and 
Marilyn  had  split. 

It  is  only  the  Hollywood  cynics  who 
take  such  surface  rumors  to  heart,  who 
believe  that  they  verify  the  predictions 
that  they  are  drifting  apart.  Those  close  to 
them  believe  that  such  rumors  have 
strengthened  their  determination  to  marry; 
that  they  are  closer  together  than  ever. 

Marilyn  herself  has  been  heard  to  state, 
"We  are  in  love  and  we  will  probably  be 
married  soon." 

At  this  writing  Joe  has  hot  slipped  a 
ring  on  her  finger,  but  all  Hollywood  ex- 
pects him  to  become  the  most  envied  man 
in  the  world  before  too  much  time  goes 
by.  If  he  does,  and  if  he  has  his  way, 
Marilyn  would  quit  pictures  and  five  in 
San  Francisco. 

Who  could  blame  this  home-loving  guy, 
who  has  retired  from  the  spotlight  himself, 
and  wishes  to  live  quietly  despite  being 
baseball's  greatest  living  figure.  There's  a 
difference  between  stepping  out  of  the 
center  of  the  stage  voluntarily,  and  being 
pushed  away  from  it  From  the  moment 
Joe  DiMaggio  takes  his  vows,  as  nil  Hol- 
lywood knows,  he  will  become  known  as 
Marilyn  Monroe's  husband. 

Marrying  Marilyn  Monroe,  though,  is 
only  the  beginning  of  the  battle.  There  is 
living  with  her,  being  consort  to  the  most 


everything  she  had  to  say.  He  has  great 
respect  for  her,  and  somewhere  along  the 
line  he  probably  added  love  to  respect. 
There's  nothing  particularly  unusual  about 
the  setup.  Students  fall  in  love  with  teach- 
ers every  day  in  the  week.  They  call  such 
affairs  puppy  love. 

"Stanwyck  is  too  smart  to  let  this  kid  go 
off  his  rocker,  and  R.J.  himself  is  a  very 
well-balanced  youngster,  but  I  don't  be- 
lieve we've  heard  or  seen  the  last  of  this 
relationship.  I'm  sure  that  RJ.  numbers 
Missy ,  among  his  very  good  friends  and 
that  when  she  returns  from  Mexico,  he'll 
be  around  calling. 

"As  for  Debbie  Reynolds,  she  and  RJ. 
still  continue  to  see  each  other  but  not  on 
any  semi-exclusive  basis.  Debbie  is  smart 
enough  to  realize  that  every  young  guy 
must  sow  his  own  share  of  wild  oats.  When 
and  if  R.J.  is  ever  finished  sowing,  shell 
probably  hook  him  if  she  wants  him.  That 
little  doll  is  one  of  the  smartest,  most 
sensible  chicks  this  crazy  town  has  ever 
known."  END 

(Debbie  Reynolds  can  be  seen  in  MGM's 
I  Love  Melvin.) 


exciting  movie  star  of  our  time.  This  will 
not  be  easy  at  all.  In  the  first  place  the 
demands  on  Marilyn  Monroe's  time  are 
many  and  terribly  important.  For  the  next 
five  years  or  so  she  will  be  making  one 
picture  after  another,  almost  as  rapidly  as 
they  can  be  turned  out.  She  will  have  to  be 
on  call  at  all  hours,  inconvenient  hours  like 
for  dinner  and  Sundays  for  publicity,  mak- 
ing still  photos  and  giving  interviews  to 
help  sell  the  pictures.  It  won't  be  her  hus- 
band who  will  tell  her  what  to  wear  and 
who  to  be  nice  to,  either.  The  studio  peo- 
ple will  do  that. 

Living  with  Marilyn  Monroe  will  be  like 
living  in  a  goldfish  bowl  for  sure.  There 
can  be  no  part  of  her  life  that  will  be 
completely  private,  and  free  of  the  de- 
mands made  by  the  film  salesmen.  As  a 
single  girl  she  has  had  her  apartment 
photographed  a  good  many  times,  but,  as 
a  married  woman,  and  homemaker,  the 
requests  for  "home"  stories  and  layouts 
will  increase  tremendously.  And  in  the 
"home"  stories  there  will  be  a  need  for 
Joe — and  he  won't  care  for  that.  One 
Hollywood  man,  married  to  a  big  star, 
once  groaned  upon  entering  his  house  for 
dinner  and  spotting  a  photographer  in  the 
living  room:  "I'm  so  tired  of  having  my 
picture  taken  every  night!"  It  can  be  a 
trial. 

A  nd  how  will  the  fans  take  to  Marilyn 
Monroe's  husband?  It  is  generally 
conceded  that  most  of  Marilyn's  fans  care 
for  the  physical  side  of  her,  and  will  con- 
tinue to  do  so  if  she  is  married  or  not. 
They  must,  then,  bear  a  little  resentment 
toward  the  man  she  fives  with — and  will 
just  tag  him  as  a  guy  who  is  very  lucky 
and  who  should  keep  his  place.  Joe  DiMag- 
gio will  find  this  attitude  a  bit  trying,  too. 
He  is  not  only  a  celebrity  in  his  own  right, 
but  a  rugged  he-man.  As  a  matter  of  fact, 
it  is  a  pretty  well-known  secret  around 
Hollywood  that  Joe  is  all  for  having  Mari- 
lyn quit  entirely.  He  has  little  sympathy 
with  the  movie -makers  who  need  her  in 
their  business. 

The  problems  confronting  Marilyn  Mon- 
roe's husband  will  fall  atop  Joe  DiMaggio 
shortly  after  he  returns  from  his  honey- 
moon. Joe  is  not  the  apartment-dwelling 
type.  He  is  a  big  man,  with  the  outdoors  in 
his  blood,  and  he'll  need  room  to  move 
around  in.  A  house  is  the  only  thing,  and 
if  there  is  any  acreage  (which  there  must 
be)  there  will  have  to  be  a  swimming 
pool.  Swimming  (Continued  on  page  73)  ^ 


Here,  at  Miami  Beach,  ready  for  a  dip  in  the 
inviting  pool  of  the  Sherry  Frontenac  Hotel, 
are  two  lovelies  in  left  to  right,  Catalina's 
"Border  Butterfly"  and  "Success  Story." 
Catalina  is  the  "Official  Swim  Suit  of  the 
Miss  Universe  Beauty  Pageant"  held  at  Long 
Beach,  California,  July  9th  to  19th. 


Shopping  in  the  native  marketplace  at  Chi- 
chicastenango,  Guatemala,  is  a  most  exciting 
vacation  experience.  Completely  unspoiled 
by  any  modern-day  innovations,  it  carries  on 
century-old  traditions.  Here,  bargaining  for 
hand-crafted  souvenirs  are  vacationers  wear- 
ing, left  to  right,  Catalina's  "Candy  Denim" 
gingham  shirt  with  matching  pedal  pushers 
and  "Tennis  Club"  terry  shirt  with  tennis 
trunks. 

when 
it  makes 
fashion  news  ... 
it's 


■    THE  FLYINC  FISH 

Suntan  by  Skol  9 


For  name  of  nearest  store, 
write  Catalina,  Inc.,  Dept.  570, 
Los  Angeles  13,  California 


Wherever  socialites,  playboys  and  playgirls  and 
just  plain  tired  business  men  follow  the  sun  during 
the  winter  months,  California  fashions  take  the 
limelight . . .  especially  Catalina  Swimwear 
and  Playclothes.  Here  famed  fashion  photographer 
John  Engstead,  via  a  speedy  Resort  Airlines 
photographic  tour,  covers  the  fashion  front  in 
leading  world  playgrounds  taking  a  preview 
peek  at  winter  resort  fashion  trends  now  beginning 
to  dominate  the  American  fashion  scene. 


NEW  SWIM  AND 
SUN  FASHIONS 


68 


June  AUyson  in  a  Princess  Junior  multi-stripe  cotton  dress.  About  Virginia  Mayo  puts  her  best  foot  forward  in  wedgies  by  Risque. 
$o — details  of  Princess  Junior  Summer  dresses  on  next  page.     About  $11  details,  page  71.  Princess  Junior  dress  about  $6. 


Hollywood  approves  summertime  fashions 


■  News  in  fashion  was  certainly  the  pace  of  Modern 
Screen's  May  fashion  board  meeting.  Many,  many 
Hollywood  personalities  attended  the  gala  affair.  Glam- 
orous and  beautiful  stars  Virginia  Mayo,  Leslie  Caron, 
Jan  Sterling,  Mona  Freeman,  June  Haver  and  dress  de- 
signer Elois  Jenssen  accepted  invitations  to  sit  on  the 
board  of  judges.  James  Mason,  Rod  Cameron,  Charlton 
Heston  and  Michael  O'Shea  gallantly  joined  the  ladies. 

A  buffet  luncheon  was  served  to  the  stars  before  the 
fashion  show  (see  the  favorite  dresses  and  shoes  on  this 
and  the  following  pages — the  stores  where  you  can  buy 
them  are  listed  on  page  72).  The  guests  and  members 
of  the  board  chatted  gaily  through  luncheon  of  the  old 
and  new  doings  in  Hollywood.  The  ladies  came  to 
the  party  looking  as  if  they  just  stepped  out  of  a  fashion 
show  themselves.  Shortly  after  luncheon  the  show  went 
on.  The  board  members  seated  ( Continued  on  page  71) 


MODERN  SCREEN'S  movie  star  Fashion  Board  who 
voted  Summer  Fashion  Awards,  seated  from-  left  to  right: 
Jan  Sterling,  Charlton  Heston,  June  Haver,  James  Maso 
(MS.'s  party  host),  Leslie  Caron,  Rod  Cameron,  Virginia 
Mayo,  Mona  Freeman,  Elois  Jenssen  and  Michael  O'Shea. 


Page  69 — June  Allyson. 
A  Wrinkl-shed  Dan  River  woven 
Madras  combed  cotton  frock — 
pastel  stripes  on  white — one  pastel 
color  accented  in  dickey.  Self 
belt.  7  to  IS.  Pastel 
stripes  on  white,  with  either 
pink,  blue  or  rose 
removable  dickey.  About  $9. 
By  Princess  Junior. 


Page  69 — Virginia  Mayo. 

A  sun-back,  halter-neck  frock 

of  cotton  broadcloth  or 

printed  lawn  with  full 

skirt.  7  to  15.  Broadcloth:  gold, 

pink,  blue  or  aqua.  Lawn: 

navy,  black,  red  or  green. 

Contrast  fringed  sash 

belts.  About  $6. 

By  Princess  Junior. 


■■Ml 

Models  parade  Princess  Junior  cotton  dresses  before  the  guest  stars. 


June  Allyson,  MGM  star,  wears  a  sleeveless 

dress  of  Wrinkl-shed  Dan  River  woven  combed  checked 

cotton  (washable).  Contrast  trim  is  of  Soutache  braid. 

Self  fabric  belt.  7  to  IS.  Blue,  yeUow,  chartreuse 

or  coral.  About  $9.  Also  by  Princess  Junior.  June  will 

next  be  seen  in  MGM's  Battle  Circus. 


Lovely  Joan  Caulfield,  Screen  and  Television 
favorite,  poses  in  an  all-occasion  Princess  Junior  Summer 
dress  of  washable  embossed  cotton.  Basketweave 
collar,  cuffs  and  pockets — jeweled  buttons, 
patent  belt.  7  to  IS.  Mauve,  aqua,  mint  green  or  lilac. 
About  $6.  By  Princess  Junior  of  New  York. 


70 


All  votes  go  for  colorful,  casual  shoes  to  be  worn  with  crispy  cottons. 


Hollywood  approves 
summertime  fashions 


Casual  shoes  by  Risqui  of  St.  Louis 


Sorrento,  an  ankle  strap  sandal — about  $9.  Red,  white 
and  blue  multi-glazed  kid.  Blue,  yellow  or  brown  ombre 
glazed  kid;  or  in  pastel  multi-colored  glazed  kid. 


continued 


Martini,  thong  sling-back  sandal — about  $9.  This 
style  is  available  in  white,  Panama,  Tingo  red, 
Palma  green,   Chalky  pink  or  yellow  glazed  kid. 


themselves  at  a  special  table,  set  up  just  for  them  and  the 
guests  took  seats.  James  Mason,  a  most  charming  host,  was 
voted  chairman  of  the  board. 

Destined  to  play  an  important  role  in  Summer  wardrobes 
for  all-occasion  wear  cool,  crispy  cottons  won  the  unanimous 
vote  of  the  Board.  Stepping  right  into  the  limelight,  casual 
shoes  took  first  preference  for  all  Summertime  fashions. 
Virginia  Mayo  (page  69)  wears  Risque's  famous  wedgie, 
Reckless,  voted  the  top  shoe  of  the  show.  Casual  shoes  to  go 
with  all  sports  clothes  as  well  as  gay  evening  wear  were 
chosen  by  the  board.  Seven  Test  nylons  were  favorites  of  the 
fashion  board  for  the  Modern  Screen  Summer  Award — the 
stars  received  gifts  of  Seven  Test  hosiery  beautifully  pack- 
aged in  silver  plastic  handbags.  Seven  Test  is  the  exclusive 
hosiery  sold  at  the  many  Grayson-Robinson  stores — for  the 
one  nearest  you  see  page  72. 

Modern  Screen  wishes  to  thank  the  following  stars  for 
participating  in  our  show:  Jan  Sterling,  next  in  Paramount's 
Pony  Express;  Charlton  Heston,  next  in  Paramount's  Pony 
Express;  June  Haver,  20th's  The  Girl  Next  Door;  James 
Mason,  soon  to  be  seen  in  MGM's  The  Story  Of  Three 
Loves,  in  Technicolor  and  20th 's  The  Desert  Rats;  Leslie 
Caron,  MGM's  The  Story  Of  Three  Loves,  in  Technicolor; 
Rod  Cameron,  next  in  Republic's  Ride  The  Man  Down; 
Virginia  Mayo,  currently  in  Warners'  She's  Back  On  Broad- 
way in  Warnercolor;  Mona  Freeman,  RKO's  Angel  Face; 
Elois  Jenssen,  Academy  Award  designer;  Michael  O'Shea, 
currently  appearing  in  20th's  Bloodhounds  Of  Broadway. 


Beauty,  sling-back  sandal — about  $11.  Red,  white, 
and  blue  multi-colored  glazed  kid.  Also  in  all-over 
white  calf  or  ash  colored  calf  trimmed  with  cork  calf. 


Reckless,  strap  wedgie — about  $11.  All  colors  of  vel- 
vet with  gold  kid.  Leopard  cloth  or  white  suede 
with  gold  kid.  AH  colors  of  denim,  straw  or  linen. 


Hollywood  Approved  Fashions  may  be  bought  from  the  stores  listed  on  page  72. 


71 


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modern  screens 
Hollywood 
approved  fashion! 


Purchase  in.  person  or  by  mail  from  the  following  storei 


If  there  is  no  store  listed  near  you,  write  to  the  Fashion  Dept., 
c/o  Modern  Screen,  261  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York  16,  N.  Y. 


PRINCESS  JUNIOR  (Dresses)— Pgs.  69,  70 

At  these  fine  stores: 

Alexandria,  Minn.  &  Ail  Branches —  ' 

Herberger 
Atlanta,  Ga, — Davison,  Paxon  Co. 
Aurora,  111. — Yellins 
Beaumont,  Texas — The  Fair 
Birmingham,  Ala. — Loveman's 
Blue  Earth,  Minn. — W 'olf-Habein  Merc.  Co 
Boise,  Idaho — C.  C.  Anderson 
Boston,  Mass. — Jordan,  Marsh  Co. 
Charlotte,  N.  C.—Bclks  Dept.  Store 
Chicago,  III. — Carson  Pirie  Scott 
Cleveland,  Ohio — Higbee  Co. 
Corsicana,  Texas — K.  Wolen 
Crewe,  Va. — Oakley  &  Averett 
Dallas,  Texas — Titche-Goettinger 
Davenport,  Iowa — 

Pctersen-Harned-Von  Maur  Co. 
Fenton,  Mich. — Becker's 
Ft.  Wayne,  Ind. — Wolf  Dessauer  Co. 
Georgetown,  S.  C. — Tomlinsons 
Glendive,  Mont. — Douglas  Mead  Co. 
■  Hartford,  Conn. — Brown-Thompson,-  Inc. 
Hazen,  N.  D. — Hanewald  &  Weigum 
Jackson,  Ohio — Elberfelds  D.  G.  Co. 
Johnstown,  Pa. — Gloss er  Bros.,  Inc. 
Kansas  City,  Kansas — Glen  Gordon  Store  . 
Kingston,  N.  Y. — Londons 
Knoxville ,  Tenn. — S.  H.  George  &  Son 
Kosciusko,  Ga. — Josephs 
Lansdale,  Pa. — Beinhackers 
Lima,  Ohio — Gus  Holstine 
Los  Angeles,  Calif. — Bullock's 
Miami,  Fla. — The  Richard  Store  Co. 
Milwaukee ,  Wis. — Boston  Store 
Milwaukee,  Wis. — Ed  Schuster 
Newark.  N.  J. — Bambergers 
Oakland,  Calif. — H.  C.  Capwell  Co. 
Oxford,  Mich. — B rower  &  Streit 
Oxford,  N.  C. — Leggett's  Dept.  Store 
Peoria,  III— Block  &  Kuhl  Co. 
Philadelphia,  Pa. — Blauners 
Rice  Lake,  Wis. — Herbergers 
Richmond,  Va. — Thalhimers 
Rochester,  Ind. — Adler 
St.  Petersburg,  Fla. — Maas  Bros.,  Inc. 
Salem,  Ind. — Adler 

Sioux  Falls,  S.  D. — Shriver,  Johnson  Co. 
Sisseton,  S.  D. — Stavig  Bros. 
Syracuse,  N.  Y. — Dey  Brothers 
Tulsa,  Okla. — Brown,  Dunkin  D.  G.  Co. 
Washington.  D.  C. — The  Hecht  Co. 
Wheeling,  W.  Va.—The  Hub 
Xenia,  Ohio — Krakoffs 

or  write  to  Princess  Jr.,  Corp., 
1359  Broadway,  New  York  18,  N.  Y. 


RISQUE  (Casual  Shoes)— Pgs.  69,  71 

Atlanta,  Georgia — Regensteins 

Baton  Rouge,  La. — Dalton's 

Buffalo,  New  York — Adam,  Meldrum  & 

Anderson  Co.,  Inc. 
Cedar  Rapids,  Iowa — Higbee's 
Charleston,  W.  Va.—Embee's 
Charlotte,  N.  C. — The  Fashion  Bootery 
Chicago,  III. — Lytton's 
Chicago,  III. — Madigans 
Cincinnati,  Ohio — Mabley  &  Carew 
Cleveland,  Ohio — The  Higbee  Co.,  Inc. 
Cleveland,  Ohio — Lindner-Davis  Co. 
Columbus,  Ohio — Morehouse  Fashion 
Dallas,  Texas — Dreyfuss  &■  Son 
Dayton,  Ohio — Crawford, Shoe  Company 
Des  Moines,  Iowa — Russell  Shoe  Co.,  Inc. 
Detroit,  Mich. — Kline's 
Erie,  Pa. — Irving's 
Flint,  Michigan — The  Vogue 
Fort  Worth,  Texas — R.  E.  Cox  &  Co. 
High  Point,  N.  C. — Tobias 
Houston,  Texas — Levy's 
Huntington,  W.  Va. — Foard  &  Harwood 
Indianapolis,  Ind.—Marott's 
Jackson,  Mick. — Field's 


Jacksonville,  Fla. — Furchgott's 
Kingsport,  Tenn. — Harrison's  Bootery 
Lima,  Ohio — Crawford  Shoe  Company 
Memphis,  Tenn. — Landr.es 
Minneapolis,  Minn. — Rothschild  &  Co 
Mobile,  Ala. — Harrys 
Neio  Orleans,  La. — Mayer  Israel's 
New  York,  N.  Y. — Best  &  Company 
New  York,  N.  Y. — Franklin  Simon 
Norfolk,   Va. — Rice's 
Oklahoma  City,  Okla. — 

Ecton's  Smart  Footwear 
Phoenix,  Ariz. — Korrick's  Inc. 
Pontiac,  Mich. — Arthur's 
Portland,  Oregon — 

Lipman  Wolfe  &  Co.,  Inc.. 
Richmond,  Va. — Miller  &■  Rhoads 
Rockford,  III. — Owen's,  Inc. 
St.  Louis,  Mo. — Kline's  Downtown  and 
St.  Louis,  Mo. — Stix,  Boer  &  Fuller 
■  San  Antonio,  Texas — Joske's 
Toledo,  Ohio — Lamson's 
Washington,  D.  C. — Frank  R.  Jelleff 
Washington,  D.  C. — B.  Rich's  Sons 
Waterloo,  Iowa — Walker's  Shoe  Store 
Wichita,  Kansas — 

Town  &  Country  Shoe  Salon 
Winston-Salem,  N.  C. — Belcher's  Inc. 


SEVEN  TEST  (Nylons)— Pgs.  69.  70. 

Sold  exclusively  at  the  following  store 

Akron,  Ohio — Robinsons 
Alexandria,  Va. — Robinsons 
Albany,  N.  Y. — Robinsons 
Alhambra,  Calif. — Graysons 
Atlanta,  Ga. — Robinsons 
Baltimore,  Md. — Robinsons 
Buffalo,  N.  Y. — Robinsons 
Cedar  Rapids,  Iowa — Robinsons 
Charlottesville,  Va. — Robinsons 
Chattanooga,  Tenn. — Robinsons 
Chicago,  III. — Robinsons 
Detroit,  Mich. — Robinsons 
Duluth,  Minn. — Robinsons 
El  Paso,  Texas — Robinsons 
Flint,  Mich. — Robinsons 
Freeport,  III. — Robinsons 
Fresno,  Calif. — Graysons 
Glendale,  Calif. — Graysons 
Greensboro,  N.  C. — Robinsons 
Greenville,  S.  C. — Robinsons 
Huntington  Park,  Calif. — Graysons 
Inglewood,  Calif. — Graysons 
Lincoln,  Nebr. — Robinsons 
Long  Beach,  Calif. — Graysons 
Los  Angeles,  Calif. — Graysons'  Store 
Macon,  Ga. — Robinsons 
Memphis,  Tenn. — Robinsons 
Modesto,  Calif. — Graysons 
New  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah — Grayson 
No.  Hollywood.  Calif. — Graysons 
Oakland,  Calif. — Graysons 
Ogden,  Utah — Graysons 
Omaha,  Nebr. — Robinsons 
Peoria,  III. — Robinsons 
Philadelphia,  Pa. — Robinsons 
Pittsburgh,  Pa. — Robinsons'  Stores 
Portland,  Oregon — Graysons 
Riverside,  Calif. — Graysons 
Rockford,  III. — Robinsons 
Sacramento,  Calif. — Graysons 
Sacramento,  Calif. — Robinsons 
Saginaw,  Mich.- — Robinsons 
Salinas,  Calif. — Graysons 
Salt  Lake  City,  Utah — Robinsons 
San  Bernardino,  Calif. — Graysons 
San  Diego,  Calif. — Graysons 
San  Francisco,  Calif  .—Graysons 
San  Jose,  Calif. — Graysons 
Santa  Monica,  Calif. — Graysons 
Seattle,   Wash. — Graysons 
Springfield.  III. — Robinsons 
Spokane,  Wash. — Graysons 
Tacoma,  Wash. — Graysons 
Waycross,  Ga. — Robinsons 
Wilmington,  N.  C. — Robinsons 


love  and  learn 


(Continued  from  page  67)  pools  attract 
guests  like  honey  attracts  bears.  That 
means  lots  of  people,  many  with  legitimate 
things  to  talk  about,  to  be  sure,  will  be 
around  the  shack  a  good  deal.  Privacy  goes 
out  the  window — and  Joe  DiMaggio  likes 
privacy  as  much  as  he  likes  to  breathe. 

And  there  will  be  the  expense.  A  star, 
once  asked  if  it  was  expensive  to  keep  his 
pool  filled  with  water,  said:  "It  isn't  the 
water  that's  costly,  it's  the  gin."  If  a  guest 
is  sitting  around  the  edge  of  your  pool  on 
a  hot  day,  he'll  generally  ask  for  a  tall, 
cool  one,  if  you  don't  suggest  it  first.  Many 
stars  spend  as  much  as  five  hundred  dol- 
lars a  month  for  grog  and  potato  chips  to 
keep  the  loungers  happy.  Joe  DiMaggio  is 
a  thrifty  man,  who,  although  he  has  done 
mighty  well  in  sports,  has  never  been  used 
to  the  scale  of  living  Hollywood  is  accus- 
tomed to.  He  is  going  to  resent  both  the 
guests  and  the  expense  after  he  marries 
Marilyn  Monroe  and  has  to  begin  living 
like  a  movie  star's  husband. 

Then  there  is  going  to  be  the  matter  of 
control.  If,  say,  Joe  would  like  to  take  a 
drive  down  to  Coronado  some  week-end 
and  Marilyn  wants  to  go  but  says  she 
can't  because  the  studio  told  her  to  stand 
by,  Joe  is  more  than  likely  to  blow  his 
cork  and  tell  his  wife  to  tell  the  studio  to 
drop  dead.  Who,  he  will  ask  himself,  is 
the  boss  around  here  anyway? 

Well,  the  studio  is  the  boss.  That  is  for 
sure.  Joe  won't  like  that. 

Tt  must  be  admitted  that  this  is  not  the 
case  with  all  movie  stars.  Many  top- 
flight actresses  can  live  a  pretty  normal 
life — normal  for  Hollywood,  that  is — be- 
cause they  are  only  required  to  show  up 
for  work  at  specified  hours,  do  their  bit 
and  go  on  home  until  tomorrow.  But  that 
is  not  so  with  Marilyn  Monroe.  Marilyn 
is  an  exciting  star,  one  as  hot  as  frying 
butter,,  and  in  order  for  the  studio  she 
works  for  to  take  full  advantage  of  her 
phenomenal  popularity  there  must  be  a 
constant  flow  of  publicity.  Making  movies 
is  only  part  of  Marilyn's  work — no  more 
than.  50  percent  at  this  time. 

On  a  day  off  spent  at  home,  if  Joe  DiMag- 
gio isn't  driven  crazy  by  the  cars  driving 
by  to  see  Marilyn's  home  or  by  the  fans 
standing  in  front  of  the  driveway  for  a 
look  at  their  idol,  he  will  be  by  the  tele- 
phone calls.  It  will  make  him  long  for  the 
quiet  of  a  summer  day  in  left  field 
in  the  Yankee  Stadium. 

Joe  DiMaggio  may  not  be  a  completely 
anti-social  man  but  he  is  quite  eccentric 
about  keeping  out  of  the  public  eye.  In  all 
the  time  he  has  been  courting  Marilyn  in 
Hollywood,  he  has  not  once  attended  a 
party  with  her,  nor  has  he  appeared  at  a 
night  club  or  a  famous  restaurant.  If  there 
are  more  than  three  people  in  a  gathering 
Marilyn  is  slated  to  attend,  she  goes  alone 
— and  Joe  sits  home  and  stews  until  she 
can  break  away.  It  is  an  odd  sight,  indeed, 
to  see  Marilyn  enter  a  room  full  of  celebri- 
ties with  their  famous  escorts,  all  alone. 
And  it  gives  rise  to  much  speculation  as 
to  whether  or  not  she  even  has  a  boy- 
friend. However,  proof  that  she  definitely 
has  is  evidenced  by  the  fact  that  she  always 
leaves  alone. 

Joe  DiMaggio,  it  seems,  is  determined 
not  to  make  any  new  friends  in  Hollywood. 
His  cronies  now  are  not  even  the  sports 
writers  who  were  his  shadows  for  so  many 
years,  but  his  relatives,  his  cousins  and 
pals  he  went  to  school  with  in  San  Fran- 
cisco. And  none  of  them  seem  to  give  a 
hoot  for  the  Hollywood  crowd.  Marilyn 
may  not  be  too  crazy  about  them,  but  she 
spends  most  of  her  time  in  their  company, 
in  deference  to  Joe. 


Another  rough  spot  in  the  marriage  of 
Joe  DiMaggio  and  Marilyn  Monroe  is 
going  to  be  the  personal  appearances  she 
is  going  to  have  to  make.  Marilyn's  first 
real  experience  in  the  movies  was  as  a 
traveling  saleslady.  The  picture  was  Love 
Happy  in  which  she  appeared  on  the 
screen  for  a  total  of  60  seconds.  But  the 
producers  wisely  decided  that  she  was 
just  what  the  film  needed  to  sell  to  exhib- 
itors, so  she  was  taken  on  a  cross-country 
tour  for  about  two  months,  calling  on  the 
theater  owners  and  news  folks  throughout 
the  country.  The  result  was  that  many 
theaters  billed  the  movie  as  starring  Mari- 
lyn Monroe,  huge  pictures  were  exhibited 
in  front  of  the  show  houses  showing 
Marilyn  in  a  characteristic  pose,  and  the 
marquees  blared:  "Love  Happy,  starring 
Marilyn  Monroe." 

20th  Century-Fox  is  wise  to  the  fact 
that  Marilyn  out  in  the  field  is  a  good  bet 
to  increase  the  take  on  a  movie,  so  she 
will,  married  or  not,  be  required  to  travel 
a  large  part  of  the  time  she  is  not  before 
the  cameras.  This  DiMaggio  will  not  like, 
for  he  is  the  kind  of  man  who  thinks  that 
his  wife  should  be  in  the  kitchen  prepar- 
ing something  for  a  man's  appetite.  Mari- 
lyn, on  the  other  hand,  feels  she  owes  it 
to  the  studio  to  get  out  and  do  all  she  can 
to  increase  the  grosses — and  as  long  as  she 
is  a  movie  star  she  is  likely  to  do  so.  It  is 
not  likely  that  Joe  will  be  happy  with  this 
arrangement. 

One  of  the  most  unpalatable  chores  the 
husband  of  a  movie  star  has  to  put  up 
with  is  acting  as  his  wife's  escort  at  gala 
events  such  as  premieres,  publicity  parties, 
etc.  At  these  events  he  must  dress  in  either 
a  tuxedo  or  tails  and  walk  up  a  long  fan- 
lined  path  in  the  glare  of  bright  lights. 
Now  if  the  scene  was  a  ball  park  the  spec- 
tators would  fall  out  of  the  stands  cheering 
DiMaggio.  But  in  Hollywood  it's  the  movie 
star  they  came  to  see  and  the  most  oft- 
quoted  expression  even  Joe  DiMaggio  is 
bound  to  hear  is,  "Who's  he?"  Movie  fans 
are  generally  of  one  loyalty  and  don't  give 
a  hang  about  celebrities  in  other  fines 
of  work.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  Jack  Demp- 
sey,  who  has  attended  many  of  these 
affairs,  has  seldom  ever  had  his  name 
listed  among  those  present — and  has  never, 
to  our  knowledge,  been  asked  to  speak 
into  the  broadcast  mikes  at  these  events. 

It  is  our  guess  that  Joe  will  one  night 
halt  half  way  up  the  walk  and  go  home 
alone.  That  is,  of  course,  if  they  ever  get 
him  to  go  to  one  in  the  first  place. 

Abetter  pill  for  a  movie  star's  husband 
to  swallow  is  the  "interference"  of  out- 
siders in  his  wife's  (and  his)  affairs.  In 
the  movie  business  this  is  necessary.  There 
are  highly  trained  facets  of  a  movie  star's 
life  that  only  specialists  can  handle.  Take 
for  instance  the  signing  of  contracts  and 
approval  of  pictures.  There  is  a  good  deal 
more  to  this  than  just  the  naming  of  a  fig- 
ure and  an  acceptance.  Most  movie  con- 
tracts, for  stars  anyway,  are  made  up  of 
40  or  50  typewritten  pages.  There  are  that 
many  details.  It  requires  endless  hours  of 
conferences  and  the  consultation  of  many 
experts  in  law  and  finances  before  such 
a  contract  can  be  settled.  A  husband  can 
only  sit  on  the  sidelines  and  listen  during 
these  times.  And  after  the  master  contract 
is  drawn  there  are  discussions  before  each 
picture,  to  make  sure  the  principles  of  the 
contract  are  lived  up  to.  Joe  will  have  to 
remain  on  the  sidelines  during  these 
negotiations,  because  legally  it  is  his  wife 
who  must  agree  to  the  deals,  not  he. 

However,  Joe  may  be  able  to  help  Mari- 
lyn along  this  line  indirectly.  At  present, 
Joe's  lawyer  handles  Marilyn  Monroe's 
business  affairs.  He  may  be  a  pretty  busy 
man  in  the  near  future,  aSja  matter  of  fact. 
Few  would  believe  it,  but,  Marilyn  is  dis- 


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when  you  wear  exciting, 
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Try  this  irresistible 
combination  tonight 
—  and  see. 


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contented  with  the  current  arrangement  at 
her  studio,  and  has  told  friends  that  she  is 
beginning  to  think  maybe  she'd  better  quit. 
Her  feelings  were  understandably  hurt,  be- 
cause even  though  she  is  about  the  biggest 
box-office  draw  in  Hollywood,  her  salary 
of  $750  per  week  was  less  than  that  cashed 
by  many  unknowns.  It  is  estimated,  for 
instance,  that  Monroe  received  about 
$10,000  for  work  in  Gentlemen  Prefer 
Blondes  while  the  same  studio  paid  Jane 
Russell  $200,000  for  the  same  picture. 

Assuming  Marilyn  is  properly  pacified, 
then  there  are  the  interviewers,  the 
gossip  columnists  and  the  photographers. 
They  are  vital  in  a  movie  star's  life.  Joe 
will  sit  by  and  listen  to  Marilyn  explain 
that  she  likes  to  sleep  raw  so  that,  as  she 
put  it  once,  "I  can  feel  blonde  all  over." 
And  heU  boil  maybe.  And  everytime  she 
goes  anywhere  without  him  the  phones  will 
begin  ringing  the  next  morning  asking  if 
there  has  been  a  quarrel.  Marilyn  is  now 
conditioned  to  gossip  columnists  and  can 
handle  these  things.  But  can  Joe?  He  has 
a  simmering  Italian  temper,  and  it  might 
be  difficult  for  him. 

And  the  photographers.  This  breed  has 
never  been  particularly  interested  in  hus- 
bands. They  might  ask  Joe  if  he'd  mind 
stepping  aside  so  they  can  get  a  shot  of 
Marilyn  with  some  male  actor  she  has 
been  working  with.  Or  they'll  ask  him  to 
straighten  his  tie  and  stand  beside  "Miss 
Monroe."  Man,  the  third  or  fourth  time 
that  happens  will  be  a  time  to  remember. 
No  matter  how  happy  her  friends  will 


be  to  see  Marilyn  Monroe  marry  the  man 
she  is  quite  obviously  in  love  with,  the 
fans  and  the  studio  will  not  accept  the 
union  with  great  joy.  The  fans  actually 
prefer  Marilyn  single  and,  in  dreams  at 
least,  available  if  a  miracle  should  hap- 
pen. The  studio  knows  this  and  realizes 
that  marriage  might  cut  down  on  her  box- 
office  potential.  There  will  be,  then,  some 
resentment — and  it  will  more  than  likely 
be  seen. 

The  fans  will  not  accept  Joe  whole- 
heartedly and,  because  he  is  a  sensitive 
man,  he  will  not  like  that.  The  studio  will 
be  wary  of  his  "influence"  on  his  wife, 
and  if  she  becomes  obstreperous,  may 
make  Joe  the  heavy,  even  if  he  is  innocent. 
This  could  lead  to  bad  feelings. 

The  main  problem  in  the  marriage  of 
Marilyn  Monroe  and  Joe  DiMaggio,  how- 
ever, will  be  the  separations.  And  there 
will  have  to  be  separations.  Marilyn's  work 
will  naturally  be  in  Hollywood,  and  Joe]s, 
for  many  months  a  year,  will  be  in 
New  York.  Although  he  is  retired  from 
playing  baseball,  Joe  has  quite  a  career 
ahead  of  him  as  a  sports  announcer.  Those 
who  have  seen  him  on  TV,  broadcasting 
after  the  ball  games — and  this  writer  is 
one  of  them — will  tell  you  that  Joe  is  a 
natural  in  this  line.  He  is  without  a  doubt 
the  best  of  the  players  turned  commen- 
tator. He  receives  $1,250  per  week  for  his 
services,  so  Joe  will  have  to  spend  the 
ball  season  away  from  his  wife,  unless, 
which  seems  unlikely,  she  can  arrange 
her  schedule  to  be  with  him. 

Every  time  they  live  apart  they  will  be 


the  victims  of  the  wagging  tongues  that 
will  link  one  or  the  other  of  them  with 
some  one  else.  They  could,  we  suppose, 
make  sure  they  never  stand  too  close  to 
anyone  of  the  opposite  sex  in  public,  but 
that  will  be  very,  very  hard.  And,  apart 
from  each  other,  they  will  either  have  to 
live  in  shells  or  suffer  the  discomforts 
heaped  on  them  by  the  speculators  who 
make  a  living  keeping  ahead  of  the  news 
of  Hollywood.  Even  without  this  hazard 
there  is  a  strain  when  a  married  couple 
lives  apart. 

Ashcrt  time  ago  Marilyn  Monroe  was 
eating  a  lonely  dinner  at  the  Beverly 
Hills  Hotel,  in  the  main  dining  room  As 
she  sat  eating  Joe  DiMaggio  walked  into 
the  lobby  of  the  hotel  and  went  to  the 
elevator — and  apparently  upstairs  to  wait 
for  his  girl.  A  waiter  saw  him  pass  and 
commented  to  a  fellow  employee  on  the 
fact  that  Joe  didn't  come  into  the  dining 
room  to  join  her. 

"I  guess,"  he  said,  "they  don't  like  to  be 
seen  together  in  public.  That's  a  funny  ar- 
rangement. I  understood  they  were  going 
to  get  married." 

"It  ain't  so  funny,"  said  his  friend.  "If 
those  two  get  married  it  will  be  like  Frank 
Merriwell  marrying  Nellie  Bly.  It  just  don't 
seem  right." 

And  it  "don't,"  as  the  man  said.  But 
maybe  love  is  stronger  than  precedent. 
Maybe,  in  all  the  hours  Marilyn  and  Joe 
have  spent  together  they  have  figured  out 
a  formula.  We,  for  one,  hope  they  have — 
and  that  it  works.  END 


74 


someone  has  to  stay  home 


(Continued  from  page  38)  have  been  pre- 
sented at  all  were  it  not  for  Modern 
Screen's  working  premise  that  O'Shea  was 
now  in  ascendancy  again.  Regrettably,  it  is 
necessary  now  to  scratch  one  working 
premise. 

By  and  by,  while  O'Shea  peered  moodily 
over  a  fruit  salad  deal  that  looked  like 
a  funeral  wreath  and  Miss  Mayo  clutched 
a  light  coat  across  her  working  clothes — 
a  black  lace  slip,  for  the "  picture  The 
Marines  Had  A  Word  For  It,  the  inter- 
viewer went  about  his  task  in  real  subtle 
fashion. 

"You're  re-making  A  Star  Is  Bom  out 
here,  aren't  you?"  he  said.  "Judy  Gar- 
land?" 

"What?"  said  Miss  Mayo. 

"A  Star  Is  Born!  You  know,  that  picture 
they  made  back  in — "  A  Star  Is  Born  won 
the  Academy  Award  in  1936.  It  concerned 
a  male  star  who  married  an  unknown,  lived 
to  see  his  stardom  melt  and  sputter  out  as 
hers  became  a  spectacular  reality,  and 
resolved  his  problem  in  the  end  by  walk- 
ing out  into  the  Pacific  Ocean,  into  the 
sunset,  with  no  notion  he  could  reach 
Hawaii  or  even  Catalina. 

O'Shea  heard  the  question.  "Oh,  sure," 
he  said.  "That  wouldn't  be  for  me  though. 
I  can't  swim.  Brother,  the  guy  in  that  pic- 
ture was  really  a  ham.  Not  Freddie  March 
but  the  part  he  played." 

"Norman  Main." 

"What?"  said  O'Shea. 

"Let's  get  out  of  here,"  said  Miss  Mayo. 
"Let's  talk  in  my  dressing  room.  Good- 


Miss  Mayo's  Pontiac  convertible  was 
parked  right  outside  where  anyone 
could  admire  it,  or  trip  over  it,  or  let  the 
air  out  of  the  tires.  O'Shea  said  he'd  get 
his  car  and  meet  us  over  there.  His  was  a 
Jaguar  sedan,  very  lush.  The  dressing  room 
was  one  of  those  set  jobs,  a  mobile  with 


enough  room  for  four  people  and  an  ash- 
tray. En  route,  the  approach  was  spelled 
out  to  Miss  Mayo.  "We  thought  now  that 
Mike's  up  there  again,  you  wouldn't  mind 
talking  about  it." 

"Well— he's  not,"  said  Miss  Mayo.  "But— 
oh,  I  don't  know." 

"I  know,"  said  O'Shea  in  the  dressing 
room,  "I  know  what  you  want."  He  turned 
to  his  wife.  "They  want  a  story,  let's  give 
'em  a  story.  It's  all  right." 

"If  you'd  rather—"  began  the  inter- 
viewer. 

"No,  no,  it's  all  right.  You  think  I  worry 
about  What  They  Say.  If  I  worried  about 
What  They  Say,  I'd  be  six  feet  under  right 
now.  That  goes  for  anyone  who  stays 
around  Hollywood  long  enough.  After  a 
while,  you  get  so  you  tune  yourself  out  like 
a  hearing  aid  or  you  give  up.  It's  one  or 
the  other.  Anyway,  what  can  they  say? 
This  one  here — "  (Miss  Mayo)  "—and  I 
don't  worry,  so  why  should  anyone  else? 
It's  not  that  I  can't  get  work.  I  can  get 
work.  I  could  go  to  New  York.  I  could've 
had  Guys  And  Dolls.  Or  others,  the  titles 
don't  matter.  I  just  finished  reading  a 
play  that  was  offered  to  me.  I  don't  like  it. 
I  won't  do  it.  It's  another  of  those  kid-the- 
government  things.  I  happen  to  think  now's 
a  good  time  not  to  kid  the  government.  But 
I  can  get  work.  Only  look  at  it  this  way: 
somebody's  got  to  stay  home.  I've  thought 
about  an  article  like  this  and  that's  what 
I'd  call  it.  'Somebody's  Got  To  Stay 
Home.'" 

"Europe,"  said  Miss  Mayo. 

"That's  right,  Europe,"  said  O'Shea.  "Vir- 
ginia had  to  go  to  Europe  to  make  a  pic- 
ture. If  I'd  been  working  in  New  York, 
do  you  think  I  could  have  gone  with  her? 
And  do  you  think  I  want  my  wife — ?" 

"A  girl  can't  just  go  to  Europe  by  her- 
self," said  Miss  Mayo.  "Mike  gives  up  so 
many  things  to  be  with  me." 

"Say  I'd  taken  Guys  And  Dolls,"  said 
O'Shea.  "A  year,  two  years,  three — away 
from  my  wife  except  for  when  she  could 
get  East,  and  that  wouldn't  have  been 
often  because  this  one,  she  works  like  a 


gopher.  Is  a  marriage  supposed  to  stand  up 
under  that  stuff?  I  wouldn't  like  to  bet  you. 

"Now  I'm  a  useful  human  being,  I'm 
part  of  the  team.  Virginia  goes  to  the  studio, 
I  do  what  has  to  be  done  around  the  house 
and  grounds.  I'm  the  cheapest  handy  man 
in  the  San  Fernando  Valley,  no  salary. 
Don't  think  I  can't  do  it  either,  There's  a 
wiring  job  got  to  be  done  right  now,  a  big 
one.  You  think  we're  hiring  a  crew  for  it? 
Nope,  I'm  doing  it.  Like  today,  I  come 
in  here  for  this  talk  and  I  get  out  of  the 
denims  and  put  on  this — this  flashy  set  of 
threads—"  (O'Shea  was  wearing  a  grave, 
single-breasted  oxford  gray  suit)  " — and 
as  soon  as  we're  through,  111  drive  back 
and  be  in  the  denims  and  working  again. 
I  mend  fences,  fix  leaks,  repair  roofs,  you 
name  it  and  I  can  do  it.  All  for  the  price 
of  none.  And  do  what  I  can  for  a  happy 
marriage.  Is  that  bad?  Am  I  that  Freddie 
March  character,  has  to  drown  himself  to 
prove  whatever  he  was  trying  to  prove? 
Am  I  such  a  gutless  chunk  of  ego  I  can't 
face  a  world  because  my  wife  happens  to 
be  doing  better  than  I  am?  Am  I  supposed 
to  be  ashamed?  I'm  not.  I'm  proud.  I'm 
proud  of  this  one  here  and  of  our  marriage 
and  that  I  can  hammer  a  nail  straight  and 
don't  mind  doing  it." 

"And  I'm  proud  of  him,"  said  Mrs. 
O'Shea,  very  much  as  though  she  meant  it. 

"But  don't  make  me  sound  as  if  I  were 
through,"  added  O'Shea,  "professionally 
speaking.  I'm  not  through.  You  know 
something?  I  still  make  more  than  Virginia 
makes — when  I  work,  I  mean."  The  figure 
$2500  a  week  came  up  somewhere  in  the 
conversation.  "A  producer  will  call  me 
about  a  part.  He'll  say,  "Look,  Mike,  I 
know  it's  just  a  bit  but  the  bit  needs  you. 
Will  you  do  it  as  a  favor  to  me?'  So  the 
bit  needs  me,  so  I  need  the  bit.  So  I  do  it. 

"Listen.  I've  been  in  show  business  for — 
well,  for  plenty.  Why  should  I  kid  anyone, 
you  or  the  readers  or  anyone.  You're  up, 
you're  down.  Maybe  six  or  eight  years 
from  now,  Virginia'll  be  through  and  then 
I'll  step  in  again.  The  poor  man's  Bogart. 
I  had  my  chance.  I  want  Virginia  to  have 


hers  while  she  can  get  it,"  says  Mr.  O'Shea. 

"He  does,"  said  Miss  Mayo.  "A  woman's 
career  isn't  as  long,  you  know.  Mike  wants 
all  this  for  me.  He  never  interferes,  just 
helps." 

"  A  nyway,  who's  kidding  who?"  said 
O'Shea.  "I  got  in  this  business  on  a 
raincheck.  Now  the  field's  dry  again  and 
I'm  out.  So  what?  Those  were  the  war 
years.  I  was  almost  over-age  when  the 
draft  began  and  I  never  did  get  in.  So 
they  were  desperate  for  actors.  Faces  like 
mine  even.  You  could  walk,  you  could 
talk,  you  could  breathe?  You  were  hired. 
Lock  the  doors  and  don't  let  him  out!  We 
were  luckier  then  than  we  had  any  right 
to  be.  Now  the  first-string  lineuD's  back 
and  we're  where  we  started  out.  Ordinary 
system  of  compensation.  Who's  going  to 
cry  about  it? 

"Now  this  one  works  and  works  and 
brings  home  the  larger  share  of  the  bacon. 
Maybe  some  people  wonder  how  I  feel 
about  that.  I  feel  this  way:  it  doesn't  mat- 
ter as  long  as  there's  bacon.  I  learned  that 
the  hard  way.  The  gossips  don't  matter,  the 
columns,  the  whispers,  the  critics,  the 
notices.  What  matters  is  that  the  sprinklers 
work  and  the  dogs  get  fed  and  the  house 
has  a  roof  and  maybe  there's  some  left 
over.  That's  what  matters.  A  lot  of  that 
bacon's  mine,  you  know.  I  make  two  pic- 
tures a  year  for  Fox.  I  didn't  marry  this 
one  here  for  her  money.  She  was  making — 
what  was  it,  honey,  a  fast  80  bucks  a  week? 
A  fast  80.  I  was  doing  pretty  well  then.  If 
you  can't  have  it  both  ways,  you  settle  for 
one." 

Somewhere  in  the  dim  recesses  of  the 
interviewer's  mind  was  the  recollection 
that  this  was  to  be  a  sounding  out  of  Miss 
Mayo.  It  didn't  seem  to  matter  now.  She 
sat  and  was  decorative  and  sympathetic 
and  amused  by  her  husband's  able  rhetoric, 
and  in  effect  turning  stage  center  over  to 
him  without  a  struggle.  This  was  partly 
because  Miss  Mayo  is  in  truth  the  shy, 
withdrawn  member  of  the  family,  O'Shea 
the  fizzing  extrovert  with  a  remarkable 
stock  of  Irish  gaiety  and  courage.  But  it 
was  also,  according  to  later  information, 
because  it  was  the  way  Miss  Mayo  wanted 
it  and  always  wants  it.  Vis-a-vis  her  hus- 
band, Miss  Mayo  regards  herself  as  strictly 
second  billing. 

It  is  not  surprising.  O'Shea  is  as  arrest- 
ing a  personality  away  from  the  screen  as 
Miss  Mayo  is  on  it — mercurial,  gesturing, 
restless,  full  of  the  articulate  patois  of  show 
business.  Miss  Mayo  evidently  has  sub- 
ordinated her  social  facade  to  his,  and 
with  the  utmost  willingness.  It  would  not 
be  fair  to  say  that  she  is  his  straight  wom- 
an, but  it  is  her  tendency  to  cue  him  and 
then  sit  back. 

"But  he  draws  her  out  amazingly  too," 
a  close  friend  of  both  has  said.  "Virginia  is 
shy,  there's  no  getting  around  it.  But 
when  she's  with  Mike,  a  kind  of  glow 
comes  over  her.  You  can  almost  see  it. 
She  talks  more  easily  and  sometimes  be- 
comes almost  as  animated  as  he — and 
Mike's  one  of  our  more  animated  citizens." 

f~\  'shea  is  wearing  his  hair  en  brosse  these 
^  days,  or  what  Hollywood  calls  a  Butch. 
Under  it,  his  face  is  almost  ageless,  al- 
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:he  conversation  got  around  to  a  topic  that 
must  have  been  painful  to  both  of  them, 
md  emphatically  so  to  O'Shea.  Not  long 
ago  the  first  Mrs.  O'Shea  instituted  re- 
newed alimony  proceedings  with  the  argu- 
ment that  O'Shea  could  pay  her  more  than 
le  did  because  of  the  O'Sheas'  joint  income; 
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O'Shea's  voice  lost  none  of  its  crispness 
but  he  looked  at  the  floor  for  the  first  time. 
'My  business  manager,"  he  said,  "knows 
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THERE  IS  A  PROBLEM  which  is  supposed  to  face  a 
girl  in  show  business  that  I  firmly  believe  isn't  a 
problem;  the  choice  between  career  and  marriage, 
and  the  misconception  that  if  she  makes  marriage 
the  main  interest  in  her  life  her  career  will  suffer. 
I  wasn't  sure  I  was  right  about  this  until  I  worked 
in  Pinkie.  A  talk  I  had  with  the  director  of  the 
picture,  Elia  Kazan,  convinced  me. 

Almost  every  eligible  girl  in  the  studio  wanted 
this  part  and,  of  course,  I  was  both  proud  and 
happy  when  I  got  it.  But  after  the  picture  had 
started  I  became  conscious  of  a  guilty  feeling  that 
plagued  me  for  several  days.  I  couldn't  analyze  it 
but  one  afternoon  while  I  was  talking  to  Elia 
Kazan,  our  director,  it  all  came  tumbling  out. 

"I'm  bothered  by  something,"  I  told  him.  "I 
wonder  if  my  marriage,  the  fact  that  I  am  a  wife 
and  mother,  has  made  me  less  keen  about  my 
work.  Now  that  I  have  the  role  of  Pinkie  I  realize 
it  would  not  have  been  a  disaster  if  I  hadn't  got 
it.  Can  I  be  as  good  an  actress  as  some  of  the  other 
girls  to  whom  it  meant  everything  and  who  would 
have  pitched  into  the  part  with  every  ounce  of 
energy  they  had?" 

HE  RAISED  BOTH  HANDS  IN  THE  AIR  in  supplication. 
"Deliver  me  from  the  intense,  100%-dedicated-to- 
her-work  actress!"  he  cried.  "For  me,  the  more  a 
girl  is  a  woman,  the  more  she  is  an  actress.  It  is 
natural  for  a  woman  to  have  a  husband,  to  care 
for  him  and  her  children.  It  is  not  natural,  it  is 
odd  and  oddly  cold,  for  a  woman  to  turn  away 
from  this  for  her  work.  I  want  the  natural  woman 
.  .  .  that's  what  the  actress  is  attempting  to  be,  a 
natural  person." 

"Do  you  really  mean  it?"  I  asked,  feeling  this 
was  too  good  to  be  true. 

"With  all  my  heart  and  all  the  experience  I  have 
had  in  back  of  my  heart,"  he  replied.  "Unnaturally 
intense  ambition  can  defeat  one's  talent;  it  is  a 
form  of  over-eagerness  and  you  know  what  that 
can  do  to  acting.  I  have  worked  with  too  many 
not  to  know." 

Well !  I  think  I'll  go  home  now  ...  go  home  to 
my  husband  and  my  children  and  all  the  things 
that  take  up  my  life  there  .  .  .  and  enjoy  them  with 
a  clear  conscience. 

SOMETIMES    I    WALK    OUT    ON    MY    FAMILY,  and 

everything  else,  for  short  periods.  I  think  every 
person  should  have  a  retreat  of  their  own  where 
they  can  occasionally  remold  themselves  back  into 
their  original  individualities.  My  husband  has  built 
one  for  me,  a  small  studio  up  the  hill  from  our 
house  ...  a  real  climb.  I  go  there  when  I  want  to 


regain  my  own  identity,  not  as  a  mother  or 
'wife  or  actress,  but  as  the  individual  I  am  in 
my  own  right.  Sometimes  I  paint.  Sometimes 
I  read.  Sometimes  I  idle  around  and  just 
think.  I  don't  do  anything  that  has  to  be 
done,  I  just  do  things  that  I  get  a  joy  out  of 
doing  and  that  I  don't  have  to  explain  to 
anyone  but  the  person  inside  of  me.  And  these 
intimate  moments  with  myself,  I  find,  repay 
'me  with  a  feeling  I  can't  get  any  other  way, 
restoring  my  distinctiveness,  such  as  it  is;. 
those  parts  of  it  which  have  been  worn  off 
or  changed  in  my  daily  contacts  with  others. 

i 

IN  MY  UNCHARITABLE,  BOBBY-SOX  DAYS  I  used 

ho  figure  that  when  I  eventually  got  to  the 
decrepit  side  (or  later  half)  of  my  20's  I'd 
probably  want  only  to  be  a  homebody — espe- 
cially if  I  was  married,  most  especially  if  I 

'also  had  children.  Well,  something  has  gone 
wrong.  I'm  past  25,  I'm  married  and  the 
mother  of  four,  and,  for  the  first  time  in  my 

'life,  you  really  see  me  everywhere  these  days. 
I  go  out  on  the  slightest  pretext — and  I  love 
it.  I  was  never  like  this  before;  neither  was 
my  husband.  And  neither  of  us  think  that  the 
social  bug  has  hit  us  at  an  odd  period  in  our 

ilives — we  think  his  timing  perfect. 

i  I  was  16  when  I  first  got  into  pictures  and 
went  out  seldom.  My  work,  my  studies,  kept 
me  busy,  and,  of  course,  I  was  under  parental 
restriction  as  far  as  late  hours  were  concerned. 
I  didn't  mind,  as  I  remember.  Luckily  I  wasn't 
in  love,  and  even  more  luckily,  I  wasn't  wor- 
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under  the  feminine  compulsion  to  get  out  and 
be  seen.  When  I  met  the  man  I  married  our 
courtship  was  confined  to  about  an  average  of 
i  date  a  week  because  a  lot  of  studio  work 

.had  developed  for  me.  And  after  marriage, 
well,  there  were  the  babies  and  the  pictures  I 
did  in  between  their  births  which  kept  me 
ousy.  So  again  not  much  chance  to  gad  around. 

i    Today  Paul  and  I,  so  to  speak,  are  making 

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MY  OLDEST  BOY,  PAUL  JR.,  is  six  now  and  can 

read  very  well  for  his  age.  I  am  proud  of  this 
accomplishment,  of  course,  but  I  wonder  if 
other  mothers  have  experienced  the  oddly  per- 
sonal sort  of  reaction  that  has  come  to  me  as 
a  result  ...  the  feeling  that  this  boy,  who 
before  learned  what  he  knows  mainly  from 
me,  is  now  listening  to  other  voices.  When  I 
watch  him  read  I  can  almost  hear  the  buzzing 
of  these  voices  that  come  to  him  from  the 
pages  he  is  looking  at,  and  I  wonder  what  they 
are  saying. 

Paul  has  been  reading  for  nearly  two  years 
now.  His  brother,  Michael,  who  is  nearly  five, 
can  make  out  some  words  now.  Timothy,  who 
is  two  and  a  half,  is  quite  certain  that  he  is 
going  to  be  able  to  read  any  moment  now. 
Jeanine,  just  a  year,  is  not  interested  in  this 
sort  of  sedentary  occupation  at  all.  She  won't 
sit  still  a  minute,  as  a  matter  of  fact. 

IT  SEEMS  TO  ME  that  children  take  such  a  nat- 
ural joy  in  learning  that  the  job  of  educators 
ought  to  be  basically  just  making  sure  that 
they  don't  make  it  unattractive.  I  know  I 
sound  as  if  I  am  putting  in  a  plug  for  the 
progressive  school  system  for  younger  chil- 
dren but  this  is  not  my  intention.  My  boys 
show  such  a  hunger  for  facts  that  I  am  sure  it 
would  be  wrong  not  to  take  advantage  of  this 
by  supplying  them  with  those  which  make  up 
the  three  R's. 

My  young  minds,  anyway,  have  a  great 
deal  more  respect  for  the  definite  than 
the  random.  Being  just  the  youngest  kind  of 
mother  yet  I  am  hardly  an  authority  on 
juvenile  education.  But,  to  date  my  feeling  is 
that  the  old  style  methods  are  not  so  bad— 
they  seem  to  have  turned  out  a  lot  of  bril- 
liant people  in  our  time. 

A  FRIEND  FROM  THE  EAST  COAST  recently  visited 
me  and  before  she  arrived  I  found  myself  pic- 
turing the  color  of  her  outfit;  I  knew  it  would 
be  a  solid  in  the  heavier  shades,  a  blue,  black, 
brown  or  perhaps  grey.  It  was  a  brown.  And 
then  I  realized  I  had  been  aware  for  some 
time  of  the  dress  differences  between  the 
east  and  west.  There  is  more  color  to  clothes  in 
the  west,  gayer  colors.  And  much  more  free- 
dom. 

If,  as  the  psychologists  claim,  the  colors 
you  prefer  have  something  to  do  with  your 
temperament  and  personality — do  all  the 
people  in  the  west  just  happen  to  be  different 
than   those  in   the   east,   or  has  geography 


continued  from  page  77 


changed  them?  It's  not  too  important,  per- 
haps. But  what  would  I  be  wearing  if  I  was 
a  Chicago  girl,  or  a  Philadelphia  or  Boston  or 
New  York  girl? 

WOMEN  HAVE  TO  BOW  TO  FLOWERS    in  the 

matter  of  perfume.  Flowers  know  always 
just  how  much  to  put  on,  so  to  speak;  women 
don't.  At  least  I  have  never  been  able  to  solve 
the  problem.  We  all  would  love  to  be  "the 
fragrant  lovely  who  has  just  passed  by"  you 
read  about  in  stories,  but  how?  You  can't 
go  around  asking  your  friends,  "Do  you 
notice  a  wonderful  aroma  about  me?" 

The  French  say  American  women  waste 
their  perfume  by  using  so  little  that  more  of 
it  evaporates  from  the  bottle  over  the  course 
of  time  than  is  actually  applied.  This  is  just 
an  opinion.  But  there  is  no  doubt  about  the 
flowers:  they  know  just  how  much  to  put 
on,  and,  one  thing  more,  they  always  look  as 
beautiful  as  they  smell. 

Isn't  it  odd  that  nature,  that  has  blessed 
flowers  with  this  knowledge  because  they  re- 
quire it  to  attract  bees,  hasn't  done  the  same 
for  women  who,  after  all,  find  it  helpful  in 
attracting  beaus?  Is  it  at  all  possible  that  as 
time  goes  on  and  women  keep  using  perfume, 
biology  will  work  its  wonders  and  we,  too, 
will  be  born  with  this  wonderful  power  al- 
ready built  in? 

IN  MY  HIGH  SCHOOL  DAYS  I  was  a  great  one 
for  getting  ideas  from  what  I  read  and  acting 
on  them.  I  can  see  myself  faithfully  following 
elaborate  rituals  to  improve  the  complexion 
of  a  15-year-old  face.  Ridiculous,  of  course. 
The  complexion  would  never  be  as  good  again. 
Yet  I  did  it.  I  still  do.  I  still  have  sessions  in 
which  I  cover  my  face  with  honey,  just  or- 
dinary honey,  and  pat  away  at  it  until  it  is 
tacky  and  pulls  at  the  skin  when  you  take  it 
off.  I  also  used  cornmeal  packs  then,  and  oat- 
meal packs.  And  I  still  do. 

Every  morning  and  evening  I  would  splash, 
my  face,  at  least  a  dozen  times,  with  cold 
water.  And  I  still  do  and  think  there  is  noth- 
ing better.  If  I  want  to  test  its  merit  as  a 
beauty  and  health  aid  I  do  it  just  before 
coming  onto  the  set  when  we  are  making  a 
Technicolor  picture.  Invariably  the  color  expert 
will  call  for  toning  down  of  my  cheeks  with 
powder  because  they  are  too  rosy. 

I  DEVELOPED  MY  "RAG  DOLL  EXERCISES"  and 

it  is  very  much  something  I  still  do.  I  stand 
firmly  .  .  .  then  suddenly  let  the  upper  part  of 
my  body  fall;  from  feet  to  waist  I  am  still 
firm,  but  everything  else  hangs  perfectly  limp,' 
head,  torso,  arms,  hands  .  .  .  down  to  the 
last  joint  on  my  little  finger.  This,  when  Ij 
first  read  about  it  as  a  kid,  was  called  ".  .  .  a 
perfect  way  to  relax;  a  wonderful  headachej 
remedy."  Of  course  I  never  had  headaches* 
then.  Since  then  I  have  had  plenty  and  it  has 
chased  many  of  them  away. 

Speaking  of  chasing — you'll  have  to  excuse 
me.  Timothy's  on  the  loose  again,  and 
Mama's  baby-sitting. 


(Continued  from  page  75)  do:  pay  her  ex- 
actly half  of  whatever  I  make.  That's  gross, 
not  net.  Off  the  top.  She's  a  nice  person.  She 
really  is.  But  this  thing — well,  I'll  tell  you 
this  anyway.  If  she'd  won,  I  know  of  a  lot 
of  stars  would  have  been  heading  for  the 
hills  the  next  day.  It  was  that  kind  of  a 
case. 

"You  see,  my  first  marriage,  broke  up  16 
years  ago,  and  I  hadn't  got  a  divorce  till 
I  met  Virginia  because  why  did  I  want  a 
divorce?  I  wasn't  going  to  marry  again, 
not  me  I'd  had  it.  As  I  say,  she  was  a 
nice  person  and  still  is,  but  it  just  didn't — 
you  know.  I  was  show  business,  and  she 
wanted  me  to  get  over  to  the  rubber  works 
and  stand  in  line.  Who's  going  to  blame 
her?  Eating  three  times  a  day,  that's  a 
habit  that's  hard  to  break.  But  the  rubber 
works  and  I  were  incompatible.  So.  It 
lasted  a  couple  of  years.  Then  I  was  in 
show  business  again,  way  dPwn  on  the 
level  that  looks  up  to  burlesque  as  the 
end  of  the  rainbow.  Any  restaurant  be- 
tween here  and  Philly,  I  don't  care  where, 
any  restaurant  that  has  out  a  sign  'Our 
Specialty,  Spaghetti  and  Meatballs,'  I've 
sung  in  that  restaurant.  Save  'Mother 
Machree'  for  the  late  show,  when  they're 
maudlin,  and  they  throw  quarters  instead 
of  dimes.  'Shanty  in  Old  Shanty  Town,' 
that  was  me.  But  there  were  no  alimony 
problems.  Not  like  this  one." 

"Oregon  doesn't  recognize  alimony."  said 
Miss  Mayo. 

"That  state  is  going  to  get  populous," 
said  O'Shea.  "Anyway,  she  started  out  by 
trying  to  get — "  He  mentioned  a  famous 
Hollywood  attorney.  "So  we  went  to  him, 
too,  went  to  him  with  all  our  books,  every 
last  figure,  and  it  ended  up,  he  wouldn't 
take  her  case.  But  another  lawyer  did." 

"I  had  to  make  a  deposition  in  his  office," 
said  Miss  Mayo.  "The  other  lawyer,  I  mean. 
And  the  doors  were  open  and  reporters  and 
photographers  everywhere.  It  was  like  a 
circus.  Finally  I  just  had  to  refuse  point- 
blank  to  say  or  do  anything  until  we  had 
privacy." 
"Well,"  said  O'Shea.  "It's  over." 

A  n  inevitable  query  arose.  Did  not 
O'Shea  find  the  days  very  long  on 
occasion,  too  long,  with  the  hours  crawling 
by  on  hands  and  knees? 

"Some  days,"  said  O'Shea,  "not  usually. 
The  fence,  the  wiring,  the  TV  goes  hay- 
wire, I  work  with  the  horses,  the  day  is 
through  before  I  am.  But  some  days  it's 
not  too  good.  I  walk  to  the  window  and 
I  look  east  and  there  is  New  York  over 
there,  where  I  could  be  working  steadily. 
So  I  walk  to  the  other  side  of  the  room 
and  west  is  the  ocean,  and  maybe  I  should 
be  on  the  beach,  but  I  know  I  shouldn't. 
And  here  I  am  all  alone — hum  'Mother 
Machree,'  will  you,  honey? — the  hell  and 
gone  away  from  anywhere,  and  for  a  couple 
of  minutes  I  feel  sorry  for  myself.  Then 
I  think  that  in  New  York  it's  snowing  or 
raining  or  blowing  and  the  show  I'm  in 
runs  a  fast  week.  I  picture  the  beach  and 
remember  I  can't  swim.  So  that's  that. 

"I  mentioned  the  horses.  I  like  horses 
and  roping  and  all  that  rodeo  stuff,  but 
I  got  to  taper  it  off  now.  You  know  why? 
I  bounce  higher  now  than  I  used  to  and  the 
ground's  getting  harder.  I  think  it's  going 
to  outlast  me. 

"But  let's  keep  pathos  out  of  this  thing. 
Do  me  a  favor  and  keep  pathos  out  of  it. 
Maybe  you  wanted  something  about  the 
brave  little  woman's  unflagging  courage 
and  radiance  pulling  us  through  or  how 
her  inspiration  brought  me  back  to  the 
top;  or  what  a  hot  rock  trouper  I  am  my- 
self. Just  forget  all  that.  We're  doing  fine. 
Just  remember — somebody's  got  to  stay 
home. 

"No  nostalgia  either.  They  talk  to  me 
about  the  smell  of  grease-paint,  as  though 


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they  expected  me  to  cry.  'Shanty  in  Old 
Shanty  Town'  goes  with  that  one.  Nuts. 
The  smell  of  grease-paint  makes  me  want 
to  gag.  I'll  settle  for  hay." 

O'Shea  looked  at  his  wife  and  remarked 
that  she  was  beautiful,  an  understate- 
ment. 

"And  it's  not  too  tough  having  this  one 
here  come  home  to  you,"  he  said. 

"It's  not  too  tough  going  home  to  that," 
said  Miss  Mayo. 

"And  it's  not  as  though — " 

" — we  weren't  still  in  business  together," 
said  Miss  Mayo.  "Mike  and  I  collaborate 
all  the  time  on  the  problems  that  arise.  He's 
been  in  the  profession  so  much  longer  than 
I.  Not  that  he  ever  tries  to  run  my  picture 
affairs.  But  he  gives  me  advice  when  I 
ask  for  it.  And  his  advice  is  always  good." 

"Only  six  times  out  of  ten,"  said  O'Shea. 
"I  operate  on  masculine  intuition,  instinct. 
You  know  masculine  intuition.  Virginia's 
the  thinker  of  the  family." 

"I  think  hard  about  everything,"  said 
Miss  Mayo.  "I  weigh  both  sides.  I  think 
so  hard  about  both  sides  that  half  the 
time  I  don't  come  to  any  conclusion.  That's 
where  Mike  steps  in." 

"I  don't  think  at  all,"  said  O'Shea. 
"Strictly  snap  judgments.  So  when  I'm 
wrong,  I  really  do  a  job  of  it." 

"He's  never  wrong,"  said  Miss  Mayo 
stoutly. 

"Sugar,"  said  Mr.  O'Shea. 

A  man  came  by,  rapped  on  the  door, 
and  said  something  that  got  Miss  Mayo 
to  thinking.  She  began  thinking  so  hard, 
you  expected  to  see  tendrils  of  smoke 
come  out  of  her  ears. 

"That's  what  I  mean,"  said  O'Shea.  "It 
fools  people.  The  other  day  one  of  the  top 
executives  said  to  her  something  about 
dying  her  hair  platinum  for  a  picture.  Vir- 
ginia sat  there  with  her  head  in  her  hands, 
saying  nothing.  The  guy  got  a  little  nerv- 
ous. Well,  not  exactly  platinum,  he  said. 
Maybe  more  of  a  wheatfield  blonde?  Still 
Virginia  says  not  a  word.  Or  auburn,  the 


guy  says.  That's  it,  of  course!  In  auburn, 
you'd  look  great.  He's  coming  unstrung, 
see?  He  thinks  Virginia's  mad.  So  he  runs 
through  a  whole  spectrum  until  his  voice 
cracks  and  he  dissolves  completely.  Nah, 
nah,  he  says.  We'll  just  leave  it  the  way 
it  is.  Forget  I  brought  it  up,  will  you? 
So  finally  Virginia  raises  her  head.  'I 
think  it's  a  good  idea,'  she  says.  Sure,  the 
guy  says.  Sure  it  is.  Leave  it  just  this 
way.  'No,'  Virginia  says,  'I  mean  the  plati- 
num.' She'd  been  thinking  about  it,  that's 
all." 

So  that's  how  it  is  with  the  Michael 
O'SheasJ  one  working  steady  and  the 
other  not  so  frequently.  It's  fine.  And  that's 
how  it  is  with  the  magazine  business,  you 
start  with  one  premise  and  are  diverted  to 
another  in  deference  to  the  plain  truth,  and 
the  truth  isn't  so  bad  either. 

There's  a  happy  Irisher  with  a  strong 
domestic  streak  in  him  who  likes  to  fit 
planks  together  and  repair  wiring  systems; 
and  there's  a  famed  and  lovely  woman  who 
is  destined  to  act  in  movies,  and  fortunate- 
ly that  is  what  the  public  would  prefer 
she  do.  They  got  together  and  they  stayed 
together.  One  went  down  and  the  other 
went  up  and  it  didn't  make  any  difference. 
If  at  some  future  date,  the  trends  reverse 
again,  as  they  well  might,  that  won't  make 
much  difference  either. 

At  the  moment,  Miss  Mayo's  case  is  the 
simple  one.  She  is  in  love,  and  she  is 
necessarily  busy,  and  she  is  piling  up  moo 
in  the  practice  of  her  industry  and  she 
doesn't  have  to  worry  about  the  home 
while  she's  away. 

O'Shea,  too,  is  in  love  and  reasonably 
busy,  and  has  developed  a  great  resource- 
fulness against  the  possible  encroachments 
of  boredom.  He  lives  his  part  with  grace 
and  the  gift  of  being  high-hearted  about  it. 
If  he  doesn't  like  the  doldrums,  no  one's 
ever  going  to  know  it — unless  his  wife 
knows  it  and  won't  tell.  More  likely, 
though,  they're  too  busy  to  care.  END 


is  bing  thinking  of  love 


(Continued  from  page  29)  Palm  Springs 
that  Frank  Sinatra,  in  a  moment  of  ex- 
treme pique,  summoned  the  local  gen- 
darmes to  evict  his  wife,  Ava  Gardner 
(and  Lana  Turner  and  agent  Ben  Cole) 
from  his,  and  Ava's,  home. 

It  was  'neath  the  desert  stars  that  Nora 
Eddington  and  Dick  Haymes  began  their 
romance  under  the  limpid  lights  of  the 
Racquet  Club  cocktail  lounge,  neither  one 
quite  free  of  previous  marriages. 

Elizabeth  Taylor  confirmed  her  sepa- 
ration from  Nicky  Hilton  from  a  telephone 
booth  in  the  Doll's  House. 

Errol  Flynn  knocked  a  gentleman  off 
a  bar  stool  in  a  pre-dawn  scuffle  over  a 
lady's  smile. 

There  have  been  other  incidents  equal- 
ly newsworthy. 

No,  Palm  Springs  is  not  immune  to  the 
varied  idiosyncrasies  of  Hollywood  love. 

But  this  private  close-up  of  Bing,  in 
what  may  be  the  new  role  of  a  suitor,  has 
nonplussed  the  most  case-hardened  na- 
tive and  literally  put  the  place  on  its  ear! 

Heretofore,  romance,  in  the  desert  has 
had  a  habit  of  blooming— or  ending— 
violently. 

The  Swimming  Pool  Set  and  the  Tennis 
Shorts  Crowd  are  used  to  anything  and 
everything  but  the  open  and  above-board. 
And,  the  open  and  above-board  are  just 
what  they're  getting  in  the  talk  of  the 
town — Bing  and  Mona. 

Just  how  much  does  their  regular  dating 
mean?  Let's  examine  the  evidence. 


First,  Bing  and  Mona  are  making  no  effort 
to  hide  the  fact  that  they  are  dating.  This 
is  a  potent  factor  in  the  arguments  of  two 
radically  different  schools  of  thought. 

The  Sun  Bathers  say:  "It  can't  be  se- 
rious. Otherwise,  they  wouldn't  be  seen 
together  so  openly  just  a  few  months 
after  Dixie's  death.  Bing's  known  Mona 
ever  since  she  was  a  kid  around  the 
Paramount  lot.  He  thinks  no  more  of 
having  a  golf  and  dinner  date  with  her 
than  he  would  with  Phil  Harris  (or  some 
other  desert  resident)." 

On  the  other  hand  the  Tennis  Racquet- 
eers  are  just  as  sure:  "It  must  be  ro- 
mance for  them  to  be  seen  so  constantly 
together  because  Bing  is  a  stickler  for 
propriety.  He  would  not  risk  what  he! 
realizes  will  be  sniffling  from  the  Mrs.; 
Grundys  being  seen  so  soon  with  a  girl 
as  popular  and  sought  after  as  Mona." 

And,  just  when  the  debate  is  waxing 
the  most  furiously  it  abruptly  subsides,  be- 
cause here  come  Mona  and  Bing, — and,  of 
course,  all  talk  ceases  to  watch. 

If  it's  a  Sunday,  they'll  be  having  brunch 
beside  the  Racquet  Club  pool.  Bing's  car 
has  spun  him  down  from  his  hilltop  house 
and  he's  picked  up  Mona  at  the  Bon  Air 
where  she's  occupying  a  bungalow  with 
her  little  daughter,  Monie. 

They're  a  handsome  couple,  no  doubt 
about  that.  Bing  has  picked  up  a  terrific 
tan  plus  a  few  pounds  from  the  pallor  and 
thinness  he  presented  the  months  before 
and  after  Dixie's  death. 

Mona  looks  as  cute  as  a  doll  in  her 
white  shirt  and  shorts,  tanned  to  a  becom- 
ing amber,  her  blonde  hair  only  softly 
curled.  She  wears  no  make-up  except  a 


your 


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showing 


I 


give 


bit  of  pink  lipstick  and  a  dust  of  powder. 

They  seem  to  be  completely  unconscious 
that  every  eye  in  the  place  is  on  them 
as  they  chat  over  their  coffee,  fruit  and 
Sunday  papers.  They  greet  the  passersby 
they  know — but  seldom  invite  anyone  to 
join  them. 

The  next  step  is  golf — this  being  Bing's 
favorite  game.  Usually,  Lindsay  joins  them. 

Dinner  frequently  finds  them  at  the 
home  of  Bing's  film  producer  and  his  wife, 
the  William  Perlbergs — and,  up  to  his 
curfew  time  around  9:30  p.m.  Lindsay  is 
with  them. 

From  there  on  comes  a  rather  puzzling 
development:  When  Bing  takes  Lindsay 
home,  he  sometimes  drops  Mona  off,  too! 
Not  always,  you  understand. 

After  Lindsay  has  been  bedded  down, 
Bing  and  Mona  now  and  then  show  up  at 
a  nightspot  where  Bing  loudly  applauds 
Joe  Frisco  and  if  the  mood  is  on  him, 
joins  Joe  in  a  duet;  or  else  they  drop  by 
the  ChiChi  to  watch  the  dancers  and 
listen  to  the  soft  music.  They  never  dance. 
Nor  hold  hands.  Nor  seem  to  have  too 
much  to  say  to  one  another. 

You  might  say — there  you  have  it — but 
this  would  not  be  exactly  true. 

Take  Mona.  There's  quite  a  change  in 
this  girl  who  was  the  belle  of  Palm  Springs 
before  the  advent  of  Bing.  Much  to  the 
envy  of  other  beauties,  Mona  had  beaux 
to  give  away. 

She  frequently  played  tennis  with  her 
torch-totin'  ex,  Pat  Nerney.  And  it  was  no 
secret  that  Nicky  Hilton  had  fallen  harder 
for  her  than  anyone  since  Liz  Taylor. 

Mona  would  have  cocktails  with  this 
one — go  dancing  with  that  one. 

But,  a  subtle  change  has  come  over 
Mona  since  Bing.  For  one  thing,  she  keeps 
a  very  accurate  check  on  who  may  be 
calling  her  on  the  'phone.  Her  clothes  are 
suddenly  simple;  and  decolletage  is  out. 

And  she  doesn't  take  cocktails  anymore! 
Not  even  one.  Like  Lindsay,  she's  strictly 
on  soft  drinks. 

If  she  does  get  that  certain  call  she's 
apparently  waiting  for,  it  doesn't  make 
any  difference  who  she  is  with,  she  ex- 
cuses herself. 

On  one  occasion,  this  brought  on  such 
a  violent  attack  of  rage  and  jealousy  on 
the  part  of  Nicky  Hilton  that  he  knocked 
over  a  table  making  his  exit  from  the 
[Racquet  Club. 

On  his  part,  Bing  is  giving  Mona  little 
to  be  jealous  of  in  his  conduct.  It  has  been 
gossipped  and  even  printed  that  he  has 
also  dated  Mary  Murphy,  the  cute  girl 
forging  ahead  in  a  screen  career  who,  18 
months  ago,  was  a  gift  wrapper  at  Sak's. 

Mary,  herself,  is  our  source  for  saying 
the  gossip  is  not  true.  "I  haven't  even  seen 


This  is  the  way 
I  start  my  day- 
A  touch  of  Suave 
Makes  hair  obey. 


Hours  later 
Hair  still  *jW  so".. 
And  doesn't  my  hair 
Gleam  and  glow  I 


A  "friend  in  need" 
After  shampoo! 
Relieves  dryness,  friz, 
Split  ends... too  I 


And  look  how  soft 
Suave  leaves  my  hair 
No  oily  film,,. anywhere 

PS.  A  precious  tip 
to  mom  and  daughter! 
for  the  best  creme  rinse 
try  Suave-irt-water. 


CHfMl  60t 


only 


created  oy  j  jjw&ih/ \jwv»t- 
foremott  name  in  hair  beauty 


makes  hair  obey 
new  soft  way 

because  only  Suave  contains  miracle  Curtisc 


Mr.  Crosby  around  the  Paramount  lot  in 
over  six  months,"  says  a  puzzled  Mary. 

As  for  Terry  Moore,  Bing  happened  to 
sit  down  at  a  luncheon  table  where  she 
was  present  and  that  was  all  her  press 
agent  needed  to  go  to  town! 

To  repeat  the  question,  "How  serious  is 
all  this  between  Bing  and  Mona?"  here  is 
my  not-so-private  opinion: 

No  matter  how  serious  they  are  now 
or  may  become,  I  don't  believe  marriage  is 
ahead  for  them.  Bing  is  a  very  devout 
Catholic.  Mona  is  divorced. 

But,  Bing  wouldn't  be  human  if  he 
didn't  enjoy  the  company  of  a  pretty  girl, 
particularly  one  as  charming  as  Mona,  who 
is  even  prettier  off  the  screen  than  on. 

Mona  doesn't  go  in  for  silly  chatter  and 
gossip  about  other  people.  She  isn't  flut- 
tery.  She  doesn't  air  her  troubles.  She's 
fun  for  a  man  to  be  with — particularly  a 
man  who  has  gone  through  a  great  sorrow. 

Mona  has  a  level  head,  she  talks  sense, 
and  she  enjoys  golf,  tennis,  life  in  the 
sun— all  the  things  men  enjoy.  It  is  little 
wonder  that  even  the  world's  most  mar- 
riageable man  finds  her  attractive. 

XTowever,  as  I  write  this,  Bing  has  not 
-LJ-  changed  his  mind  about  leaving  his 
Palm  Springs  paradise  on  March  15th  for 
many  months  vacationing  in  Europe  and 
he's  taking  Lindsay  with  him. 

The  present  schedule  calls  for  their  re- 
turn in  mid-September  just  in  time  for 
Lindsay's  school  term.  That's  a  long  time 
for  even  an  embyro  Romeo  to  be  away 
from  a  lady  love. 

Lately,  there's  been  some  gossip  that 
Mona,  too,  might  be  in  Europe  this  sum- 
mer chaperoned  by  her  mother.  "Of 
course,"  she  says,  "I  won't  be  able  to  go 
if  a  picture  comes  along  to  keep  me  in 
Hollywood.  I  have  my  little  Monie  to 
take  care  of  and  my  work  is  important." 

Whether  or  not  Mona  is  in  Europe  at 
the  same  time  Bing  is — there  is  one  thing 
for  sure — the  spotlight  will  not  be  off  him 
for  one  moment. 

The  slightest  smile  he  bestows  on  a  flat- 
tered belle  will  be  photographed  and  writ- 
ten about.  There's  always  bound  to  be  ex- 
citement about  Bing. 

It  doesn't  take  much  fortune  telling 
talent  to  predict  that  Bing's  name  may 
be  linked  with  many  fair  charmers! 

But  I'm  still  sticking  to  my  story — the 
one  I  wrote  about  Bing  for  Modern  Screen 
soon  after  Dixie's  death: 

The  beauties  may  come — and  go.  But, 
Bing  and  his  boys  will  go  on  alone  for  a 
long,  long  time.  end 

(Bing  Crosby  can  soon  be  seen  in  Para- 
mount's  Little  Boy  Lost.) 


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the  story  of  sheiley's  baby 

(Continued  from  page  27)  pass  to  peace- 
ful slumber. 

That's  how  Shelley  Winters  imagined 
the  event. 

What  actually  happened  was  entirely 
different.  The  birth  of  her  little  daughter 
was  six  weeks  premature.  The  child's 
father  was  6,000  miles  away.  For  a  time  it 
was  touch  and  go  as  to  whether  the  infant 
might  live  or  die.  Shelley  herself  was  in 
danger. 

The  birth  of  her  first  child  was  as  wild, 
chaotic,  and  unpredictable  as  Shelley 
Winters  herself. 

It  started  on  the  night  of  February  12th, 
a  Thursday.  Shelley  was  at  home  with  her 
mother,  Mrs.  Rose  Shrift.  Shelley's  mother 
has  been  watching  over  her  ever  since 
Vittorio  flew  back  to  Italy  last  winter  to 
stage  Hamlet  with  his  own  company. 

Toward  eleven  o'clock,  Shelley  who  had 
the  most  miserable  pregnancy  known  to 
woman,  seven  and  a  half  months  of  un- 
interrupted illness,  suddenly  began  call- 
ing, "Mama,  mama!" 

Mrs.  Shrift  rushed  to  her  side. 

"You'd  better  call  Dr.  Krahulik,  Mama." 

The  sac  containing  the  amniotic  fluid 
had  broken.  Shelley,  like  any  young 
girl,  was  frightened  and  afraid.  Her 
mother  packed  a  bag.  The  doctor  was 
called,  and  Shelley,  white  as  a  sheet, 
was  raced  down  to  the  hospital.  She  was 
admitted  at  five  minutes  past  midnight 
on  Friday,  the  13th.  Taken  to  her  room  in 
the  maternity  section  of  the  hospital,  she 
was  examined  to  see  if  there  was  any 
possibility  of  delaying  the  birth.  In  first 
births  there  are  occasional  false  alarms 
which  later  subside. 

This  wasn't  true  in  Shelley's  case.  The 
examination  revealed  that  she  would  de- 
liver her  child  within  36  hours  at  the 
latest. 

Vittorio  was  notified  in  Rome,  and  al- 
though he's  been  a  father  once  before — 
he  has  another  daughter,  seven-year-old 
Paula,  by  a  previous  marriage — he  got  so 
excited  that  he  made  little  sense  on  the 
transatlantic  phone.  Within  the  next  12 
hours  he  called  twice  to  find  out  how 
Shelley  was.  "Has  the  baby  come  yet?"  he 
shouted.    Shelley's  mother  told  him,  "No." 

It  was  after  midnight,  in  the  early  morn- 
ing of  the  14th  that  Shelley  was  wheeled 
into  the  delivery  room.  At  2:47  A.M.,  a 
tiny,  dark-haired  female  baby  was  taken 
from  her.  The  girl  weighed  four  pounds, 
ten  ounces,  the  premature  birth  undoubt- 
edly being  caused  by  Shelley's  profound 
anemia. 

During  the  course  of  her  pregnancy, 
Shelley  had  suddenly  grown  anemic,  and 
on  several  occasions,  in  addition  to  vita- 
mins, hormones,  and  injections  of  iron, 
she'd  been  given  blood  transfusions.  What 
caused  her  anemia  is  difficult  to  tell.  Early 
in  her  pregnancy  she  visited  Vittorio  when 
he  was  in  Mexico  making  Sombrero,  and  it 
is  suspected  that  she  caught  some  bac- 
teria south  of  the  border  which  weakened 
her  whole  system. 

As  soon  as  the  baby  was  born,  little  Vit- 
toria  was  placed  into  an  Armstrong  incu- 
bator, and  the  mother  told  that  the  child 
was  doing  fine. 

The  truth,  however,  was  that  the  in- 
fant wasn't  breathing  properly.  Something 
was  wrong  with  baby  Gassmann's  respira- 
tory system — she  couldn't  seem  to  get 
enough  air  down  her  lungs.  The  little  girl 
who  was  later  named  Vittoria  Gina  Gass- 
mann  hovered  between  life  and  death. 

Shelley's  pediatrician  was  called  imme- 
diately, and  he  in  turn,  brought  in  Dr. 
Arthur  Parmelee,  one  of  the  crack  chil- 
82  dren's  specialists  in  the  country,  as  a  con- 


sultant. Dr.  Parmelee  examined  the  child, 
ordered  special  day  and  night  nurses  to 
see  that  the  baby's  temperature  never 
went  lower  than  97  degrees  nor  higher 
than  99  degrees. 

If  Vittoria  Gina  lived  for  the  next  48 
hours  her  chances  of  survival  were  ex- 
cellent. 

When  Shelley  awoke  she  asked  for  her 
baby  and  was  told  it  was  in  the  incubator. 
Her  reaction  was  typical  of  all  mothers 
who  give  birth  to  premature  babies.  Phys- 
ically she  felt  exhausted  and  yet  the 
maternal  instinct  in  her  cried  out  for 
some  way  in  which  to  help  her  child. 
There  was  no  way,  nothing  she  could  do, 
and  a  period  of  frustration  seized  her. 

"It  seemed  like  a  year,"  she  says  in 
retrospect,  "before  they  let  me  see  my 
baby." 

When  presently  she  did,  Shelley  no- 
ticed that  her  baby's  skin  seemed  pale, 
almost  blue.  Shelley  began  to  worry.  The 
nurses  told  her  that  of  three  and  a  half 
million  babies  born  in  the  United  States 
each  year,  1  out  of  20,  approximately  five 
per  cent,  are  premature.  They  told  her  not 
to  worry;  that  her  baby  weighed  almost 
five  pounds;  that  Winston  Churchill,  Victor 
Hugo,  and  Sir  Isaac  Newton  had  all  been 
born  ahead  of  time. 

But  Shelley  is  a  worrier,  and  for  the  first 
two  days  there  was  nothing  anyone  could 
say  or  do  to  alleviate  her  fears.  She  prayed 
for  her  baby's  survival. 

Oddly  enough,  Shelley  who  loves  pub- 
licity, cautioned  everyone  to  say  abso- 
lutely nothing  about  the  birth  of  her 
child.  "I  was  trying  to  regain  my  strength," 
she  says  now.  "I  didn't  want  to  be  both- 
ered by  reporters  and  press  agents  asking 
questions." 

As  a  result  of  this  insistence  upon 
secrecy,  it  wasn't  until  three  days  after  the 
baby  was  born  that  the  item  made  the 
newspapers.  By  that  time  Shelley  had  been 
assured  by  the  doctors  that  her  infant 
had  passed  the  crisis  and,  barring  some 
unforseen  relapse,  would  live. 

In  Rome,  Vittorio  said  nothing  for  public 
consumption  about  his  new  daughter. 
He  did,  however,  manage  to  give  out  with 
a  professional  announcement.  He  and  his 
company,  he  stated,  planned  to  go  to  the 
United  States  to  tour  the  country  in  an 
Italian  repertory  program.  The  bill  would 
include  his  four-hour-long  production  of 
Hamlet.  He  would  bring  with  him  such 
stars  as  Elena  Zareschi  and  Anna  Pro- 
clemer. 

In  Hollywood  there  has  been  a  good 
deal  of  talk  about  Vittorio's  conduct  dur- 
ing Shelley's  pregnancy.  Other  actresses 
have  said  that  Vittorio,  regardless  of  his 
commitments  in  Rome,  should  have  stayed 
at  Shelley's  side  when  she  needed  him 
most. 

"I  know,"  a  colleague  of  Shelley's  said, 
"that  the  Italian  Government  backed  his 
Repertory  Company.  I  know  that  he  didn't 
want  to  put  a  lot  of  people  out  of  work. 
I  know  all  about  the  show -must -go -on 
tradition,  and  I  know  how  Italian  men 
feel  about  childbirth.  To  their  way  of 
thinking,  giving  birth  to  a  baby  is  no 
worse  than  having  a  bad  cold.  I  realize 
all  that,  but  let's  face  facts. 

"Vittorio  today  would  be  relatively  un- 
heard of  in  the  United  States.  It  was 
Shelley  who  brought  him  to  Hollywood; 
Shelley  who  got  him  in  touch  with  the 
right  people;  Shelley  who  helped  him  land 
that  contract  at  Metro. 

"I'm  the  first  to  admit  that  she  may  not 
be  the  sweetest  or  most  well-bred  girl  in 
the  world.  She  may  not  even  be  the  most 
companionable  wife.  Maybe  they  argued 
like  cats  and  dogs.  But  she  did  fly  to  Mex- 
ico to  be  with  him.  She  did  tell  him  she 
was  pregnant. 

"Under  the  circumstances  I  think  he 


should  have  stayed  in  this  country.  Not 

that  he  could  have  helped  Shelley  have  || 

the  baby,  but  it  would've  helped  her  . 
morale.  And  when  the  baby  did  come, 

well — I  think  he  should've  been  around  i 
to  share  the  responsibility. 

"After  all  the  baby  almost  died.  She  had  t 

a  mucous  obstruction  in  her  throat,  and  / 

the  doctors  were  afraid  she  was  coming  I 

down  with  pneumonia — in  which  event  she  E 

would  certainly  have  died — and  they  had  c 

to  keep  her  under  oxygen  and  feed  her  [ 

by  dropper.  The  baby's  all  right  now — I  [ 

mean  the  doctors  say  she's  passed  the  t 

danger  zone,  and  Vittorio  is  the  proud  j 

father.  Only  I'd  like  to  ask  one  question,  [ 
Where  was  he  when  the  going  was  tough?" 

t 

In  Rome  when  this  question  was  put  t 

to  Vittorio  Gassmann  he  said,  "Look,  c 

Shelley  is  a  very  sensible  girl.  She  knew  I  r 

had  these  commitments  even  before  she  t 

came  with  child.  If  there  was  anything  I 

I  could  do  that  would  have  really  helped,  g 

I  would  have  tried  to  stay  behind.  But  1 

Shelley  herself  told  me  to  go.  c 

"We  thought  for  a  while  that  maybe  t 

she  could  come  to  Rome  with  me,  but  the  s 

doctors  would  not  allow  it.  When  Shelley  i 

gave  birth  I  spoke  to  her  over  the  phone,  a 

She  told  me  about  our  darling  little  [ 
daughter. 

"I  could  not  fly  back  to  California  just  I 
for  the  weekend.  I'm  opening  in  a  new  c 
Italian  play  here.  Late  in  April  I  will  re- 
turn to  the  United  States.  In  the  mean-  a 
time,  Shelley  knows  that  I  am  thinking  \ 
of  her  and  our  baby  every  minute. 

"Believe  me  when  I  tell  you  that  it  is  P 

very  hard  for  me  to  be  patient.  I  know  t 

what  Shelley  went  through.  But  there  are  [ 

certain  times  when  husbands  are  help-  1 
less.  And  that  is  one  of  the  times. 

"Any  stories  that  Shelley  and  I  did  not  j 

get  along,  they're  not  true.  I  love  Shelley  ' 
more  than  I  have  ever  loved  her  before, 
and  if  I  did  not  have  these  stage  commit- 
ments, I  swear  to  you,  I  would  be  on  the 
first  plane  back  to  California.  I  have 
spoken  to  Shelley  several  times  now,  and 
she  tells  me  that  she  and  our  baby  are 
fine.  I  thank  God." 

As  for  Shelley,  back  home  with  her  first- 
born, in  the  duplex  apartment  she 
bought  last  year,  she  is  well  on  the  road 
to  complete  recovery  from  her  near- 
tragic  experience. 

Child-birth  has  also  wrought  several 
personality  changes  in  her  makeup.  She 
seems  no  longer  obsessed  by  her  career. 
Constant  chatter  concerning  productions 
and  castings  no  longer  occupy  her  tongue. 
Having  performed  the  primary  function 
of  womanhood — the  perpetuation  of  the  life 
cycle — she  seems  strangely  subdued  like  a 
soldier  who  has  gone  into  battle  and  for 
one  fast  fleeting  moment,  met  his  Maker. 

No  one  brushes  by  Death  without  some 
chastisement — not  even  the  tempest-tossed 
new  mother,  Shelley  Winters.  END 


PHOTO  CREDITS 

Below  you  will  find  credited  page  by 
page  the  photographs  which  appear  in 
this  issue: 

6 — Jay  Scott;  7,  top,  Peter  Perri,  bot,  Wide 
World;  8 — Jay  Scott;  10 — Paramount;  14 — 
Bosio  Press;  27 — Beerman,  Parry;  28 — top, 
Ernest  Bachrach;  bot,  Beerman,  Parry;  29 — 
Paramount;  30 — top,  Beerman;  bot.  left,  Jay 
Scott;  bot.  right,  Wide  World;  31 — top,  Globe; 
bot.,  A.P.;  32 — top,  Paramount;  bot.  left, 
MGM;  bot.  right,  middle,  Beerman,  Parry;  34, 
35 — F.P.G.;  36 — top,  Globe;  bot.,  Beerman; 
38,  39 — Warner  Brothers;  40,  41 — Beerman; 
42,  43 — Beerman,  Parry;  44 — Parry;  45 — 20th 
Century-Fox;  46 — Bill  Stone;  47 — Warner 
Brothers;  48,  49 — Paramount;  50,  51 — Beer- 
man, Parry;  52 — Paramount;  69 — top,  left, 
MGM;  top,  right,  Engstead;  bot.  right,  Beer- 
man, Parry;  70 — bot.  left — MGM;  bot.  right, 
Engstead;  70-71,  top — Beerman,  Parry;  71, 
right — Engstead. 


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when  I  hated  my  mirror 


(Continued  -from  page  52)  to  the  drug 
store  and  bought  theatrical  make-up  for 
myself.  I  always  wanted  to  be  professional. 
At  ten  the  family  was  back  in  London  and 
I  persuaded  my  mother  to  get  me  a  per- 
manent. But  then  I  didn't  like  the  color 
of  my  hair,  which  I  correctly  called  "dirty 
blond"  and  started  experimenting  with 
bleaches.  I'd  buy  these  myself,  do  the  rinse 
myself,  and  almost  always  end  up  with  a 
mess;  the  color  settling  in  the  parts  which 
had  been  curled. 

I  know  I  was  a  source  of  constant  upset 
to  my  elders.  My  step-father's  attitude 
toward  me  was  one  of  astonishment  as  if  he 
couldn't  understand  what  made  me  so 
restless,  so  discontent.  Once  he  had  most 
of  the  gendarmes  in  Paris  looking  for  me 
because  despite  winter  weather  I  was 
gone  from  the  house  all  day.  "When  he 
learned  what  I  had  been  up  to  he  was 
completely  perplexed;  he  couldn't  even 
understand  why  my  mother  could  under- 
stand. It  was  just  that  I  was  a  Jean  Har- 
low fan  and,  having  written  her  a  letter 
and  figuring  it  was  time  for  a  reply,  had 
been  hanging  around  the  home  of  a  friend 
where  I  received  my  "secret"  mail.  Har- 
low, and  Constance  Bennett  (with  her 
divine  thinness!)  were  my  idols. 

This  is  what  was  buzzing  inside  of  me 
and  keeping  me  a  harried  young  miss. 
When  my  family  assured  me  I  looked  all 
right  I  instinctively  felt  I  was  being  lulled 
into  false  security.  When  I  talked  about 
the  stage  they  wouldn't  believe  I  was  being 
motivated  just  by  thoughts  of  a  career. 
They  hinted  at  boy  friends,  that  I  was 
responding  to  the  call  of  life  rather  than 
the  call  of  drama  (as  if  one  didn't,  some- 
how, go  with  the  other!). 

"  It  isn't  right  for  a  child  to  worry  too 


much  about  the  future,"  my  step-father 
said.  "There  is  plenty  of  time.  You've  got 
too  much  drive  in  you." 

["  wanted  to  believe  him,  and  to  some 
■*•  extent  I  did,  until  that  day  in  Rio.  From 
then  on  pastries,  starches,  fats  of  any 
kind,  were  practically  out  of  my  life  for 
good.  When  I  recoiled  from  the  mirror  I 
sat  down  and  did  some  realistic  thinking. 
The  girls  whose  shapes  I  envied — they 
weren't  any  different  than  me  under  the 
flesh.  I  knew  enough  about  anatomy  to 
feel  sure  that  our  skeletons  were  exactly 
the  same.  It  was  just  a  matter  of  how- 
much  fat  and  muscle  you  had  covering  it 
— and  where.  That  would  be  up  to  me.  I 
liked  my  eyes,  I  could  cope  with  my  mouth 
which  I  thought  was  too  small,  and  mas- 
cara could  handle  eye-brows  that  were  far 
too  blonde.  My  choice  was  clear.  Was  I 
to  be  a  contender  for  the  world  of  my 
dreams  or  was  I  going  to  give  up?  The 
answer  came  to  me  instantly — if  I  couldn't 
be  the  best  looking  girl  in  the  world  I 
didn't  want  to  be  anybody!  (Actually  I 
knew  I'd  never  be,  but  I  wanted  to  get 
close  enough  so  that  there  could  at  least 
be  some  hopeful  and  wonderful  confusion 
about  it!) 

Lord  knows  it  was  hard  at  first.  Id 
eat  a  sensible  lunch  and  then  still  crave 
for  something.  After  the  first  four  or  five 
days  it  wasn't  so  bad.  And  in  time,  that 
same  year,  came  my  reward.  The  first 
time  I  stopped  taking  a  size  14  dress  for 
a  size  12  I  knew  it  was  going  to  be  worth 
it.  I  smiled  deep  into  my  insides,  feeling 
so  elegant,  so  feathery,  that  I  loved  the 
whole  world.  For  the  first  time  I  began 
to  accept  myself  as  a  person  whom  I 
would  be  willing  to  five  with  for  the  rest 
of  my  life. 

I  remember  my  mother  saying  one  night, 
''Darling  .  .  .  you've  been  losing  weight." 


"She  doesn't  eat  anything,"  my  little 
sister  said,  accusingly. 

I  didn't  reply.  I  was  brimming  over  with 
a  good  feeling  and  my  eyes  must  have 
been  full  of  it.  My  mother,  who  had  been 
going  to  argue  with  me,  sensed  it  and 
changed  her  mind.  "Well  .  .  ."  she  said, 
and  shrugged.  But  there  was  both  respect 
and  admiration  in  her  manner;  not  just 
mother  for  daughter,  which  any  girl  can 
get,  but  woman  for  woman,  if  you  know 
what  I  mean!  My  little  sister  sensed  it. 
Something  must  have  penetrated  through 
to  my  step-father  because  he  studied  us 
all  and  then  apparently  decided  not  to 
intrude  into  the  feminine  mysteries  going 
on  around  him.  Something  was  happening 
in  the  family  all  right  .  .  .  and  that  some- 
thing was  me! 

That  old  saying,  "Him  who  hath,  gets," 
is  not  exactly  right  in  my  estimation. 
It  should  be,  "Him  who  goes  out  and  gets 
.  .  .  can  get  again!"  I  had  gained  respect 
in  my  family.  On  the  strength  of  it  I  was 
able  to  put  over  something  I  would  never 
have  been  able  to  .  .  .  starting  from  scratch. 
Mother  had  kept  Mimi's  and  my  name  in 
the  New  York  Social  Register  and  had 
planned  this  year  to  start  me  in  finishing 
school  at  Farmington,  Connecticut.  But 
I  thought  it  was  time  for  me  to  start  being 
an  actress  rather  than  waste  time  pre- 
paring to  be  a  debutante.  I  had  no  interest 
whatsoever  in  confining  what  I  thought 
was  a  great  talent  on  a  closed  circle  of 
bluebloods;  the  world  was  where  I  wanted 
to  play!  I  put  on  a  campaign  towards  that 
end  which  involved  arguments,  minor  and 
major  hysterics,  and  plain  defiance.  In  the 
end  I  got  a  small  concession,  principally 
because  I  had  proved  I  wasn't  just  a  little 
girl.  I  could  go  to  New  York  and  have 
a  month's  time  in  which  to  find  a  job  in 
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for  me.  I'd  be  "finished"  one  way  or  an- 
other. 

At  that  time  I  listed  my  assets  as  follows: 
name,  Jane  Sterling  Adriance;  age,  14; 
stage  experience,  years  of  it  in  my  mind 
if  none  in  actuality;  beauty — I  felt  like  one! 
I  neglected  to  consider  something  that 
proved  to  be  most  important.  In  the  years 
we  had  spent  in  London  I  had  picked  up 
an  English  accent  (which  years  later  I 
was  to  work  hard  to  lose).  One  afternoon 
I  accompanied  a  friend  to  the  Shubert 
offices  and  one  of  the  famous  producer 
family,  Milton  Shubert,  heard  me  talk.  He 
was  casting  a  play  to  be  called  Bachelor 
Born,  and  needed  a  girl  with  a  veddy, 
veddy  British  accent. 

"What's  your  name?"  he  asked. 

"Jane  Sterling  .  .  "  I  began  slowly, 
sounding  off  with  all  the  Mayfair  I  could. 

"Excellent  name!"  he  cut  in,  and  offered 
me  the  part  right  then  and  there.  I  wrote 
mother  and  she  was  properly  shocked. 
Mimi  was  delighted.  And  my  own  father, 
William  A.  Adriance,  who  was  in  New 
York  at  the  time,  found  consolation  only 
in  the  fact  that  Milton  Shubert  hadn't 
heard  my  whole  name  and  thought  of  me 
as  just  "Jane  Sterling"  without  the  "Adri- 
ance" attached.  Later  on  I  cut  Jane  down 
to  Jan  at  the  suggestion  of  a  theatrical 
friend. 

On  the  stage  there  are  no  close-ups, 
you  are  there  in  person  and  in  color  in- 
stead of  in  black  and  white  which  can 
accentuate  faults.  At  122  pounds  with  my 
height  of  5  feet,  5  inches,  I  considered 
myself  perfect.  And  nothing  ever  happened 
to  make  me  change  my  mind  until  six 
years  later  when  I  began  seeing  myself 
on  the  screen.  One  look — and,  a  little 
sadly,  I  said  to  myself,  "Here  we  go  again." 

A  T  my  height  all  the  beauty  authorities 
said  my  weight  was  perfect  .  .  .  but 
the  screen  disagreed.  It  said  I  was  fat. 
It  said  that  my  hips  were  too  big,  the 
upper  part  of  my  arms,  and,  I  knew,  the 
upper  part  of  my  thighs.  It  said  that  be- 
cause my  cheek  and  jaw  bones  were  small 
there  was  an  impression  of  fatness  in  my 
face  in  closeups.  I  admit  I  felt  like  re- 
belling but,  as  the  saying  has  it,  go  argue 
with  City  Hall!  There  was  nothing  to  do 
but  shut  off  even  a  bigger  part  of  my 
stomach.  I  ate  nutritious  foods;  eggs, 
hamburger,  steak,  tomatoes.  Nothing  else. 
I  controlled  the  distribution  of  weight  with 
massage  and  with  exercises — but  posture 
exercises  only.  From  childhood  on  I  had 
had  a  fear  of  developing  muscles  that 
would  go  flabby  when  I  quit  exercising 
them.  And  instead  of  getting  on  the 
scales  daily  I  walked  into  the  wardrobe 
department  of  Paramount  Pictures  one 
afternoon  months  later  to  check  results 
a  different  way. 

I  knew  that  they  kept  a  dummy  of  my 
form  on  which  to  check  costume  measure- 
ments and  that  it  was  constantly  altered 
to  conform  to  any  change  in  my  own 
dimensions.  "Have  you  had  to  do  anything 
about  it?"  I  asked  the  wardrobe  mistress. 

"Yes,"  she  replied.  "We've  had  to  take 
it  in  two  and  a  half  inches  practically 
everywhere." 

That's  all  I  wanted  to  know.  I  got  on 
the  scales  and  I  was  108  pounds.  Perfect 
.  .  .  except  it  wasn't.  When  I  saw  the 
rushes  of  my  next  picture  something  else 
hit  me.  At  108  pounds  my  face  had  lost 
its  fatness  all  right  but  in  such  a  way 
that  my  nose  was  too  prominent  .  .  .  and 
I  realized  that  my  nose  was  of  a  kind 
which  could  not  stand  concentrated  atten- 
tion. "Not  a  nose  bobbing,"  I  thought  to 
myself.  "Not  that!"  But  I  knew  darn  well, 
that  very  second,  that  it  was  to  be  exactly 
that. 

The  facts  were  as  plain  as  the  nose  they 
had  to  do  with.  My  nose  at  the  top  started 
flush  with  my  forehead  and  stayed  flush — 


Who'd  be/fe\/e  /was  ever 
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PIMPLES 


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there  was  no  inward  dip,  no  retrousse  or 
tilt.  Further,  the  high  bridge  was  not 
only  flat,  instead  of  rounded,  but  much 
too  wide  and  flat.  You  may  wonder,  in 
view  of  an  itemized  list  of  defects  like 
this,  why  my  nose  had  not  perturbed 
me  before.  The  reason  is  that  I  had  al- 
ways considered  it  an  individual  nose,  one 
which  helped  to  make  me  me,  and  when 
my  weight  was  higher  it  was  not  at  all 
a  bad  nose.  But  with  the  more  delicate 
modeling  which  characterized  my  whole 
build  after  I  reduced,  every  defect  about 
it  stood  out  too  sharply.  There  was  no 
doubt  about  it  ...  it  had  to  go  or  I'd  never 
be  really  self-confident  before  a  camera 
again! 

First  I  talked  to  my  husband,  Paul, 
about  it.  Then,  because  the  studio  had 
invested  heavily  in  me,  I  discussed  it  with 
them.  After  this  I  mentioned  the  idea  to 
friends.  In  the  end  it  was  up  to  me  .  .  . 
nobody  opened  up  my  eyes  to  anything  I 
hadn't  already  thought  of,  either  benefi- 
cially or  otherwise.  Paul  said  simply,  "I 
liked  you  as  you  are  well  enough  to  marry 
you  but  if  you  want  to  go  ahead  I  like 
you  well  enough  not  to  deny  you  my  bless- 
ing." The  studio  officials  were  wonderful. 
They  were  grateful  for  my  thinking  of 
their  interest  in  them  but  what  I  planned 
was  a  personal  matter.  They  urged  me 
not  to  consider  them  in  any  way.  My 
friends  said  everything  from,  "Great!" 
(which  was  oddly  uncomplimentary)  to, 
"What  do  you  want  to  do  that  for?" 

T  paid  exactly  $1,000  for  everything  con- 
nected  with  the  operation.  The  doctor — 
and  I  made  sure  that  he  was  a  good  one 
— hummed  and  sang  while  he  worked,  and 
I  heard  him  because  the  anaesthetic  was  a 
local  one.  There  was  no  pain.  It  felt  as 
somebody  were  fumbling  with  my  nose  but 
there  was  no  greater  discomfort.  Once  I 
knew  the  nurse  was  handing  him  some 
instrument  and  after  a  moment  she  said, 
"Well!  That  little  gadget  didn't  work  out, 
did  it?"  I  couldn't  help  bursting  out  with 
a  cry.  "What  little  gadget?"  I  wanted  to 
know. 

For  about  three  days  my  eyes  were  dis- 
colored and  that  was  all.  Two  weeks  later 
I  was  entertaining  in  Korea  and  when 
-an  army  commander  leaned  over  to  kiss 
me  during  a  presentation  ceremony  (they 
gave  me  a  tank  on  condition  I  leave  it  in 
Korea  and,  not  needing  a  tank  at  the 
moment,  I  did)  the  rim  of  his  helmet  hit 
me  right  on  the  bridge  of  the  nose.  I 
nearly  pased  out  from  the  pain,  and  felt 
sure  that  there  was  nothing  but  a  squashed 
blob  on  my  face.  But  there  wasn't  a  mark 
and  my  pretty  reborn  nose  was  just  as 
pretty  as  before. 

Paul  was  pleased,  I  know  he  was,  but 
like  a  man  will  he  just  grinned  and  said, 
"Well,  now  I  have  a  new  place  to  slug 
y6u." 

Well,  it  may  be  a  new  place  to  slug 
me  but  it  is  a  much  smaller  place  than 
before.  You  know  the  mirror  I  hated? 
Well,  after  a  nose  operation  you  don't  hate 
your  mirror,  let  me  tell  you.  For  months 
afterwards  I  couldn't  stay  away  from  the 
mirror.  "Is  that  really  you?"  you  keep 
asking  yourself.  You  do  this  because  you 
love  the  thrill  of  answering.  "Yes!  Really! 
That's  you!"  And  sometimes  I  add,  "And 
that's  the  way  you  should  have  looked  all 
your  life."  But  I'm  satisfied.  Satisfied  and 
happy. 

Now  whenever  there  happens  to  be  a 
moment  when  I  feel  low  I  just  pull  out 
the  mirror,  look,  and  a  big  smile  spreads 
all  over  my  face.  "Well!  Well!  Well!" 
I  think  to  myself.  "Look  at  me!  Well! 
Well!  Well!"  end 

(Watch  for  Jan  in  Paramount's  Pony 
Express.  Paul's  latest  film  is  Forever 
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People  say  Milton  is  building  a  million-dollar  trust  fund  for  Vickie.  His  friends  kid  about 
Vickie's  being  a  much  sought-after  heiress  by  the  time  she's  18,  and  Milton  enjoys  the  talk. 
One  of  his  younger  gagwriters  has  warned  Milton  that,  "I'm  applying  now  for  the  job  as  your 
future  son-in-law." 

Milton,  who  lives  alone  in  a  big  apartment,  has  visitation  privileges  with  Vickie.  She  lives 
with  Milton's  ex-wife,  Joyce  Matthews,  attends  private  school  in  New  York.  Milton  is  still  on 
good  terms  with  Joyce  and,  most  of  his  friends  agree,  is  still  carrying  the  torch  for  her.  When 
Joyce's  romance  with  Billy  Rose  hit  the  front  pages  last  year,  Milton  did  not  attempt  to  hide 
his  anguish.  Ruth  Cosgrove  has  been  Milton's  girl  friend  since  his  last  bustup  with  Joyce,  but 
because  of  his  mixed  feelings  for  Joyce,  his  friends  believe  he  will  post- 
pone marriage  indefinitely. 

"When  he's  in  a  bad  mood,"  one  of  his  writers  says,  "you  can  soften 
him  up  by  just  mentioning  Vickie.  She's  the  real  doll  in  his  life." 

johnny's  in  the  money:  Johnny  (Sob!)  Ray  continues  to  make  a 
fortune,  but  his  personal  life  is  more  mixed  up  than  ever.  His  wife  left 
him,  after  confiding  to  friends  that  he  was  impossible  to  live  with,  and 
Johnny  made  headlines  with  the  statement  that  she  "was  the  only  girl 
who  had  ever  made  me  feel  like  a  man."  The  fact  is  that  he  paid  very 
little  attention  to  his  bride,  and  she  withered. 

peggy  lee's  all  sex:  There  was  a  tense  moment  when  Peggy  Lee  and  Brad  Dexter  were  honey- 
mooning in  New  York.  Brad  was  offered  the  male  lead  opposite  Margaret  Sidlavan  in  The 
Deep  Blue  Sea,  and  hurried  off  to  consult  the  play's  producer.  He  returned  with  the  usual 
box  of  Sherry  chocolates,  a  kiss  and  "I  love  you,  darling!"  Then  he  said,  as  Peggy  listened 
anxiously,  "I  refused  the  offer,  of  course." 

That  enabled  them  to  return  to  Hollywood  together. 

Peggy  is  at  the  peak  of  her  career,  and  her  seven-year  Warners'  contract  gives  her  career 
security,  just  as  her  marriage  to  Brad  gives  her  emotional  security  and 
a  stepfather  for  her  nine-year-old  daughter  Nikki. 

I  had  the  strong  impression,  visiting  them  in  their  honeymoon  suite 
in  the  Sherry -Netherland  Hotel,  that  they  are  a  well  matched  couple. 
Peggy  is  a  deep  thinker  and  a  student  of  philosophy  and  religion,  and 
Brad  is  a  quiet,  well-educated  actor  who  originally  studied  to  be  a 
lawyer.  "Brad's  got  a  strong  sense  of  justice  and  speaks  out  for  the 
truth,"  says  Peggy,  proudly.  "He  would  have  made  a  wonderful  lawyer." 
He,  in  turn,  is  very  proud  of  her  book  of  poetry,  "Softly,  With  Feeling." 

It's  significant  that  they  met  through  a  mutual  friend,  Dr.  Ernest 
Holmes,  a  minister. 

Next  to  her  husband,  Peggy's  favorite  subject  of  conversation  is  her 
daugkter.  "Nikki  campaigned  for  Ike.  She  smeared  the  neighbor's  cars  with  Ike  stickers  and 
she  went  around  for  weeks,  loaded  with  Ike  buttons.  When  Brad  and  I  left  for  New  York," 


!    she  made  me  promise  to  bring  back  two  photos 
i     — one  of  Ike  and  one  of  Jackie  Gleason.  Glea- 
son's  her  favorite  TV  star." 

Peggy  Lee  Dexter  is  still  a  very  moody  girl. 
"I  have  moods,"  she  confessed.  "One  year,  I 
feel  like  traveling,  and  the  next,  I  don't.  Right 
now,  I'm  in  between  moods."  Then  she  glanced 
lovingly  at  Brad.  "But  I'd  go  anywhere  with 
Brad!" 

I       the  ladies:  Marcia  Van  Dyke,  a  panelist 

i  on  her  husband,  Jack  Barry's  show,  Wisdom 
Of  The  Ages,  had  to  answer  this  question  re- 
cently: "With  whom  would  you  like  to  be 
stranded  on  a  desert  island?"  Remembering 
she  was  pregnant,  she  answered:  "No  doubt 

i  about  it — with  an  obstetrician!"  .  .  .  Zsa  Zsa 
Gabor  was  being  interviewed  by  Paula  Stone. 
Paula  suggested:  "Give  us  some  advice  on  how 
men  can  treat  their  wives."  "Never  good 
enough !"  snapped  Zsa  Zsa.  .  .  .  Those  gorgeous 
gowns  Jane  Froman  wears  are  by  Florence  Lus- 
tig  and  cost  $1,000.  They  are  rented  to  Jane, 
and  go  back  to  the  shop  as  floor  models  after 
each  show.  .  .  .  Bess  Myerson,  former  Miss 
America  and  now  an  NBC-TV  emcee,  is  five- 
feet-ten  in  her  stocking  feet  and  is  constantly 
being  asked  for  advice  by  other  tall  girls.  She 
told  one  girl,  "What's  really  necessary,  when 
with  the  man  who's  important,  is  to  make  him 
feel  taller.  Not  that  you  should  be  a  clinging 

i  vine,  but  a  man  does  like  to  be  looked  up  to — 
so  that  he  feels  dependable,  not  expendable." 

imogene  coca  retiring?  Imogene  Coca,  Sid 
Caesar's  partner  in  Your  Show  of  Shows,  is 
thinking  of  retiring  for  a  season  and  having  a 

I  baby.  She  is  married  to  Bob  Burton,  and  they 
have  often  discussed  the  possibilities  of  start- 

,  ing  a  family  before  "it  is  too  late!'  They  have 
been  married  for  many  years,  and  never  had 
money  enough  to  stay  put  for  a  while.  Imo- 

,     gene  has  been  making  fine  money  for  more 

,     than  four  years. 

Because  she  portrays  Sid's  wife  on  TV,  many 

.  fans  assume  she's  really  married  to  him.  As  a 
residt,  Imogene  has  had  to  write  magazine 
articles  entitled,  "No,  I'm  Not  Married  To  Sid 
Caesar."  Sid  is  married  to  a  former  model, 
Florence,  and  they  have  two  children. 

nina  foch  a  painter:  Nina  Foch,  who  has 
settled  in  New  York,  has  taken  up  painting 
seriously.  "I  paint  about  three  canvasses  a 
i  year  and  I  never  sign  them,"  she  says.  "I 
|  don't  want  anybody  to  buy  them  because  my 
name  is  on  them.  After  a  painting  is  sold, 
then  I  sign  it."  She's  proud  of  the  fact  she  re- 
cently sold  a  painting  "for  two  bills"  ($200). 

GODFREY  THE  HEADACHE- MAKER :  CBS's  big- 
gest money-maker  Arthur  Godfrey  is  also  its 
biggest  headache-maker.  His  most  recent  lulu 
i  was  speaking  up  for  his  pal,  Charles  E.  Wilson, 
when  his  nomination  as  Secretary  of  Defense 
was  controversial.  This  violated  a  network 
rule  against  entertainers  editorializing  on  con- 
i  troversial  subjects.  But  millionaire  Godfrey 
didn't  care.  He  just  went  of  on  a  two-week 
trip  around  the  world  with  another  pal, 
General  Curtis  Le  May. 

The  trouble  with  Godfrey  is  his  uninhibited 
tongue.  But  Godfrey  knows  it  is  also  the 
quality  that  attracts  such  an  army  of  fans. 
"People  like  me  that  way,"  he  says. 

Godfrey,  who  has  money  and  prestige, 
would  like  to  have  a  high  job  in  the  Eisen- 
hower government.  However,  it  would  have 
to  be  a  consultant  job,  as  his  contract  with 
CBS  has  years  to  go. 

the  rise  of  joni  james  :  The  five-foot  for- 
mer bra  model  from  Chicago  is  already  mak- 


ing more  than  $2,000  a  week,  because  of  her 
hit  recording  of  "Why  Don't  You  Believe 
Me?"  Yet,  as  she  recalls,  "Last  year,  I  was 
ready  to  give  up  and  get  married." 

She  had  been  singing  for  four  years  in 
"plush  hotels  and  junky  dives"  and  she  was 
discouraged.  Today,  she  is  surprising  every- 
body with  the  calm  efficiency  with  which  she's 
handling  her  career.  She  is  a  buxom  brunet, 
with  brown  eyes,  and  an  extroverted  personal- 
ity. When  mobsters  tried  to  "buy"  into  her 
career  as  managers,  she  rebuffed  them.  And 
when  somebody  discovered  she  had  never 
taken  vocal  lessons  in  her  life  and  wanted  to 
send  her  to  a  teacher,  she  refused.  She's  afraid 
taking  lessons  might  ruin  her.  Her  real  name 
is  Joanna  Carmelia  Babbo,  one  of  a  family  of 
six.  She  insists  she  has  no  intentions  of  marry- 
ing .  .  .  right  away. 

Margaret  o'brien's  kiss:  Margaret  O'Brien, 
now  a  slim  16  and  displaying  a  blossoming  fig- 
ure, has  been  in  New  York  with  her  mother. 
Her  mother  is  with  her  constantly,  and  Mar- 
garet has  not  been  seen  in  any  public  places 
with  boys.  There  is  still  a  shy  quality  about 
Margaret,  and  she  impresses  every  one  as  "a 
little  lady"  who  is  unspoiled.  Sweetness  rather 
than  sexiness  is  the  word  for  Margaret. 

When  she  was  signed  for  a  romantic  role  on 
a  recent  CBS  Lux  Video  Theatre,  her  role 
called  for  her  to  kiss  a  boy.  Assured  by  Mar- 
garet's mother  that  this  woidd  be  Margaret's 
first  public  romantic  kiss,  the  Lux  publicity 
department  hurriedly  prepared  to  turn  the  kiss 
into  a  big  publicity  splash.  But  somebody  did 
some  research  and  discovered  that  Margaret 
had  been  kissed  in  a  Columbia  movie.  Result: 
publicity  called  off. 

personalities:  The  Jack  Lescoulies,  thrilled 
when  expecting  their  first  baby  after  10  years 
of  marriage,  are  sad.  Mrs.  Lescoulie  lost  the 
baby  during  the  ninth  month.  .  .  .  Steve  Allen 
is  dating  Jayne  Meadows.  .  .  .  Maureen  Can- 
non married  Alan  Smythe,  a  New  Jersey  busi- 
nessman. .  .  .  Veronica  Lake,  with  her  three 
children,  has  settled  in  New  York  for  TV  work. 
.  .  .  Vincent  Lopez,  who's  quite  a  famous  as- 
trologer besides  being  a  fine  musician,  predicts 
that  Eddie  Cantor  will  have  a  "year  of 
change."  "If  he  undertakes  new  assignments," 
says  Lopez,  "they  will  be  of  short  duration, 
although  not  necessarily  unsuccessful."  .  .  . 
Robert  Merrill  returned  all  of  the  wedding 
gifts  he  personally  received  when  he  married 
Roberta  Peters.  .  .  .  Don  De  Leo,  tired  of  por- 
traying villains  on  TV,  shaved  off  his  mous- 
tache. So  what  happened?  He  is  still  doing 
villain  roles. 

no  dummy,  he:  A  newspaperman  was  in- 
terviewing Jimmy  Nelson,  the  young  ventril- 
oquist. "Isn't  it  true,"  said  the  newspaperman, 
"that,  after  a  while,  you  begin  to  identify 
yourself  with  the  wooden  dummy?"  "Hardly," 
replied  Nelson.  "I  have  three  children." 

sherwood  of  the  mounted:  Bobby  Sher- 
wood,  who's  so  fey  on  the  Milton  Berle  show, 
gets  up  early  for  his  WJZ,  New  York,  6:30 
a.m.  show.  So  he  brought  in -his  beautiful 
buckskin  mare,  Lady  Buck,  from  his  Hunter, 
N.  Y.,  farm  and  keeps  her  in  a  stable  near 
the  studios.  Every  morning,  after  the  show, 
and  still  wearing  blue  jeans,  he  takes  Lady 
Buck  for  a  canter  through  Central  Park.  A 
few  of  his  pals,  including  Mel  Torme,  Richard 
Hayes  and  Eileen  Barton,  join  him  for  occa- 
sional canters  through  the  park,  which  they 
call  Sherwood  Forest.  Sherwood  calls  his  pals 
the  Sherwood  Radio  TV  Rangers. 


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(Continued  from  page  16)  Mayo  a  bright  red 
nightgown  with  a  white  heart  to  fit  over 
her  own. 

SKIRMISHES  OF  THE  MONTH: 

Dean  Martin's  wife  Jeanne  accompanied 
Gordon  and  Sheila  MacRae  to  the  preview  of 
The  Desert  Song  the  night  the  Martin  separa- 
tion was  disclosed  .  .  .  Marilyn  Monroe,  who 
used  to  date  Freddie  Karger,  showed  up 
unexpectedly  at  a  dinner 
party  tossed  by  Janie  Wy- 
man  and  her  Freddie.  .  . 
Linda  Christian  has  been 
endorsing  everything  the 
advertisers  push  under  her 
nose,  from  beer  to  bed 
sheets,  and  Tyrone  Power 
hasn't  been  too  happy 
about  it  .  .  .  Loretta 
Young  hit  the  ceiling  when 
a  columnist  said  she  and 
Tom  Lewis  were  spatting  simply  because  Lor- 
etta had  moved  into  her  studio  dressing  room. 
Then  the  columnist  retracted  by  printing  an 
item  that  Loretta  was  living  in  the  dressing 
room  with  her  husband,  cook  and  masseuse  .  .  . 
The  neighbors  were  the  first  to  report  that 
Janet  Leigh  and  Tony  Curtis  have  been 
quarreling — the  arguments  were  that  noisy ! 

Errol  Flynn  and  spouse,  Patrice  Wymore, 
stayed  at  different  hotels  while  in  Rome.  And 
that's  not  doing  what  the  Romans  do  in 
Rome  atall,  atall  .  .  .  Nora  Eddington  Flynn 
Haymes  took  the  trouble  to  phone  me  with  a 
denial  that  she  and  Dick  were  breaking  up 
several  months  ago — and  this  after  I  saw  her 
dating  someone  other  than  Dick  at  Scandia  .  .  . 
There  were  dirges  also  from  the  Rhonda 
Fleming-Lew  Morrill  household  but  these  too 
were  denied  .  .  .  Saddest  break  of  the  year: 
Donald  and  Gwen  O'Connor  .  .  .  Blowoff  on 
the  Anne  Baxter-John  Hodiak  hassle  came 
when  a  lady  referred  to  John,  in  his  very 
presence,  as  Mr.  Baxter  .  .  .  Noisiest  fights  of 
the  season,  and  the  ones  to  which  we'd  like 
to  own  the  iodine  concession,  are  Cara  Wil- 
liams and  John  Barrymoe,  Jr.'s  .  .  . 

FINANCIAL  PAGE: 

Guy  Madison  will  make  more  dough  on  his 
one  picture  at  Warners  than  he  made  during 
his  entire  six  years  under 
contract  to  David  O.  Selz- 
nick.  And  no  one's  happier 
over  it  than  Guy's  ever- 
lovin'  Gail  Russell  ...  A 
Las  Vegas  nightclub  offered 
Mario  Lanza  $20,000  a  week 
to  sing  there,  fat  and  all  .  .  . 
Marilyn  Monroe  moves  up 
from  $750  to  $1,200  a  week 
at  20th-Fox  May  1  .  .  . 
Ann  Blyth  bought  a  three- 
bedroom  honeymoon  nest  in  Toluca  Lake  for 
$35,000,  right  next  to  Bette  Davis'  first 
honeymoon  home  .  .  .  John  Wayne  intends  go- 
ing back  to  that  $l,500-a-month  house  he 
rented  in  Acapulco.  Golly,  it's  romantic  that 
far  South-of-the-border !  .  .  .  Rosalind  Russell, 
who's  showing  Hollywood  how  great  she  is  in 
Broadway's  Wonderful  Town,  partnered  in  a 
ladies'  wear  and  leather  goods  business  with 
her  former  maid,  Hazel  Washington. 

Susan  Hayward  bought  a  1953  convertible, 
3  then  put  it  in  a  garage  and  took  off  for  Europe 


Blyth 


Reynolds 


with  Jess  Barker  .  .  .  George  Montgomery 
opened  another  furniture  store,  his  second,  in 
Beverly  Hills  .  .  .  Dana  Andrews  managed  to 
save  $20,000  a  year  for  the  past  12  years. 
That's  a  solid  nest  egg  of  $240,000  .  .  .  Olivia 
de  Havilland  won't  budge  from  her  insistence 
that  she  be  paid  $175,000  per  picture.  She's 
one  of  the  few  who  can  still  get  it,  and  didn't 
you  think  she  was  wonderful  in  My  Cousin 
Rachel?  .  .  .  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor  has  been  getting 
$3,000  a  week  to  go  out  on  tour  to  make  per- 
sonal appearances  with  Moulin  Rouge. 

FUNNIES: 

John  Derek  told  an  interviewer  he  calls  his 
wife  frequently.  Interviewer:  "What  an  odd 
name!"  .  .  .  Tab  Hunter  says  a  bee  is  an 
insect  that  gets  little  bumbles 
from  heaven  .  .  .  Spotting 
Mickey  and  Elaine  Rooney 
at  LaRue,  Craig  Hill  asked 
how  long  they've  been  mar- 
ried. "Seven  weeks?"  sput- 
tered Craig.  "And  I'm  the 
fool  who  said  it  wouldn't 
last!"  ...  At  lunch,  Debbie 
Reynolds  asked  for  ciga- 
rettes. "King  size  or  regu- 
lar?" asked  the  waiter. 
"Regular,"  said  Debbie,  "I'm  an  old-fashioned 
girl"  .  .  .  Howard  Keel  was  telling  Doris  Day 
he  knows  an  actress  who's  temperamental  only 
twice  a  year:  each  attack  lasts  six  months!  .  .  . 
Evelyn  Keyes  writes  from  Paris:  "The  most 
beautiful  day  in  my  life  will  be  when  I  can 
think  in  French — the  most  beautiful  night 
when  I  can  dream  in  French!"  .  .  .  Laraine 
Day  and  Leo  Durocher  were  having  a  playful 
argument.  Said  Laraine:  "Look,  Leo,  you'll 
never  divorce  me  because  you  don't  have  the 
strength  to  teach  another  gal  baseball!" 

I  went  to  the  Masquers  Club  testimonial 
for  Jane  Wyman,  a  fine  tribute  to  a  fine 
actress  .  .  .  Toastmaster  Art  Linkletter  said 
that  sitting  between  Janie  and  her  Freddie 
at  the  speakers'  table  was  "like  peeking  over 
a  transom!"  .  .  .  Jack  Warner  said:  "Janie 
has  been  under  contract  to  me  17  years,  and 
anybody  who's  been  at  Warners'  that  long  de- 
serves a  dinner  in  a  stadium!"  .  .  .  Janie  en- 
tertained the  guests  by  singing  "Red,  Rosy 
Apple"  and  "My  Honey  Man,"  after  which 
she  made  a  little  speech  of  thanks  for  the  honor 
bestowed  upon  her.  This  is  part  of  her  speech: 
"I  always  wanted  to  be  an  actress,  even  when 
I  was  third  girl  from  the  left  in  the  second 
row  of  the  chorus — but  I  could  never  make 
it  up  to  the  first  row  because  Alice  Faye  was 
always  in  my  way!" 

SEX  APPEAL: 

Oversleeper  June  Allyson  bought  an  electric- 
eye  alarm  clock  that  keeps  ringing  till  she 
gets  up  and  out  of  the  beam  .  .  .  Joan  Craw- 
ford wore  a  Hattie  Carnegie  nightgown  to  a 
party,  explaining:  "I'm 
having  more  fun  with  it  as 
a  dinner  dress  than  I  ever 
did  when  it  was  a  night- 
gown" .  .  .  John  Payne 
dropped  10  pounds  for  his 
role  as  the  prizefighter  in 
Crosstown  .  .  .  Far  be  it 
from  me  to  criticize  but  I 
think  Gene  Nelson  should 
get  rid  of  that  mustache  .  .  . 
Betta  St.  John  wears  a 
"sarini"  in  All  The  Brothers  Were  Valiant — 
a  cross  between  a  sarong  and  a  bikini  bathing 
suit  .  .  .  Terry  Moore  dyed  her  hair  the  exact 
color  of  boy  friend  Al  Besselink's. 

Piper  Laurie  celebrated  her  21st  birthday 


Crawford 


Clooney 


at — guess  where.  New  York's  Club  21,  natch! 
.  .  .  Clark  Gable,  I'm  told,  hasn't  been  taking 
care  of  his  health  lately  .  .  .  Things  you  can 
be  sure  of:  death,  taxes  and  the  fact  that 
Debra  Paget  bought  her  own  mink  coat  .  .  . 
U-I  signed  Brad  Jackson,  young,  muscular  and 
a  deadringer  for  Tony  Curtis.  Is  this  to  keep 
Tony  in  line?  .  .  .  Barbara  Stanwyck  gifted 
the  cast  and  crew  of  All  I  Desire  with  beauti- 
ful gold  presents.  She  is  one  of  the  few  stars 
who  still  splurges,  but  big,  when  her  pictures 
finish  shooting  .  .  .  Vic  Mature  got  a  poodle  cut 
for  his  role  in  The  Robe,  and  the  gals  out  at 
20th-Fox  claim  the  curls  suit  Vic  better  than 
they  do  Bob  Wagner  .  .  .  U-I's  new  starlet, 
Mamie  Van  Doren,  once  named  Zaba  Olander, 
employs  the  same  hairdo,  same  licking  of  the 
lower  lip  and  same  open-mouthed  posturings 
as  Marilyn  Monroe. 

HOLLYWOOD  HEARTBEATS: 

Seen  in  a  Beverly  Hills  parking  lot — Rita 
Hayworth  in  levis  and  a  red  sweater  with 
daughter  Rebecca,  looking  more  like  a  parking 
attendant  than  a  movie  star  .  .  .  Talk  of 
the  town — the  Bing  Crosby-Mona  Freeman 
datings  .  .  .  The  Rosemary 
Clooney- Jose  Ferrer  romance 
has  been  easing  up  and  will 
likely  continue  to  do  so  as 
long  as  her  career  keeps 
strengthening,  and  don't  ask 
me  how  come  I  know  so 
much !  .  .  .  Barbara  Ruick 
and  Bob  Horton  set  their 
wedding  for  August,  when 
his  divorce  from  Mary  Job 
will  be  final  .  .  .  Bob  Tay- 
lor sure  loves  those  homemade  hamburgers  his 
girl  from  Hamburg — Ursula  Thiess — whips  up 
for  him  .  .  .  Martha  Vickers,  Mickey  Rooney's 
ex,  is  painfully  thin.  Feller  named  Bob  Lane 
has  been  trying  to  fatten  her  up  but  he  likes 
her  any  which  way. 

Neatest  chassis  at  the  auto  show:  Barbara 
Darrow's.  Chauffeured  by  Byron  Palmer  .  .  . 
Judy  Powell,  Dan  Dailey's  ex-secretary,  cleared 
up  a  bet  with  Tab  Hunter  by  treating  to 
chocolate  sodas  at  Wil  Wright's  .  .  .  Marilyn 
Erskine,  who  is  Stanley  Kramer's  ex  and  who 
plays  the  role  of  Ida  Cantor  opposite  Keefe 
Brasselle  in  The  Cantor  Story,  and  Jim  Gates, 
the  television  director,  wish  everybody  would 
go  away  and  leave  them  alone  .  .  .  Sharman 
Douglas  and  Pete  Lawford  have  been  re- 
kindling an  old  flame.  Please,  not  that  again ! 
.  .  .  Maureen  O'Hara's  new  boy  friend  is  one 
of  the  wealthiest  men  in  Mexico  .  .  .  Ron 
Randell's  new  bride  is  seven  years  his  senior 
.  .  .  Don't  be  surprised  if  Keenan  and  Beetsy 
Wynn  have  reconciled  when  you  read  this. 

ODDS  BODKINS: 

Now  that  Phyllis  Kirk  is  a  neighbor  of  Gil- 
bert Roland  she's  wearing  toreador  pants  .  .  . 
Lon  McCallister  has  just  turned  30,  and  how 
does  your  lumbago  grow? 
.'  .  .  Anybody  noticed  how 
much  Marge  looks  like 
Gower  Champion,  and  vice 
versa?  ...  By  actual  count, 
during  a  15-minute  inter- 
view, Jane  Powell  said 
"Kiddo"  (it's  her  favorite 
expression)  15  times  .  .  . 
Jeanne  Crain  attends  more 
parties  than  any  other  gal 
in  town,  besides  raising  four 
children  .  .  .  Burt  Lancaster  has  been  carrying 
ballet  shoes  around  instead  of  weights.  He 
wants  to  star  in  a  musical. 

It's  been  five  years  since  James  Mason 


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wrote  a  magazine  piece  called  "Why  I  Won't 
Go  to  Hollywood"  (!?)  .  .  .  Marjorie  Steele 
was  embarrassed  on  the  No  Escape  set  when 
her  Howard  Shoup  gown  fell  apart  at  the 
most  provocative  seams  .  .  .  That  pretty  Penny 
Edwards  broke  down  and  admitted  to  me 
that  her  real  name  is  Millicent.  "Penny" — 
'"Cent"— get  it?  .  .  .  The  Irving  Thalberg 
Lodge  of  B'nai  B'rith  threw  a  banquet  for 
Dennis  Day  to  honor  him  for  his  interracial 
activities.  Irish  Denny  accepted  the  plaque 
tendered  him  in  Yiddish  .  .  .  Anyone  else  be- 
sides us  notice  that  Johnnie  Ray  looks  like  a 
sad  Howard  Keel?  .  .  .  Mario  Cabre,  the  bull- 
fighter, set  sail  for  Africa  with  the  announced 
intention  of  reciting  some  more  poems  to  Ava 
Gardner.  Shouldn't  somebody  tell  him  she's 
married  to  Frank  Sinatra? 

a 

QUICK  QUOTES: 

The  Duke  and  Duchess  of  Windsor  tossed  a 
dinner  party  in  New  York  for  Clifton  Webb 
and  Susan  Zanuck.  Susan  couldn't  locate  a 
maid  to  lace  her  into  her  gown.  So  Uncle 
Belvedere  took  over,  remarking  betimes,  "Why 
not — I've  been  dressing  my  mother  for 
years!"  .  .  .  Mel  Ferrer 
writes  from  Africa:  "The 
riots  have  calmed  down. 
Now  we  can  be  shot  at 
only  for  bad  acting,  so  don't 
expect  to  see  me  again"  .  .  . 
Jane  Russell,  during  the 
shooting  of  Gentlemen  Pre- 
fer Blondes,  kept  nagging  at 
Marilyn  Monroe  to  marry 
Joe  DiMaggio:  "Believe  me, 
honey — and  I  know  'cause 
I  married  one — athletes  make 
bands!"  .  .  .  Carole  Mathews: 
aren't  sufficiently  posterior-conscious.  It's  the 
last  impression  as  you  leave  the  room  that 
counts." 

Somebody  overheard  Lana  Turner  say: 
"Fernando  Lamas  is  a  fine  actor  but  I'm 
amazed  no  one  bothered  to  teach  him  English" 
...  A  newspaper  reporter  asked  George  Raft: 
"Have  you  ever  worked  with  Humphrey 
Bogart?"  George  replied:  "Well,  Bogie  worked 
with  me  in  a  few  pictures"  .  .  .  George  Sanders 
told  British  reporters  why  his  wife,  Zsa  Zsa 
Gabor,  will  go  to  the  top  of  the  acting  pro- 
fession: "There  just  isn't  anybody  in  Holly- 
wood strong  enough  to  stop  her !"  .  .  .  They 
had  Betty  Hutton  under  an  inhalator  when  I 
flew  up  to  San  Francisco  to  catch  the  Bomb- 
shell's stage  show  at  the  Curran  Theatre.  Betty 
couldn't  talk  (!!!)  but  Charlie  O'Curran  told 
me  she  had  knocked  herself  out,  up  to  my 
arrival,  giving  the  best  shows  of  her — or  any- 
body's ! — life.  And  if  you  know  Betty  you  can 
believe  it.  Anyway,  I  left  the  Bay  City  without 
seeing  her  perform — and  can  only  hope  that 
she'll  decide  to  put  her  show  on  in  Los  Angeles 
at  some  future  date  .  .  .  Bob  Hope:  "It's  too 
bad  Bing  Crosby  couldn't  come  to  this  dinner 
for  Cardinal  Mclntyre.  You  see,  he  couldn't 
find  a  sitter  for  the  Bank  of  America !" 
.  .  .  Bob  Taylor  comments  ominously  on  Ava 
Gardner's  slim  waist:  "It  could  get  her  ar- 
rested— no  visible  means  of  support"  ...  An 
extra  gandered  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor's  cleavaged 
gowns  and  cracked,  "Lincoln  to  the  contrary, 
all  women  are  not  created  equal"  .  .  .  Steve 
Cochran  told  a  newsgal  he  learned  all  about 
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(Continued  jrom  page  44)  The  wedding 
was  a  complete  surprise  to  everyone.  Anne 
hadn't  mentioned  to  anyone  that  she  was 
considering  marriage,  or  was  even  in  love 
for  that  matter.  She  had  dated  the  usual 
bachelors  about  town  but  no  one  at  her 
studio  gave  a  second  thought  to  Anne's  be- 
coming a  bride.  She  had  been  a  profession- 
al actress  since  the  first  year  of  her  life,  and 
with  only  21  birthdays  behind  her  seemed 
quite  willing  to  devote  herself  entirely  to 
her  work  and  to  enjoying  her  new-found 
success  in  movies.  And  then  on  Friday, 
May  16th,  she  telephoned  20th  Century- 
Fox  and  calmly  announced  that  she 
was  marrying  Mr.  Price  the  following 
day. 

Anne  is  "different"  in  Hollywood  in  that 
she  works  with  calm  assurance  and  com- 
plete lack  of  temperament.  In  the  three 
years  she  has  been  in  town  she  has  fulfilled 
the  best  hopes  of  the  directors  with  whom 
she  has  worked,  yet  managed  to  live  her 
own  life,  the  kind  of  life,  except  for  the 
hours  in  front  of  the  camera,  that  might  be 
lived  by  a  small  town  girl  at  college. 

Her  wedding  stayed  in  character.  It  was 
traditionally  beautiful,  quiet,  and  slightly 
crazy,  but  bare  of  crowds  and  flashbulbs.  It 
took  place  in  the  chapel  of  the  Harvard 
Military  School,  an  institution  in  North 
Hollywood  which  Bam  had  attended  in  his 
youth.  The  presiding  minister  was  a  friend 
of  Barn's,  and  families  of  both  the  bride  and 
groom  flew  into  town  from  New  York  and 
Porterville,  California,  respectively.  It 
should  have  gone  off  smoothly,  but  then, 
few  weddings  do.  Anne's  father,  prepara- 
tory to  giving  away  his  only  daughter,  was 
more  nervous  than  a  politician  on  election 
eve.  "Why,"  he  kept  growling,  "doesn't  the 
organ  start  playing?" 

He  ignored  the  fact  that  Bam  had  not  yet 
arrived,  and  for  her  part  Anne  was  won- 
dering, in  a  simmering  sort  of  fashion,  what 
Bam  had  been  doing  driving  in  the  opposite 
direction  as  she  and  her  father  had  ap- 
proached the  church.  She  calmed  her  own 
frazzled  nerves  by  telling  her  father  over 
and  over  that  they  were  to  use  the  lock 
step  going  down  the  aisle.  She  neglected 
to  so  inform  her  matron  of  honor  who,  as 
a  result,  eventually  went  trotting  briskly 
toward  the  altar,  leaving  the  bride  and  her 
father  leagues  behind.  Bam  finally  arrived, 
having  been  there  once  before  but  having 
forgotten  to  pick  up  his  best  man.  This  had 
now  been  rectified,  and  the  explanation  for 
his  driving  away  from  the  church  ten  min- 
utes before  the  scheduled  ceremony  was 
gratefully  accepted  by  Anne. 

Secure  in  her  knowledge  that  the  groom 
was  here  and  that  her  father  knew  all 
about  the  lock  step,  Anne  went  back  to 
visit  the  pastor,  who  was  just  donning  his 
robes  for  the  ceremony.  "He  looks  just 
wonderful  in  them,  just  beautiful,"  she 
confided  later  to  her  father  as  the  two  of 
them  stood  waiting  for  the  strains  of  Loh- 
engrin. "Blast!"  roared  her  father.  "This 
isn't  his  wedding!  It's  your  wedding!  When 
is  that  infernal  organ  going  to  start?" 


HP  he  tumult  and  the  shouting  and  the 
J-  wedding  over  with,  the  new  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Price  left  for  a  brief  honeymoon  in 
Yosemite  and  San  Francisco  and  then  re- 
turned to  their  two  apartments.  Each  was 
quite  small,  consisting  only  of  a  living 
room,  bath  and  kitchen,  and  they  decided 
to  keep  both  of  them  until  a  larger  apart- 
ment was  available.  They  lived  in  Anne's, 
and  Bam  used  his  for  his  work. 

Barn's  work  must  be  explained  in  order 
to  effectively  chronicle  the  first  months  of 
the  marriage.  In  his  study  of  motion  pic- 
ture production  he  must  turn  out  a  thesis, 


which  in  this  subject  consists  of  a  complete 
documentary  film,  written,  produced,  di- 
rected, photographed,  edited,  etc.  by  the 
student  himself.  Bam  chose  the  subject  of 
the  evils  of  drug  addiction,  and  when  he 
first  met  Anne  was  in  the  throes  of  inter- 
viewing those  unfortunates  who  had  been 
a  slave  to  the  habit.  The  project  went  on 
until  shortly  before  Christmas  of  1952,  the 
last  few  months  being  devoted  to  the  edit- 
ing, or  cutting,  of  the  film.  Luckily,  Dream 
Boat  was  Anne's  last  picture  until  she  be- 
gan her  role  of  the  swamp  girl  Flamingo 
in  Warner  Bros.'  A  Lion  In  The  Streets 
last  December.  As  a  result,  she  had  seven 
full  months  in  which  to  devote  her  time  to 
assisting  Bam.  She  was  alternately  his 
script  girl,  his  assistant  director,  and  his 
Girl  Friday,  and  in  helping  her  husband 
Anne  learned  more  about  what  goes  into 
making  a  movie  than  she  had  ever  gleaned 
from  her  own  work  in  front  of  the  cameras. 
"I  now  adore  all  assistant  directors,"  she 
announces,  "and  don't  know  how  they  ever 
keep  their  sanity." 

When  the  time  came  last  August  that  a 
larger  apartment  was  ready  for  occupancy, 
they  were  delighted,  although  the  more 
Bohemian  residents  of  their  neighborhood 
were  saddened  by  the  news  that  henceforth 
the  Prices  would  live  in  one  apartment. 
"What  a  dee-vine  arrangement!"  several 
gay  divorcees  had  clucked.  "Two  apart- 
ments!" Anne  merely  smiled.  To  each  his 
own,  she  figured,  and  for  her  there  was 
only  one  living  arrangement  for  a  marriage 
— two  people  with  one  key. 

The  new  apartment  gave  them  the  feel- 
ing of  great  spaciousness.  There  was  a 
living  room,  dinette,  bedroom  and  kitchen 
and  what's  more,  the  living  room  boasted 
a  fireplace.  At  last,  thought  Anne,  here  was 
a  real  home.  Moving  day  changed  her 
thoughts  somewhat.  Bam  filled  the  fire- 
place with  cameras,  tripods  and  batteries, 
and  flashbulbs  wandered  here  and  there 
onto  the  hearthstone.  His  desk  was  put  in 
the  dinette  and  within  two  days  he  had 
strung  wires  from  here  to  there  throughout 
the  room.  These  were  promptly  hung  with 
strips  of  film,  and  when  they  put  up  a  fold- 
ing screen  to  hide  the  working  room  from 
the  living  room  this,  too,  was  shortly  be- 
ribboned  with  film. 

In  the  days  when  Bam  was  shooting  his 
picture  things  were  fairly  neat.  His  day 
had  begun  at  seven  and  he  whisked  out  of 
the  house  with  his  cameras  and  came  back 
later  with  nothing  to  show  for  his  work  but 
neat  little  spools  of  film.  Last  fall  it  became 
a  different  story.  The  cutting  of  film  is  the 
messiest  part  of  the  business,  and  soon 
after  his  morning  coffee  Bam  disappeared 
behind  the  film  bunting  and  didn't  emerge 
until  dinnertime,  when  he  appeared  with 
bloodshot  eyes. 

"The  only  way  I  knew  he  was  there," 
says  Anne,  "was  from  the  noise  of  the 
movieola.  Or  if  he  wasn't  working  with 
that  he  had  the  radio  turned  on  full  blast." 

Once  in  a  while  she  parted  the  curtain  of 
film,  feeling  like  Sadie  Thompson  making 
an  entrance,  and  ventured  in  to  look  over 
his  shoulder.  A  scene  was  running  through 
the  movieola,  a  small  machine  used  by  film 
editors.  "Uh,  uh,"  Anne  would  say,  shaking 
her  head  in  a  negative  fashion.  "That 
should  be  a  closeup  right  there  instead  of 
a  long  shot." 

"You  think  so?"  said  Bam.  "Then  what 
about  the  closeup  that  comes  just  before 
that?   Before  the  fadeout." 

"Now,  wait  a  minute,  wait  a  minute,"  said 
Mrs.  Price,  putting  her  hands  over  her  eyes. 
"I  can  see  the  whole  thing  clear  as  day. 
Now.  If  you  put  the  closeup  before  the 
fadeout  and  then  follow  with  the — follow 
with  the — honey,  I'm  losing  it.  I'm  all  mud- 
dled. Goodbye."  And  she  parted  the  film 
curtain  once  more  and  left. 
Anne  didn't  often  enter  her  producer's 


den.  As  confused  as  it  was  Bam  knew 
where  to  find  every  scrap  he  wanted,  and 
as  a  result  neither  Anne  nor  the  woman 
who  comes  once  a  week  to  clean  dared  to 
go  near  the  cluttered  desk.  One  day  Anne 
stepped  squarely  on  a  closeup,  neatly  im- 
printing the  film  with  the  outline  of  her 
shoe,  and  she  was  so  angry  with  herself 
that  she  went  into  the  bedroom  and  sulked 
for  an  hour. 

While  Bam  was  thus  engrossed  Anne  had 
time  to  attend  to  her  own  affairs.  Those 
seven  months  of  freedom  gave  her  an  op- 
portunity to  learn  the  difference  between  a 
broiler  and  an  oven,  and  how  to  make  dirt 
disappear  from  a  house.  They  also  gave  her 
a  free  mind  with  which  to  struggle  with 
the  adjustments  necessary  in  a  new  mar- 
riage. Despite  her  youth  Anne  has  the  in- 
telligence to  know  that  it  takes  work  to 
make  a  good  marriage.  Most  people,  she 
figures,  are  dreamers.  They  think  that  fall- 
ing in  love  is  the  whole  answer  and  the  end 
of  all  effort,  but  Anne  knows  that's  when 
the  work  begins. 

'T'he  first  thing  she  learned  about  was 
Barn's  tremendous  energy.  Anne  had 
thought  she  was  similarly  endowed,  but 
after  a  month  of  trying  to  keep  up  with 
his  schedule  she  fell  by  the  wayside.  He 
was  up  at  seven  to  start  a  16-hour  workday 
and  Anne,  who  got  up  and  made  his  break- 
fast and  then  worked  all  day  by  his  side, 
was  exhausted  by  nine  p.m.  It  dawned  on 
her  finally  that  it  would  be  more  sensible 
to  stay  within  her  limits,  a  practice  which 
in  time  made  her  a  more  cheerful  bride. 

Her  next  step  was  to  worry  about  him. 
Nobody,  she  thought,  should  keep  up 
such  a  killing  pace,  but  she  learned  that  it 
is  Barn's  way,  and  that  if  she  fretted  about 
it  and  nagged  him  to  work  less,  it  would 
oniy  make  him  unhappy.  This  premise  was 
so  settled  in  her  mind  that  when  she  began 
work  in  A  Lion  InThe  Streets  and  had  to  be 
up  at  4  a.m.  and  at  the  studio  by  5:30,  she 
didn't  object  when  Bam  too  crawled  out  of 
bed  and  started  his  own  day  along  with 
her.  She  could  hear  him  whistling  in  the 
kitchen  as  he  started  the  breakfast  while 
she  took  her  shower,  and  she  knew  that 
this  was  what  he  wanted  to  do,  or  he 
wouldn't  be  doing  it.  She  has  contented 
herself  merely  with  talking  him  into  taking 
Sundays  off.  "You  know,  dear,"  she  said, 
"just  to  relax?  Maybe  take  a  drive  out  in 
the  country  or  something?" 

There  was  no  problem  with  the  tooth- 
paste tube;  they  use  different  brands  of 
toothpaste,  so  the  argument  never  arose 
about  whether  it  should  be  squeezed  flat 
or  rolled  from  the  bottom.  They  are  both 
prompt  people  and  never  have  to  wait  for 
each  other  to  dress,  and  each  is  so  atten- 
tive to  details  that  often  they  both  try  to 
pick  up  the  laundry  on  the  same  day.  But 
Anne  hit  a  snag  regarding  neatness.  In 
her  bachelor  days  she  had  always  tended 
to  strew  things  slightly  through  the  apart- 
ment, and  now  that  she  was  married  felt 
quite  miffed  when  Bam  left  his  sports  coat 
on  the  bed,  his  bath  towel  over  the  door 
and  yesterday's  shirt  on  the  floor.  She  was 
even  more  miffed  when  she  realized  that 
her  husband,  without  having  said  a  word, 
was  deliberately  demonstrating  to  her  how 
messy  a  home  could  look  when  its  residents 
let  things  falls  where  they  may.  By  now 
she  hangs  up  her  own  things  as  well  as  his 
and  the  other  day  when  he  asked  where 
his  jacket  was,  she  smiled  through  gritted 
teeth.  "I  hung  it  up,  dear."  Then  laughed 
out  loud. 

In  the  beginning,  there  was  a  budget,  an 
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Anne  kept  it  up  to  date  quite  dutifully  for 
two  weeks  and  then  discarded  the  idea  as 
entirely  too  much  trouble.  "Putting  down 
how  much  I  spend  for  soap,"  she  told  Bam, 
"can't  possibly  increase  our  income  or 
decrease  our  expenses.  As  far  as  I'm  con- 
cerned the  budget  book  is  a  big  fat  waste 
of  time." 

Their  bank  statement  arrives  and  stays 
for  days  on  the  same  table,  each  waiting 
and  hoping  that  the  other  will  be  a  martyr 
and  inspect  it  for  possible  errors.  Up  to  this 
writing  Bam  has  been  the  inevitable  loser, 
and  one  day  was  foolish  enough  to  attempt 
to  explain  to  his  bride  how  a  bank  state- 
ment should  be  checked.  "You  see,"  he  said, 
"you  merely  check  the  canceled  checks 
with  a  check  against  each — "  he  turned 
around  in  his  chair.  Anne  had  disappeared. 
"Where  are  you?"  he  called.  "I'm  explain- 
ing how  simple  it  is  to  do  this  thing!" 

Her  voice  floated  merrily  from  the 
kitchen.  "I'm  baking  a  pie,"  she  said.  "This 
is  something  I  can  wrap  my  mind  around." 

Anne  indeed  can  master  the  mysteries  of 
a  kitchen  and  is  rapidly  becoming  a  culi- 
nary queen.  Bam  is  no  slouch  himself  and 
on  Sundays,  the  only  day  they  have  time 
to  sit  leisurely  over  breakfast,  his  waffles 
alternate  with  Anne's  popovers. 

HPhey  both  wear  white  terrycloth  fatigue 
outfits  around  the  apartment,  and  other 
residents  refer  to  them  as  the  ghost  couple. 
The  neighbors  have  also  had  occasion  to 
note  that  the  young  Mr.  Price  may  possibly 
be  out  of  his  head.  There  for  a  few  weeks 
he  was  frequently  seen  in  the  garden,  leap- 
ing into  the  air  and  flailing  his  arms  for  no 
obvious  reason.  What  Bam  actually  was 
doing  was  collecting  food  for  his  wife's  new 
pet,  a  green  creature  three  feet  long  which 
Anne  describes  as  "a  friendly  snake."  She 
had  first  become  addicted  to  snakes  back 
in  Atlanta  on  a  p.a.  tour  when  one  night 
she  was  standing  in  the  wings  of  a  theater 
and  felt  a  light  touch  on  her  shoulder. 
Turning,  she  saw  the  head  of  a  good  sized 
serpent  nestling  on  her  upper  arm.  This 
particular  snake  was  due  to  go  on  stage 
soon  with  his  own  act,  and  when  editor 
Paul  Jones  of  the  leading  Atlanta  news- 
paper saw  that  Anne  was  not  only  unafraid 
but  quite  fascinated,  he  offered  to  send  her 
a  snake  for  a  pet.  Told  it  was  impossible 
to  adopt  her  newfound  friend  for  her  very 
own,  she  agreed  to  accept  a  substitute.  "But 
be  sure,"  she  told  Jones,  "that  he  is  a 
friendly  one." 

The  wire  arrived  a  few  days  after  Anne's 
return  to  Hollywood,  "curly  arriving  eight 

MONDAY  MORNING  ON  SUPER  CHIEF  COMPART- 
MENT six."  Arrived  at  the  railroad  depot  on 
Monday,  Anne  looked  up  compartment  six 
and  found  a  pale  and  shaken  newspaper- 


woman who  held  out  to  Anne,  at  arm's 
length,  an  immense  glass  jar  rilled  with 
Curly.  "Here,"  she  said  in  a  weak  voice, 
"you  take  him.  I  haven't  been  able  to  eat 
a  thing  since  I  boarded  the  train." 

Curly  was  taken  home  and  given  loving 
care.  The  neighborhood  was  nonplussed  by 
Barn's  daily  safari  for  a  boxful  of  insects, 
and  friends  of  the  young  couple  did  not 
take  kindly  to  being  met  at  the  Prices'  front 
door  by  Bam  wearing  Curly  in  his  hair  or 
around  his  neck.  All  things  must  come  to 
an  end,  however,  and  when  Curly  died  a 
few  weeks  later  everyone  was  quite  jubi- 
lant, except  Anne  and  Bam.  They  have 
concluded  that  it  would  be  easier  to  raise 
something  more  along  the  human  line  and 
are  hoping,  after  they  eventually  buy  the 
house  they  are  saving  for,  to  start  a  family 
of  their  own. 

1X/T  eanwhile  their  respective  parents  are 
delighted  with  the  marriage.  Barn's 
mother  and  father  came  down  to  Hollywood 
last  Thanksgiving,  armed  with  candy  and 
cookies  and  flowers,  plus  wood  for  the  fire- 
place. The  latter  was  stacked  out  of  sight 
for  the  bright  day  when  the  fireplace  would 
be  empty  of  camera  equipment,  and  then, 
because  the  dinette  was  bursting  with  film, 
they  all  went  for  Thanksgiving  dinner  to 
the  home  of  Barn's  friends  in  Whittier,  17 
miles  away.  It  was  to  this  same  house  that 
last  summer  Anne  and  Bam  decided  to 
walk,  and  did.  When  the  elder  Prices  heard 
about  the  jaunt  they  looked  at  each  other 
and  beamed.  Wherever  else  would  their 
son  have  found  a  girl  who  liked  to  walk  as 
much  as  he  does? 

When  Anne's  parents  came  west  for 
Christmas,  a  fire  was  blazing  in  the  fire- 
place and  a  dinette  set  sat  where  it  ought 
to  sit — in  the  dinette.  They  had  a  merry 
holiday  and  a  fine  dinner  and  when  it  was 
mentioned  that  Thanksgiving  day  had  been 
spent  with  their  friends  in  Whittier — the 
place  17  miles  away  where  they  had  once 
walked — Mr.  and  Mrs.  Francis  caught  each 
other's  eye  across  the  table.  Where  else 
could  Anne  have  found  a  boy  who  liked  to 
walk  as  much  as  she  does? 

So  although  Anne  and  Bam  can  account 
for  their  finances  only  the  first  two  weeks 
of  their  marriage,  although  he  puts  her 
through  her  paces  in  the  matter  of  putting 
things  away,  although  their  first  year  was 
lived  with  a  movie,  and  although  Anne 
goes  away  from  home  and  orders  snakes 
delivered  on  her  return,  this  one  looks  as 
though  it's  going  to  last.  He  brings  her 
flowers  "for  no  special  reason",  they  com- 
pletely understand  each  other's  work,  and 
they  like  to  walk  like  nobody  else  on  earth. 
To  top  it  all,  Bam  approves  of  her  driving. 
"And,"  says  Anne  proudly,  "he  told  me 
that  after  we  were  married!"  END 


just  what  the  doctor  ordered 


(Continued  from  page  41)  star-studded 
mother  in  Hollywood. 

And  I  might  add,  it  also  belonged  to  one 
of  the  most  beautiful  babies.  Yes,  Michael 
Howard  was  a  property  owner  before  he 
was  born.  "The  man  who  built  the  house 
gave  our  expected  baby  an  acre  and  a 
half  of  land." 

He  pointed  out  young  Michael's  section 
— an  up-ended  acre  that  dropped  sheerly 
into  a  deep  canyon.  "I  hope  the  boy  never 
falls  out  of  his  property,"  I  said.  "It  looks 
as  though  he'll  need  the  legs  of  a  mountain 
goat  or  a  helicopter  to  reach  it."  Mike 
shrugged.  He'd  let  the  lad  figure  that 
one  out  in  the  future.  Mike  was  too  busy 
living  for  the  day. 

"And  wouldn't  you  know,"  I  said,  "that 
you'd  cover  your  yard  with  diachondra  in- 


stead of  grass."  Diachondra  is  a  small 
plant  that  requires  no  mowing — just  the 
thing  for  the  labor-loathing  Wildings. 

The  pool  was  small,  but  electrically 
heated.  Mike  considers  it  a  great  luxury, 
since  swimming  pools  are  rare  in  his  native 
England.  He  takes  four  or  five  dips  a  day. 
Between  his  swimming  and  Liz'  bathing, 
they're  the  cleanest  couple  in  town. 

"On  a  clear  day,"  Mike  continued,  "we 
can  see  Catalina  when  we  sit  up  in  bed. 
I  only  hope  that  Catalina  can't  see  us." 

That's  hardly  likely.  The  house,  a 
strictly  modern  affair,  has  a  small  yard 
surrounded  by  a  high  fence.  It  pops  into 
view  before  a  stranger  knows  he's  near  it. 
The  mailbox  still  bears  the  name  of  "Ted 
McClellan,"  the  industrialist  who  built  the 
place.  Mike  and  Liz  haven't  yet  got  around 
to  putting  up  their  shingle. 

The  yipping  of  two  dogs  told  me  I  was 
at  the  right  place.   Those  dogs  are  part 


of  Liz'  eternal  menagerie.  Come  husbands, 
babies,  or  what-have  you,  Liz  would  feel 
naked  without  her  animals.  If  the  animals 
weren't  sufficient  identification,  an  enor- 
mous packing  box  would  give  you  another 
clue.  It  rests  beside  the  driveway  and 
bears  the  inscription:  "Made  in  England" 
and  "Mr.  M.  Wilding." 

"Well,"  I  said,  "you  can  certainly  look 
down  on  many  famous  people."  On  the 
winding  road  up  the  hill  you  pass  the 
homes  of  Danny  Kaye,  Ronald  Colman, 
Katharine  Hepburn,  Fred  Astaire,  Mary 
Pickford,  Charlie  Chaplin,  Constance  Ben- 
nett, and  King  Vidor. 

"Isn't  that  wonderful,"  said  Mike,  usher- 
ing me  through  a  small  hallway  into  a 
huge  combination  living-dining  room.  The 
windows  reach  from  floor  to  ceiling  to 
take  advantage  of  the  view.  All  the  furn- 
ishings are  as  modern  as  the  house. 

The  color  accent  of  the  living  room  is 
purple— a  blue -violet  divan  with  purple 
pillows;  purple  glassware  gleaming  from 
various  spots;  before  the  rock  fireplace  a 
purple  chair.  It  was  obvious  that  some- 
body's favorite  color  was  purple,  and  I 
soon  learned  that  somebody  was  Liz.  Her 
bachelor-girl  apartment  had  been  domi- 
nated by  green  and  chartreuse  (which  she 
loathed)  and  always  looked  as  though 
somebody  had  moved  in  but  never  got 
around  to  settling  down. 

But  Mrs.  Michael  Wilding's  home  al- 
ready has  the  air  of  permanency.  The 
walls  are  covered  with  paintings.  A  huge 
landscape,  a  wedding  gift  from  her  art- 
dealer  father,  hangs  above  the  divan.  Next 
to  it  is  an  Augustus  Johns  portrait.  Be- 
side the  fireplace  is  a  life-size  bronze  bust 
of  a  girl  by  the  noted  sculptor  Jacob  Ep- 
stein. Mike  confided  that  he  knew  the 
girl  who  had  posed  for  the  statue. 

An  accent  of  humor  is  added  to  the 
dining  room  section  by  a  caricature  Jean 
Negulesco  did  of  Liz  when  she  was  ex- 
pecting the  stork.  It  shows  her  in  black 
slacks,  a  full  purple  smock,  and  a  tousled 
head  of  hair.  Mike  can  always  point  to 
it  and  say,  "That,  my  dear,  is  how  you 
looked  in  the  first  year  of  our  marriage." 

Liz'  hair  was  still  touseled  when  she 
entered  the  room.  A  poodle-cut,  without 
waves,  produced  a  shaggy  effect.  Her 
flowing  white  dressing  gown  concealed  her 
figure;  but  her  face  was  no  longer  oval. 
It  was  round.  Except  for  lipstick  she 
wore  no  make-up,  and  no  jewelry  except 
a  plain  gold  wedding  ring  on  her  finger, 
and  a  tiny  gold  cross  around  her  neck. 
Her  eyes  were  sleepy,  and  she  looked  as 
relaxed  as  the  black  cat  that  lay  sleeping 
on  a  green  upholstered  bar  stool  in  a  cor- 
ner of  the  room.  But  she  was  still  beautiful. 

Making  a  mock  curtsey,  I  exclaimed, 
"Why,  Liz,  you  wore  that  dressing 
gown  a  year  ago.    Shame  on  you." 

"But  I'm  much  poorer  and  much  older 
now,"  she  protested.  The  wind  which 
had  been  blowing  hard  all  day  now  began 
to  howl  around  the  house.  At  the  sound 
Liz'  eyes  were  no  longer  sleepy.  They 
opened  wide.  "Welcome  to  Wuthering 
Heights,"  she  said.  "I'm  supposed  to  go 
back  to  work — terrible  thought — in  three 
weeks;  and  I've  got  to  lose  some  weight, 
but  fast." 

"Well,  you  can't  do  it  by  diet  alone,"  I 
said.  "I've  got  a  wonderful  masseur,  Dr. 
Fred  Nelson,  who  could  take  those  extra 
inches  off  you." 

"How  much  does  he  charge?"  was  her 
first  question. 

At  that,  a  dead  silence  fell  over  the 
room,  and  everybody  did  a  double-take. 
For  Liz  to  ask  about  the  price  of  any- 
thing was  like  an  atheist  asking  the  way 
to  church.  Finally  Peggy  Rutledge  (Liz' 
secretary)  turned  to  me  and  said,  "Are 
you  sure  you've  come  to  the  right  ad- 
dress?" 


"We're  very  poor,"  Liz  continued,  "and 
I  have  to  think  of  prices.  We  call  this 
'Suspension  House'." 

"In  one  year,  we've  had  a  year  and 
five  months  of  suspensions  between  us, 
a  record  for  one  family,"  explained  Mike. 
"I  was  on  suspension  four  months;  and 
Liz,  seven.  Then  we  both  had  a  three- 
months  layoff.  Figure  it  up.  We've  been 
suspended  so  long  we  feel  like  bats  hang- 
ing from  the  rafters."  In  Hollywood 
language  "suspension"  means  being  taken 
off  studio  salary  for  failure  to  do  a  pic- 
ture assigned  one,  or  for  having  a  baby. 

"But  we're  all  set  now,"  said  Liz.  "Mike 
has  one  picture  coming  up;  and  I  have 
two.  How  much  does  your  masseur  charge, 
seriously?" 

"If  he  charged  by  the  pound  ..."  I  re- 
plied, studying  her  figure,  then  stopped 
with  a  gasp.  I  noticed  Liz  was  wearing 
bedroom  slippers.  "Well,  well,"  I  roared. 
"Mike  finally  got  shoes  on  you  and  took 
his  off." 

"He  got  shoes  on  me!"  exclaimed  Liz. 
"When  did  this  happen?  I'm  always  a 
fashion  plate  when  you're  around,  you 
know." 

"Of  course,"  said  I.  "You  and  Mike  must 
come  to  a  party  I'm  giving  next  week." 

"Party,"  replied  Liz  in  a  shocked  voice. 
"I  haven't  a  thing  to  wear.  All  my  old 
clothes  are  too  small.  And  I'll  be  darned 
if  I'm  going  to  buy  anything  until  I've 
reduced." 

"The  party's  being  given  for  Dana  Tas- 
ker,  the  man  who  got  your  pretty  puss 
on  the  cover  of  Time.  He  wants  to  meet 
you,"  I  said. 

"Maybe  he'd  buy  me  a  new  dress,"  Liz 
hinted. 

"Maybe  he  would,  but  I  doubt  it,"  I  said. 
"Perhaps  I  could  promote  you  a  free  mas- 
sage upstairs  while  the  party's  going  on 
below." 

"You're  a  real  little  sport,"  said  Liz  with 
a  smile. 

"She's  a  very  difficult  girl  to  handle," 
said  Mike.  "The  reason  she  put  on  so 
much  weight  is  that  she  drank  and  ate 
everything  in  sight,  especially  milk,  dur- 
ing her  pregnancy.  The  doctor  told  her 
to  slow  down  on  that  milk  consumption, 
that  she  was  gaining  too  much  weight. 
But  she  just  batted  those  baby  blue  eyes 
at  him  and  said,  'But  I  like  milk.'  Natu- 
rally the  doctor  couldn't  resist  her.  He 
said,  'Well,  have  milk  then.  Have  it.'  She 
put  on  40  pounds." 

"Forty  pounds!"  I  yelled. 

"But  I've  already  lost  25,"  she  said.  Then 
added  kiddingly,  "You  see  I  owed  it  to 
myself  to  remain  strong  and  healthy.  The 
baby  would  have  got  enough  food  from 
me,  no  matter  how  much  I  weighed.  All 
that  calcium  in  the  milk  was  good  for  him." 

As  Liz  told  this  grandmother  all  about 
what  you  must  go  through  to  have  a  fat, 
healthy  baby,  Mike  sat  in  the  purple  chair 
and  beamed  at  her.  They  seem  to  appre- 
ciate each  other's  sense  of  humor.  When 
Liz  scored  a  wisecrack,  Mike  smiled  like 
the  cat  that  swallowed  the  canary.  But 
since  the  topic  Baby  had  been  brought 
up,  he  asked,  "Don't  you  want  to  see  him, 
Hedda?" 

"Sure,"  I  said.    "That's  why  I'm  here." 

The  statement  brought  pandemonium. 
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of  stuffed  animals:  Bears,  deer,  dogs,  and 
cats.  Toy  soldiers  stand  at  attention  on 
top  of  a  chest  of  drawers.  Also  in  the  room 
were  a  tiny  blue  chair,  a  bed  for  the  nurse, 
a  large  canopied  child's  bed,  a  bassinet  with 
yellow  organdy  ruffles  and  a  pure  white 
blanket  with  "Michael"  embroidered  on  it 
in  pink,  and  a  small  basket  which  holds 
the  baby  when  he  travels  to  and  from  the 
doctor's  office.  But  tiny  Michael  Howard 
was  oblivious  to  all -these  comforts  of  home. 
He  was  sleeping  soundly  on  his  stomach  in 
a  small,  plain  perambulator.  A  pink  blan- 
ket hid  all  but  his  head,  which  was  cov- 
ered with  dark,  black  hair,  like  Liz'.  He 
has  a  turned  up  nose  and  tiny  ears  that  lie 
flat  against  his  head. 

"And  he  has  blue  eyes,"  said  Mike,  pull- 
ing back  the  blanket  so  I  could  see  all  of 
his  son.  "And  see  how  long  he  is."  He  was 
as  proud  as  a  mother  hen  with  just  one 
chick  over  his  son  and  heir. 

"Has  he  shown  any  special  talent?"  I 
asked. 

"Certainly,"  said  Mike.  "He  knows  when 
to  stop  feeding.  Unlike  most  babies  who 
over-eat  then  up-chuck,  our  boy  stops, 
breathes  a  while,  then  goes  back  to  his 
food." 

On  the  walls  I  spotted  a  picture  of  Liz, 
and  asked,  "Now  who  ever  did  that?  It's 
a  horror." 

"It's  Michael's  first  attempt  at  painting. 
He  did  it  from  a  photograph  when  he  had 
to  return  to  London,  and  I  had  to  stay  in 
Hollywood  to  finish  a  picture,"  said  Liz. 

"Don't  shoot,  Hedda,  I'd  never  do  another 
one,"  Mike  added. 

"I  did  the  other  picture  with  the  snow 
and  two  deer  when  I  was  12,"  said  Liz. 

"Now  for  the  bedroom,"  I  said. 

Tiz  led  the  way.  I  nearly  had  a  stroke 
when  I  saw  the  size  of  the  bed.  "It's 
only  seven  feet  by  seven  and  a  half,"  said 
Liz.   "I  wanted  one  nine  by  nine." 

"She  didn't  know  her  bed  or  sheet  sizes," 
Mike  broke  in.   "This  one  is  great." 

"Somewhat  like  a  battle  ground,"  said  I. 

"Sure,"  said  Liz,  "it  gives  you  room  to 
kick  around  and  do  all  sorts  of  things  with- 
out disturbing  one  another." 

The  room  was  definitely  pink,  with  a 
huge  television  set  facing  the  bed,  and  a 
chaise  longue  beside  it.  There  was  an- 
other TV  set  at  the  bar.  "You  must  be 
nertz  about  television,"  I  suggested. 

"A  family  arrangement,"  Mike  explained. 
"Liz  loves  murder  mysteries,  and  I  like 
boxing.   With  two  sets  there's  no  conflict." 

The  bedroom  was  immaculate,  and  I 
commented  on  it.  "But  don't  look  in  the 
bathroom,"  pleaded  Liz. 

"Tell  me,  Mike.  Is  she  still  careless 
about  hanging  up  her  clothes?"  I  asked. 
"She  used  to  leave  them  wherever  they 
fell." 

"I  told  you  not  to  look  in  the  bathroom," 
giggled  Liz. 

"Well,"  said  Mike,  "she  has  fewer  clothes 
to  drop  now.  But  thank  goodness,  she 
doesn't  drop  the  baby.  As  a  matter  of  fact, 
she's  a  good  mother.    I'm  proud  of  her." 

"I  don't  see  what  that  has  to  do  with 
motherhood,"  pouted  Liz.  "I  know  a  lot  of 
old  people  who  leave  their  clothes  all  over 
the  place.  My  husband,  for  instance.  But, 
Hedda,  don't  you  think  the  bedroom  does 
look  neat?" 

"Yes,"  I  replied,  "but  I'll  bet  my  hat  you 
cleaned  it  up  when  you  learned  I  was 
coming  up  to  see  you." 

"You're  quite  right,"  Mike  admitted. 
"Things  were  dripping  all  over  the  place 
until  I  suggested  it  be  tidied  up  before  you 
got  here.  I  had  an  idea  you'd  like  to  see 
the  bedroom." 

"You  were  quite  right  about  that  too," 
said  I. 

"It's  a  model  of  neatness,"  declared  Liz. 
When  we  arrived  back  in  the  living  room, 
Peggy  brought  out  the  other  baby  of  the 


family — a  tiny  black  poodle  named  Mug- 
wumps. The  poodle  and  its  mother  began 
cavorting  all  over  the  place.  Coffee  ar- 
rived. Liz  picked  up  the  silver  pot,  act- 
ing as  though  it  were  so  heavy  she  couldn't 
hold  it.  "For  heaven's  sake!  Put  it  down. 
You'll  scald  us  all,"  I  cried. 

"It's  so  heavy,"  signed  Liz,  collapsing  on 
the  sofa  and  stretching  herself.  "I  think 
I'll  take  a  nap.  I  just  got  up  before  you 
came.   I  hadn't  been  out  of  bed  all  day." 

"You  get  up  at  three  in  the  afternoon?" 

"Well,  I'd  been  awake  for  quite  a  few 
hours,"  she  explained.  "The  doctor  told 
me  I  must  sort  of  take  a  nap." 

"She  must  sort  of  take  a  nap;  so  she 
sleeps  all  day,"  I  said.  "She's  really  play- 
ing her  role  to  the  hilt.  Mike,  I'm  afraid 
you've  got  yourself  a  real  lazy  girl." 

"It's  all  right,"  he  said,  tossing  a  smile 
at  his  wife.   "I'm  sort  of  lazy  too." 

T  iz  just  lay  there,  looking  utterly  help- 
less.  And  I  could  just  see  everybody  in 
house  breaking  their  necks  to  cater  to  her 
slightest  whim.  She  was  living  it  up  and 
liking  it. 

"Now,  my  girl,  tell  me  how  it  feels  to  be 
a  mother,"  I  said,  knowing  I'd  laid  myself 
open  with  that  one. 

"I  like  it,"  said  Liz  in  imitation  of  Jerry 
Lewis.  "I  hope  you  didn't  expect  anything 
more  intelligent  in  the  way  of  an  answer." 
Then  she  sat  up  and  had  herself  a  cup  of 
coffee,  resting  the  cup  on  a  purple  pillow 
in  her  lap.  "No,  really,"  she  added,  "he's 
a  very  good  baby — cries  only  when  he's 
hungry,  and  gets  hungry  only  on  schedule. 
But  he's  so  tiny  and  delicate,  I  do  worry 
when  I  have  to  flip  him  over  in  the  crib." 

"Do  you  bathe  him?"  I  wanted  to  know. 

"No.   But  Mike  helps,"  she  said. 

"I  was  up  at  the  crack  of  dawn  this 
morning,"  he  said.  "The  nurse  did  the 
bathing  though.  I  stood  by  watching  and 
looking  like  a  fool."  He  got  up,  slipped 
into  the  nursery,  and  came  back  with  a 
puzzled  expression.  "He's  sleeping  with 
his  eyes  open,"  he  said.  "He's  got  one  eye 
open  and  the  other  shut." 

"He's  not  asleep,  love,"  said  Liz.  "Mi- 
chael gets  upset  so  easily,"  she  explained. 
"Bless  his  heart.  The  night  the  baby  was 
■  born,  the  doctor  told  him  the  operation 
would  take  about  12  minutes  and  promised 
to  let  him  know  whether  he  had  a  boy  or 
girl  as  soon  as  the  Caesarean  was  over. 
But  somebody  forgot;  and  Mike  had  to  wait 
45  minutes." 

"I  was  climbing  the  walls  by  the  time  I 
got  the  news,"  said  Mike. 

"When  he  was  finally  taken  to  see  the 
baby,  Mike  thought  it  was  like  an  opening 
night,"  continued  Liz.  "A  curtain  was 
raised,  and  he  spotted  a  nurse  standing  be- 
hind the  glass  with  her  mask  on.  The  baby 
had  one  eye  open  and  the  other  closed 
then.  Mike  cried,  'Oh,  my  God,  he  has  only 
one  eye.'  Then  he  started  making  frantic 
signs  and  yelling  to  the  nurse,  'What's 
wrong  with  the  other  eye?'  She  leaned 
over  and  gently  pried  the  eye  open." 

'"Phe  poodle  yipped  at  the  puppy  under 
Liz'  feet.  She  jumped,  exclaiming, 
"Please.   My  nerves." 

"What  did  you  think  of  the  baby  when 
you  first  saw  him?"  I  asked. 

"I'd  had  a  spinal  block,  but  was  awake 
when  he  was  born,"  said  she.  "He  was  five 
seconds  old  when  I  first  saw  him.  The  doc- 
tor was  holding  him  by  his  feet;  and  the 
baby  was  bright  purple — my  favorite 
color." 

"That  children  survive  at  all  is  wonder- 
ful," said  Mike.  "After  one  breath,  the 
doctor  holds  them  up  by  one  leg  to  drain 
the  mucus  from  the  lungs.  The  baby  just 
dangles  there,  chokes,  and  becomes 
purple." 

"What  a  colorful  description  for  a  father 
to  make!"  laughed  Liz.    Then  she  turned 


erious.  "An  hour  after  Michael  was 
torn,  he  was  brought  to  me;  and  I  saw  that 
ie  was  beautiful.  He  was  all  pink  and 
vhite,  with  no  wrinkles  in  his  skin,  and  a 
leautifully  shaped  head.  He  opened  his 
•yes  when  I  reached  for  him.  He  was 
leautiful.  I  couldn't  be  making  all  this  up." 

"Did  you  get  an  attack  of  those  'baby 
ilues'  that  many  mothers  have  after  giving 
>irth  to  their  children? "  I  asked. 

"No,"  she  replied.  "I  was  very  happy. 
Jut  I  was  nervous,  without  being  afraid, 
>efore  his  birth.  I  didn't  have  time  to  think 
nuch  of  the  operation,  because  I  was  told 
t  would  be  necessary  only  a  day  before  it 
lappened.  But  it  has  taken  me  longer  to 
ecuperate  than  I  thought  it  would.  I  fig- 
ired  I'd  be  jumping  from  room  to  room  in 
t  week.  But  it's  taken  me  a  month  already, 
ind  time's  a-wastin'.  You  know  I'll  be  21 
he  end  of  this  month.  Then  I'll  be  a 
voman!" 

"Okay,"  I  said,  remembering  how  sensi- 
ive  Liz  was  about  her  youth.  "When  are 
rou  going  to  have  your  next  baby?" 

"In  18  months  or  so,"  she  said.  "I  want 
ny  children  to  be  born  close  together.  I 
<uess,"  she  added  with  a  laugh,  "I'll  have 
o  arrange  to  have  them  during  my  sus- 
jensions." 

"That's  an  idea,"  said  Mike.  "Check  with 
he  accounting  department  at  the  studio 
md  find  out  when  you  can  have  your  next 
:hild." 

"Work!"  she  sighed.  "Reducing!  No 
'ooling,  how  much  does  that  masseur 
iharge?" 

"Stand  up  and  pull  in  your  stomach,"  I 
said.  "I  want  to  see  how  your  figure  really 
ioes  look." 

She  did  as  I  requested,  murmuring, 
'Sylph-like,  that's  me." 

What  I  saw  made  me  scream,  "Elizabeth! 
flow  could  you?" 

"Just  call  me  Temptress  Taylor,"  said 
she. 

"You'd  better  start  getting  that  off  quick- 
ly," I  advised,  and  then  told  her  how  much 


per  hour  my  favorite  masseur  charg. 

"What  do  you  think,  love?"  she  asked 
Mike. 

"It  sounds  interesting,"  he  replied. 

"You've  got  an  appointment  with  your 
doctor  in  about  15  minutes,"  Peggy  Rut- 
ledge  told  Liz. 

"So  I  have,"  said  she.  "This  is  Thursday, 
isn't  it?" 

We  all  agreed  it  was. 

During  the  whole  proceedings,  Mike  was 
content  to  leave  the  spotlight  on  Eliza- 
beth. He  just  sat  there  in  his  purple  chair, 
grinning  at  her  feminine  shenanigans.  But 
when  Liz  retired  to  dress,  he  went  to  the 
bar  and  mixed  himself  a  gin  and  tonic,  ex- 
plaining that  the  limes  he  used  were 
"homegrown". 

How  languid  Liz  dressed  so  quickly,  I 
wouldn't  know.  But  before  Mike  had  time 
to  take  a  sip  of  his  "tonic,"  she  was  back, 
wearing  black  velvet  slacks  with  bejeweled 
shoes  to  match  and  a  huge  white  sweater 
with  a  turtle  neck  to  which  was  fastened 
two  gold  safety  pins.  She  sat  down  by  Mike 
and  reached  for  his  drink.  He  shrugged 
and  handed  it  over,  muttering,  "Just 
what  the  doctor  ordered.  Reducing  stuff." 
(She  sipped  a  third  of  the  contents  before 
handing  it  back.) 

"Well,  my  dear,"  said  I,  "it's  just  as  the 
girl  claims.  She  has  to  keep  up  her  strength, 
you  know." 

I  glanced  at  the  black  cat  still  slumbering 
on  the  bar  stool,  and  it  occurred  to  me  that 
the  cat  sets  the  pace  for  the  Wildings' 
household.  I  had  a  feeling  that  in  a  way 
they  envied  him.  After  all,  he  didn't  have 
to  work;  he  slept  the  hours  away;  and 
when  he  wanted  food,  he  got  it  and  never 
had  to  worry  about  what  it  did  to  his  fig- 
ure. Yes,  sir,  a  cat  can  look  at  a  queen, 
but  a  movie  queen  can  also  envy  a  cat.  END 

(Liz  can  be  seen  in  MGM's  The  Girl  Who 
Had  Everything.  Michael's  latest  picture 
is  The  Scarlet  Coat.) 


bride  of  faith 


(Continued  from  page  53)  approval  of  His 
Church,  and  to  consecrate  my  life  to  the 
services  of  God  in  His  sick  and  in  His 
children." 

Thus  began  not  only  the  biggest  news 
story  of  the  Hollywood  year,  but  one  of 
the  greatest  stories  ever  told  in  all  of 
Hollywood's  history.  Many  people,  of  shal- 
low understanding  in  Hollywood  and  else- 
where, think  it  a  defeatist  one — picturing 
June  Haver  as  a  tragic  fugitive  fleeing 
from  a  blighted  life.  Because  in  the  minds 
of  the  unenlightened  a  nun's  life  is  a  sad 
one— especially  when  a  young,  beautiful, 
vivacious,  talented  and  famous  girl  as- 
sumes it.  This  could  not  be  further  from 
the  truth.  In  tribute  to  June — who  though 
gone  will  be  long  remembered  and  loved 
for  what  she  was  and  is — the  story  de- 
serves to  be  truly  told. 

It  is  not  a  story  of  sadness  .  .  .  but  one 
of  ecstasy  and  joy. 

It  is  not  the  story  of  a  girl  fleeing  from 
life  .  .  .  but  one  of  a  girl  flying  to  a  larger 
life. 

It  is  not  the  story  of  a  world  lost  but 
of  a  world   everlastingly  found. 

It  is  not  the  story  of  a  great  love  de- 
nied .  .  .  but  of  the  Greatest  Love  realized. 

It  is  not  a  story  of  failure  .  .  .  but  the 
story  of  a  girl  who  was  tested  and  found 
fit  to  serve. 

|  If  it  had  been  possible  to  ask  June  Haver, 
as  she  abandoned  spotlighted  Hollywood 
for  her  new,  anonymous  and  consecrated 
'life,  why  she  had  made  that  decision,  she 


could  not  have  told  you  more  than  did  that 
poem  which  she  carried  in  her  purse— a 
poem  printed  in  a  brochure  of  St.  Mary's 
Academy  of  the  Sisters  of  Charity,  which, 
her  heart  at  last  had  told  her,  was  the  most 
beautiful,  serene,  happy  and  desirable  place 
in  all  the  world  for  her  to  be. 

So  desirable  that  she  was  leaving  Holly- 
wood three  days  early,  because  her  eager- 
ness to  be  there  was  so  great.  At  that,  she 
felt  she  was  late;  June  had  planned  to 
enter  St.  Mary's  last  August,  but  she  could 
not  finish  her  final  picture,  The  Girl  Next 
Door,  that  soon. 

By  now  June  Haver  has  already  been 
three  months  a  postulate  in  the  proba- 
tionary period  required  of  all  aspirants  to 
the  Sisterhood.  In  three  months  more,  she 
will  put  on  the  white  veil  of  a  novitiate. 
After  two  more  years  of  study,  training 
and  prayer  she  will  be  professed  as  a 
Sister  of  Charity,  assume  her  black  veil 
and  take  her  religious  name.  She  will  also 
take  three  sacred  vows  before  the  Altar 
of  her  God: 

The  vow  of  poverty.  The  vow  of  chas- 
tity. The  vow  of  obedience. 

Each  year  after  that  June  will  renew 
her  vows.  At  the  end  of  seven  and  one  half 
years  since  the  doors  of  St.  Mary's  closed 
behind  her  last  February  she  will  take 
her  final,  lifetime  vows.  Then  there  will 
be  no  more  June  Haver  as  the  world  has 
known  her.  Actually  there  is  none  now. 
No  one  who  knows  her  has  any  doubt  that 
June  will  succeed  in  her  quest.  June  has 
never  failed  at  anything.  "I  know  what  I 
want  to  do,"  she  said  on  leaving,  "but  what 
I  want  must  also  be  what  God  wants.  May 
His  will  be  done."  (Continued  on  page  96) 


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Already,  His  will  has  been  done,  in  one 
beginning  way.  Because  it  is  solely 
through  the  gradual  extension  of  His 
Grace  that  June  Haver  finally  took  the 
step  which  she  did,  a  step  which  stunned, 
shocked,  puzzled  and  amazed  most  of 
Hollywood  and  most  of  the  world,  even 
though  it  was  plainly  approaching.  Many 
could  not  even  believe  it,  though  all  the 
omens  were  there:  June  made  a  pilgrim- 
age to  Rome  in  the  Holy  Year  of  1951  and 
had  an  audience  with  Pope  Pius  XII;  she 
twice  visited  St.  Mary's  in  Leavenworth;  it 
was  known  that  she  had  applied  for  dis- 
pensation to  allow  her,  a  divorcee,  to  as- 
sume the  holy  robes  of  a  nun;  she  auc- 
tioned off  her  furniture  a  month  before, 
gave  away  her  clothes,  jewelry  and  per- 
sonal effects  to  her  sisters  and  friends;  she 
instructed  her  agent,  Ned  Marin,  to  advise 
her  studio,  20th  Century -Fox  where  she 
had  starred  for  ten  years,  that  she  would 
not  re-sign  and  would  not  accept  the 
$14,000  salary  due  for  her  last  month.  All 
of  this  pointed  to  her  decision. 

Only  her  mother,  sisters,  church  officials 
and  a  few  family  standbys,  such  as  Joe 
Campbell,  June's  faithful  escort,  and  Dr. 
Al  Metus,  a  family  friend,  knew  for  sure 
precisely  what  she  was  planning.  And 
June  told  the  world  only  what  she  felt  it 
had  a  right  to  know. 

Big  story  or  not,  Hollywood  reporters 
respected  June's  wishes  and  the  wishes  of 
her  church — that  beyond  her  statement, 
she  be  pressed  for  no  more  interviews. 
Her  statement,  by  the  way,  was  written 
by  June  herself,  without  consultation  of 
the  local  Catholic  Chancery.  They  found 
it  perfect.  In  that  statement  June  antici- 
pated the  news  bombshell  she  was  touch- 
ing off:  "To  all  my  friends,"  she  wrote, 
"...  I  am  about  to  do  something  that 
some  of  you  perhaps  will  find  it  difficult 
to  understand.  .  .  ." 

June  was  right.  Some  did  not  understand. 
The  first  conclusions  were  sad,  fastened 
conveniently  to  the  unhappy  episodes  in 
June  Haver's  young  life: 

Her  short  lived,  disillusioning  marriage 
to  Jimmy  Zito,  the  moody  Italian -Amer- 
ican trumpet  player.  .  .  .  Their  divorce 
and  the  block  to  future  marriage  it  posed 
for  June  in  the  eyes  of  her  church  which 
does  not  recognize  divorce.  .  .  .  Her 
fruitless  appeal  to  the  Sacra  Romano  Rota, 
for  an  annullment  of  that  mistake.  .  .  . 
Her  engagement  to  Dr.  John  Duzik,  the 
blond  Beverly  Hills  dentist,  and  his  tragic 
death  on  the  eve  of  their  supposed  wedding 
plans.  .  .  .  And  June  Haver's  own  re- 
peated bouts  with  ill  health,  accidents 
and  painful  operations. 

Some  even  suggested  that  these  illnesses 
had  made  it  impossible  for  June  to  bear 
children,  the  mission  of  every  devout 
Catholic  girl  in  the  outside  world.  Some — 
as  some  would  in  Hollywood — whispered 
cruelly  that  June  Haver's  career  was 
fading. 

These  latter  "explanations"  were  false. 
Although  the  personal  tragedies  and  or- 
deals that  June  suffered  had  been  only 
too  true,  it  was  long  before  those  tragedies 
arrived,  long  before  she  married  Jimmy 
Zito,  met  John  Duzik  or  felt  surgical  pain, 
that  June  Haver — June  Stovenour  then — 
experienced  strong  spiritual  stirrings.  A 
deep  religious  longing  was  planted  in  her 
even  as  a  girl.  And  the  seed  that  was  to 
blossom  and  bear  holy  fruit  was  nurtured, 
not  in  the  shade  of  sadness,  but  in  the 
sunshine  of  a  bright,  expansive,  and  vitally 
ambitious  a  personality  as  the  town  of 
Rock  Island,  Illinois,  where  she  was  born, 
on  June  10,  1926,  has  ever  known. 

Back  then  her  yearnings  were  more 
vague,  but  they  were  yearnings  just  the 
some.  Her  family  likes  to  recall  that  June 
was  born  with  a  veil  over  her  face. 
Through  the  ages,  some  people  h?ve  inter- 


ji 

preted  that  nativity  phenomenon  as  a  sig;;  o 
of  great  talent;  others  give  it  deep  re  a 
ligious  significance.  In  June's  case  bot  E 
have  always  applied.  But  while  sh  i; 
flaunted  her  talent  for  entertaining  other:  >' 
her  spiritual  side  was  a  private,  and  fo  | 
a  while,  even  a  secret  matter  with  June 

It  was  a  secret,  because  from  girlhoo<  [ 
June   was    irresistibly    attracted    to   th  ' 
Catholic  Church,  and  that  was  not  th 
church  of  her  family.  The  Stovenours  an 
Hansens     (her    mother's    family)  wer 
Protestants  with  ministers  in  the  familj  li 
June  didn't  want  to  hurt  them.  But  i 
high  school,  after  classes  she  would  taki  k 
her  younger  sister  Evelyn's  arm,  and  th1  la 
two  would  disappear. 

"We  would  go  to  another  part  of  towi 
picking  our  way  across  a  high  railroa 
trestle  to  St.  Joseph's  Church,"  Evelyn  re 
members.  "For  as  long  as  she  could,  Junto 
would  sit  in  a  pew  and  look  steadily  s  li 
the  altar  with  its  flickering  candles.  Mayb 
she  prayed,  I  don't  know.  We  didn't  sa 
much,  going  or  coming.  But  every  tim 
June's  face  seemed  to  glow  with  happines 
and  peace.  It  was  as  if  she  needed  thos 
visits.  We  kept  them  up  a  long  time, 
never  said  anything." 


June's  father,  Fred  Stovenour,  who  w 
divorced  from  her  mother,  Marie,  whe1 
June  was  only  ten,  recently  ascribed  hi  i 
daughter's    attraction    to    the    Catholi  a 
Church  as  due  to  the  shock  of  that  famil 
rift.    "When  her  mother  and  I  were  di  ( 
vorced,"  he  said,  "it  made  quite  an  im 
pression  on  her  and  it  influenced  her  i 
finding  a  religion  where  divorce  is  nri^i 
permitted." 

Psychologists  might  agree.  Yet  whil 
June  loved  her  fascinating  father,  froi 
whom  she  inherited  her  own  musical  abilii 
ty,  she  also  got  along  famously  with  he 
stepfather,  Bert  Haver,  whom  her  mothe 
married  next.  In  fact,  June  adopted  h 
name  when  she  turned  professional  an  s 
has  used  it  ever  since.  There  has  neve 
been  any  symptom  of  bitterness  or  lac 
of  understanding  in  June's  makeup  an 
up  until  she  left  for  St.  Mary's  she  re  ! 
mained  devoted  to  her  mother,  now  mar 
ried  to  her  third  husband,  Andrew  Otter 
stad.  June's  attraction  to  the  ancient,  or 
thodox  Church  of  St.  Peter  would  seei 
to  lie  deeper  than  that  perhaps  contribu 
ting  cause. 

But  if  her  parents'  breakup  was  a  reasoi  a 
it  was  to  carry  a  bitter  irony.  Because  th: 
sanctity  of  marriage  which  June  sougi 
when  she  became  a  Catholic  herself  we 
the  first  law  she  broke,  the  sole  sin  shf* 
was  to  commit  in  her  adopted  religion. 

June  Haver  was  15  when  Ted  Fio-Rit 
the  band  leader,  needed  a  singer,  hear 
about  June  Stovenour  in  Rock  Islan 
wired  from  Chicago,  listened  to  her  sir 
"Embraceable  You"  and  hired  her  to  joi 
his  band  on  tour  at  $75  a  week.  Jimmt 
Zito  was  his  other  discovery,  a  17 -year 
old  trumpet  wizard  who  could  ramble  o  I 
his  golden  horn  like  the  Angel  GabrK 
himself.  He  was  a  Catholic.  He  had  nevef; 
been  away  from  home  either. 

All  the  zig-zag  course  of  that  trip,  £ 
June  sang  her  way  to  Hollywood,  she  anl 
the  black -haired,  slender,  quietly  attrae  j 
tive  boy  paired  off.  It  was  the  first  rc  'i 
mance  of  June  Haver's  life.  In  Rock  Islan 
she  had  never  had  a  real  sweetheart  e  I 
gone  "steady."    Not  that  there  was  ar  g 
thing  wrong  with  her.  June  just  was  tc 
busy,  too  ambitious,  too  eager  to  sprea 
herself  around.  Her  heart  wanted  to  em 
brace  everyone,  not  any  single  one. 
still  does. 

But  Jimmy  and  June  were  both  wic 
eyed,  excited  and  thrilled  with  their  ur 
believable  breaks.  They  revelled  in  tf 
spotlights,  crowds,  big  hotels  and  cafe 
They  were  the  youngest  two  in  the  troup 
Jimmy  was  a  sweet,  unsophisticated  be 


hen.  June  was  as  fresh  as  a  budding 
ose.  Mrs.  Haver  chaperoned  them  as  they 
aw  the  sights  of  new  cities — St.  Louis, 
)allas,  Des  Moines,  Denver — heard  Jim- 
ly  shyly  call  her  "Mom."  It  was  a  rosy 
nterlude  which  June  Haver  never  forgot 
-what  girl  ever  forgets  her  first  romance? 


I"  une  Haver  was  at  her  most  impression- 
'  able  age  when  she  arrived  in  Holly- 
wood. She  saw  her  first  movie  studio, 
laking  some  musical  shorts  with  Fio-Rito's 
and.  The  big  league  of  talent  and  accom- 
lishment  all  around  her  was  inviting, 
romising,  irresistible.  June  talked  her 
lother  into  staying  in  Hollywood.  The 
[avers  moved  out,  bag  and  baggage.  Jim- 
ly  Zito  and  the  band  traveled  on. 
At  Beverly  Hills  High  it  was  the  same 
;ory  for  June  that  it  had  been  in  Rock 
iland.  Her  beauty,  vivacity,  magnetism 
ad  friendliness  captured  everyone,  in- 
uding  a  host  of  Hollywood  talent  agents 
ho  saw  June  in  a  school  play.  Darryl 
anuck,  back  from  Army  duty,  was  im- 
ressed  and  put  her  right  away  into  Home 
i  Indiana,  where  as  the  blonde  charmer 
Uri-Cri"  she  shared  a  hit  which  started 
er  career  right  off  in  high  gear,  along  with 
lother  pretty  newcomer  named  Jeanne 
rain. 

In  person  June  was  a  fun  girl  .  .  .  popu- 
ir,  asked  everywhere,  bubbling  with  life, 
nkling  with  wit  and  laughter.  June  Haver 
ad  dates  galore.  But  never  was  there  any 
;andal  of  any  kind.  No  one  ever  was  June 
aver's  enemy. 

That  was  the  girl  Hollywood  knew — a 
recocious  Miss  determined  to  get  what 
le  wanted;  clever,  aggressive,  ambitious 
id  irresistible.  When  she  was  chosen  for 
le  role  of  Marilyn  Miller  in  the  life  story 
hich  Warners'  had  held  cautiously  six 
ears  for  the  right  star,  all  Hollywood 
ghed,  "What  more  could  any  girl  want?" 
June  herself  didn't  know,  but  she  was 
taking  an  earnest  search  for  it.  She  had 
een,  quietly,  unobtrusively  for  many 
ears.  After  she  had  returned  from  Ken- 
icky  location  with  Home  In  Indiana  she 
egan  instruction  in  the  Catholic  faith  at 
xe  Church  of  the  Good  Shepherd  in  Bev- 
:ly  Hills.  Even  as  the  trumpets  blared 
Dout  her  earthly  success,  June  took  her 
rst  consecrated  vows,  administered  by 
[onsignor  Patrick  Concannon.  She  took 
lem  with  her  sisters,  Evelyn  and  Dorothy, 
erhaps  even  then  she  realized  she  was 
:arching  for  love.  A  love  that  would 
;ach  to  the  depths  of  her  heart  and  satisfy 
ie  inner  yearning  which  she  appeased 
ily  when  she  entered  the  Church  of  the 
iQod  Shepherd  and  prayed.  June  never 
dssed  a  Sunday  mass  from  the  day  she 
as  converted.  That  is  where  she  went 
ith  John  Duzik  on  their  first  date.  Liter- 
ly,  they  met  by  an  accident. 
A  bump  in  a  picture  scene  cracked 
ie  of  June's  front  teeth,  capped  for  the 
imeras,  and  she  was  directed  to  the  skill- 
il  young  Beverly  Hills  dentist.  His  recep- 
onist  has  said  that  June  asked,  "Is  he 
.arried?"  when  the  tooth  repair  was  over. 

so,  that  was  more  a  sample  of  June's 
uety  than  sudden  passion.  John  Duzik 
as  not  the  kind  to  inspire  sudden  pas- 
on.  And  the  evidence  shows  that  cer- 
inly  at  the  start  he  was  more  in  love 
ith  June  than  she  with  him. 
John  Duzik  was  27  when  June  Haver 
et  him — nine  years  older  than  she.  He 
as  no  Adonis  or  Romeo,  although  a  nice- 
oking,  stockily  built  man  with  wavy 
ond  hair  and  a  reliable,  assuring  smile, 
e  was  a  devout  Catholic,  a  good  and 
ilid  man.  He  was  the  last  person  in  the 
orld  June,  or  anyone  else,  would  ever 
link  could  innocently  bring  her  heart- 
:he — the  heartache  of  self  reproach — or  a 
Kief  that,  paradoxically,  was  to  lead  her 
i  joy  and  peace. 

There  is  no  doubt  that  Dr.  Duzik  fell 


deeply  in  love  with  June.  Whether  she  did 
with  him  then  is  another  question.  While 
she  was  making  Oh,  You  Beautiful  Doll 
he  slipped  an  engagement  ring  on  her  fin- 
ger. June  kept  it  but  she  didn't  wear  it. 
Pretty  soon  she  gave  it  back. 

T)  erhaps  even  then  June  was  groping  for 
a  greater  spiritual  love.  Or  perhaps  she 
couldn't  forget  Jimmy  Zito,  with  whom  she 
had  kept  in  touch.  Shortly  after  June  and 
John  Duzik  reached  and  passed  the  climax 
of  their  first  romance,  Jimmy  showed  up  in 
Hollywood  again.  He  seemed  like  the  same 
old  Jimmy — except  for  a  tiny  black  mous- 
tache— the  boy  who  had  first  touched  her 
heart.  When  this  time  he  asked  her  to 
marry  him,  June  found  herself  saying, 
"Yes."  They  were  married  in  Las  Vegas  on 
March  9,  1947.  Because  both  were  Catholic 
they  were  remarried  at  St.  Timothy's  17 
days  later.  June  Haver  gave  her  heart  im- 
pulsively, romantically  and — as  it  turned 
out — tragically.  They  lived  together  three 
months  almost  to  the  day.  Nobody  knows 
just  why  her  disillusionment  was  so  great, 
but  she  won  her  divorce,  March  25,  1948 
on  grounds  of  mental  cruelty  and  Jimmy 
Zito  did  not  contest  it. 

Some  close  friends  of  June's  think  that 
it  was  her  broken  marriage  which  first 
pointed  June  toward  a  nun's  life.  "June," 
says  one,  "carried  away  a  deep  sense  of 
sin  from  the  divorce  court.  She  felt  she 
had  flouted  the  laws  of  her  church.  She 
felt  she  must  make  penance.  Her  one  de- 
sire became  a  chance  to  expiate  her  trans- 
gression." 

This  might  seem  strange  reasoning  in 
the  face  of  June's  second  and  serious  ro- 
mance with  John  Duzik,  who  stepped  back 
into  her  life  with  love  and  understanding. 
There  is  no  doubt  that  he  had  worshipped 
her  always — and  June's  family,  along  with 
everyone  else,  believe  he  was  the  love  of 
her  life,  as  well.  Yet,  while  they  were  at 
last  engaged,  there  was  never  any  definite 
date  to  marry,  as  most  people  suppose. 
There  could  not  be  with  June  until  she 
had  been  absolved  by  her  conscience  and 
her  church.  She  had  not  received  absolu- 
tion by  August  1949  when  John  entered 
St.  John's  hospital  for  a  simple  operation 
for  stomach  ulcers. 

June  was  then  making  The  Daughter 
Of  Rosie  O'Grady.  For  a  while  he  seemed 
progressing  perfectly,  then  internal  bleed- 


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For  eight  weeks,  while  she  danced  and 
sang  on  the  set,  sometimes  until  midnight, 
June  went  through  a  private  Gethsemane, 
as  her  fiance  lingered  agonizingly  between 
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blood  transfusions.  June  slept  in  the  hos- 
pital on  a  cot,  prayed  in  tire  chapel,  kept 
vigil  by  his  bed  every  free  hour.  But  to 
no  avail.  On  the  Sunday  morning  of  Octo- 
ber 30th,  John  Duzik  died. 

One  close  friend  is  sure  that  was  when 
she  made  her  final  decision.  "June  felt  that 
John  Duzik's  death  was  her  punishment, 
and  a  sign  from  Above,"  he  believes.  "She 
felt  responsible.  From  that  minute  she  put 
herself  in  the  hands  of  God  and  was  deter- 
mined to  find  a  way  to  walk  in  His  steps." 

She  found  the  way  at  her  place  of  suf- 
fering, St.  John's  Hospital.  The  Sisters 
of  Charity  who  staff  St.  John's  helped  her 
.  .  .  not  by  persuasion  but  by  example  of 
their  work  and  their  lives. 

June  was  a  patient  at  St.  John's  herself 
four  separate  times — for  ulcers,  for  an  ap- 
pendectomy, for  a  ruptured  abdomin?! 
organ,  for  a  twisted  back.  These  operations 
and  illnesses  were  devastating  to  her  frail 
body— she  lost  pounds  she  could  not  afford 
— but  they  were  nourishing  to  her  soul, 
and  they  brought  her  the  opportunities 
she  was  seeking  to  prepare  herself  for  the 
selfless  life  of  mercy  which  she  longed  for. 

During  the  past  three  years  June  has 
spared  nothing  of  herself.  She  has  eaten 
irregular  meals,  exhausted  her  strength, 
risen  at  dawn  to  set  out  on  endless  rounds 
of  benefits  for  needy  causes,  driven  and 
flown  thousands  of  miles — often  alone — to 
raise  money  for  or  bring  cheer  to  orphan- 
ages, small  churches  and  parish  houses. 
To  visit  hospitals  and  private  homes. 

To  none  of  this  has  there  been  the 
slightest  touch  of  sadness  or  gloom. 
Friends  who  have  worried  about  June 
Haver's  "loneliness"  because  she  had  few 
dates  with  men  and — by  Hollywood  stand- 
ards— little  fun,  need  not  have.  "I  have 
never  been  happier  in  my  life,"  June  told 
me  once  during  this  time.  Anyone  who  has 
really  been  close  to  her  knows  that  despite 
her  skimpy  sleep  and  driving  urge  to  give 
of  herself,  she  has  never  been  gayer,  never 
more  beautiful,  radiant,  or  desirable. 

During  the  three  days  that  June  spent 
in  seclusion  with  her  family  before  flying 


to  Kansas,  Evelyn,  who  is  closest  of  all  to 
June,  asked  her  this  question.  She  said: 

"June,  if  you  had  received  your  dispen- 
sation from  the  church,  if  John  had  lived, 
do  you  think  you  would  ever  have  given 
your  life  to  God?" 

"Yes,"  June  replied.  "I  think  I  would. 
I  think  it  was  meant  to  be." 

June's  Holy  Pilgrimage  and  visit  to  the 
Holy  Land,  brought  her  spiritually  much 
nearer  to  her  own  consecration.  Coming 
back  she  spent  a  week  at  the  mother  con- 
vent of  the  Sisters  of  Charity  in  Kansas. 
There  June  realized  that  a  nun's  life  is  a 
positive  one,  a  life  of  service  and  accom- 
plishment, for  which  a  girl,  such  as  her- 
self who  had  lived  and  loved,  known  the 
world  and  its  people,  is  far  more  fitted 
for  church  work  than  one  who  has  shrunk 
from  experience.  She  learned  that  the 
Sisters  of  Charity  is  a  penitent  order, 
opening  its  doors  to  girls  who  have  been 
married,  lost  their  husbands  through  death 
or  even  divorce,  experienced  sin  or  sor- 
row in  their  lives.  It  is  an  American  Sister- 
hood, founded  86  years  ago  by  the  daugh- 
ter of  a  Methodist  minister,  converted,  as 
June  was,  to  Catholicism. 

In  spite  of  her  qualifications,  June  was 
given  no  promise  then,  and  sought  none 
herself.  Although  she  knew  what  £*a 
wanted,  she  was  not  certain  she  was  reauy, 
still  unsure  that  it  was  His  will  for  her  to 
serve.  The  past  two  years  have  been  a 
test  and  vigil  for  June,  preparing  herself 
for  sisterhood  and  awaiting  signs  of  His 
will.  They  have  come  to  her  unmistakably. 
She  has  experienced  miracles  of  faith.  The 
first  appeared  the  week  she  returned  to 
Hollywood  from  her  pilgrimage  in  1951. 

June  had  departed  carrying  a  sadness 
deep  in  her  heart.  It  concerned  a  special 
friend  of  hers,  a  paraplegic  in  the  Naval 
Hospital.  He  was  apparently  hopelessly 
paralyzed  and  wasting  away;  doctors  gave 
him  only  weeks  to  live.  On  her  journey 
June  prayed  daily  for  him,  made  offerings 
in  his  name  at  the  shrines  she  visited, 
asked  the  holy  people  she  met  en  route 
to  pray,  too.  Back  home,  she  hurried  to 
the  hospital  but  he  was  nowhere.  She  was 
afraid  to  ask.  The  answer  seemed  plain: 
He  had  died  in  spite  of  her  appeals,  just  as 
John  Duzik  had. 

That   night   her   telephone   rang.  "Hi, 


Junie,"  greeted  a  strong  voice.  "It's  me! 
How  am  I?  I'm  great!  Got  out  of  the  hos- 
pital. Have  my  own  house.  How  about  a  j 
date  tonight?"  June  raced  over,  her  eyes  ! 
brimming  and  her  heart  surging  with  the 
meaning  of  the  miracle. 

Soon  after,  on  the  International  Film 
Festival  flying  junket  June  took  through 
South  America,  a  little  black  native  girl 
came  up  to  June  in  Trinidad  and  handed 
her  a  miraculous  medal.  She  did  not  know 
June's  story,  what  was  already  in  her 
heart,  even  that  she  was  a  Catholic.  Min- 
utes later  when  their  plane  took  off,  the 
rudder  jammed.  They  all  missed  death  by 
inches.  Further  on,  at  the  Rio  de  Janiero 
airport  almost  the  same  thing  happened. 
A  Brazilian  girl  again  handed  June  a 
miraculous  medal — and  again  their  plane 
failed  to  rise,  circled,  dumped  2,500  gal- 
lons of  gas,  fought  its  way  back  through 
a  blinding  fog  and  miraculously  brought 
them  safely  down. 

'"Fhese  are  only  samples.  June  has  had 
them  all  along — children  doomed  to  die 
who  got  well  when  she  prayed,  private 
agonies  only  she  knows  about  eased,  great 
and  small  miracles  of  faith  that  were  signs 
to  her  of  approaching  Grace.  After  June 
left  for  her  novitiate,  her  family  took  over 
her  mail.  Only  then  did  they  learn  about 
the  hundreds  of  private  charity  cases  she 
interested  herself  in. 

Last  summer  June  knew  she  was  ready. 
She  had  a  cleared  application  for  the  Sis- 
ters of  Charity.  Her  heart  was  pure  and 
eager.  She  had  a  body  that  was  fit — as  it 
must  be  to  enter  St.  Mary's.  Her  health 
was  checked,  her  medical  certificate  signed, 
her  list  of  supplies  every  postulate  must 
take  assembled.  She  had  the  blessing  of 
her  family.  She  had  the  summons,  the  call,  d 
and  the  Grace  she  knew  she  must  feel.  She  i 
wanted  to  enter  the  class  in  August. 

But  even  in  her  eagerness  to  serve  Christ,  l! 
June  Haver  could  not  be  selfish.  The  Girl 
Next  Door  had  been  delayed  by  the  acci-  \ 
dent  in  which  she  injured  her  back.  She  f 
stayed  to  finish  it.  Her  courage  in  laugh-  | 
ing,  singing,  making  screen  love  and  kick-  r- 
ing  her  pretty  legs  as  she  always  had —  - 
with  her  sacred  secret  and  desire  consum-  i 
ing   her — is   symbolic   of   what,   all  her 
Hollywood  life,  has  been  June  Haver's 
pride— to  please  the  public.  Now  there  is 
something  else — God. 

"I  love  Hollywood.  I  always  have,"  were 
among  the  last  words  June  spoke  in  that 
very  town.  "I  have  found  something  I  love 
better,  that's  all." 

How  will  she  fare  in  that  new  life?  No 
one  who  knows  her  has  any  worries. 
"Some  girls,"  says  a  wise  friend  of  June's 
who  has  helped  guide  her  both  through 
her  studio  and  religious  life,  "find  the  emo- 
tional adjustment  too  much  to  take.  They 
have  cracked  up  and  gone  to  pieces.  They 
have  been  found  unfit.  That  will  not  hap- 
pen to  June.  Actually,  she  has  been  making 
the  emotional  transition  slowly  over  the 
past  year  or  more.  By  now  it  is  made. 
June  can  stand  the  work  physically;  it  is 
not  hard.  She  is  intelligent.  She  is  devout  ^ 
and  dedicated.  She'll  come  through." 

What  will  June  eventually  do  as  a  SisterH 
of  Charity?  The  order  staffs  hospitals* 
orphanages  and  schools.  "She  would  hkeB 
to  teach,"  Evelyn  believes.  "June  lovesB 
children.  But  she  will  do  whatever  workB 
is  given  her  and  she  will  do  it  with  everyB 
ounce  of  ability  she  owns." 

No  one  who  has  had  the  privilege  om] 
knowing  June  Haver  doubts  that  for  al 
minute.  "I  am  praying  for  her  intentions,"! 
said  Cardinal  Mclntyre  of  the  Los  Angelesfc 
Archdiocese.  All  of  Hollywood  proudly! 
joins  in  that  prayer,  a  devout  and  earnesA 
prayer  for  June  Haver's  success  in  theflj 
greatest  role  of  her  life.  ENDIf 


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stories 

HAS  JOHN  WAYNE  GONE  AGAIN?  by  Arthur  L.  Charles  16 

HE  KNOWS  WHAT  HE  WANTS  (Mario  Lanza)  by  Jim  Newton  21 

LANA  AND  LEX  (Lana  Turner-Lex  Barker)  by  Marsha  Saunders  36 

HOLLYWOOD  AND  YOUTH   41 

OUR  ROSIE  (Rosemary  Clooney)  by  Jane  Wilkie  43 

AT  THE  TOP  AND  QUITTING  (Marlon  Brando)  by  Steve  Cronin  45 

TOO  FAR,  TOO  FAST?  (Robert  Wagner)  by  Imogene  Collins  47 

SEX  IS  NOT  ENOUGH  (Marilyn  Monroe,  and  others)  by  Jim  Henaghan  49 

DON'T  BLAME  FARLEY  (Farley  Granger)  by  Pamela  Morgan  51 

HOLLYWOOD'S  YOUNGEST  MOTHER  (Liz  Taylor)  by  Jack  Wade  53 

BITTER  TRIUMPH  (Donald  O'Connor)  by  William  Barbour  55 

HOW  YOUNG  HOLLYWOOD  LIVES  by  Marva  Peterson  57 

DOES  MOTHER  KNOW  BEST?  (Debra  Paget)  by  Alice  Hoffman  61 

HER  HEART  WON'T  BE  BROKEN  (Debbie  Reynolds)  by  Consuelo  Anderson  63 

LOVE'S  YOUNG  DREAM  (Barbara  Ruick)  ...  by  Susan  Trent  65 

CHANCE  OF  A  LIFETIME  (Richard  Burton)   67 

departments 

THE  INSIDE  STORY   4 

LOUELLA  PARSONS'  GOOD  NEWS   6 

TV  TALK   by  Paul  Denis  14 

MOVIE  REVIEWS  by  Florence  Epstein  28 

SWEET  AND  HOT  by  Leonard  Feather  38 

MODERN  SCREEN  FASHIONS  ■   76 

On  the  Cover:  Color  Picture  of  Debbie  Reynolds  by  John  Engstead 
Other  picture  credits  on  page  91 


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executive  editor 

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CAROL  PLAINE,  associate  editor 
KATIE  ROBINSON,  western  editor 
FERNANDO  TEXIDOR,  art  director 
BILL  WEINBERGER,  art  editor 
BOB  BEERMAN,  staff  photographer 
BERT  PARRY,  staff  photographer 
MARCIA  L.  SILVER,  research  editor 


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<?.  Is  the  Rita  Hayworth-Dale  Rob- 
ertson friendship  really  blazing? 

— G.R.,  Oklahoma  City,  Okla. 

A.  Just  getting  started. 

Q.  I  understand  that  Judy  Garland  once 
had  big  eyes  for  Mario  Lanza.  Is  this 
true  or  just  gossip? 

— F.F.,  Los  Angeles,  Cal. 

A.  True. 

Q.  Was  Mervyn  LeRoy  ever  engaged  to 
Ginger  Rogers?  If  so,  why  didn't  he 
marry  her?  — T.R.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

A.  LeRoy  broke  off  with  Miss  Rogers 
and  was  married  to  Doris  Warner, 
daughter  of  Harry  Warner  of  Warner 
Brothers. 

Q.  I've  been  told  that  Jimmy  Stewart 
is  a  millionaire  who  owns  TV  stations  in 
Denver  and  Ft.  Worth.  Is  that  on  the 
level?  — D.E.,  Princeton,  N.  J. 

A.  Stewart  has  financial  interests  in 
Denver  and  Ft.  Worth;  is  worth  at  least 
a  million. 

9.  How  much  money  was  Mona  Free- 
man awarded  in  her  divorce  from 
wealthy  Pat  Nernev  ? 

— C.H.,  Pelham,  N.  Y. 

A.  $75  a  month  for  the  support  of  little 
Mona,  age  5. 

Is  it  true  that  Frank  Sinatra  can  al- 
ways get  work  at  the  Copacabana  in 
New  York  and  night  clubs  in  Miami 
and  Las  Vegas  because  of  his  friendship 
with  certain  individuals? 

— C.Y.,  Dallas,  Tex. 

A.  Yes. 

Q.  Can  you  tell  me  to  whom  Steve 
Cochran  has  been  married? 

— O.Y.,  Miami,  Fla. 

A.  Florence  Lockwood  and  Fay  Mc- 
Kenzie. 

9-  Doesn't  Cyd  Charisse  have  a  boy 
who  is  almost  11  years  old?  How  can 
she  be  listed  as  being  only  23? 

— S.G.,  North  Bergen,  N.  J. 

A.  Charisse  is  27;  has  a  10l/2-year- 
old  boy  by  her  first  marriage. 

9.  What  ever  became  of  a  movie  made 


by  Mitzi  Gaynor  and  Bill  Lundigan 
called  Down  Among  The  Sheltering 
Pines?  — J.E.H.,  Harrisburg,  Pa. 

A.  Twentieth  released  it  recently. 

9.  I  thought  if  you  were  divorced  you 
could  not  become  a  nun.  How  about 
this  and  June  Haver? 

— L.N.,  Cedar  Rapids,  Iowa. 

A.  There  is  no  such  ecclesiastical  rule. 

9.  Can  you  tell  me  how  many  times 
Fernando  Lamas  has  been  married  and 
whether  Lana  Turner  really  had  him 
thrown  out  of  Latin  Lovers? 

— H.Y.,  Charleston,  Mass. 

A.  Lamas  has  been  married  two  times; 
after  their  fight  she  was  not  particu- 
larly anxious  to  have  Lamas  as  her 
leading  man  in  the  film. 

9.  Is  it  true  that  Esther  Williams  is 
expecting  another  baby? 

— B.H.,  Menafee,  Minn. 

A.  It's  true. 

9-  In  pictures  does  Ava  Gardner  use 
her  own  singing  voice? 

— D.W.,  Millbrae,  Calif. 

A.  No. 

9-  I've  heard  that  Jerry  Lewis  is  not 
liked  among  Hollywood  people.  Why 
is  this?  — B.B.,  Norfolk,  Va. 

A.  He's  very  well-liked. 

9.  I've  read  that  a  studio  campaign  is 
underway  which  will  depict  Marilyn 
Monroe  as  a  normal,  average  young 
woman  instead  of  a  sex  boat.  Is  this 
true?      — C.G.,  Chapel  Hill,  N.  C. 

A.  Yes. 

9.  Whatever  happened  to  those  plans 
about  starring  Deanna  Durbin  and 
Mario  Lanza  in  one  picture? 

— E.R.,  Vancouver,  B.  C. 

A.  Deanna  is  back  in  Hollywood  and 
discussions  are  under  way  at  MGM. 

9.  Another  magazine  says  that  Jane 
Powell  is  finished  now  that  she's  grown 
up.  Can't  she  develop  sex  appeal  as  Liz 
Taylor  did?      — I.G.,  Portland,  Ore. 

A.  Jane  and  Liz  are  built  differently. 

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John  Wayne,  flanked  by  two  former  winners  (Janet 
Gaynor,  left,  and  Olivia  deHavilland)  accepted  one 
Oscar  for  John  Ford,  and  another  for  Gary  Cooper. 


The  Oscar  for  the  best  performance  by  an  actress  was  awarded  to  Shirley  Booth 
for  Come  Back,  Little  Sheba.  Two-time  Oscar  winner  Fredric  March  made  the 
presentation  in  New  York  City.  Awards  were  made  both  in  Hollywood  and  New  York. 


Mrs.  Anthony  Quinn  (right)  proudly  accepted  the 
trophy  for  her  husband,  who  won  it  for  his  supporting 
role  in   Viva   Zapatal     Greer  Garson   presented  it. 


FOR  a  hot  first-report  from  the  Stork,  it  looked 
as  though  Elizabeth  Taylor  Wilding  would 
have  another  baby,  her  second  within  a  year! 

With  their  infant  son,  Mike  Howard,  not  yet 
two  months  old,  Liz  had  reason  to  believe  she 
was  to  become  a  mother  again. 

Her  doctor  confirmed  her  suspicions  on  the 
first  diagnosis. 

Everything  was  in  an  uproar!  Her  bosses  at 
MGM  were  flabbergasted  because  a  deal  had 
just  been  completed  to  loan  Liz  to  Paramount 
to  replace  Vivien  Leigh  in  Elephant  Walk. 

Her  agent  and  manager  were  equally  up  in 
the  air.  The  only  people  calm,  cool  and  col- 
lected during  all  the  hubbub  were  the  two 
most  vitally  interested,  Elizabeth  and  Mike. 

Even  though  Liz  has  started  work  in  poor 
Vivien  Leigh's  role,  isn't  it  quite  possible  that 
she  is  keeping  a  big  secret  which  will  be 
announced  at  the  completion  of  the  picture? 

Oscar  ramblings:  Hollywood's  big  night 
goes  down  in  history  as  the  shotgun 
wedding  of  television  and  motion  pictures. 
Strangely  enough,  it  was  the  once-despised 
television  that  came  to  the  rescue  of  the 
Academy,  and  saved  the  day.  Without  the 
television  money,  it  is  doubtful  if  the  Academy 
could  go  on. 

It  was  the  night  that  sentiment  was  ram- 
pant. Old  favorites  stole  the  limelight.  New 
stars  took  a  back  seat  while  yesterday's 
favorites,  with  their  gorgeous  glamor,  gave 


yesterday's  movie  fans,  and  today's,  a  thrill. 

Janet  Gaynor,  the  first  star  to  win  an 
Academy  Award,  looked  very  little  older  than 
she  did  when  she  made  Seventh  Heaven.  The 
applause  was  deafening  when  she  walked 
out  in  a  beautiful  pink  dress  that  was  espe- 
cially designed  for  her  by  her  husband, 
Adrian,  who  is  no  longer  a  couturier  because 
of  his  health. 

To  me,  the  highlights  were  the  ripple  of 
sympathetic  laughter  when  Shirley  Booth 
tripped  on  her  gown  and  tore  it  in  her  eager- 
ness to  clasp  her  Oscar  to  her  heart.  That 
emotion  was  good  to  see. 

And  Gloria  Grahame's  beau,  Cy  Howard, 
author  of  "My  Friend  Irma"  and  "Life  With 
Luigi,"  holding  his  head  in  his  hands  when 
all  Gloria  could  manage  to  get  out  was  a 
big  "Thank  you."  "Oh,  no!"  gasped  Cy.  "She 
had  the  wittiest  speech  prepared  in  case  she 
won  the  supporting  Oscar!" 

The  heart  that  went  into  the  two  awards 
given  Cecil  B.  de  Mille,  one  the  coveted  Irving 
Thalberg  special  prize,  and  one  for  the  best 
picture  of  the  year.  The  Greatest  Show  On 
Earth.  At  long  last,  the  master  showman  came 
into  his  own. 

Jane  Wyman's  flowing  white  chiffon  gown 
was  the  most  beautiful.  .  .  . 

Ginger  Rogers'  Dior  French  gown  was  so 
tight  she  wobbled  as  she  walked.  Later  she 
changed  her  dress  for  the  photographs.  I've 
seen  Ginger  look  so  much  prettier.  .  .  . 


Mitzi  Gaynor's  slinky  black  dress  topped  by 
a  black  fox  stole,  the  most  sophisticated.  .  .  . 

Tony  Curtis'  haircut  should  have  been  as 
short  as  Janet  Leigh's.  .  .  . 

Never  were  the  songs  presented  more  dis- 
appointingly, although  Billy  Daniels,  Peggy 
Lee,  Johnny  Mercer  and  Celeste  Holm  sang 
them.  .  .  . 

John  Wayne's  wit  and  charm  was  a  high- 
light as  he  accepted  winning  actor  award  for 
Gary  Cooper  and  directorial  for  John  Ford.  .  .  . 

Obviously,  Olivia  deHavilland  had  just  had 
a  fresh  permanent.  .  .  . 

Last,  but  far  from  least,  a  great  big  hand  to 
Bob  Hope!  Without  his  charm,  wit  and  stage 
presence  as  M.C.,  this  year's  Oscar  event 
might  have  sagged  into  general  ennui.  .  .  . 

I  sincerely  believe  that  if  the  glamor  and 
excitement  of  our  annual  awards  is  to  be 
brought  back  to  its  former  brilliance,  Holly- 
wood should  return  to  the  lovely  dinner-dance 
Oscar  nights  of  years  ago. 

Mrs.  dean  martin  says  I  played  Cupid  in 
bringing  about  the  reconciliation  be- 
tween her  and  Dean  after  I  broke  the  scoop 
that  Jeanne  was  expecting  a  baby  (their 
second)  in  September. 

"I  didn't  think  anyone  knew  my  secret," 
Jeanne  told  me  when  I  checked  the  story.  "I 
didn't  want  this  to  influence  Dean's  decision 
about  coming  home." 

I  told  her  I  had  talked  to  Dean  first— and 


PICTURE   ARTS   AND   SCIENCES'  AWARDS. 


Louella  Parsons  and  Jimmy  McHugh  were  among  early 
arrivals  at  the  gala  affair,  held  at  the  Pantages  Theater. 
For  the  first  time  in  Oscar's  history,  the  awards  were  on  TV. 


Another  baby  for 

Liz  Taylor?  .  .  .  "Cupid" 

reconciles  the  Dean 

Martins  .  .  .  Lana  Turner's 

latest  feud  .  .  . 

Rita  Hayworth's  newest 

beau  .  .  .  Plushiest 

premiere  of  the  month: 

Call  Me  Madam  .  .  . 


LOUELLA 
PARSONS 
GOOD  NEWS 


Thrilled  over  her  Oscar  for  the  best  supporting  female 
player,  Gloria  Srahame  profusely  thanks  Edmund  Gwenn, 
who  presented  it.  She  was  in  Bad  And  The  Beautiful. 


that  he  didn't  know  about  the  baby  until  I 
broke  the  news.  He  said,  "I  want  to  take 
Jeanne  to  Europe  with  me  when  Jerry  and  I 
go  to  play  the  Palladium." 

Twenty-four  hours  later.  Dean  moved  back 
home — clothes,  golf  clubs,  records  and 
Jeanne's  photograph  (which  he  took  with 
him  when  they  parted). 

This  is  the  second  time  I've  told  a  "rifting" 
husband  that  his  wife  was  expecting — and  the 
news  led  to  a  reconciliation.  The  first  was 
Gregory  Peck,  at  that  time  AWOL  from  Greta 
until  I  told  him  the  big  news.  Like  Dean,  he 
went  home  and  I  couldn't  be  happier  in  the 
role  I  played  both  times. 

I  wish  I  could  say  that  the  Gregory  Pecks 
had  stayed  reconciled.  But  I'm  told  that  when 
Greg  comes  back  to  this  country,  he  and 
Mrs.  Peck  will  make  their  separation  official. 
They  haven't  been  getting  along  for  many 
months,  and  he  intends  to  ask  Greta  for  a 
divorce. 

TDV  the  time  you  read  this,  the  John 
Waynes'  financial  settlement  should  be 
worked  out.  Chata  (Mrs.  Wayne)  has  been 
very  difficult  to  pin  down,  although  John  has 
offered  her  what  most  people  think  is  very 
liberal  alimony. 

Just  when  everybody  was  looking  in  Mexico 
for  Chata,  she  suddenly  appeared  on  the  Hol- 
lywood scene  and  is  seen  in  night  clubs  and 
around  town  with  the  handsome  Steve  Cochran. 


One  night  when  I  saw  her  at  Ciro's,  the 
Hollywood  night  spot,  she  was  done  to  the 
teeth  in  a  white  ermine  cape  and  seemed  to 
laugh  a  lot  and  to  be  very  gay. 

There  have  been  rumors  from  time  to  time 
that  John  has  been  fascinated  by  a  Peruvian 
beauty,  but  every  time  I've  seen  him  he's 
been  alone. 

I keep  hearing  again  and  again  that  Rita 
Hayworth  is  being  very  quiet,  staying 
home  and  working  hard.  I  believe  it's  true 
that  she's  working  hard,  but  as  for  staying 
home,  there  are  two  schools  of  thought  on 
that. 

Rita  seems  fascinated  with  Manuel  Rojan, 
Argentine  polo  player.  Talk  is  that  he  was 
engaged  to  a  Nevada  beauty  when  he  met  the 
gorgeous  Rita.  The  Nevada  girl  was  promptly 
forgotten.  Of  course  where  the  Hayworth 
girl  is  concerned,  the  picture  could  change, 
but  up  to  now  Rita  has  only  been  seen  with 
Manuel. 

I  believe  Rita  is  still  in  love  with  Aly 
Khan,  but  she  couldn't  take  his  Continental 
way  of  life  and  his  dating  of  so  many  other 
women. 

Will  Gene  Tierney  be  able  to  take  it  if 
she  becomes  the  next  Princess  Aly  Khan? 
Well,  Gene  has  more  sophistication  and  more 
European  training.  She's  been  abroad  so 
much  and  attended  school  in  Switzerland. 


I've  forgotten  how  long  they've  been  mar- 
ried, but  I've  never  known  a  husband  to 
make  such  ardent  love  to  his  wife  (of  longer 
than  24  hours)  than  John  Bromfield  does  to 
Corinne  Calvet. 

The  other  night,  in  a  crowded  nightclub, 
my  chair  was  backed  up  practically  to  their 
table  and  I  couldn't  help  overhearing  their 
whisperings.  As  my  ears  pinkened,  I  heard 
John  say: 

"Stop.  Stop.  I  can't  stand  it  when  you  look 
that  way." 

From  Corinne:  "What  way,  dolling?" — as 
though  she  didn't  know! 

"So  beeeautiful,"  sighed  her  old  man,  "so 
dewy  and  young  and  fresh  and  inviting!" 

"Oh,  dolling,"  breathed  Corinne,  "keep  talk- 
ing, keep  talking.  Say  more." 

"Just  luscious,  just  beautiful,"  John  whis- 
pered between  clenched  teeth,  crushing  a 
rose  into  the  palm  of  her  hand.  "The  most 
beautiful  woman  in  this  room.  The  most 
beautiful  woman  in  the  world,  that's  you!" 

Zounds!  And  Wowie!  No  wonder  they  stay 
married.  (Other  husbands  please  note!) 

I was  the  only  reporter  to  visit  Vivien  Leigh 
during  her  short  and  tragic  stay  in  Holly- 
wood before  her  complete  collapse — possibly 
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continued 

Vivien,  with  whom  I  have  always  been 
friendly,  sent  word  that  she  would  like  to 
see  me  on  the  fabulously  expensive  set  of 
Elephant  Walk,  the  most  costly  set  ever  con- 
structed on  the  Paramount  lot. 

Although  it  was  the  very  day  before  her 
breakdown,  Vivien  greeted  me  warmly  and 
said  she  thought  I  had  lost  a  great  deal  of 
weight.  "What  did  you  do  with  the  rest  of 
you?"  she  laughed. 

She  said  she  loved  Ceylon  (where  she  and 
Dana  Andrews  and  the  company  had  been 
working  previous  to  Hollywood)  and  wanted 
to  go  back  there.  She  also  spoke  glowingly 
of  her  daughter  who  has  a  "nice  beau." 

"I  hope  she  marries  him,"  Vivien  said,  "and 
makes  me  a  grandmother." 

The  suddenness  of  her  illness  was  a  big 
shock.  The  next  day  she  was  unable  to  report 
to  work — Sir  Laurence  Olivier  was  enroute 
from  Rome  to  be  with  her — and  after  a  week 
of  indecision  as  to  whether  or  not  she  could 
finish  the  picture,  it  was  decided  to  take  her 
home  to  England. 

I  could  hardly  control  the  tears  as  I  wrote 
the  story  of  her  leavetaking:  "One  of  the 
world's  great  actresses  was  borne  to  the 
plane  on  a  stretcher,  unconscious.  .  .  .  The 
tears  streaming  down  the  face  of  her  hus- 
band ...  in  what  may  be  the  ending  of  a 
brilliant  career  in  the  theater." 

Ask  me  to  name  one  of  the  wisest  wives  in 
Hollywood  and  I  would  have  to  put  the 
name  of  Dorothy  (Mrs.  Robert)  Mitchum  high 
on  the  list. 

When  Bob  became  temperamental  and  diffi- 
cult several  weeks  ago — Dorothy  invited  him 
to  move  into  an  apartment  until  he  could  get 
his  nerves  under  better  control  around  her 
and  the  children. 

"It's  all  my  fault,"  a  penitent  Bob  told  me, 
"I  don't  blame  Dorothy  for  not  putting  up 
with  me.  If  I  had  stayed  home,  it  would  have 
meant  more  quarrels.  Instead,  she  put  me 
out — and  now  I  can  hardly  wait  to  get  back 
to  her  and  the  children. 

"I  love  my  kids.  I  grew  up  without  love 
and  affection  of  a  father  and  I  never  want 
that  to  happen  to  my  children.  Do  you  think 
Dorothy  will  take  me  back?" 

I  didn't  tell  him — but  I  knew  she  would. 

Never  for  a  moment  did  Dorothy  Mitchum 
consider  divorcing  Bob.  She  did  not  consult  a 


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lawyer  nor  did  she  sob  on  the  shoulders  of 
her  girl  friends  about  her  troubles. 

She  just  stayed  home,  minding  her  business 
and  her  children,  dignified,  calm,  cool  and 
collected  during  the  whole  squabble. 

If  only  other  wives  would  be  as  smart 
there  would  be  fewer  broken  marriages. 
Salute,  Dorothy! 

The  plushiest  premiere  of  the  year.  Call 
Me  Madam,  brought  out  all  the  dolls  in 
their  jools  and  finery  and  the  boys  in  their 
most  formal  attire  because  everyone  wanted 
to  see  how  the  musical  comedy  Queen  of 
Broadway,  Ethel  Merman,  fared  in  her  movie. 

They  weren't  long  finding  out.  Madam  Mer- 
man knocked  them  cold. 

Jeanne  Crain,  wearing  the  largest  brilliant 
earrings  ever  seen  in  this  town  (covering  part 
of  the  cheek  as  well  as  the  entire  ear) 
looked  gorgeous.  But  she  and  Paul  Brinkman 
became  slightly  annoyed  when  they  were 
routed  out  of  their  seats  twice  because  of 
ushers'  mistakes.  (You  never  expect  these 
small  misadventures  to  happen  to  movie  stars 
as  they  happen  to  you  and  me.) 

Donald  O'Connor  came  stag — and  sad.  He's 
still  carrying  a  torch  for  Gwen  and  didn't 
loosen  up  and  smile  until  later,  at  the  private 
party  given  by  20th  at  Romanoffs.  With  just 
everybody  congratulating  him  on  his  great 
performance,  Don  broke  into  a  little  jig  of 
happiness. 

At  both  the  preem  and  the  party — Janet 
Leigh  surprised  with  a  modest  decolletage. 

Dorothy  Lamour,  like  Joan  Crawford,  be- 
lieves in  always  appearing  in  public  looking 
as  a  screen  queen  should  and  she  was 
regally  glamorous  with  her  dark  hair  piled 
high  and  a  rhinestone  ornament  clipped  in 
her  braids. 

Dottie's  gown  was  cream  satin,  the  panels 
lined  in  cerise. 

Terry  moore  and  her  escort,  Nicky  Hilton 
Jr.,  argued  clear  up  the  aisle  after  the 
picture  about  whether  they  should  catch 
Peggy  Lee's  opening  at  the  Cocoanut  Grove 
(the  same  night)  or  drop  by  a  drive-in  for  a 
hamburger.  Terry  was  for  the  Grove — Nicky, 
the  hamburger. 

To  me,  the  prettiest  "girl"  of  the  evening 
was  Mrs.  Joel  McCrea  (Frances  Dee),  lovely, 
slim,  still  as  beautiful  as  when  she  was  a 


In  one  of  her  first  public  appearances  after  the 
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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

leading  lady  although  Frances  whispered  in 
my  ear,  "Louella,  our  oldest  son  is  18  now — 
and  as  tall  as  his  father." 


I hope  this  answers  all  the  fans  who  have 
written  me  to  the  effect  that,  "June  Haver 
is  too  young  to  have  given  up  her  career  and 
fame  to  enter  a  convent." 

A  very  close  friend  of  hers,  whose  identity 
I  promised  not  to  reveal,  recently  received  a 
letter  from  June. 

She  says  she  has  never  in  her  life  been 
so  happy  as  she  is  since  entering  the  novitiate 
in  Kansas.  And,  she  particularly  wants  all  her 
friends  and  fans  to  know  that  her  decision 
was  not  prompted  by  unhappiness  in  love, 
but  by  a  sincere  spiritual  hunger  and  the 
desire  to  serve  and  help  others. 

For  the  first  time  in  her  life,  Lana  Turner 
is  starting  a  movie  (Flame  And  The 
Fleshy  on  the  verge  of  a  feud  with  her  leading 
man.  Usually,  Lana  and  her  screen  lovers 
start  work  with  either  publicity  or  fairly 
authentic  rumors  hinting  at  a  romance. 

But  Lana  was  burned  when  she  read  that 
Carlos  Thompson,  the  South  American  charmer 
sponsored  by  Yvonne  De  Carlo,  had  informed 
the  MGM  publicity  department  that  he  wanted 
no  "romance  nonsense"  linking  his  name 
with  Lana's. 

"Humphhh,"  said  Lana  when  she  read  this, 
"he  needn't  worry  about  thaf.'  Who  does  he 
think  he  is????!" 

I'm  sure  that  Carlos,  who  has  very  good 
manners,  did  not  intend  his  remark  to  offend 
Lana,  who  is  pretty  well  wrapped  up  in  a 
romance  with  Lex  Barker  these  days. 

Being  a  foreigner,  he  may  not  have  gone 
about  it  in  the  most  tactful  way  because  he  is 
not  yet  completely  at  home  speaking  our 
language. 

What  Carlos  meant  to  convey  is  that  he 
did  not  in  any  way  want  to  offend  Yvonne 
De  Carlo  who,  whether  they  admit  they  are  in 
love  or  not,  is  the  No.  1  girl  in  his  life.  Yvonne 
has  been  very  good  to  him  and  is  entirely 
responsible  for  his  being  in  Hollywood. 

While  she  is  away  in  Europe,  the  tall,  not- 
too-dark  but  very  handsome  Carlos  does  not 
want  Yvonne  to  get  the  idea  he  is  playing 
the  field. 

He  did  take  Piper  Laurie  to  the  Academy 
Award  ceremonies,  but  that  was  because 


Piper's  studio  felt  she  should  be  with  some 
handsome,    attractive,   good    looking  young 


Just  musin':  Are  Rock  Hudson  and  Rocky 
(Mrs.  Gary)  Cooper  a  romance  as  they 
seem  to  be?  Or  are  they  more  intrigued  with 
the  'cute'  way  their  names  go  together,  Rock 
and  Rocky?  .  .  .  Vera-Ellen  was  wistful  and  a 
little  sad  explaining  why  she  and  Dean  Mil- 
ler broke  up:  "We  tried  and  tried  to  overcome 
a  difference  in  religion — but  our  faiths  are 
too  important  in  both  our  lives.  The  sad  part 
is — I  think  we  could  have  been  very  happy 
together  if  it  hadn't  been  for  this  one  big 
barrier.  We  were  very  much  in  love."  .  .  . 
Frank  Sinatra  has  the  Columbia  gang  eating 
out  of  his  hand  he's  being  so  charming  making 
From  Here  To  Eternity.  Well,  I've  always  said 
he  can  charm  the  birds  off  the  trees  when  he 
wants  to,  and  apparently  he  wants  to.  .  .  . 
As  far  back  as  I  can  remember  in  his  love 
life,  Evelyn  Keyes  is  the  first  blonde  John 
Wayne  has  ever  dated.  Both  his  wives,  Jo 
and  Chata,  are  Latin  types,  tall,  brunette  and 
slender.  .  .  .  The  doctors  have  told  Esther 
Williams  she  can  continue  swimming  up  to  two 
weeks  before  her  (third)  baby  is  born.  In 
Grandma's  day,  an  expectant  mother  in  a 
bathing  suit  would  have  been  scandalous.  .  .  . 
Never  was  a  girl  more  beside  herself,  almost 
out  of  her  mind,  than  June  Allyson  during  the 
black  hours  when  it  seemed  that  Dick  Powell 
might  not  live  after  two  major  operations 
within  a  week.  And,  just  a  few  years  ago 
they  were  hinting  that  June  and  Dick  were 
drifting.  .  .  .  Isn't  Terry  Moore  giving  quite  a 
good  acting  performance  saying  she  doesn't 
care  that  Nicky  Hilton  and  Nora  Haymes  are 
dating? 

THE  letter  box:  Help!  I  can't  begin  to 
count  the  letters,  most  of  them  violently 
pro  Marilyn  Monroe  after  Joan  Crawford  gave 
her  a  blistering  piece  of  her  mind  in  print. 
98  out  of  100  yipped  that  they'd  never  known, 
"one  actress  to  make  such  a  violent  attack 
on  another.  Why  doesn't  Crawford  pick  on 
someone  her  own  size?  Joan's  jealous,  etc., 
etc.,  etc." 

Only  a  handful  took  the  view  that,  "Joan's 
advice  to  Marilyn  is  good — if  she'll  take  it 
and  stop  crying." 

Anyway,  this  tempest  between  Joan  and 
Marilyn  was  the  biggest  topic  in  this  month's 
mail. 

Now,  that's  all  for  now.  See  you  next  month. 


Ginger  Rogers,  who  won  an  Oscar  for  Kitty 
Foyle  in  1940,  attended  the  Oscar  derby  with 
her  husband,  Frenchman  Jacques  De  Bergerac. 


Gloria  Swanson,  who  closely  missed  receiving 
an  Oscar  for  Sunset  Boulevard,  talks  over  old 
times  with  Academy  President  Charles  Brackett. 


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They've  got  bats 
in  the  belfry, 
spooks  in  the 

spare  room  and 

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An  intimate  report  on  the 
private  lives  of  top  television 
personalities 


robert  q.  lewis'  next  problems:  Bob  Lewis  tells  me  his  "next  problem"  is 
getting  married.  "Life  is  a  series  of  problems,"  is  the  way  he  puts  it,  "and 
my  next  problem  is  whether  to  marry.  I  am  making  good  money  and  have 
all  the  material  things  I  ever  wanted.  I  almost  got  married  twice.  Once, 
when  I  was  a  student  I  loved  a  girl,  but  everybody  told  us  we  were  too 
young,  and  we  drifted  apart.  The  second  time  was  when  I  wasn't  doing 
too  well.  I  was  only  making  about  $200  a  week  [he's  serious!]  as  a  New 
York  disk  jockey,  and  the  girl's  father  wanted  me  to  quit  radio  and  go  into 
a  business.  The  girl  thought  her  father  was  right.  And  that  broke  it  up!" 

I  asked  Bob  what  his  ideal  was.  "She  should  know  enough  about  show 
business  to  talk  about  it,"  he  said,  "because  I'm  always  talking  shop.  And 
she  should  be  well  dressed.  Not  expensively  dressed,  but  she  must  know  how 
to  put  herself  together.  I  like  people  who  look  well.  She  doesn't  have  to  be  the  prettiest  girl,  either." 

Bob,  now  32,  is  living  alone  in  a  beautifully  furnished  three-room  penthouse  apartment  in  a 
midtown  hotel.  It's  an  apartment  that  has  everything — except  a  wife. 


MARIA  RIVA 

4,  and  Peter 
topher  and 


wants  a  big  family:  Marlene  Dietrich's  daughter,  Maria  Riva,  has  two  sons,  Michael, 
;  2,\and  plans  a  big  family.  "Our  next  sons,"  she  told  me,  "will  be  named,  Paul,  Chris- 
Stephen  in  that  order.  And  if  I  have  a  sixth  son  then  Bill  [her  husband]  said  I  could 
call  him  William." 

"What  would  happen  if  you  had  a  daughter?"  I  asked.  "No,  no,"  she 
laughed,  "we  just  don't  think  about  that!  We  just  know  we'll  have  a 
family  of  sons."  She  says  Bill  played  a  "trick"  on  her  when  she  came  out 
of  the  ether  after  their  second  son  was  born.  "I  saw  Bill  smiling  at  me 
and  holding  up  two  fingers.  I  thought  he  meant  twins,  and  I  shrieked 
with  joy.  But  he  meant  a  second  son." 

She  says,  "I  wanted  to  have  a  baby  every  second  year,  but  we  skipped 
this  year,  so  that  I  can  build  up  my  television  career  first." 

She  adds,  "Mommy  baby-sits  for  us  often,  and  takes  the  children  to  the 
park,  too."  Her  husband  is  tall,  Italian-born,  and  works  at  NBC. 


Arthur  Godfrey's  anger:  There've  been  hard  feelings  between  Arthur  Godfrey  and  one  of  his 
sponsors.  Their  latest  run-in  came  when  Godfrey  didn't  want  Robert  Q.  Lewis  to  replace  him. 
This  had  been  a  long-standing  custom ;  each  time  Godfrey  left  the  show,  Lewis  replaced  him.  But 
this  time,  Godfrey  stubbornly  refused  to  accept  Robert  Q.  Lewis.  Naturally  this  didn't  sit  too 
well  with  the  sponsors,  who  insisted  they,  and  not  Godfrey,  had  the  sole  right  to  pick  Arthur's 
replacements.  Finally,  Godfrey  called  in  Lewis  for  a  long,  private  talk.  It's  reported 
that  Godfrey  was  annoyed  at  Lewis'  having  become  "too  Broadwayish"  in  his  comedy  style. 
Anyway,  the  sponsor  won  and  Lewis  did  replace  Godfrey  ....  Arthur  blew  up  again  when  a 
New  York  daily  erroneously  referred  to  singer  Julius  LaRosa  as  "Godfrey's 
successor."  Co-workers  say  Arthur  can't  stand  any  suggestion  that  there 
might  be  somebody  who's  as  good  as  he  is !  .  .  .  And  around  CBS,  Godfrey's 
temper  and  ego  are  so  well  known  that  he  is  referred  to  (behind  his  back) 
as  The  Great  Man.  " 


they're  afeudin':  NBC  executives  are  hopping  mad  at  Frank  Sinatra  for 
walking  out  of  the  Martha  Raye  show,  after  he  had  okayed  the  script  and 
signed  the  contract.  Frank  flew  to  London  to  see  Ava,  and  left  NBC  with 
the  problem  of  writing  and  putting  on  a  new  show  on  six  days'  notice! 
Around  NBC  now,  the  name  Sinatra  is  poison  .  .  .  And,  two  weeks  after 
this  hectic  show,  Martha  Raye  collapsed  from  exhaustion  and  had  to  be  hospitalized  in  Miami 
Beach  .  .  .  Myron  Cohen  and  Milton  Berle  had  a  hot  argument  one  night.  {Continued  on  page  92) 


Starring 


HELENA  CARTER  •  ARTHUR  FRANZ  •  JIMMY  HUNT 

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South  American  Pilar  Pallette,  23 


is  the  daughter  of  a  Peruvian  senator. 


First  an  airline  h 


then  an  actress,  she  met  Wayne  on  location. 


Has  John  Wayne 
gone  again? 


The  guy's  a  push-over  for 
Senoritas.    That's  a  habit  hard  to 
break.    Hollywood  suspects  The 
Duke  is  in  for  another  dark-eyed  duchess. 

BY  ARTHUR  L.  CHARLES 


■  Marion  Mitchell  Morrison,  who  acts  in  motion  pictures  under 
the  singularly  simple  name  of  John  Wayne,  is  a  rugged,  gusty- 
lusty,  two-fisted  man  of  action  who  likes  an  occasional  drink,  an 
occasional  practical  joke,  and  a  beautiful  Latin-American  female 
around  the  house  all  the  time. 

One  of  the  major  faults  in  Wayne's  second  marriage,  this  one 
to  Esperanza  Bauer,  the  Mexican  actress  known  as  Chata,  was 
that  his  woman  was  unpredictable,  not  only  in  temperament  but 
in  geography,  too. 

One  out  of  every  four  Wayne  pictures  is  filmed  away  from 
Hollywood  on  location.  When  Duke  returned  from  these  jaunts, 
he  never  knew  whether  his  Chata — the  name  means  pugnose — 
would  be  at  home  in  the  San  Fernando  Valley  or  down  in  Mexico 
with  her  mother. 

Things  finally  got  so  bad  between  these  two  that  a  divorce  was 
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<?.  Can  you  tell  me  when  Liz  Taylor 
first  came  to  the  U.  S.? 

— B.R.,  Rochester,  N.  Y. 

A.  In  1939. 

O.  Is  John  Wayne's  estranged  wife, 
Esperanza,  having  him  trailed  by  de- 
tectives? — S.L.,  Sea  Girt,  N.  J. 

A.  No. 

Q.  Are  the  Jeff  Chandlers  having 
trouble  again?  Is  a  divorce  scheduled 
pretty  soon?— C.H.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 

A.  No. 

Q.  What  sort  of  a  guy  is  that  Jacques 
de  Bergerac  that  Ginger  Rogers  mar- 
ried? Is  he  a  playboy,  a  loafer,  a  car 
salesman,  a  hotel  clerk,  a  lawyer,  or 
what?  — H.G.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

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rently employed  as  an  actor,  who  was 
trying  various  pursuits  when  Ginger 
met  him  in  Paris. 

Q.  I've  been  told  that  MGM  has  never 
offered  to  share  the  profits  of  a  film 
with  anv  movie  star.  Is  that  true? 

— E.R.,  Terre  Haute,  Ind. 

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percentage  deal. 

9.  Is  the  Bob  Wagner-Barbara  Stan- 
wyck stuff  friendship  or  love? 

— S.S.  Sutherland,  Sask.,  Can. 

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wears  the  most  jewelry? 

— B.  I.,  McKeesport,  Pa. 

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club  will  serve  a  drink  to  anyone  under 
the  age  of  21,  how  come  Liz  Taylor  has 
been  photographed  drinking  in  night 
clubs?  — C.  L.,  Chicago,  III. 

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club— only  lemonade  and  fruit  punch 
which  are  permitted  minors. 

9.  Which  actors  take  permanent  waves 
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ory Peck  is  one.  He  sure  had  the  waves 
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— P.  D.,  Holland,  Mich. 

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before  she  came  to  Hollywood? 

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He  doesn't  want 
money;  he  doesn't  want 
laughs.   Lanza  just 
wants  to  sing — 
his  way!  And  nothing 
in  the  way  of  debts, 
lawsuits  or  bad 
publicity '11  stop  him. 

BY  JIM  NEWTON 


Who  cares  about  suspensions  when  a  man's  first  son  is  born?  Damon  Anthony  arrived  Dec.  12. 


He  knows  what  he  wants 


■  Rex  Cole,  one  of  the  few  really  conscientious  business 
managers  in  Hollywood,  shuffled  into  Mario  Lanza's  home 
in  Bel-Air  a  few  nights  ago,  his  face  crossed  with  lines  of 
worry  and  care. 

Ever  since  Mario  broke  irrevocably  from  Sam  Weiler,  his 
first  personal  manager  who  took  from  10%  to  20%  of  the 
tenor's  tremendous  earnings  in  addition  to  working  as  the 
producer  on  Lanza's  radio  show,  Rex  Cole  has  been  trying 
to  bring  some  order  out  of  Lanza's  financial  chaos. 

On  this  particular  night  he  had  come  to  discuss  Mario's 
astronomical  telephone  bills.  However,  Mario  was  rehears- 
ing— he  practises  anywhere  from  four  to  ten  hours  a  day — 
and  Rex  Cole  knew  better  than  to  interrupt. 

Rex  looked  around,  and  he  spied  Mario's  wife,  Betty.  She 
caught  the  worry  in  his  eyes,  rose,  and  tip-toed  from  the  room. 

"I'm  sorry  to  disturb  you,  Betty,"  Rex  began,  "but  these 


telephone  bills  puzzle  me,  especially  the  long  distance  tolls. 
They  run  into  thousands  of  dollars." 

Betty  smiled,  and  her  flashing  brown  eyes  turned  soft. 
"I  know,"  she  said.  And  then  with  a  friendly  shoulder  pat, 
"It's  all  right,  Rex.  It's  for  the  sick." 

Rex  Cole  shook  his  head  in  puzzlement.  "I'm  sorry,  Betty. 
I  don't  get  it." 

"It's  very  simple,"  Betty  Lanza  explained.  "Mario  sings 
over  the  telephone  to  sick  people.  If  a  man  writes  him,  say 
from  Omaha,  and  tells  him  that  he's  going  into  the  hospital 
for  an  operation,  and  he'd  love  to  hear  his  voice  again,  Mario 
can't  help  himself.  He  serenades  the  guy  via  long  distance. 

"Not  only  that.  You've  seen  some  of  the  doctors'  bills? 
Lots  of  times  Mario  insists  upon  flying  a  specialist  to 
the  patient's  bedside.  Only  a  few  days  ago  he  had  a 
cardiac  specialist,  a  friend  of  his  in  (Continued  on  next  page) 


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What 

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them 


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what  time  of  the  month  it 
is.  Even  goes  in  swim- 
ming on  "those  days." 
How  does  she  do  it?  With 
Tampax,  the  internal 'kind 
of  monthly  sanitary  protection.  Tampax 
does  away  with  chafing  and  irritation;  is  so 
comfortable  the  wearer  doesn't  even  feel  it, 
once  it's  in  place. 

Then  there's  Helene. 

Overwhelmingly  femi- 
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Helene  likes  Tampax  be- 
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touch  the  Tampax,  thanks  to  the  throw- 
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Ann's  a  career  girl. 

Efficient  and  practical. 
Naturally  you'd  expect 
her  to  use  doctor-invent- 
ed Tampax.  Just  the  assur- 
ance that  there  can  be  no 
revealing  outlines,  that 
there  isn't  any  possibility  of 
offending  odor,  lets  her  feel 
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cumstances. And  Tampax  is  so  convenient 
to  carry.  A  month's  supply  fits  in  the  purse. 

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{Continued  from  page  21)  New  York,  ex- 
amine one  of  his  fans." 

Rex  Cole  has  been  a  business  manager 
in  Hollywood  for  27  years — he's  handled 
practically  every  big  name  you  can  think 
of;  he's  accustomed  to  the  unique  and  the 
unusual — but  this  time  he  was  really  flab- 
bergasted. 

"I  know  about  that  Raphaela  Fasana 
girl  from  New  Jersey,"  he  said,  "but  do 
you  mean  to  tell  me  that  Mario  does  this 
sort  of  thing  regularly?" 

Betty  nodded.  "The  more  you're  around 
him,"  she  said  proudly,  "the  more  you'll 
see  that  his  heart  is  as  big  as  his  voice." 

"All  I  can  say,"  Cole  muttered,  "is  that 
the  public  really  doesn't  know  Mario 
Lanza." 

What  Cole  meant  was  that  a  tremendous 
hiatus  exists  between  the  Lanza  that  really 
is  and  the  Lanza  people  read  about. 

Here  is  a  man  who  was  not  only  unem- 
ployed, but  deprived  from  making  a 
living  from  August  1952  to  April  1953.  He 
was  not  only  suspended  by  his  studio  but 
prevented  from  appearing  on  the  Coca- 
Cola  radio  show  thus  causing  the  cancel- 
lation of  the  program.  In  addition  he  was 
sued  for  more  than  $5,000,000  and  simul- 
taneously informed  by  the  crack  account- 
ing firm  of  Haskins  &  Sells  that  despite 
having  paid  the  Government  $485,000  in 
taxes,  he  was  still  behind  in  his  payments. 
Moreover,  he  was  informed  that  his  finan- 
cial records,  whose  upkeep  he  had  en- 
trusted to  others,  were  so  incredibly 
confused  that  it  would  take  months  of 
detailed  auditing  to  determine  just  how 
deeply  in  the  red  he  really  was. 

With  this  sort  of  financial  ruin  hanging 
over  his  head,  with  the  realization  that  he 
had  sung  his  heart  out  for  ten  years  and 
money-wise  had  nothing  to  show  for  it, 
Lanza  still  insisted  upon  answering  each 
and  every  fan  letter,  still  insisted  upon 
using  the  long  distance  phone  to  encourage 
those  who  were  ill  or  hurt,  and  to  sing  for 
anyone  he  might  help  with  his  voice. 

No  matter  what  the  cost,  he  refused  to 
break  faith  with  a  public  that  had  given 
him  its  confidence. 

Lanza,  who  is  much  more  profound  and 
philosophical  than  most  people  think — he 
is  an  omnivorous  reader  of  catholic  taste 
— once  tried  to  explain  how  he  felt  about 
his  talent  and  the  public. 

"The  voice  I  have,"  he  pointed  out,  "it's 
difficult  for  me  to  express  myself  about 
it  exactly.  I  feel  it  belongs  to  the  public, 
that  it  was  given  to  me  to  entertain  people, 
to  make  life  a  little  brighter  for  them. 

"That's  why  I  never  abuse  it.  People  who 
tell  you  I  do — they  just  don't  know.  When 
I  was  a  kid  in  New  York  I  quit  the  Cela- 
nese  Hour  because  I  knew  the  voice  needed 
further  training. 

"I  don't  want  to  sound  pretentious,  but 
the  voice  is  kind  of  like  a  sacred  trust  to 
me.  If  I  don't  use  it  wisely  then  I  feel 
I'm  cheating  the  public,  and  that's  one 
thing  I'll  never  do.  They  can  sue  me  for 
fifty  million  dollars,  a  hundred  million. 
I'll  declare  bankruptcy  before  I  compro- 
mise the  voice." 

This  is  the  man  who  six  months  ago 
was  pilloried  and  described  as  "an  un- 
grateful ham,  a  real  madman."  The  barrage 
of  insult  has  thinned  down,  but  as  a  result 
of  it,  many  people  are  still  convinced  that 
Lanza  is  an  unstable  character  of  little- 
boy  moods,  a  sybarite  who  indulges  him- 
self in  Farouk-like  pleasures,  or  a  bellow- 
ing bull  who  sweeps  everything  before 
him. 

Actually  he  is  a  kind,  hyper-sensitive, 
super-generous  artist  with  a  great  love 
of  people  and  an  abiding  sense  of  humility. 

He  may  stalk  his  living  room,  shouting 
at  one  of  the  help,  "I'm  a  tiger,  Johnny. 
Don't  mess  around  with  the  tiger!"  But 


these  exclamations  are  manifestations  of 
his  sense  of  humor. 

Johnny  Mobley,  the  cook  who  works  for 
the  Lanzas,  says,  "You  can  judge  a  man  by 
the  way  he  treats  his  help.  I  can  tell  you 
Mr.  Lanza  treats  us  all  fine.  Everytime  I 
bake  some  cookies,  he  says,  'The  best, 
Johnny.  The  best.'  I  never  serve  him  but 
what  he's  extremely  grateful.  And  he  treats 
everyone  the  same,  makes  no  difference, 
white  or  colored,  big  star  or  newspaper 
boy.  He  loves  people,  and  he  loves  to 
sing  for  'em.  I'm  tellin'  you.  He's  as  nice 
a  man  as  I've  ever  worked  for.  Fact  of 
the  matter  is  he's  so  nice  you  think  maybe 
he  comes  from  my  home  state  of 
Arkansas." 

Pages  could  be  filled  with  similar  glow- 
ing quotations;  but  they  would  all  point  up 
the  same  two  facts:  Mario  Lanza  is  kind, 
and  Mario  Lanza  is  so  trusting  that  he's 
frequently  taken  to  the  cleaners  by  the 
very  ones  he's  been  kindest  to. 

Here's  an  example.  A  few  years  ago, 
Mario  was  approached  by  a  man  who'd 
just  been  fired  from  MGM.  The  fellow 
was  on  in  years,  he'd  seen  a  lot,  and 
Mario  without  any  fuss,  put  him  on  the 
payroll  as  a  general  assistant.  A  few 
months  later,  this  same  individual  turned 
up  at  the  studio  and  offered  his  services 
as  a  spy  in  the  Lanza  household. 

Mario  was  told  about  this  but  he  re- 
fused to  believe  it.  Month  after  month 
he  carried  the  guy  on  the  payroll.  Finally 
when  it  was  no  longer  financially  possible, 
he  let  the  man  go.  You  should  have  heard 
the  vituperation,  the  slander,  the  insults. 

This  case  can  be  multiplied  half  a  dozen 
times,  and  the  wonder  of  it  all  is  that 
Lanza  still  retains  his  basic  faith  in  the 
essential  goodness  of  people. 

However  he  has  learned  one  lesson.  Now 
before  he  hires  new  personnel,  he  is  doing 
a  bit  of  preliminary  investigating.  He's 
kissed  off  his  former  press  agent,  his  old 
business  manager,  his  old  lawyer  and  sur- 
rounded himself  with  men  of  proven  com- 
petence. 

Tt  is  no  secret  that  Lanza  refused  to  con- 
tinue  with  The  Student  Prince  last 
August  because  he  could  not  see  eye  to 
eye  with  the  studio  on  the  way  the 
production,  was  being  handled. 

Mario  felt  that  his  fans  as  well  as  him- 
self were  entitled  to  the  best  not  only  in 
music  but  in  musically  experienced  direc- 
torial personnel. 

He  just  did  not  want  to  go  through  all 
the  agony  he  had  experienced  in  Because 
You're  Mine,  a  picture  he  did  not  want 
to  make. 

People  told  him  that  he  was  being  diffi- 
cult, that  he  should  "stop  making  it  a 
Federal  case,"  that  he  should  "walk 
through"  The  Student  Prince  and  not  take 
it  too  seriously. 

"What  do  you  care  about  the  director 
or  even  the  assistant  director?"  he  was 
asked.  "Why  eat  your  heart  out  about  the 
script?  The  songs  are  great  and  that's  all 
that  counts." 

Not  in  Lanza's  book.  He  felt  somehow 
that  in  Because  You're  Mine  he  had  let  his 
fans  down,  especially  since  Because  was 
the  film  which  followed  The  Great  Caruso; 
and  he  was  determined  to  make  The 
Student  Prince  as  great  as  it  could  be. 
Lanza  knows  more  about  bis  type  of 
music,  his  type  of  singing,  more  about 
opera  than  probably  any  other  man  at 
MGM.  When  his  suggestions  were  dis- 
counted, when  his  requests  were  dis- 
missed, when  he  felt  he  had  been  treated 
like  a  wayward  little  boy  who  chronically 
had  to  be  chastized,  he  declined  to  continue 
with  the  picture. 

That  is  the  story,  pure  and  simple. 

He  didn't  go  crazy.  He  didn't  suffer  a 
nervous  breakdown.  He  didn't  leave  his 


, '        '  ' 


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wife.  He  didn't  go  to  a  sanitarium.  He 
didn't  do  any  of  the  ridiculous  things  as- 
cribed to  him. 

He  thought  over  his  course  of  action, 
and  on  the  day  his  first  son  and  third 
child  was  born,  December  12th,  1952,  he 
decided  that  he  was  right.  There  would 
be  no  compromise.  The  picture  would  be 
done  extremely  well,  or  he  wouldn't  do  it 
at  all. 

While  the  columnists  reported  that  he 
was  racing  "all  over  Hollywood  like  a 
chicken  with  his  head  cut  off,"  Mario  spent 
the  first  three  months  of  this  year  down  at 
Palm  Springs. 

"It  was  wonderful  for  Damon,"  he  re- 
calls— that's  what  the  Lanzas  christened 
their  son.  "We  had  him  sleeping  outdoors 
every  day,  and  I  honestly  feel  the  fresh 
air  and  the  warm  desert  sun  really  built 
him  up.  You  know,  he's  not  one  year  old 
but  still  we  have  to  dress  him  in  one- 
year-old  clothes.  He's  really  a  bruiser. 
That  boy  of  mine  when  he  grows  up — well, 
you'll  see.  He's  going  to  be  a  big  one. 
A  man  of  integrity  too." 

While  they  were  down  at  the  Springs, 
Betty  and  Mario  tried  eating  out  one 
night.  Lanza  was  mobbed  by  hundreds  of 
fans,  many  of  whom  kept  clamoring,  "What 
happened,  Mario?  Why  are  you  and  the 
studio  fighting?" 

After  that,  Mario  remained  on  the 
Francis  Ryan  estate  which  he  had  rented 
for  $1,500  a  month.  At  midnight  when  the 
village  was  asleep  he  and  Betty  would 
ride  around  town. 
For  a  while  Betty  used  to  say,  "You 


know,  Mario,  maybe  you  should  make  a 
statement.  Maybe  you  should  explain 
your  side.  They're  saying  so  many  awful 
things  about  you."  But  Mario  would  shake 
his  head  and  say,  "No,  Betty.  Recrimination 
is  a  boomerang.  Name-calling  is  childish. 
Let  them  call  me  anything  they  want  to. 
I'm  going  to  remain  quiet.  Eventually  we'll 
get  everything  worked  out.  Then  there'll 
be  no  hard  feelings."  . 

Lanza  who  is  supposed  to  have  no  pub- 
lic relations  sense  but  has  more  than  any 
other  singer  with  the  possible  exception  of 
Bing  Crosby,  proved  that  he  was  right. 

Early  in  March  he  drove  up  to  MGM 
and  had  a  small  conference  with  Eddie 
Mannix,  the  genial  general  manager.  Man- 
nix  was  surprised.  "I've  never  seen  you 
look  so  well,"  he  spouted  joyfully.  "You 
look  like  a  16-year-old  kid." 

Mario  said  nothing  about  the  fact  that 
for  weeks  he'd  been  in  crack  physical  and 
vocal  shape,  nothing  about  the  fact  that 
he  had  brought  his  own  musical  conductor, 
Constantine  Colonicos,  down  to  the  desert, 
that  together  they  had  rehearsed  175  arias 
in  12  weeks.  He  said  nothing  about  the 
fact  that  he  had  memorized  The  Student 
Prince  script  word  by  word  and  knew  it 
letter  perfect. 

Mannix  was  so  pleased  at  seeing  Mario 
in  such  wonderful  shape  that  he  called  to 
his  secretary.  "Get  everyone  in  here,"  he 
said.  "I  want  them  to  see  Lanza." 

Dore  Schary  came  into  the  office  and  all 
the  rest  of  the  big  boys.  Everyone  shook 
hands  and  it  was  agreed  to  let  bygones  be 
bygones.  The  Student  Prince  would  start 
with  a  clean  slate.  There  would  be  one 


24 


CHERAMY 

PERFUMER 


easy  money 


"What  is  so  rare  as  a  day  in  June?"  some  long-beard  poet  wanted  to  know.  MS  has 

the  answer — in  greenbacks.  A  free  dollar  bill!  Here's  how  you  can  get  one.  All 
you  have  to  do  is  read  all  the  stories  in  this  June  issue- and  .fill  out  the  form  below — 
carefully.  Then  send  it  to  us  right  away.  A  crisp  new  one-dollar  bill  will  go  to  each 
of  the  first  100  people  we  hear  from.  So  get  started.  You  may  be  one  of  the  lucky 
winners! 

QUESTIONNAIRE:  Which  stories  and  features  did  you  enjoy  most  in  this  issue? 
WRITE  THE  NUMBERS  I,  2,  and  3  AT  THE  FAR  LEFT  of  your  first,  second  and  third 
choices.  Then  let  us  know  what  stars  you'd  like  to  read  about  in  future  issues. 


□  The  Inside  Story 

□  Louella  Parsons'  Good  News 

□  Lana  and  Lex  (Lana  Turner,  Lex  Barker) 

□  He  Knows  What  He  Wants 
(Mario  Lanza) 

□  Has  John  Wayne  Gone  Again? 

□  Hollywood  and  Youth 

□  Our  Rosie  (Rosemary  Clooney) 

□  At  The  Top  and  Quitting 
(Marlon  Brando) 

□  Too  Far,  Too  Fast?  (Bob  Wagner) 

□  Sex  Is  Not  Enough 

□  Don't  Blame  Farley  (Farley  Granger) 

□  Hollywood's  Youngest  Mother 
(Liz  Taylor) 

□  Bitter  Triumph  (Donald  O'Connor) 

□  How  Young  Hollywood  Lives 

□  Does  Mother  Know  Best? 
(Debra  Paget) 

□  Her  Heart  Won't  Be  Broken 
(Debbie  Reynolds) 

□  Love's  Young  Dream 
(Barbara  Ruick,  Bob  Horton) 

□  Chance  Of  A  Lifetime 
(Richard  Burton) 

□  New  Faces 

□  Modern  Screen  Fashions 

□  Movie  Reviews  by  Florence  Epstein 

□  TV  Talk  by  Paul  Denis 


Which  of  the  stories  did  you  like  least? 


What  3  MALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues?  List  them  I, 
2,  3,  in  order  of  preference. 


What  FEMALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues? 


What  MALE  star  do  you  like  least? 

What  FEMALE  star  do  you  like  least? 

My  name  is  

My  address  is  

City   Zone  

State   I  am  yrs.  old 

ADDRESS  TO:  POLL  DEPT..  MODERN 
SCREEN,  BOX  125.  MURRAY  HILL 
STATION.    NEW    YORK    16.    N.  Y. 


More  thin  a  Girdle. . .  better  than  a  Corset! 


J\~6ZU  ^  Tummy-flattening 
latex"finger"panels 
firmly  assist  the  gentle  lift  of 
your  own  body  muscles.  ^  aist- 
trimming  non-roll  top  stays  up 
without  a  bone,  seam  or  stitch. 


JVtfzo '  ^ee  ^ow  new 

boneless  non-roll 
top  and  the  latex  "finger"  pan- 
els are  invisibly  moulded  in. 
The  Magic-Controller  itself  is 
invisible  under  sleekest  clothes. 


JVCW  !    '  "  a  maSical  non-roll  top,  plus  tummy-flattening  latex  "finger"  panels  that 
echo  the  firm  support  of  your  own  body  muscles,  slim  you  the  way  Nature 
intended/  Magic-Controller  acts  like  a  firming,  breathing  second  skin. 


JVciU  '  fabric  lining  in- 
side, with  textured 
latex  surface  outside.  Magic- 
Controller  is  as  comfortable  as 
your  own  skin.  And  it  washes 
in  seconds,  dries  like  a  miracle.' 


Amazing  tffyw  Playtex  6^^^mMMi/ 


With  new  non-roll  top  and  hidden  power  panels, 
it  slims  and  supports  you  as  Nature  intended/ 


Here  is  natural  figure  control  /  Natu  ral 
control  that  works  with  your  body, 
not  against  it .  .  .  resilient,  firm  con- 
trol that  revitalizes  your  proportions, 
your  posture,  your  pride/ 

Simply  hold  Magic -Controller  up 
to  the  light  and  see  the  hidden  latex 
"finger"  panels  that  firm  you  without 
a  bone,  stay,  seam  or  stitch.  Playtex 
slims,  supports,  never  distorts! 


Magic-Controller  is  all  one  piece 
of  fabric  lined  latex.  Every  inch  reflects 
firm  control.  It  does  more  for  you  than 
any  girdle,  and  frees  you  forever  from 
restricting,  constricting  corsets. 

Dramatic  proof  of  its  power  to 
"fashion"  your  figure  naturally  comes 
when  you  wear  it  under  the  season's 
new  styles.  You'll  think  you've  lost  a 
full  size  (and  more  than  a  few  years/) 


m  Playtex  Magic-Controller 

with  4  sturdily  reinforced 
adjustable  garters. 

Look  for  Playtex  Magic-Controller  in  this 
newest  SLIM  Playtex  tube.  At  department 
stores,  specialty  shops  everywhere,  §7.95 
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Playtex  .  .  .  known  everywhere  as  the 
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*U.S.A.  and  Foreign  Patents  Pending 


25 


□  Auction  the  eats       □  Rig  up  a  rope  swing 

Sold  to  yon  bristle  bean  in  the  yellow 
striped  tee  shirt!  — one  surprise  package 
crammed  with  goodies  for  two.  Auction- 
ing the  vittles  puts  bang  in  a  picnic.  And 
pays  for  Cokes.  Keep  bidders  guessing  as 
to  which  gal  packed  which  supper  box; 
later,  each  lad  shares  the  fare  with  his 
"mystery  belle."  There's  no  mystery  in 
how  to  keep  confident  — at  calendar  time. 
Simply  choose  Kotex:  wonderfully  absorb- 
ent—the s-o-f-t  napkin  that  holds  its  shape. 
Made  to  stay  soft  while  you  wear  it. 


Should  this  departing  guest  write  a  — 

□  Thank  you  note       □  Bread  n'  buffer  letter 

"Dear  Joanie  — the  weekend  was  devoon" — 
But  wait;  doesn't  Joan's  Mom  rate  your 
appreciation,  too?  Write  her  a  bread  and 
butter  letter.  Lines  of  thanks  for  all  she 
did  to  make  your  visit  fun.  You  know, 
there  are  some  "lines"  you  never  need  fret 
about:  the  revealing  kind  that  Kotex  pre- 
vents. (Thanks  to  those  flat,  pressed  ends!) 


If  your  back  perspires  too  freely— 

□  Put  Sis  to  work      □  Hit  the  talcum  barrel 

What  though  your  face  be  dreamy,  if  your 
back  is  just  a-drip?  Don't  let  the  humidity 
cancel  your  dance  plans.  Get  Sis  to  pat  you 
on  the  back  — with  an  antiperspirant:  one 
best  for  you.  And  for  problem-day  protection, 
find  the  best-for-you  absorbency  of  Kotex. 
All  3  (Regular,  Junior,  Super)  have  that  ex- 
clusive safety  center. 


More  women  choose  KOTEX* 
than  all  other  sanitary  napkins 

              —  — *T.  M.  REG.  U.  S.  PAT.  OFF. 


or  two  more  conferences  between  the 
legal  beagles,  and  Mario  would  go  back 
on  salary  as  of  April  1st. 

Everyone  agreed  that  under  the  circum- 
stances The  Student  Prince  would  have  to 
be  made  with  infinite  care,  and  that  what- 
ever errors  were  committed  in  the  past 
would  not  be  re-made. 

If,  at  this  reading,  Lanza  is  not  working 
on  The  Student  Prince,  and  there  is  a  very 
good  chance  that  he  might  not,  the  reason 
will  be  that  Mario  wants  any  musically  ex- 
perienced director,  while  the  studio  insists 
on  one  director  and  one  director  alone 
whose  great  forte  is  not  music.  Mario's 
representatives  have  advised  him  against 
accepting  a  certain  director,  and  Mario  will 
follow  their  advice  even  if  it  results  in  a 
long  legal  hassle  and  subsequent  bank- 
ruptcy. His  actions  are  always  motivated 
by  "what  is  best  for  the  voice,  and  what  is 
best  for  the  public." 

When  Lanza  returned  to  Palm  Springs 
a  day  after  that  reconciliation  conference, 
he  was  riding  on  cloud  69. 

"Where's  Damon?"  he  shouted,  as  soon 
as  he  rushed  into  the  house.  "Where's  my 
son?  He's  got  to  hear  the  good  news,  too." 
Miss  Brown,  the  nurse,  brought  little 
dark-haired  Damon  into  the  family  con- 
clave. Mario  explained  to  his  wife  and 
three  children — he  was  very  guarded 
about  this— that  his  chances  of  singing  for 
the  public  again  were  very  good.  If  the 
studio  would  just  give  an  inch,  he  would 
give  a  mile.  All  he  wanted  to  do  was  sing. 

That's  all  Mario  Lanza  has  ever  wanted 
to  do.  He  loves  to  entertain,  and  he 
was  born  to  sing,  and  if  he  can't  use  his 
voice  for  the  public,  a  terrible  frustration 
seizes  him  and  he  plunges  into  despair. 

There  are  many  actors  and  actresses  in 
Hollywood  who  genuinely  hate  to  act — no 
names,  please — and  they  perform  for  only 
one  reason,  money.  They  take  the  money 
and  buy  television  stations,  motion  pic- 
ture theaters,  oil  wells,  and  magnesium 
mines.  Their  hearts  are  not  in  their  work; 
they're  in  the  loot  their  talent  brings. 

With  Lanza  it's  different.  He's  not  in- 
terested in  money.  If  he  had  been,  the  state 
of  his  finances  would  not  be  in  their  cur- 
rent, sorry  condition.  His  primary  interest 
is  in  singing,  in  bringing  good  music  to 
the  world,  in  popularizing  the  classical  and 
semi-classical.  And  fortunately  for  him, 
he  has  a  wife  who  agrees  with  his  view- 
point. She  wants  security  for  her  children 
— what  mother  doesn't? — but  under  no  cir- 
cumstances will  she  permit  Mario  to 
|  jeopardize  his  voice  or  his  career  for  "an 
easy  buck." 

Friends  tell  the  Lanzas  they're  crazy. 
"Look  at  Ezio  Pinza,"  one  agent  told  Mario. 
"He's  getting  10,  15  grand  a  week.  Maybe 
you  won't  believe  this,  but  I  can  get  you 
$30,000  a  week  to  sing  at  Las  Vegas." 

"I  know,"  Mario  said.  "They've  already 
called  and  made  an  offer,  an  even  higher 
offer.  I  told  them  no.  I  just  don't  think 
the  public  would  like  it,  not  the  people 
in  Vegas,  but  music-lovers  everywhere." 

The  booking  agent  was  incredulous. 
"You  got  rocks  in  your  head,"  he  said 
flatly.  "Nothin'  but  rocks." 

Mario  Lanza  is  one  man  who  knows 
what  he  wants;  and  it  just  doesn't 
happen  to  be  money. 

He  wants  the  public's  friendship  and  re- 
spect and  following;  and  he  knows  he  has 
earned  that  only  through  the  proper  use 
of  his  voice. 

To  mis-use  that  voice  for  the  grasping 
of  "the  easy  buck"  either  in  gambling 
casino's  or  Grade  B  pot-boilers — well,  as 
he  says,  "I'd  sooner  go  bankrupt." 

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Lanza  more  than  a  rare  talent — it  makes 
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The  title  of  this  movie  naturally  refers  to 
Liz  Taylor  who  plays  a  proud  young  beauty, 
willful  as  the  thoroughbreds  they  raise  in 
Lexington,  Kentucky,  her  home.  Elizabeth's 
mother  has  long  since  died.  Her  father,  suc- 
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liquor  rather  sloppily,  and  her  boyfriend. 
Gig  Young,  is  too  well  bred  to  be  exciting. 
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proceeds  to  lure  Liz.  Powell  is  shocked  but  he's 
a  modern  father  and  doesn't  swing  into  action 
until  it's  too  late.  Liz  decides  to  marry  Lamas 
and  help  him  evolve  into  a  social  butterfly. 
Marry  my  daughter,  Powell  finally  says,  and 
I'll  tell  the  government  about  one  or  two 
corpses  you've  left  lying  around.  Lamas  re- 
taliates with  three  or  four  rights  to  the  jaw, 
then  he  turns  to  Liz  and  says,  "You  wanted 
a  barbarian.  Well,  you  got  one,  baby."  True 
enough.  This  movie  has  an  ending  which  you 
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CAST:  Elizabeth  Taylor,  Fernando  Lamas, 
William  Powell.  Gig  Young,  James  Whit- 
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teresting. The  scene  is  the  Nevada  desert 
where  the  Army  plans  to  explode  an  atom 
bomb.  The  area,  containing  a  ghost  town,  is 
cleared  days  before  the  blast,  and  everything's 
ready  to  rip.  A  couple  of  escaped  killers  (Ste- 
phen McNally  and  wounded  Paul  Kelly)  un- 
wittingly head  for  the  danger  area.  En  route 
they  hi-jack  Alexis  Smith  (she's  on  her  way 
to  Reno),  her  boyfriend  Robert  Paige,  a  news- 
paper reporter  Keith  Andes  (he's  looking  for 
the  killers)  and  Jan  Sterling,  a  stranded 
nightclub  singer  he  picked  up  at  a  diner. 
Once  in  the  ghost  town  the  suspense 
mounts.  The  bomb's  scheduled  to  go  off  at 
six  in  the  morning  and  it's  getting  late.  While 
they  wait  they  reveal  themselves  and  one  of 
the  party  manages  to  be  murdered  by  Mc- 
Nally. In  the  morning  the  bomb  goes  off  even 
earlier  than  originally  planned.  Some  of  the 
people  escape,  some  don't.  The  ones  that  sur- 
vive are  treated  to  a  pretty  grim  view  of  that 
mushroom  cloud. 

CAST:  Stephen  McNally,  Alexis  Smith,  ]an 
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Kelly.  Robert  Paige — RKO 

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Marlon  Brando  shows  barely  a  trace  of  his 
Sfreefcar  accent  as  the  fiery  ambitious 
Antony.  Thanks  to  director  Joseph  Mankie- 
wicz,  cutting  and  changing  of  Shakespeare's 
original  work  was  kept  to  a  minimum. 
CAST:  ]ames  Mason,  John  Gielgud,  Marlon 
Brando,  Louis  Calhein,  Deborah  Kerr,  Greer 
Garson,  Edmond  O'Brien — MGM 

MAN  ON  A  TIGHTROPE 

Man  On  A  Tightrope  is  a  strange,  power- 
ful tale  about  people  struggling  to  free  them- 
selves from  the  decay  around  them.  These 
people  belong  to  the  Circus  Cernik  which 
was  owned  by  Karel  Cernik  (Fredric 
March)  until  the  Czechoslovakian  government 
took  it  over.  March  is  planning  an  in- 
credible feat.  He  is  going  to  lead  the  entire 
circus  caravan  across  the  well-guarded  border 
into  the  American  zone.  He  has  to  work  fast 
since  he  knows  there  is  a  spy  in  the  troupe. 
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His  second  wife  (Gloria  Grahame)  has  be- 
come slovenly,  indifferent,  and  flirts  continu- 
ously with  the  lion  tamer.  His  daughter  (Terry 
Moore)  has  fallen  in  love  with  a  handyman 
(Cameron  Mitchell)  whose  origins  and  polit- 
ical leanings  are  unknown.  Filmed  in  Western 
Germany,  directed  by  Elia  Kazan,  the  movie 
is  always  gray,  always  eerie,  as  if  it  were 
all  a  nightmare.  As,  indeed,  it  is. 
CAST:  Fredric  March,  Terry  Moore,  Gloria 
Grahame,  Cameron  Mitchell,  Adolphe  Men- 
jou,  Paul  Hartman,  Robert  Beatty—20th-Fox 

DESERT  LEGION 

Why  doesn't  Alan  Ladd  make  more  pic- 
tures like  This  Gun  For  Hire  and  less  pictures 
like  Deserf  Legion?  In  this  one  Captain 
Ladd  is  leading  a  patrol  on  the  Algerian 
desert;  he's  ambushed  by  the  notorious  raider 
Omar  Ben  Khalif,  otherwise  known  as 
Richard'  Conte.  Ladd's  patrol  is  wiped  out 
and  he  wakes  up  in  a  fancy  tent  inhabited 
by  gorgeous  Arlene  Dahl.  Naturally  he 
thinks  he's  dreaming.  He  hastens  back  to 
camp  but  the  face  of  Arlene  haunts 
him  and  with  Private  Plevko  (Akim  Tamir- 
off)  he  make  his  way  back  across  the  desert. 
Hidden  in  that  arid  waste  he  finds  a  kind  of 
Shangri-La  called  Medara,  city  of  peace.  Only 
it's  not  so  peaceful.  Richard  Conte,  known 
here  as  Crito,  wants  Arlene  Dahl  and  Medara 
all  to  himself.  Well,  I'm  happy  to  report  he 
doesn't  get  either,  although  he  manages  to 
create  a  large  bit  of  havoc.  What  puzzles  me 
is  how  so  many  bloodthirsty  cut-throats  ever 
settled  in  that  city  of  peace  in  the  first  place. 
CAST":  Alan  Ladd,  Richard  Conte,  Arlene  Dahl, 
Akim  Tamiroft,  Leon  Askin,  Oscar  Beregi — U-I 

TROUBLE  ALONG  THE  WAY 

Charles  Coburn,  rector  of  St.  Anthony's  Col- 
lege in  New  York  City,  is  informed  by  the 
higher-ups  that  unless  he  can  raise  $170,000 
in  six  months,  the  college  will  be  closed.  It 
comes  to  Coburn  that  what  he  needs  is  a 
football  team.  He  hires  John  Wayne,  an  ex- 
coach  who  has  been  kicked  out  of  all  the  big 
college  leagues.  Wayne's  flighty  wife,  Marie 
Windsor,  left  him  with  a  daughter  to  raise 
(that's  Sherry  Jackson  and  a  more  precocious 
11 -year-old  you'll  look  far  to  find).  Now,  said 
wife  is  trying  to  get  Sherry  away  from  Wayne 
and  so  she  sets  a  Domestic  Relations  Court 
officer  on  his  trail.  The  officer  turns  out  to  be 
Donna  Reed.  It's  a  complicated  story,  all  right, 
but  aimed  directly  at  the  heart. 
CAST:  /ohn  Wayne,  Donna  Reed,  Charles  Co- 
burn,  Sherry  Jackson— Warners 


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(Continued  from  page  16)  Chata  hired  the 
famed  criminal  lawyer  Jerry  Giesler  to 
represent  her,  and  Giesler  almost  went 
nuts  trying  to  determine  from  Wayne's 
business  manager,  Bo  Roos,  just  how  much 
Duke  is  worth  and  just  how  much  of  his 
wealth  is  community  property.  Not  even 
Duke  knows  that. 

After  a  while  things  got  so  intricate 
that  Giesler  resigned  from  the  case,  and 
Chata  hired  another  lawyer  to  obtain 
what  she  considers  an  equitable  financial 
settlement. 

The  legal  haggling  in  this  divorce  mess 
— and  potentially  it's  a  nasty  case  with  a 
good  deal  of  soiled  linen  that  had  best 
remain  unaired — will  go  on  for  many, 
many  months,  at  least  until  October  19th, 
at  which  time  a  trial  is  scheduled  in  the 
California  Superior  Court. 

When  a  man  has  been  married  twice,  he 
becomes  a  creature  of  habit,  especially 
where  feminine  companionship  is  con- 
cerned, so  when  Chata  flew  the  coop  and 
winged  from  Hollywood  to  Mexico,  every- 
one around  town  knew  that  sooner  or 
later,  Duke  would  find  a  new  heart  throb. 

Some  of  his  friends  said  the  supposition 
was  ridiculous.  "Look,"  one  of  them  told 
me  last  August,  "Duke  has  had  enough  of 
dames  and  marriage  for  a  while.  His  heart 
is  broken.  He  really  loved  that  Chata.  Now, 
he's  gone  out  of  the  country  for  a  while. 
He's  down  in  Peru,  just  taking  it  easy, 
scouting  around  for  locations." 

In  a  way  that  was  true,  but  while  Duke 
was  scouting  for  locations,  he  traveled 
into  the  Peruvian  jungle  to  watch  the  first 
full-length  motion  picture  ever  shot  in 
that  South  American  country. 

TThe  film  was  being  produced  by  Edward 
x  Movius;  it  was  entitled  Sabotage  In  The 
Jungle,  and  it  starred  a  buxom,  gorgeous, 
fiery,  insinuatingly  beautiful  Limefia  (a 
native  of  Lima,  Peru)  named  Pilar  Pallete. 

Pilar  is  23  years  old.  She  has  the  kind 
of  figure  men  look  at  twice.  They  don't 
believe  it  the  first  time.  She  is  the  third  of 
four  sisters.  Her  father,  who  died  three 
years  ago,  used  to  be  a  Senator  in  the 
Peruvian  legislature.  She  is  well-bred, 
well-educated,  and  well-traveled. 

As  a  girl  she  was  sent  to  a  very  swanky 
school,  the  Villa  Maria,  but  her  father,  a 
worldly  man,  wanted  her  brought  up  so 
that  she  would  know  how  to  look  after 
herself  in  a  world  of  domineering  men. 
He  enrolled  her  in  the  Lima  High  School, 
and  it  was  here  that  she  learned  how  to 
speak  English,  a  virtue  which  helped  her 
when  she  met  Duke  and  his  friends,  al- 
though Wayne  does  manage  a  pretty  good 
sort  of  pidgin  Spanish. 

The  first  time  I  saw  her  she  was  a 
hostess  for  Panagra,  the  Pan  American 
Airline  subsidiary  in  South  America,  and 
she  was  even  then  a  real  beauty,  on  her 
way  to  full  development,  captivating  most 
of  the  male  passengers. 

When  Duke  Wayne  first  saw  Pilar  in  the 
jungle  last  August  and  got  himself  intro- 
duced to  her,  a  sort  of  electric  current  of 
mutual  attraction  sprang  up  between  them. 

For  some  inexplicable  reason,  probably 
because  opposites  always  attract,  Duke  has 
consistently  chosen  Latin -American  beau- 
ties for  his  attentions.    They  arouse  him. 

His  first  wife,  Josephine  Saenz,  is  of 
Dominican  ancestry.  His  second  wife  is 
Mexican.  And  now  Pilar  Pallette,  the  utter- 
ly delightful  and  charming  actress,  comes 
from  Peru. 

Duke  Wayne  is  a  pretty  sharp  hombre, 
and  in  his  soft,  unobtrusive  way,  he  began 
making  inquiries.  Had  Pilar  done  much 
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They  told  Duke  that  two  years  before 
she'd  done  some  work  for  Sol  Lesser  in  a 
film  called  The  host  Emeralds  Of  Ilia- 
Tica.  She'd  also  studied  and  worked  a 
good  deal  in  the  Lima  Theater  Workshop. 

Duke  then  asked  the  all-important  ques- 
tion. "Is  she  married?" 

The  answer  came  as  no  surprise.  In  Lima 
all  beautiful  young  women  are  married. 

"Yes,"  the  informant  said.  "She's  married 
to  Dick  Wedy,  the  fellow  in  charge  of 
publicity  for  Panagra."  Then  the  reprieve. 
"Only  they're  not  doing  so  hot.  Broken  up 
like  you  and  Mrs.  Wayne,  or  about  to." 

Duke  Wayne  is  an  introspective  man  who 
rarely  discusses  his  emotions.  He  feels 
things  deeply,  but  the  more  profound  they 
are,  the  less  he  talks  about  them. 

Ask  him,  for  example,  how  he  feels  about 
Pilar,  and  you  get  something  like,  "She's 
an  extremely  talented  actress."  Nothing 
more. 

Ask  him  how  he  felt  when  he  learned 
that  his  black-haired,  heart-faced  new  dis- 
covery was  on  the  verge  of  a  break  with 
her  husband,  and  he'll  shake  his  head  and 
walk  away  from  you.  It's  none  of  his  busi- 
ness and  none  of  yours. 

He  never  trifles  or  talks  lightly  about 
women  who  mean  something  to  him. 

In  the  case  of  Pilar  Pallete,  he  said  noth- 
ing when  he  returned  to  Hollywood. 
But  Pilar  knew  that  if  ever  she  came  north 
she  had  a  friend  who  would  use  all  his 
influence  to  help  her.  And  Duke  Wayne 
has  plenty  of  influence  in  Hollywood.  So 
much  in  fact  that  when  he  checked  in  at 
Warner  Brothers  after  his  Peruvian  junket 
and  they  asked  him  to  play  the  lead  in 
The  Iron  Mistress,  he  read  the  script  and 
promptly  said  no,  and  Warners  said  okay 
but  will  you  please  do  something  else, 
anything  else. 

Duke  read  the  script  of  Trouble  Along 
The  Way,  a  story  based  roughly  on  Slip 
Madigan,  the  football  coach  at  St.  Mary's 
College  in  California,  and  agreed  to  do 
the  picture. 

Later,  he  wasn't  too  happy  about  his 
decision.  But  no  one  knew  at  the  time 
whether  it  was  because  he  was  disap- 
pointed in  the  film,  he  had  a  subconscious, 
unrequited  yen  for  Pilar,  or  he  was  irri- 
tated because  detectives  were  on  his  trail 
trying  to  unearth  a  little  embarrassing 
data  that  might  be  exposed  in  a  divorce 
court.  Duke  was  also  upset  because  he  had 
received  a  good  offer  to  rent  his  ranch 
house,  only  Chata  wouldn't  hear  of  it. 
Added  to  that  was  the  fact  that  while  he 
was  worth  a  fortune,  it  wasn't  too  easy  for 
him  to  liquidate  his  assets  into  cash. 

Anyway,  Duke  Wayne  was  not  the 
easiest  man  in  the  world  to  get  along  with 
during  the  filming  of  Trouble  Along  The 
Way. 

Once  Trouble  was  finished,  however, 
Duke  took  off  for  Mexico  where  his  own 
production  company,  Wayne-Fellows,  Inc., 
was  shooting  Plunder  In  The  Sun. 

Now  it  so  happens  that  when  Duke 
pulled  out  of  Hollywood,  Pilar  Pallete 
pulled  in,  ostensibly  to  do  a  Spanish 
soundtrack  for  Sabotage  In  The  Jungle. 
Since  she  is  still  legally  married  to  an 
American,  Pilar  has  no  visa  difficulties 
when  it  comes  to  entering  the  country. 

When  Duke  learned  that  the  exotic,  well- 
built  Pilar  was  in  movieland,  he  thought 
of  a  story  named  Pagoda  which  his  com- 
pany owns,  and  the  more  he  thought  of 
that  yarn,  the  more  he  felt  certain  that 
Pilar  should  play  the  lead  in  the  pro- 
duction opposite  him. 

It  was  just  a  question  of  a  few  days 
before  Pilar  and  Duke  were  in  front  of 
the  cameras  in  Mexico.  This  was  Pilar's 
screen  test,  and  needless  to  say,  Duke  went 
all-out  in  helping  her.  Johnny  Farrow,  a 
director,  was  supposedly  giving  the  test, 


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but  Wayne  knows  a  good  deal  more  about 
picture-making  than  most  directors,  and 
he  took  over. 

He  posed  Pilar  in  the  best  angles,  saw 
to  it  that  she  got  the  best  shots,  made  her 
feel  very  much  at  ease,  and  the  result,  of 
course,  was  a  foregone  conclusion. 

Wayne-Fellows,  Inc.,  signed  Pilar  Pal- 
lete  to  a  seven-year  contract,  permitting 
her  the  privilege  of  making  one  outside 
picture  per  year  for  Movius  Productions, 
the  Peruvian  Company  that  had  given  her 
her  first  screen  opportunity.  All  of  Pilar's 
other  films,  however,  will  be  released 
through  Warner  Brothers. 

Just  how  successful  Pilar  will  be,  how 
quickly  the  public  will  take  to  her,  no  man 
can  predict  at  this  point.  It  is  safe  to 
say,  however,  that  if  she  co-stars  with 
Duke  in  his  films,  her  popularity  will  be 
assured,  because  Wayne's  name  on  a  mar- 
quee means  top  box-office. 

The  screen  test  completed  in  Mexico, 
Pilar  eventually  came  back  to  the  movie 
colony,  moved  into  the  house  of  a  friend 
in  North  Hollywood,  and  now-  definitely 
estranged  from  her  husband,  began  seeing 
a  good  deal  of  Duke  who  had  taken  a 
house  on  Valley  Vista  Road,  not  too  far 
away. 

They  went  driving  together,  toured  the 
glitter  spots,  showed  up  at  formal  film 
functions  such  as  the  annual  dinner  of  the 
Screen  Writers  Guild,  and  it  was  just  a 
matter  of  days  before  Hollywood  began 
to  realize  that  Duke  Wayne  was  happy 
again,  genuinely  happy. 

A  T  the  Screen  Writers  Guild  dinner,  for 
example,  he  roared  at  Georgie  Jes- 
sel's  jokes,  cracked  his  own,  greeted 
everyone  with  a  big  hand,  proudly  intro- 
duced Pilar  to  all  the  big  shots,  and  car- 
ried on  like  the  Duke  Wayne  of  yester- 
year.   Smiling,   exuberant,  good-natured. 

"Of  course,"  one  of  his  friends  cracked, 
"he  didn't  know  that  Chata  had  flown  in 
from  Mexico  that  very  night.  But  even 
so,  I  don't  think  that  would've  made  any 
difference.  There's  absolutely  no  chance 
of  a  reconciliation.  Duke  wants  a  divorce 
as  soon  as  he  can  get  one.  Then,  I  think 
he'll  marry  this  Peruvian  doll.  That  is,  if 
she  has  her  own  divorce  by  then. 

"Don't  ask  me  why  he  goes  for  these 
Latin-American  babes,  either.  He's  Anglo- 
Saxon  down  to  his  very  toes;  you'd  think 
he'd  fall  for  some  doll  from  Iowa.  He  just 
doesn't.  Soon  as  a  girl  has  blonde  hair,  his 
interest  fades. 

"He  has  a  big  yen  for  these  black-eyed 
senoritas.  With  two  of  them  he's  struck 
out,  at  least  marriage-wise.  With  Pilar, 
maybe  he'll  ring  the  bell.  Anyway,  he 
seems  happier  than  he's  been  in  a  long, 
long  time." 

In  Hollywood  that's  what  counts.  END 


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No  Stars: 

by  leonard  feather  A,era9e 
FROM  THE  MOVIES 

ANNA — title  song  by  Silvana  Mangano* 
(MGM);  Paul  Weston*  (Columbia); 
Richard  Hayman  (Mercury);  Three  Suns 
(Victor);  Ray  Bloch  (Coral).  /  Loved 
You    by    Silvana     Mangano*  (MGM). 

BLUE  GARDENIA— title  song  by  Nat  Cole** 
( Capital ) . 

HOUDINI — The  Golden  Years  by  Tony  Martin* 

(Victor);  Paul  Weston  (Columbia);  Russ 

Morgan  (Decca). 
RUBY  GENTRY — Ruby    by    Richard  Hayman* 

(Mercury);  Lew  Douglas*    (MGM);  Les 

Brown  (Coral). 

Richard  Hayman,  a  gent  of  many  talents, 
plays  harmonica  on  this  one,  accompanied 
by  a  symphonic  orchestra  for  an  unusual 
effect.  The  Lew  Douglas  version  (he's  the 
fellow  who  provides  Joni  James  with  her 
musical  backgrounds)  is  the  only  one  with 
lyrics.  They're  sung  here  by  a  choral  group 
and  were  added  to  the  tune  by  Mitchell 
(Star  Dust)  Parish. 

POPULAR  AND  JAZZ 

ARTHUR  GODFREY—  TV  Calendar  Shoiv** 
(Columbia). 

If  you  happened  to  catch  the  Godfrey 
&  Friends  show  on  CBS-TV  last_  Jan.  28 
and  were  impressed  by  the  ingenious 
month-by-month  story  unfolded  musically 
that  night,  this  12-inch  LP  record  is  a 
must  for  you,  for  here's  the  entire  pro- 
gram transferred  to  records. 
Joan  Edwards,  formerly  a  big-time  singer 
herself,  and  Lyn  Duddy,  reformed  press 
agent,  teamed  to  write  the  music  and 
lyrics  for  these  twelve  tunes,  one  for  each 
month,  and  they're  well  tailored  to  the 
requirements  of  the  entire  Godfrey  family. 
Julius  La  Rosa,  you'll  be  glad  to  note,  is 
represented  with  Everything  That's 
Yours  Is  Mine,  done  as  a  duet  with 
Janette  Davis,  and  Summer's  Symphony, 
which  he  does  solo.  The  Mariners,  Marion 
Marlowe  and  Frank  Parker,  Haleloke,  the 
Chordettes,  Lu  Ann  Simms  and  the  Archie 
Bleyer  gang  are  all  there  too.  This  is  the 
first  really  comprehensive  representation 
of  Godfrey  and  Co.  on  records. 
DUKE  ELLINGTON — Ellington  Uptown**  (Co- 
lumbia). 

Most  exciting  item  in  this   12-inch  LP  is 
Duke's  Harlem  suite,  A   Tone  Parallel 
To  Harlem.  Louis  Bellison  is  also  featured 
in  a  drum  specialty,  Skin  Deep. 
DIZZY  GILLESPIE.  JIMMY  McPARTLAND — Hot  VS. 

Cool*  (MGM). 

A  novel  album  recorded  at  Birdland,  New 
York's  leading  jazz  club.  The  two  bands, 
which  we  helped  to  assemble,  both  play 
the  same  four  tunes,  in  contrasting  Dixie- 
land and  bop  styles.  Buddy  De  Franco's 
terrific  clarinet  work  on  Indiana  is  the 
best  of  the  "cool"  numbers;  Vic  Dicken- 
son's trombone  on  Battle  Of  Blues  is 
"hot"  highlight.  Also  heard:  the  first  Dixie 
disc  of  Hozv  High  The  Moon  and  the 
first  bop  version   of  Muskrat  Ramble. 


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NEW 
BEACH  FASHION 


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Genuine 

HAIR  DRY 
SWIM  CAPS 


FLORENCE  CHADWICK 

World's  Greatest 
Woman  Swimmer  says: 

"I  know  from  experience, 
U.S.  Howland  Swim  Caps 
really  keep  my  hair  dry." 


U.  S.  Howlands  have  everything.  High  fashion!  Two-tone  hand-painted 
designs,  beautiful  two-tone  rose  appliques,  and  new  solid  colors  to 
enhance  every  smart  beach  ensemble.  Perfect  fit— small,  medium, 
large  and  special  children's  sizes.  Available  at  fine  stores  wherever 
bathing  accessories  are  sold. 

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ROSEBUD  AND 
LEAF  APPLIQUE 


BLACK  AND  RED 
HAND-PAINTED  CHILDREN'S 
DAFFODIL  BALLERINA 


PRODUCT    OF    UNITED    STATES    RUBBER  COMPANY 


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4  out  of  5  top  Hollywood  stars 
...and  you'll  love  it  in 
its  new  Lotion  Form,  too! 


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starring  in 


THE  FARMER  TAKES  A  WIFE" 

A  20th  Century-Fox  Production 
Color  by  Technicolor 


BETTY  GRABLE  says,  "Yes,  I  use  Lustre-Creme  Shampoo."  When  America's  most  glamorous  women  use  Lustre-Creme  Shampoo,  shouldn't 
it  be  your  choice  above  all  others,  too? 

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ahcr  ut  New  Lotion  Form  ! 


NEVER  BEFORE— a  liquid  sham- 
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Shampoo  in  new  Lotion  Form 
is  much  more  than  just  another 
shampoo  that  pours.  It's  a  new 
creamy  lotion,  a  fragrant,  satiny, 
easier-to-use  lotion,  that  brings 
Lustre-Creme  glamour  to  your  hair 
with  every  heavenly  shampoo! 


VOTED  "BEST"  IN  DRAMATIC  USE-TESTS!  Lustre-Creme  Sham- 
poo in  new  Lotion  Form  was  tested  against  4  leading  liquid 
and  lotion  shampoos  ...  all  unlabeled.  And  3  out  of  every  5 
women  preferred  Lustre-Creme  in  new  Lotion  Form  over  each 
competing  shampoo  tested — for  these  important  reasons: 

♦  Does  not  dry  or  dull  the  hair! 

*  Leaves  hair  easier  to  manage! 
'♦Hair  has  better  fragrance! 
+More  economical  to  use! 


+  Lather  foams  more  quickly ! 

*  Easier  to  rinse  away ! 

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*Leaves  hair  more  shining! 


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(Big  economy  size,  $2.) 


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Form  in 
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POUR  IT  ON  — OR  CREAM  IT  ON!  In 

Cream  Form,  Lustre-Creme  is  Amer- 
ica's favorite  cream  shampoo.  And  all 
its  beauty-bringing  qualities  are  in  the 
new  Lotion  Form.  Whichever  form  you 
prefer,  lanolin -blessed  Lustre-Creme 
leaves  your  hair  shining-clean,  eager 
to  wave,  never  dull  or  dry. 


modern  screen j  june  1953 

1 


SPOTLIGHT 
ON 


Because  today's  brightest  stars 
are  Hollywood's  youngest  stars, 
the  editors  have  devoted  the  con- 
tents of  this  issue  to  the  lives, 
loves,  successes  and  tragedies  of 
filmdom's  fabulous  youngsters. 
For  the  real  stories  of  how  and 
why  they  live  the  way  they  do, 
Modern  Screen  has  assigned 
its  entire  staff  of  reporters — 
Hollywood  experts  all — to  the 
job.  On  the  following  45  pages 
we  turn  the  spotlight  on  youth! 


L 


HOLLYWOOD 

AND 

YOUTH 


■  A  month  before  she  gave  birth  to  her  chubby 
baby  son,  Elizabeth  Taylor,  the  most  beautiful 
young  actress  in  Hollywood,  ambled  into .  the  office 
of  the  Los  Angeles  County  Clerk. 

"I  believe,"  Liz  said  politely,  "that  you've 
got  something  for  me." 

Harold  J.  Ostly,  the  tall,  pleasant,  bespectacled 
County  Clerk,  grinned.  He  opened  the  top  drawer 
to  his  desk,  took  out  $47,100  in  Government 
bonds,  and  handed  them  to  Liz. 

"You  could've  picked  these  up  two  years  ago," 
he  said. 

Mike  Wilding,  dressed  in  open  collar  shirt  and 
wearing  the  navy  blue  yachting  cap  he  uses  to 
cover  his  receding  hairline,  shook  his  good-looking 
head  in  puzzled  disbelief. 

Liz  turned  and  blew  him  a  little  feather  of  a  smile 
as  if  to  say,  "I  are  a  naughtly  girl,  aren't  I?" 
Then  she  spoke  to  the  County  Clerk.  "I've  just 
been  too  busy,"  Liz  explained,  "to  come  down  and 
get  this  stuff." 

"This  stuff"  represented  15%  of  Elizabeth  Rosamond 
Taylor  Hilton  Wilding's  film  earnings  which  a 
California  Superior  Court  judge  had  ordered 
invested  in  bonds  during  her  minority. 

Under  California  law,  Liz  was  entitled  to  manage 
her  own  financial  affairs  at  the  age  of  18  if  she 
were  then  married.  She  could  have  obtained  her 
securities  in  May,  1950,  after  her  marriage  to  Nicky 
Hilton,  the  semi-spoiled  young  son  of  a  wealthy, 
capering  hotel  magnate — but  no,  she'd  been  too  busy. 

After  Liz  posed  for  pictures  holding  up  her 
$47,100  in  bonds,  a  $75-per-week  photographer 
sidled  up  to  a  reporter.  "This,"  the  lensman  said  some- 
what bitterly,  "is  what  Hollywood's  sense  of  values 
does  to  a  beautiful  babe.  Too  busy  to  pick  up 
47  grand.  How  do  you  like  that?" 

While  Liz  was  giving  out  with  her  worldly, 
sophisticated,  money-isn't  everything  attitude, 
another  young  married,  a  girl  born  in  Portland, 
Oregon,  who  had  changed  her  name  from  Suzanne 
Burce  to  Jane  Powell,  (Continued  on  page  88) 


41 


The  Success  Story  of  1953!  One  song  began  it,  one  movie  clinched  it — and  young  Miss  Clooney, 


I  ulping  down  coke  between  bites  of  a  hot  dog,  a 
willowy  blonde  waited  in  the  wings  of  a  theater  for  her  cue  to  go  on  stage.  The  show 
people  around  her  were  horrified.  For  years — for  centuries — singers  have 
been  taught  never  to  sing  on  a  full  stomach. 
"Rosie,"  they  pleaded.  "Don't!" 
"It's  all  right,"  she  said,  and  the  words  worked  their  muffled  way  through  a  piece  of  roll. 
"But  suppose  you  burp  in  the  middle  of  your  song!" 

Rosemary  Clooney  shrugged.  "S'all  right,"  she  said.  'Til  just  re-phrase  it." 
This  is  an  anecdote  that  any  movie  star  would  prefer  to  put  in  their  bottom  drawer,  and  a 
procedure  that  most  singers  would  shun  like  the  plague.  Rosemary  Clooney,  however,  is  not 

one  to  wrap  hot  towels  about  her  precious  throat  and  insist  on  a  handy  cup  of  hot  tea, 
nor  is  she  likely  to  hedge  when  asked  a  question,  whether  it  be  about  her  age  (25), her  appetite 

(prodigious).  She  treats  life  and  people  the  same  way  she  sings— tenderly,  honestly, 
without  affectation,  yet  with  plenty  of  what  is  known  politely  as  intestinal  fortitude  and  impolitely  as  guts. 
The  all-around  result  is  that  wherever  Clooney  goes  she  is  immediately  referred  to 
as  'our  Rosie'.  There  is  a  warmth  to  her  personality  that  seeps  out  and  enfolds  everyone 
she  meets,  and  willing  victims  include  an  assortment  of  elderly  ladies,  schnauser  dogs,  small  boys,  millions 
of  big  boys,  what's  even  more  remarkable,  women  of  all  ages. 
Rosie  does  not  do  this  intentionally.  She  was  born  with  the  personality  of  the  Pied 

Piper,  an  indefinable  something  that  could  (and  did)  charm  a  Time  Magazine 
writer  right  out  of  his  derisive  adjectives.  The  latest  large  group  to  fall  under  her  spell  are  the 

citizens  of  Hollywood,  where  the  name  Clooney  is  currently  rolled  around  more  tongues 
than  are  filet  mignons.    Our  Rosie,  they  say,  is  going  to  be  in  the 

big  time  for  long  years  to  come,  and  they  say  it  so  happily 
that  you'd  swear  they  were  talking  about  themselves. 
One  of  the  reasons  people  like  Clooney  (Continued  on  page  94) 


OUR 


BY  JANE  WILKIE 


record  maker,  was  everybody's  Rosie,  record  breaker! 


BY  STEVE  CRONIN 


Brando  has  Hollywood  gasping  again!  After  less  than  three  years  in 
films,  at  the  height  of  his  popularity,  the  peak  of  his  career,  the  "Do- 
what-I -want-to-do"  lad  is  setting  another  precedent:  ffe's  retiring! 


■  Marlon  Brando  has  had  it ! 

After  only  five  motion  pictures,  The  Men, 
Streetcar  Named  Desire,  Viva  Zapata,  Julius 
Caesar,  and  The  Wild  One,  the  29-year-old 
acting  genius  from  Omaha  is  kissing  Holly- 
wood goodbye. 

"I  came  out  to  Hollywood  for  two  rea- 
sons," the  brooding,  hawk-nosed  eccentric 
recently  explained,  "loot  and  film  experience. 
I've  got  'em  both,  and  there's  no  point  in 
hanging  around.  Maybe  I'll  do  Pal  Joey, 
but  right  now  I'm  not  sure.  . 

"Only  thing  I'm  sure  of  is  that  I'm  get- 
ting out.  I'm  going  to  travel,  maybe  do  some 
pictures  in  Europe.  I  want  to  go  to  the  Far 
East,  Siam,  India,  the  South  Sea  Islands. 

"Maybe  later  this  year  I'll  blow  back  to 
New  York.  Maybe  do  a  show  for  Cheryl 
Crawford.  Maybe  just  keep  going,  just  keep 
strumming  that  guitar. 

"I've  got  nothing  against  Hollywood.  It's 
been  very  good  for  me  working  here.  It's 
broadened  me  socially.  I've  learned  a  lot 
about  the  business.  But  it  is  a  business,  and 
when  you've  made  enough  loot,  the  thing  to 
do  is  pull  out. 

"I  like  to  travel,  and  I'd  just  as  soon  spend 
some  of  my  dough  while  I'm  young  and  can 
enjoy  it.  I'm  not  finished  with  motion  pic- 
tures. I'll  make  more  of  'em,  only  maybe 
not  in  Hollywood.  They  make  some  pretty 
good  stuff  in  Europe  {Continued  on  page  84) 


Marlon's  current  film,  Julius  Cae- 
sar, is  his  fifth;  he  has  earned 
$400,000,    enough   for  a  lifetime. 


BY  IMOGENE  COLLJNS 


too  far,  too  fast? 


Bob  If  agner  hit  the  jackpot  overnight,  and  strange  things  happened.  Was  it  stardom  ...  or  Stardust? 


■  There's  a  standard  gag  about  Bob  Wagner 
that  is  going  the  rounds  of  the  20th  Century -Fox  lot: 
"I  sure  feel  sorry  for  that  Wagner  kid.  He's  had 
to  overcome  an  awful  lot  of  obstacles  in  life. 
Do  you  know  that  when  he  was  born  he  almost 
choked  on  that  silver  spoon  in  his  mouth?" 

The  satirical  reference,  of  course,  is  to  the  fact 
that  young  Wagner  comes  from  a  well-to-do  family. 

His  father  is  a  successful  steel  magnate  who  has  seen 
to  it  that  his  two  children  have  always  had  the  best 
of  everything — fine  clothes,  nurses,  private  schools,  cars, 
country  club  memberships,  the  whole  works. 

Now  this  relatively  high  standard  of  living 
is  the  expected  order  in  Grosse  Pointe,  Michigan, 
the  Wagner  home  bailiwick,  and  no  one  gives  it 
a  second  thought.  But  in  Hollywood,  for  a  movie  star 
to  be  born  into  a  wealthy  family  is  an  almost 
inexcusable  error  in  tactics,  an  almost  insurmountable 
obstacle  in  the  obtainment  of  good  public  relations. 

It  is  a  tribute  to  Bob  Wagner's  warm 
and  friendly  personality  that  despite  his  background, 
he's  managed  to  win  the  acclaim  and  interest 
of  the  movie-goers  everywhere. 

"I  know  it  sounds  impossible,"  one  press  agent 
really  cracked,  "but  (Continued  on  page  72) 


2[o  Do 


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E5o. Qu..n  bandra  BrOH  '  '  " 


Bob's  a  busy  boy 
these  days  .  .  .  and  nights. 
He  is  acknowledged 
as  the  favorite  escort  of 
this  season's  crop  of 
starlets,  society  debs,  and 
beauty  contest  winners. 


47 


Zsa  Zsa  Gabor,  whose  family  makes  a  career  of  being 
female,  may  have  mis-judged  her  talents.  She  draws 
as  many  laughs  as  whistles,  could  be  a  comedienne. 


■Already  loaded  with  talent,  Mitzi  Saynor  is  one  of 
those  rare  individuals  who  just  radiates  sex  appeal. 
She's  even  more  attractive  off  than  on  the  screen. 


Monroe  leads  the  parade  .  .  .  and  every  girl  with  a  curve  to  her  name  is  on  the 
bandwagon.  But  they  may  learn  the  hard  way  that  they've  got  to  have  talent,  too. 


■  The  fat,  white  fingers  of  silver  light,  beaming 
from  the  cones  of  great  searchlights,  played  tic- 
tac-toe  in  the  night  sky  above  Hollywood.  Wil- 
shire  Boulevard,  in  front  of  the  Ritz  Theater,  was 
a  happy  bedlam.  Traffic  was  backed  up  for  a 
mile,  and  in  the  glare  of  sputtering  arcs  sleek 
Cadillacs  pullied  to  the  curb  and  discharged  ele- 


gantly appointed  stars  and  movie-makers  who 
made  their  way  into  the  building  through  an 
avenue  of  ropes  that  held  back  thousands  of 
breathless  fans. 

One  by  one  the  big  names  of  the  movies 
made  the  walk  past  the  spectators  and  each  got 
applause  and  cheers.  (Continued  on  page  97) 


49 


Young  stars  like  Farley  Granger  and  Dawn  Addams  arent  falling  .  . .  for  phony  romantic  buildups 


don't 

blame  Farley 


BY  PAMELA  MORGAN 


Shelley's  married  now,  but  she  and  Farley  still  get  a  kick  out  of  kid- 
ding around.  Their  "romance"  was  only  a  joke  to  them,  but  it  taught 
Farley  to  be  careful  with  new  friends  like  Dawn  Addams  (far  right). 


■  The  studio  publicity  man  was  visibly  upset. 
"Look,"  he  said,  "the  photographers  all  shot 
pictures  of  Farley  Granger  and  Shelley  Winters 
at  Donald  O'Connor's  party.  We're  asking  every- 
one to_  kill  the  pictures.  They  just  can't  be 
published." 

"Why  not?"  the  Modern  Screen  editor  re- 
torted. "What's  to  be  so  upset  about?" 

"Well,  you  know  how  it  is.  They  used  to  go 
together.  With  Vittorio  Gassman  in  Italy  and 
all,  it's  liable  to  cause  gossip;  maybe  even 
stories.  You  know  the  kind —  Ts  Shelley's  Mar- 
riage Failing?'  'Will  Farley  and  Shelley  Get 
Together  Again?'  These  pictures  could  cause 
everybody  a  lot  of  trouble." 

Oh  yes? 

Give  the  publicity  man  credit  for  being  alert 
on  his  job,  certainly.  But  as  for  starting  a 
rumor  that  the  paths  of  Shelley  Winters  and 
Farley  Granger  may  cross  again  romantically, 
well,  that's  the  best  laugh  of  the  year.  Any 
journalist  with  an  ounce  -  of  mixed  common 
sense  and  honesty  will  tell  you  that  the  "Shell- 
Farl"  romance  was  one  of  the  neatest  little 
hoaxes  ever  perpetrated  on  the  public. 

No  offense,  though.  It  was  harmless  enough 
and  thoroughly  enjoyed  by  everyone  until 
Shelley  lost  her  sense  of  humor  when  a  reporter 
asked  her  who  she  thought  she  was  kidding. 

"I  don't  need  Farley  for  publicity,"  Shelley 
shouted,  way  back  in  August,  1951.  "If  we 
weren't  on  the  level,  we  might  have  gone  on 
with  it  for  a  couple  of  months.  But  two  years! 
I'm  crazy  about  Farley  and  I  don't  care  who 
knows  it.  If  I  wanted  to  go  with  someone 
just  for  publicity,  I'd  go  with  Francis,  the 
mule  .  .  .  just  because  we  didn't  get  married 
in  June  doesn't  mean  we're  not  in  love  .  .  . 
we'll  get  married  when  we  can,  and  not  when 
a  lot  of.  busybodies  think  we  should." 

The  reporter,  well-disciplined  to  the  ways 
of  Hollywood  in  which  an  actress  may  one  day 
declare  deathless  devotion  and  on  the  next  file 
suit  for  divorce,  took  all  this  with  a  straight 
face.  He  knew,  however,  that  the  bombastic 
pro-and-con  announcements  were  just  a  prel- 
ude to  their  well-chaperoned  romp  through 
Europe  which  was  expertly  tied  up  with  pub- 
licity for  their  latest  picture  efforts. 

Then,  like  a  bombshell,  came  Shelley's  mar- 
riage to  Vittorio  Gass-  (Continued  on  page  96) 


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Yesterday's  Liz  was  Hollywood's  No.  1  problem  child,  bik  hermscapades  helped  make  hertodqyjf 


On  the  late  side  of  one  morning,  a  few  weeks  ago,  Eliza- 
beth Taylor  Wilding  stretched  out  her  five  feet,  four  inches  and 
123  pounds  on  her  oversize  bed,  clad  mainly  in  a  mass  of  turkish 
toweling  from  which  her  home-cut,  black  pqodled  curls  pro- 
truded at  one  end  and  her  pink  toes  wiggled  protestingly  from 
the  other.  Between  those  extremities  a  masseuse  kneaded  her 
tissues  like  a  pastry  cook  attacks  dough.  Having  vanquished 
20  of  the  40  superfluous  pounds  acquired  bearing  her  baby, 
Mike,  Liz  was  on  the  homestretch  of  a  reducing  campaign  with 
15  more  to  lose  before  she'd  be  fit  for  the  cameras  in  her  next 
MGM  picture,  Rhapsody. 

At  this  interesting  juncture,  a  slightly  pixy-ish  male  face 
with  quizzical  eyebrows  and  a  little  boy's  grin — belonging  to  her 
husband,  Michael  Wilding — poked  inside  the  door,  coughed 
discreetly,  said,  "Oh,  excuse  me!"  and  started  to  pull  back  out 
again.  But  muffled  laughter  smote  its  ears  and  the  face  popped 
through  the  opening  again,  like  a  turtle's. 

"What's  so  funny,  Mrs.  Birdnose?"  Mike  inquired. 
"Everything."  chuckled  his  loving  wife. 
"Correct,"    Michael    approved,    "but    philosophy  aside, 
what's  especially  droll  this  morning?" 

"I  was  just  thinking,"  explained  Elizabeth,  "that  here 
I  am,  married,  now  a  mother,  and  already  having  weight 
pounded  off  me  like  a  dowager — but  as  of  today  I'm  just  eligible 
to  vote  for  the  first  time!" 

"You  can  now  also  be  sued,  run  for  office,  and  be  hanged  for 
murder,  if  that's  any  comfort,"  advised  her  mate.  "Happy 
birthday!"  And  when  she  was  presentable,,  he  gave  her  a  big 
kiss  and  a  small  gold  buckle  ring  to  celebrate  the  majority 
attained  by  the  girl  he  had  married. 
The  date  of  that  intimate  scene.  (Continued  on  page  86) 


The  O'Connor  home  rang  with 
love  and  laughter  .  .  .  until 
Don's  career  gave  him  less  and 
less  time  for  his  family.  Now, 
asks  all  Hollywood,  will  the 
O'Connors  ever  be  reunited? 


Little  girls  love  a  nightly 

romp  with  Dad;  but  will  Donna  ever 

be  sure  of  hers? 


Don's  collection  of  foreign 
cars  is  a  hobby  his  wife  and 
daughter  shared. 


BY  WILLIAM  BARBOUR 


Donald  O'Connor's  success  has  beer 


■  "When  is  daddy  coming  home?"  Sooner 
or  later  six-year-old  Donna  O'Connor  had 
to  ask  that  question,  for  in  addition  to 
looking  like  her  famous  father,  she  is  the 
apple  of  his  eye,  and  they  love  each  other 
very  much.  Donna's  mother,  Gwen  O'Con- 
nor, was  prepared  with  a  reply  that  she 
knew   would   be   temporarily  satisfactory. 


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But  the  ladies  never  got 
too  excited  over  Don's  antics  .  .  .  they 
were  pretty  used  to  them! 


Trooper  Don  used  to  give  his 

best  performance  for  the  critical  eyes 

of  Swen,  Donna. 


When  one  O'Connor 

collapsed  another  was  always  ready 

and  willing  to  take  over. 


In  happier  days,  Don  and  Gwen  enjoyed  parties  together.  First  thing,  Don  Immediately  after  the  O'Connors  separated,  rumors  spread  that  Gwen 
always  whipped  out  his  wallet  to  show  his  snapshots  of  Donna.  Here,  was  dating  Dean  Martin.  Pictures  like  this  helped  keep  the  reports  alive 
Don  s  ready  to  give  Mel  Torme  a  look  ...  but  finds  he  left  his  wallet  home!      but  Gwen,  in  tears,  phoned  Dean  to  say  she  had  nothing  to  do  with  it' 


won  with  hard  work  and  brilliant  talent  .  .  .  but  three  young  live*  are  paying  for  it  with  heartbreak. 


Daddy  had  so  much  work  to  do  at  the 
studio  that  he  was  staying  in  his  dressing 
room  for  a  few  days. 

All  children  of  show  business  parents 
can  understand  their  moms  and  dads  being 
away  for  periods  of  time,  but  both  Gwen 
and  Don  knew  that  sooner  or  later  they 
would  have  to  tell  their  daughter  the  real 


truth.  Children  somehow  have  a  way  of 
knowing  the  secrets  their  parents  try  hard- 
est to  cover  up,  and  Donna  O'Connor  is 
brighter  than  most. 

Still,  the  heartbreak  of  separation  was 
kept  from  their  only  child  as  long  as  possi- 
ble. Gwen  and  Don  had  been  through  bat- 
tles before.  They  always  patched  them  up. 


But  this  time  Gwen  was  determined  to 
force  the  issue.  For  the  first  time,  she 
sought  out  an  attorney  and  Don  was  served 
papers.  He  may  have  known  what  was 
coming,  but  the  actual  blow  so  stunned 
him  that  for  the  first  time  in  his  life  he 
begged  off  from  work  on  his  newest  co- 
starring  picture,  (Continued  on  page  102) 


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Mansions  and  imported  butlers  are  as  passe  as  Theda  Barn's  eyebrows.  Good  taste  and  good  fun 


ROBERTA  HAYNES'  sleek  bachelor-girl  apartment  is  gay  with  hec  Her  box-spring  and  mattress  were  Roberta's  first  purchase.'  She 
own  brand  of  contemporary,  plus  home-made,  furniture.  Wood,  had  to  wait  for  her  next  pay  check  before  completing  the  bed- 
wrought  iron,  foam  rubber  are  mainstays  of  her  three-roomer.      room!  Roberta  made  the  "cafe"  curtains,  her  mother,  the  spread. 


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are  the  keynotes  of  today's  generation. 


■  Tourists  who  visit  Hollywood  are  con- 
stantly amazed  by  the  large  number  of 
signs  on  fabulous  Wilshire  Boulevard  that 
advertise  auctions. 

"•TOXITE — AUCTIOX  OF  LAVISH  FURXISH- 
LXGS  FROM  THE  MAXSIOX  OF  MISS  JOAX 
CRAWFORD  .  .  .  XEXT  TUESDAY  AUCTIOX 
OF  FABULOUS  POSSESSIOXS  FROM  THE 
MAXSIOX  OF  MISS  BARBARA  STAXWYCK  .  .  . 
FROM  HEDY  LAMARR's  MAXSIOX,  COM- 
PLETE FURNISHINGS  TO  BE  SOLD  AT  AUC- 
TION." 

One  visitor  from  the  East,  after  ob- 
serving all  these  auction  advertisements, 
turned  to  a  friend  of  hers,  a  long-time 
resident  of  the  movie  colony,  and  said, 
"Surely,  there  must  be  one  Hollywood 
star  who  doesn't  live  in  a  mansion?" 

The  truth  is  that  there  are  dozens  of 
actors  and  actresses  who  live  simply, 
reasonably,  and  normally;  and  with  few 
exceptions,  practically  all  of  these  are 
under  the  age  of  30. 

The  day  has  long  since  passed  when  an 
actor,  on  being  signed  to  a  contract,  raced 
to  a  phone,  {Continued  on  next  page) 


JOYCE  HOLD  EN  believes  one  can  be  modern  and  still  not  lose  the  charm 
of  antiques.  The-livina  room  [top,  above)  of  her  two-bedroom  apartment 
is  comfortably  contemporary — with  practical  leather  chairs  and  shag  rug. 
Quaint  old  prints  spark  up  the  dark  walls.  Her  bedroom  [above]  goes 
definitely  old-fashioned,  however.  It  houses  her  collection  of  antiques, 
including  four-poster  bed  and  old-fashioned  marbie-topped  washstand. 


RORY  CALHOUN  and  his  wife,  Lita  Baron,  hit  the  Hollywood  jack- 
pot with  their  home!  Rory  bought  this  eight-room  Colonial  house 
in  Beverly  Hills,  then  learned  a  swimming  pool  came  with  it,  freeJ 


The  paneled  bar  in  the  Calhoun  home  is  an  example  of  Rory's  skill 
as  a  cabinet  maker.  His  other  hobbies  are  ranching,  gun  collecting, 
foreign  cars.  Currently  he's  remodeling  the  garage  into  a  playroom. 


more; 


how 

young  Hollywood 
lives 


continued 


JOAN  EVANS,  a  bride  of  one  year,  believes  this  three-room  furnished  apart- 
ment is  perfect  for  a  novice  housekeeper.  It  leaves  her  plenty  of  time  to 
concentrate  on  her  cooking.  Joan  planned  the  soft  monochrome  green  decor. 


JERRY  LEWIS  and  his  wife  Patti  adore  their  new  playhouse,  the  most  complete 
party  room  in  all  Hollywood.  The  30  by  60  foot  building  cost  over  $25,000. 
But  Jerry,  who  earns  about  half  a  million  a  year  considers  it  well  worth  it. 


JOANNE  GILBERT,  like  lots  of  young  actresses,  lives  at 
home.  Her  parents  are  separated  so  she  shares  an 
apartment  with  her  mother,  visits  her  father  often. 


rang  up  an  important  real  estate  dealer,  and 
shouted,  "I've  just  signed  a  contract  at  Metro. 
Get  me  a  house  befitting  my  position.  You  know, 
gardens,  swimming  pool,  the  whole  works." 

The  reason  these  days  have  passed  is  that 
starting  salaries  in  the  motion  picture  industry 
aren't  very  large.  Janet  Leigh  began  at  $43.80  a 
week,  Debbie  Reynolds  at  less  than  $100,  the 
same  holds  true  for  Marilyn  Monroe,  Tony 
Curtis,  Bob  Wagner,  Debra  Paget,  Lana  Turner, 
Betty  Grable,  and  so  on  down  the  line. 

It  takes  anywhere  from  five  to  ten  years  before 
a  star  begins  earning  a  four-figure  weekly  salary; 
so  that  for  the  most  part  they  spend  their  early 
working  days  living  in  small  but  well-furnished 
apartments  or  in  small  but  modest  rented  houses. 

When  they  hit  the  big  time  and  have  proven 
themselves  great  box-office  attractions,  their 
salaries  boom,  and  they  begin  to  live  accordingly. 

Jane  Powell  has  just  bought  herself  a  beautiful 
new  home  in  Westwood.  In  addition  to  her  large 
Metro  salary,  Jane  averages  $8,500  a  week  when 
she  goes  out  on  personal  {Continued  on  page  107) 


URSULA  THIESS  chose  watermelon  couch  and  drapes,  and  green 
walls  to  set  off  her  dark-haired  beauty.  Wilshire  Bqulevard,  a  popu- 
lar neighborhood  for  young   stars,   is  right  outside   her  door. 


A  poodle  named  "Pappy"  shares  Ursula's  three-room  apartment 
with  her.  She  maintains  that  every  bachelor  girl  should  own  a 
pet — if  only  as  an  incentive  to  cooking  a  meal  at  home  each  day. 


DAWN  ADDAMS  has  plenty  of  ups  and  downs  in  her  home  life.  Her 
•apartment  has  three  levels:  three  steps  up  to  the  living  room,  two 
down  to  the  dinette,  and  a  whole  flight  up  to  the  balcony  bedroom. 


A  jumble  of  mementos  gathered  along  the  way  (Dawn's  traveled 
all  over  the  world  with  her  father,  an  English  Army  officer)  add  to 
the  colorful  effect.  Other  bright  touches  are  home-made  pillows. 


The  Movie  Mother  is  an  ever-present  problem.    Today  a  new  team  of  inseparables  -brings  up  the 


■  You  should  watch  Debra  Paget's  eyes  sometimes  when 
anyone  suggests  that  she  is  still  a  mama's  girl.  They'  can  slant 
down  to  the  thinnest,  unfriendliest  tilted  slits  you  ever  saw. 
She  might  say  a  few  cold  words  in  denial,  or,  even  more  likely, 
do  it  with  an  even  colder  silence.  She  particularly  resents  such 
insinuations  from  boys.  One  such  fellow  talked  along  this  line 
when  trying  for  a  date  the  other  day.  Not  an  effusive  girl  any- 
way, Debra  gave  him  a  look  that  told  him  exactly  what  to  do 
but  he  refused  to  drop.  He  managed  to  stay  on  his  feet,  and 
alive,  while  she  marched  away.  He  wouldn't  have  gotten  the 
date  anyway,  very  likely,  but  if  he  had  been  more  diplomatic 
there  might  have  been  an  invitation  to  join  the  gang  at  her 
home  some  evening. 

It  is  difficult  to  picture  Debra  as  a  meek  and  obedient  daugh- 
ter when  you  study  her  full-blown  beauty,  catch  the  flaunting 
fling  her  curvacious  figure  can  achieve  when  she  walks  down 
the  street  in  a  bright  ballerina  skirt,  (Continued  on  page  111) 


Unspoiled  by  fame,  or  fortune  (Her  salary  is  $500  a 
week)  Debra  lives  in  this  small  rented  house.  She  re- 
ceives no  al'owance;  Mom  handles  all  pocket  money. 


Whether  it's  work  or  play,  Debbie's  mother,  Mrs.  Frank  Griffin,  is 
right  there  by  her  side.  They  attend  premieres  and  parties  together, 
and,  on  set,  Mrs.  Griffin  is  just  an  inch  or  two  out  of  camera  range. 


Is  Mrs.  Griffin  living  her  own  life  over  again,  in  Debbie's  career?  Once 
a  successful  vaudeville  and  stage  star  herself,  she  seems  to  glory 
in  the  attention  and  excitement  surrounding  her  beautiful  daughter. 


old  Mother-Daughter  riddle:  Is  it  good  for  Debra  .  .  .  or  her  mother  ?    ■    by  Alice  hoffman 


Babysitting  with  2-year-old  Meg  is  Debbie's  Nobody's  a  pampered  movie  star  in  Debra's  house!  Handsome  brother  Frank  and  Debra  are 
favorite  chore.  She  spends  her  free  time  with  She  has  to  take  her  turn  with  the  dishes  just  like  close  pals.  They  frequently  appear  in  little 
her  sisters,   brother   and,   of  course,    mother,    younger  sister  Lezlie  who  also  wants  to  be  a  star,    theater  plays  together.  Frank's  an  actor,  too. 


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Big-name  movie  stars,  and  next-door  neighbors  gather  at  Debbie's  ho 


Debbie  doesn't  have  much  time  to  devote  to  just  plain  relax- 
ing. Busy  with  her  girl  scout  troop,  French  horn  practicing, 
and  her  career,  she  has  few  minutes  for  her  poodle  "Turse'y." 


Burned  once,  Debbie's  determined  to  guard  her  heart  more 
carefully  next  time.  She  has  many  dates,  won't  go  steady. 
Tom  Morton  gets  the  same  attention  as  her  other  beaus. 


break.  Buoyant  Debbie  Reynolds  is  learning  that 


ise  often.  As  long  as  they  like  to  laugh,  and  love  to  eat,  they're  welcome! 


"//  you  see  my  darling  with  somebody  new, 
Keep  it  a  secret  whatever  you  do," 

■  The  misty,  California  spring  night  had  given 
way  to  grey,  early  morning  fog  when  a  young  girl, 
a  small  and  pert  young  beauty,  stepped  out 
from  the  Los  Angeles  Airport  waiting  room 
onto  the  passenger  loading  apron.  She  wore  a  light, 
tailored  suit,  a  gay,  knitted  cloche  on  her  head  and 
fingered  an  icebox-fresh  corsage  pinned  at  her  throat. 

With  her  came  a  middle-aged  couple.  The  three 
stood  for  a  few  minutes  in  a  fond,  close  grouping 
and  then  with  a  last,  quick  embrace  for  each 
of  them  the  girl  turned  and  ran  for  her  plane. 
Motors  roared.  The  DC-4  taxied  slowly  away. 
Debbie  Reynolds  was  leaving  Hollywood  for 
an  extended  tour  .  . .  leaving  with  a  saddened  heart. 

There  should  have  been  another  there,  a  tall,  darkly 
handsome  boy,  but  he  wasn't  .  .  .  unless  you 
count  the  memory  of  him  which  filled  her  mind. 
Once  they  had  been  close,  once  she  would  have 
had  a  right  to  expect  him'  there,  once  his  hand 
would  have  been  the  last  to  touch  hers  before  she 
left.  But  that  had  been  once.  Now  it  was  not  like 
that.  Now  you  hear  of  him  being  with  others  ... 

"Why  should  you  tell  me  and  break  my 
poor  heart? 
Then  foolish  pride  would  just  drive  us 
apart." 

Debbie  Reynolds  and  Bob  Wagner  were  never 
engaged.  He  never  gave  her  a  ring.  They  never 
announced  that  they  were  going  steady.  They  were 
young  and  like  the  young  made  a  lot  of  their 
independence.  It's  just  that  for  almost  three  years 
they  were  a  pair;  they  liked  each  other  better 
than  anyone  else,  they  had  regular  Saturday  night 
dates,  and  many   spur-of-the-moment  weekday 
dates,  they  met  each  (Continued  on  page  82) 


is  safety  in  numbers !  ■  by  consuelo  Anderson 


irics  of  "Keep  It  A  Secret"  quoted  by  permission  of 

py  right  owners  Shapiro,  Bernstein  and  Co.,  Inc.,  Publishers. 


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know  the  way  to  face  the  future  is  together. 


■  Barbara  Ruick  and  Bob  Horton  are  one 
of  the  brightest  young  couples  on  the  Hollywood 
horizon.  She  is  the  daughter  of  radio  actress 
Lurene  TuttJe  and  radio  actor  Melville  Ruick,  and 
her  two-year-old  contract  with  MGM  has  put 
her  in  such  pictures  as  Above  and  Beyond,  I 
Love  Melvin  and  The  Affairs  of  Dobie  Gillis. 
Barbara  herself  has  put  even  more  into 
her  movies  than  was  expected  in  the  wildest 
dreams  of  studio  executives,  and  as  a  result 
she  is  slated  for  the  big  time  on  that  lot.  A  star 
dressing  room  is  also  waiting  for  Bob,  whose 
portrayals  in  The  Arena  and  The  Bright  Road  mark 
him  as  an  unquestionably  fine  actor. 

Come  August,  all  this  talent  is  going  to  'be 
lumped  into  one  family,  when  Barbara  and 
Bob  exchange  their  vows  in  front  of  what  they 
both  agree  will  be  a  "small  altar." 

There  has  been  plenty  of  time  to  discuss  the 
wedding,  the  kind  of  house  they  want,  and  whether 
or  not  they'll  install  a  garbage  disposal  unit, 
keep  parakeets  and  have  children.  Long  engage- 
ments versus  short  engagements  make  a 
frequent  subject  for  debate,  and  Barbara  admits 
she  would  have  been  willing  to  many  Bob  24 
hours  after  Cupid  let  go  with  his  arrow. 
Twenty-four  hours,  she  figures,  would  have 
been  more  than  sufficient  (  Continued  on  next  page) 


Livestock  penned  in  a  corral,  to  be  used  as  "extras!'  in  the  film,  make 
a  local  point  of  interest  for  Bob  to  show  Barbara.  She  became  so 
excited  over  the  cattle  she  almost  fell  into  the  corral  with  them. 


Time  out  for  lunch.  Food  on  location  isn't  as  fancy  as  the  Brown 
Derby's,  but  there's  plenty  of  it.  Barbara  never  liked  cooking  until 
Bob  became  a  steady  customer  for  dinner.  Now  she  thinks  it's  fun. 


Barbara  Ruick  paid  a  visit  to  fiance  Bob  Horton  when  he 
was  on  location  in  Arizona  for  MSM's  The  Arena. 
First  thing  Bob  did  was  give  his  girl  a  trot  around  camp. 


Anybody  looking?  The  engaged  pair  duck  behind  Bob's  big-brimmed 
hat  for  a  kiss.  They've  been  planning  to  marry  for  almost  a  year, 
but  must  wait  until  August;  Bob's  divorce  becomes  final  then. 


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Back  in  Hollywood  after  his  location  trip  to  Arizona,  Bob  cele- 
brates by  taking  Barbara  out  for  dinner.  But,  it's  home  early  for 
them  .  .  .  both  have  6  A.M.  calls  at  the  studio  the  next  day. 


Barbara,  who  shares  an  apartment  with  her  mother,  gives  Bob  a 
good  night  kiss  at  the  door.  The  night  she  got  her  engagement 
ring   (below)   was  one  of  the  most  exciting  in  her  whole  life. 


love's  young  dream  continued 


to  gather  up  her  wedding  dress,  the  license  and  the 
dime  for  her  shoe.  But  because  Bob's  interlocutory 
divorce  decree  will  not  be  final  until  August,  Barbara 
has  been  forced  to  endure  an  engagement  period  of 
almost  a  year. 

"And  you  know,  I've  decided  it's  a  good  idea,"  she 
says.  "It  gives  us  time  to  iron  out  the  kinks." 

None  of  the  so-called  kinks  are  very  serious,  as  their 
temperaments  seem  admirably  suited  to  each  other. 
They  agree  on  many  things,  including  the  fact  that 
the  least  likely  way  to  spend  an  evening  is  a  siege  at  a 
plush  nightclub.  If  you  really  wanted  to  find  them  after 
working  hours,  the  best  bet  would  be  any  little 
restaurant  where  there  is  a  torrid  piano  player.  Barbara 
would  be  the  brown-eyed  blonde  who  is  so  engrossed  in 
the  music,  and  Bob  would  be  the  handsome  man  with 
red  hair,  the  one  wearing  the  patient,  puzzled  ex- 
pression. The  pianist  comes  to  a  highly  stylized  phrase, 
and  Barbara  half  rises  from  the  chair  in  her  excitement. 
"Now  what  did  he  do?"  says  Bob. 
"Didn't  you  hear  that?"  she  says.  "About  two  bars 
back.  Those  were  the  licks  I've  been  telling  you  about." 

Bob  shifts  in  his  chair.  "Now,  go  over  that  once 
more  for  me — lightly.  You  mean  when  he  hits  the 
keys  in  sort  of  an  off-beat  way — " 

"That's  it — that's  it!  Now,  listen  and  see  if  you 
can  tell  me  when  he  does  it  again.  I'll  make  you  a 
jazz  fan  yet !" 

If  you  wanted  to  find  them  during  the  day,  look 
around  any  sports  stadium.  Baseball,  football,  basket- 
ball, it  doesn't  matter — if  it's  a  good  game,  they'll  be 
there.  Barbara  is  the  one  who  is  either  staring  intently 
at  the  field  or  plying  Bob  with  questions  about  tech- 
nical points  of  the  game,  which  he  answers  as  fast  as 
she  asks  them. 

Since  last  fall,  when  love  bloomed  between  them, 
they  have  had  a  liberal  education  concerning  each 
other.  Bob  wants  desperately  to  be  a  hipster  so  that 
he  can  share  her  enthusiasm  for  jazz,  and  Barbara 
has  discovered  that  he  has  an  excellent  singing  voice 
which  she  thinks  with  a  year's  training  could  be  slightly 
sensational.  Bob  has  found  out  that  his  future  bride 
can  whip  up  an  excellent  dinner,  and  Barbara  was 
pleased  to  find  that  while  she  never  enjoyed  cooking 
for  herself,  it  developed  into  a  pleasure,  when  she 
was  doing  it  for  Bob.  She  likes  Chinese  food,  which  he 
loathes,  and  he  likes  Mexican  food  which  sends  Bar- 
bara's digestive  system  into  a  snit,  so  they  compromise 
at  Italian  restaurants.  They  have  discussed  at  length 
the  affect  of  their  combined  careers  on  their  coming 
marriage  and  feel  they  understand  the  other's  work 
so  well  that  they  will  be  able  to  iron  out  any  possible 
wrinkles. 

The  attraction  that  has  grown  between  them  has 
been  a  gradual  thing.  They  first  met  more  than  a  year 
ago  in  the  office  of  MGM  dramatic  coach  Lillian  Burns, 
and  it  was  a  matter  of  "How  do  you  do,  Mr.  Horton?" 
and  "Quite  well,  thank  you,  (Continued  on  page  100) 


chance  of  a  lifetime 


Here  are  tomorrow's  top  twenty -two!  On  this  and  the  following  four  pages 
Modern  Screen  lifts  the  curtain,  turns  the  spotlight  on  the  newcomers  Holly- 
wood has  been  grooming  for  big-time.  Now  it's  up  to  them — and  to  you. 


"7^  at  the  sneak  preview  — they  all  said  Burton! 


■  A  neighborhood  movie  house  was  the  scene  of  a  20th 
Century-Fox  preview  some  months  ago.  It  was  what  is 
known  in  the  trade  as  a  "first  sneak,"  which  means  the  first 
opportunity  the  studio  executives  have  to  examine  the  pic- 
ture with  an  unbiased  audience.  The  movie  was  My  Cousin 
Rachel,  and  during  the  screening  the  house  was  very  quiet. 
As  a  matter  of  fact,  you  could  tell  it  was  obviously  a 


little  too  quiet  to  suit  the  taste  of  the  nervous  producers. 

When  the  picture  was  over  the  audience  filed  into  the 
lobby  and  dutifully  walked  to  the  temporary  desks  provided 
for  the  purpose  and  began  filling  in  the  comment  cards. 
There  was  still  little  conversation,  and  none  of  the  usual 
gayety  audiences  express  at  such  a  screening.  When  the  last 
of  them  was  gone  the  producers  {Continued  on  page  109) 


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chance  of  a  lifetime 


Four  brand  new  stars  found  the  hey  to 


continued 


KEEFE  BRASSELLE 


ANNA  MARIA  ALBERGHETTI 


6 


a  press  agent's  brain-storm  came  true 

■  Keefe  Brasselle  was  pretty  blue  the  day  he  dropped  by 
the  office  of  his  old  friend,  the  publicist,  Glenn  Rose.  He 
wasn't  getting  parts-;  he  feared  his  option  would  be 
dropped.  As  he  recited  his  miseries,  Glenn  suddenly 
pointed  a  finger  at  Keefe.  "You  are  going  to  be  Eddie 
Cantor."  Keefe  told  him  he'd  lost  his  .  mind.  "I  don't 
look  like  Cantor;  too  many  other  actors  are  after  the 
part."  But  Glenn's  eyes  were  glazed  with  an  idea  that 
wouldn't  let  go..  Keefe  went  home.  Glenn  grabbed  a 
phone  to  tell  Sidney  Skolsky  to  stop  worrying  about  a 
lead  for  The  Cantor  Story.  Meantime  the  idea  began  to 
bother  Brasselle.  He  had  some  pictures  of  himself  made  up 
to  look  like  Eddie.  Glenn  hunted  up  a  girl  named  Bar- 
bara Donahue,  who  worked  for  an  optical  company.  Con- 
tact lenses  were  needed  to  change  his  blue  eyes  to  dark 
Cantor  color.  He  called  Keefe  and  announced,  "Boy,  I 
got  your  eyes — for  nothing."  Then  they  button-holed  pro- 
ducer Skolsky  in  the  back  room  at  Schwab's  drug  store. 
Miraculously,  Brasselle  had  the  part  of  his  life.  This  is  the 
true  story  of  how  one  man's  idea  secured"  the  future  of  a 
star.  The  talented  boy  from  Elyria,  Ohio,  who  clerked  in 
a  Hollywood  shoe  store,  and  sold  •automobiles  to  support 
his  family — Keefe  Brasselle — has    clicked   for  good! 


^  talent  scouts  watch  television 


■  It  just  seems  that  every' time  Anna  Maria  Alberghetti 
opens  her  pretty  mouth  to  sing,  she  gets  moved.  It  hap- 
pened on  her  home  Island  of  Rhodes,  before  she  was  12. 
She  had  concert  engagements  in  Italy,  and  won  passports 
for  herself  and  her  war-exhausted  family  when  she  sang 
her  lucky  song,  "Cara  Nome"  for  the  military  governor.  A 
high  C  in  Italy  won  her  contracts  in  America  at  Carnegie 
Hall.  One  trill  in  that  famous  auditorium  and  music- 
devotee  and  celebrated  MC,  Ed  Sullivan  had  her  on  his  TV 
program.  The  camera  had  just  focused  on  her  golden 
throat  when  she  was  spotted  by  Adolph  Zukor.  She  was 
whisked  from  New  York  to  Hollywood  to  sing  in  a  pic- 
ture with  another  tune-hummer,  Mr.  H.  L.  Crosby.  To 
complete  this  fairy  tale  that  came  true,  Anna  Maria  got 
a  contract  at  Paramount.  In  The  Stars  Are  Singing,  Miss 
Alberghetti  proved  she  could  act  as  well  as  sing.  She'll  be 
teamed  with  Rosemary  Clooney  again  in  her  next,  Red 
Garters.  She  never  sings  a  note  before  12:00  noon.  Her 
father,  a  fine  musician  and  her  teacher,  says  because  she 
is  so  young,  not  yet  16,  it  would  harm  her  voice  to  sing 
before  her  body  is  fully  awake.  Once  having  heard  her, 
nobody,  not  everf  the  neighbors,  can  wait  till  she's  old 
enough  to  sing  all  the  time,  from  morning  to  night. 


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success  Like  a  present  under  the  Christmas  tree  —  one  morning  there  it  was.    Just  like  that 


JOANNE  GILBERT 


all  it  took  was  a  pair  of  scissors 

■  Joanne  Gilbert  is  as  flabbergasted  as  anyone  else  over 
her  amazing  leap  from  obscurity  to  movie  fame  without 
having  appeared  in  a  single  picture.  This  newcomer,  who's 
set  to  star  with  Donald  O'Connor  in  The  Big  Song  And 
Dance  says,  "I've  had  nothing  but  luck!"  Part  of  that 
luck  is  the  fact  that  although  her  parents  are  separated, 
her  mother  sensibly  allowed  her  to  see  a  lot  of  her  dad. 
Ray  Gilbert,  Academy  Award  winning  song  writer.  One 
day,  tired  of  her  5-year  career  of  modeling.  Joanne  told 
him,  "I've  got  an  idea.  Would  you  write  me  some  special 
material?"  "Sure,"  he  replied.  He  wrote.  She  sang.  He 
listened.  His  eyes  popped  wide  open.  Then  Joe  Pasternak 
of  MGM  suggested  she  put  on  a  charity  performance  at 
the  Mocambo.  Owner  Charley  Morrison  was  enthusiastic 
until  she  showed  up  in  a  man's  white  blouse  and  long  black 
trousers.  All  was  saved,  however,  when  someone  ip  a  fit  of 
genius  produced  a  pair  of  scissors,  snipped  away  the  pants 
legs  and  behold !  There  were  legs  that  would  make  Marlene 
Dietrich  think  twice.  The  results  were  startling.  The 
sultry,  emotion-filled  voice,  the  big  hazel  eyes  knocked 
Hollywood  for  a  loop  and  Paramount  for  a  contract. 
One  critic  said.  "That  voice — those  eyes — the  legs  that 
never  stop.  WOW ! "  And  Hollywood  thinks  fans  will  agree. 


TAB  HUNTER 


^  who's  the  tow-head  in  the  tenth  row? 

■  Tab  Hunter  is  a  lad  who  never  bled  to  be  an  actor.  As  a 
matter  of  fact,  he  was  plucked  off  the  bleachers  at  an  ice- 
show,  and  thrown  into  the  arms  of  Linda  Darnell.  He 
was  a  spectator  at  an  ice  show  the  night  Henry  Will- 
son,  a  top  talent  scout,  spotted  him  all  a'gog  at  the 
figure  eights.  Willson  has  picked  people  like  Linda 
Darnell,  Rory  Calhoun,  and  Lana  Turner  before  they 
knew  the  front  end  of  a  camera  from  the  back,  and 
helped  them  develop  into  stars.  He  wanted  the  same  thing 
for  Tab.  And  Tab  didn't  mind  a  bit.  His  first  role  was  in 
Island  of  Desire,  with  Miss  Darnell.  Now  he's  slated  for 
Steel  Lady.  Tab  is  the  boy-next-door  type,  an  ex-San  Fran- 
ciscan who  doesn't  believe  that  his  profile  is  heaven's  gift 
to  movies.  He  works  hard  to  keep  in  trim,  riding  and 
jumping  horses;  studies  acting  and  singing  diligently.  He 
lives  with  his  mother,  but  call  him  "Mama's  Boy"  and 
you'll  collect  a  good  sock  on  the  nose.  At  22,  he's  a  bachelor 
and  an  ex-Marine.  He  ran  away  from  home  at  15  to  join 
the  Leathernecks.  Now  that  he's  home  again  the  situation 
is  still  well  in  hand — including  the  social  fife  of  Hollywood. 
This  boy  gets  around  with  the  best — Susan  Zanuck  and 
Debbie  Reynolds,  for  instance — and  Hollywood  predicts 
that  Tab  Hunter  will  stay  around  for  a  long,  long  time. 


Tomorrow' s  spotlight  will 
shine  on  these  new  faces — 
17  youngsters  hand-picked  and 
ready  for  the  big  break. 


PHYLLIS  KIRK  has  been  given  a 
fast  shuffle  by  Hollywood  .  .  .  but  it 
looks  like  the  time  has  come  for  a 
"new  deal"  for  her,  now.  Under  con- 
tract for  a  while,  first  to  MGM  then  to 
Warner  Bros.,  at  last  Paramount  gave 
her  a  break   in   their   Iron  Mistress. 


TOM  MORTON'S  one  chorus  boy 
who  made  good.  (Van  Johnson's  an- 
other.) Tom  had  the  audacity  to  hire 
a  press  agent  while  still  in  the  chorus. 
Paramount  teamed  him  with  another 
unknown  (Rosemary  Clooney)  in  The 
Stars  Are  Singing;  has  big  plans  for  him. 


ELAINE  STEWART  and  Marilyn 
Monroe  have  something  in  common: 
Marilyn  was  married  to  a  policeman, 
Elaine  is  the  daughter  of  one.  Some- 
thing else,  too — of  all  the  girls  in  Holly- 
wood, Elaine  is  Marilyn's  closest  sex- 
appeal  competitor.  She's  in  Young  Bess. 


PALMER  LEE'S  been  called  every- 
thing under  the  sun  by  casting  agents: 
too  short,  too  tall,  too  handsome,  too 
ugly.  But,  like  the  patient  Norwegian- 
American  that  he  is,  he  stuck  it  out  till 
U.  I."  cook  a  second  look  and  signed 
him  up.  His  next:  The  Cimarron  Kid. 


LORI  NELSON  had  to  give"  up  Hol- 
lywood at  the  age  of  eight.  Rheumatic 
fever  cost  her  a  job  in  King's  Row.  But 
she  lived  in  the  movie  neighborhood, 
and  pretty  soon  the  gal  down  the  street 
was  on"  the  screen  in  the  Ma  and  Pa 
Kettle  series.  At  20,  Lori's  on  her  way. 


RICHARD  ALLAN  majored  in  music 
at  college  till  World  War  II  came  along. 
Drafted,  he  ended  up  in  an  overseas 
laundry  unit.  His  first  film  break  came 
when  he  doubled  for  Monty  Cliffs 
swimming  scenes  in  Place  In  The  Sun. 
His  latest  (same  old  water!)  is  Niagara. 


KATY  JURADO  used  to  be  such  a 
tomboy  she  beat  up  all  the  boys  in 
the  neighborhood.  She  still  floors  'em, 
but  with  her  flashing  dark  eyes,  now, 
instead  of  her  fists.  A  native  of  Mexico, 
where  she  was  a  top  star,  she  made  a 
name  for  herself  here  in  High  Noon. 


KEITH  ANDES"  best  breaks  have 
come  with  a  germ.  He  met  his  beauti- 
ful- nurse  wife  while  sick-a-bed.  Alfred 
Drake's  illness  in  Kiss  Me  Kate  gave 
Keith  a  chance  to  sing  the  lead  22 
times.  RKO  scouts  heard  him,  cast  him 
in  Clash  By  Night  and  Split  Second. 


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SUSAN  CABOT  was  born  in  Boston 
and  raised  in  the  Bronx.  She's  as 
American  as  a  hot  dog — but,  oddly 
enough,  until  she  was  teamed  recently 
with  Audie  Murphy  in  Roughshod,  she 
played  nothing  but  native  girls  and  In- 
dian   princesses    in    her   movie  roles. 


BYRON  PALMER'S  performance  in 
Tonight  We  Sing  netted  him  such 
glowing  notices  that  Darryl  Zanuck 
signed  him  to  a  contract  when  studios 
were  dropping,  not  hiring,  actors..  If 
"By,"  as  his  friends  call  him,  ever  tires 
of  movies,  he'll  try  newspaper  work. 


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POLLY  BERGEN  is  about  as  differ- 
ent as  you  can  get.  She  dances  with  a 
Southern  accent;  attended  45  different 
high  schools;  once  got  fired  as  a  singer 
because  she  was  "too  sexy."  She's  still 
something  special  as  a  wife  to  Jerome 
Courtland— and  a  star  in  The  Stooge. 


TOUCH  CONNORS  has  been  shoot- 
ing for  a  screen  career  right  along,  but 
he's  studying  law  on  the  side  .  .  .  just 
in  case!  He  is  registered  under  his  real 
name,  Joy  O'Hanian,  at  Southwestern 
University.  But,  if  his  role  in  Sudden 
Fear  means  anything,  he'll  forget  law. 


ROBERTA  HAYNES'  father  used  to 
be  an  electrical  engineer  ...  so  maybe 
that  accounts  for  the  sparks  that  start 
flying  when  she's  on  screen!  Her  first 
bit  role,  in  High  Noon,  wound  up  on 
the  cutting  room  floor,  but  she  made 
out    better    in    Return    To  Paradise. 


HUGH  O' BRIAN  was  the  youngest 
drill  sergeant  in  the  history  of  the  Ma- 
rine Corps.  Except  for  some  amateur 
magic,  his  aptitude  for  acting  seemed 
almost  non-existant.  But  Hugh  looks 
good,  talks  sense,  and  comes  across  the 
screen  big  in  The  Man  From  The  Alamo. 


BETTA  ST.  JOHN  licked  a  serious 
speech  impediment  and  went  on  to  be- 
come a  child  actress  at  the  age  of  eight. 
At  16,  she  danced  herself  into  the 
chorus  of  Carousel  on  Broadway;  next, 
she  landed  a  job  in  South  Pacific.  You'll 
be   seeing   her    in    20th's    The  Robe. 


CRAIG  HILL's  big  ambition  is  to 
buy  a  boat  that  will  carry  him  away  on 
a  cruise  to  South  America  someday.  If 
his  screen  career  keeps  zooming  the 
way  it's  doing,  he'll  have  the  money 
for  the  trip  in  short  order  .  .  .  but  no 
time !  He'll  be  too  busy  making  movies. 


AUDREY  DALTON  hails  from  Dub- 
lin, where  she  was  schooled  at  the  Con- 
vent of  the  Sacred  Heart.  She  has  more 
poise  than  the  average  18-year-old, 
sparkling  blue-green  Irish  eyes,  and  a 
smouldering  temper  she's  never  used. 
She's  in  Paramount's  Pleasure  Island. 


too  far,  too  fast? 


(Continued  from  page  47)  the  fans  like 
Bob  even  though  he  did  come  up  the  easy 
way." 

Dale  Robertson  who  has  played  opposite 
the  23-year-old  star  and  knows  him  well, 
says,  "Wagner's  a  regular  guy,  very  like- 
able and  down-to-earth,  no  airs  or  anythin', 
that's  why  everyone  goes  for  him.  A  swell 
kid." 

Debbie  Reynolds'  mother,  who  saw  a 
good  deal  of  the  tall,  brown-eyed  Wagner 
when  he  was  going  more  or  less  steadily 
with  her  daughter,  generates  the  same 
sort  of  enthusiasm  when  she  discusses 
Bob.  "He's  a  wonderful  boy,"  she  ex- 
plains, "well-bred  and  well-mannered,  the 
kind  of  boy  a  mother  knows  she  can  trust 
her  daughter  with.  He  is  every  inch  a 
gentleman  and  a  wonderful  reflection  of 
good,  substantial  upbringing.  He's  always 
welcome  in  our  house." 

These  quotations  are  typical  of  the  high 
regard  in  which  Wagner  is  held  in  Holly- 
wood. 

Throughout  the  country  he  rates  simi- 
larly— that  is,  if  his  fan  mail  is  any  indi- 
cation— and  it  always  is. 

When  Titanic  is  released,  and  Wagner 
finishes  Twelve-Mile  Reef  with  Terry 
Moore  down  at  Tarpon  Springs,  Florida, 
it  is  highly  probable  that  his  fan  mail 
will  double.  All  of  which  leads  us  to  the 
vital  point  of  discussion — is  this  friendly, 
good-looking  young  actor  with  the  mon- 
eyed background  and  the  winning  smile 
becoming  too  famous  too  fast? 

T  ike  on  every  question  in  Hollywood 
■*-J  there  are  two  schools  of  thought  on 
this  one.  Those  who  believe  that  Wagner 
should  be  held  in  check  and  those  who 
think  the  boy  is  doing  just  fine  and  should 
be  given  his  head. 

Students  enrolled  in  the  first  school 
claim  that  young  Bob  is  feeling  his  oats, 
that  fame  has  gone  to  his  head. 

A  girlfriend  of  Debbie  Reynolds  says, 
"Debbie  still  thinks  R.J.'s  a  dreamboat,  but 
I'm  not  that  gone  on  the  boy.  As  soon  as 
he  got  a  little  successful  what  happened? 
He  bought  himself  one  of  those  fancy 
racing  cars,  a  low  slung  MG.  He  started 
seeing  less  and  less  of  Debbie,  more  and 
more  of  Susan  Zanuck  and  girls  like  that, 
you  know  the  boss'  daughter. 

"He  cracked  up  his  car,  bought  a  new 
one,  moved  out  of  his  folks'  home'in  Bel- 
Air.  He  started  making  the  rounds  with 
Dan  Dailey,  even  got  an  apartment  next 
to  Dailey's.  One  of  those  bachelor  setups 
where  you  can  be  alone  and  play  records 
and  show  etchings. 

"I  like  R.J.  Don't  get  me  wrong.  He's 
a  swell  fellow,  but  I  honestly  feel  he's  re- 
acting to  success  the  way  any  other  young 
man  would. 

"He  doesn't  want  to  get  married,  and  he 
makes  no  bones  about  the  fact.  He's  play- 
ing the  field,  and  he's  giving  his  career 
everything  he's  got — and  that's  plenty. 

"I'm  sure  he's  got  enough  background 
to  keep  both  feet  on  the  ground,  and  I  cer- 
tainly hope  he's  not  going  to  move  into 
Dan  Dailey's  league. 

"Dailey's  an  operator,  you  know.  He 
came  to  Hollywood  out  of  burlesque,  and 
he's  strictly  show  business,  and  fellows  like 
that — well,  they're  tough  on  girls.  Look 
at  what  happened  to  Liz  Dailey  and  Beetsy 
Wynn,  and  then  there  was  Dan's  first  wife 
back  in  New  York. 

"I  don't  want  to  sound  like  one  of  those 
females  who  dips  her  tongue  in  sulphuric 
acid  each  morning,  but  I  don't  feel  that  the 
combine  of  Dailey  and  Wagner  is  such  a 
hot  combination. 

"Dailey  himself  needs  an  older  well- 
adjusted  man  to  guide  him,  maybe  a  psy- 


chiatrist, and  R.J. — I  know  he  thinks  the 
world  of  Dailey.  They  go  up  to  Arrow- 
head and  Water-ski  and  all  that— but  let's 
face  it,  Dailey  isn't  the  same  basic  type 
that  Wagner  is — in  age,  background  or 
upbringing. 

"I  don't  know  if  I'm  making  myself  clear, 
but  just  want  to  go  on  record  as  saying 
that  to  me  Bob  Wagner  is  no  young  god. 
He's  got  all  the  foibles  and  weaknesses 
of  other  young  men.  I  guess  that's  why 
we  girls  love  him. 

"I  think  fame  has  hit  him  in  the  head, 
and  while  he's  trying  awful  hard  not  to 
let  it  run  away  with  him,  still,  it's  showing. 

"Another  thing.  I'm  no  expert  in  the 
movie  business;  but  I  think  it's  best  to  go 
slow  with  a  guy  like  Bob.  Just  because 
the  public  likes  him,  don't  push  him  into 
too  many  pictures.  Dale  Robertson,  he's 
another  pal  of  Bob's — well,  I  think  he's 
been  put  in  one  movie  after  another.  I 
think  he  should  be  paced.  I  guess  the 
studio's  got  to  take  advantage  of  an  actor 
when  he's  hot,  but  the  public  is  very  fickle 
and  tires  very,  quickly. 

"I  hope  R.J.  won't  make  ten  pictures 
in  two  years  which  is  just  about  Robert- 
son's record." 

That  particular  opinion  of  Bob  Wagner 
is  biased  and  unobjective.  The  girl  who 


The  British  censor  of  public  enter- 
tainment has  for  some  time  been 
issuing  what  are  known  as  "X" 
certificates,  denoting  that  a  spec- 
ified film  may  be  viewed  only  by 
persons  over  16  years  of  age. 
Last  week,  an  exhibitor  found  a 
way  to  capitalize  these  limiting 
restrictions.  He  advertised  a  dou- 
ble-feature of  French  films  as  "The 
X-iest  show  in  town  .  .  . 

Maxwell  Droke  in 
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gave  it  very  much  resents  the  fact  that 
Debbie  Reynolds  and  young  Wagner  aren't 
as  close  as  Debbie  would  like. 

Women  gang  up,  even  in  Hollywood, 
and  it  comes  as  no  surprise  that  a  female 
press  agent  at  MGM,  Debbie's  home  studio, 
recently  exclaimed  to  a  writer.  "Oh!  That 
Bob  Wagner!  How  could  he  break  that 
little  girl's  heart!  I'm  telling  you  when  he 
threw  Debbie  over,  he  broke  her  heart, 
broke  it  right  in  pieces.  And  what  for? 
Just  so  that  he  could  buzz  around  from 
one  girl  to  the  next.  I  thought  he  had 
more  sense  than  that.  I  really  did.  He 
didn't  know  when  he  was  well  off.  Well, 
I  guess,  he'll  just  have  to  grow  up." 

The  simple  truth  is  that  Bob  Wagner 
has  already  grown  up.  He  has  a  pretty 
good  idea  of  what  he  wants  in  life  and 
how  to  get  it. 

Wagner  knows  just  where  he's  going. 
He's  always  wanted  to  be  a  movie 
star  and  now  that  he  is,  he  hopes  to  work 
hard,  maintain  his  popularity,  level  off 
eventually  into  an- actor  like  Clark  Gable 
or  Spencer  Tracy. 

"I  don't  think  I've  gone  any  place  in 
the  industry  yet,"  he  says.  "I've  just  had 
some  lucky  breaks.  The  studio  took  me 
three  years  ago  and  signed  me,  $150  a 
week.  By  April  I'll  be  making  $350,  and 
IH  have  been  in  nine,  ten  pictures. 

"I'm  glad  I've  caught  on  with  the  public, 
but  there  again,  luck's  had  a  lot  to  do  with 
it.  The  movie  magazines  have  been  real 
socko  to  me.  They've  given  me  one  break 
after  another,  and  I  sure  am  indebted  to 
them;  columnists  have  been  great,  too. 

"Maybe  I'm  wrong  but  it  seems  to  me 
that  I'm  the  same  guy  I  was  ten  months 
ago.  I  can't  control  how  much  or  how 
little  the  public  likes  me.  I  just  try  to  go 
along  with  the  tide. 

"I  figure  if  I  work  hard,  and  mind  my 
own  business,  if  I  continue  to  get  good 


pictures  then  I've  got  a  fair  chance  of 
amounting  to  something  in  this  game.  If 
I  goof  up,  then  it's  my  own  fault. 

"As  for  getting  my  own  apartment,  heck 
I'm  not  a  kid  anymore.  I'm  23.  I'm  earn- 
ing my  own  living,  and  it's  only  right  that 
I  should  be  self-supporting  and  not  living 
off  my  folks.  That's  why  I  have  my  own 
place.  Also  it's  very  convenient.  Only  a 
few  blocks  from  the  studio.  Nothing  to 
write  home  about,  just  one  of  those  bach- 
elor jobs. 

"When  am  I  going  to  be  drafted?  There 
again  I've  been  lucky.  I  was  in  the  Marine 
Reserves  but  I  transferred  out.  Now  I'm 
with  the  311th  Logistics  outfit,  part  of  the 
National  Guard  setup.  When  they  get 
called  up,  I  go  along.  Nothing  I  can  do 
about  it. 

"As  to  the  effect  my  little  -success  has 
had  on  me,  I  can  honestly  say  I'm  very 
grateful  for  my  luck  and  for  all  the  help 
the  people  at  the  studio  have  given  me. 
I'm  working  harder  than  I've  ever  worked 
before  and  loving  every  minute  of  it,  but 
on  $250  a  week — and  you  know  movie 
contracts  call  for  employment  in  only  20 
out  of  every  26  weeks— after  I  get  through 
paying  my  agent,  taxes,  insurance,  rent, 
food,  car  upkeep,  and  the  rest  of  it,  I 
give  you  my  word,  there's  not  enough  left 
to  be  any  kind  of  a  playboy." 

Where  Wagner  is  concerned  the  truth 
really  is  that  he  lived  more  of  the 
Hollywood  routine  before  he  got  into 
the  business  than  he  does  now. 

During  those  years  he  dated  girls  like 
Virginia  Reed,  Sue  Moir,  Melinda  Markey, 
Gloria  Lloyd,  Michele  Farmer,  the  daugh- 
ters of  wealthy  industrialists,  or  famous 
movie  stars.  And  he  took  them  dancing 
and  playing  tennis  at  the  Racquet  Club 
in  Palm  Springs  or  any  of  the  swanky 
hotels  around  town. 

He  was  sent  to  one  private  school  after 
another,  Urban  Military,  Fairburn,  Black 
Foxe  Military,  Harvard  Military,  Cal  Prep 
— in  all  of  which  he  was  an  infinitely  better 
athlete  than  scholar.  He  also  attended  a 
few  public  schools,  Emerson  Junior  High 
and  Santa  Monica  High  where  he  was 
elected  President  of  the  senior  class. 

He  also  went  through  the  hot  rod  stage, 
buying  a  souped-up  Channelled  roadster 
with  a  high-powered  motor.  "Later,"  he 
recalls,  "I  bought  a  Chrysler  from  my  dad 
—it  was  a  '46,  and  I  traded  that  for  a 
'50  Ford  convertible."  It  was  in  this  par- 
ticular car  that  Wagner  and  Susan  Zan- 
uck, daughter  of  Darryl  Zanuck,  chief  of 
20th  Century-Fox,  were  riding  when  it 
was  crashed  by  another  car  on  the  Pacific 
Coast  Highway  two  Easter  Sundays  ago. 
Luckily,  neither  of  the  kids  was  seriously 
hurt. 

Bob's  next  motor  outfit  was  an  old 
Cadillac  convertible  which  he  turned  in 
for  an  MG,  then  wrecked  the  light  little 
British  car. 

You  can  see  from  this  that  our  boy 
has  had  it,  that  he's  really  been  around, 
that  $250  a  week  hasn't  changed  him  from 
a  shy,  underprivileged,  callow  youth  into 
a  jaded,  rah-rah  playboy. 

Bill  Wellman,  the  director  who  gave  Bob 
his  first  chance  in  a  picture,  says, 
"This  kid's  got  too  much  character  to  be 
spoiled  by  money.  Money  usually  spoils 
those  youngsters  who've  never  had  any. 
This  kid  has  had  enough  all  his  life." 

The  prevailing  opinion  in  Hollywood  is 
that  young  Bob  Wagner  has  enough  com- 
mon sense  to  take  anything  in  stride — 
work,  women,  fame,  and  money — no  mat- 
ter what  their  rate  of  speed. 
In  the  words  of  Clifton  Webb  who  acted 
-  with  him  in  Stars  And  Stripes  Forever, 
"This  young  man  has  both  feet  on  the 
ground.  In  such  circumstances  he  can't 
ever  get  into  any  serious  trouble."  END 


Her  gown  — on  Edith  Small  original.  Her  deodorant  .  .  .  new  FRESH,  so  sure,  so  gentle 


Scientific  proof!  Tracer  Method 
(above)  proves  New  Fresh  supe- 
rior in  keeping  underarms  dry. 


Gentle  New  Fresh  will  give  you  up  to  180%  more  underarm  protection 
than  other  leading  cream  deodorants.  Proved  by  university  scientists! 


Now  Fresh  brings  you  the  greatest  im- 
provement in  deodorants  in  years. 

Tracer  Tests  made  in  a  famous  uni- 
versity laboratory  prove  that  the  new 
moisture-control  formula  of  New  Fresh 
is  far  superior  in  astringent  action  to 
other  leading  cream  deodorants  tested. 
And  it's  the  astringent  action  in  deodor- 
ants that  keeps  underarms  dry  .  .  .  actu- 
ally keeps  you  and  your  clothes  safer. 


New  Fresh  stops  odor  completely.  Yet 
it  is  still  as  creamy-soft,  as  extra-gentle 
to  skin  as  ever! 

Use  Fresh  daily,  be  lovely  to  love 
always,  and  always. 

Look!  A  new  Fresh  with  Chloro- 
phyll*! Gives  the  miracle  deo- 
dorizing qualities  of  Chlorophyll, 
combined  with  super-effective 
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•Water-soluble  chlorophyll  ins 


Fresh  is  also  manufactured  and  distributed  in  Canada 

Aiew  ho&sk  keeps  tj<x* 


73 


Hollywood 
approves 
your  1953 
swim  suits 


'Mother  may  I  go  out  to  swim? 

Oh,  yes  my  darling  daughter. 
Hang  your  clothes  on  a  hick'ry  limb 

But  don't  you  go  near  the  water." 


With  a  lush  pool  steps  away,  not  a  swim- 
suit  model  plunged  into  the  copl,  clear 
water  but — rather,  suits  concealed,  they 
paraded  swathed  in  mink  coats  and 
smothered  with  rhinestone  jewelry  be- 
fore Modern  Screen's  delighted  Holly- 
wood Fashion  Board  and  guests.  At  the 
M.S.  Summer  fashion  luncheon  held  on 
the  estate  of  James  and  Pamela  Mason, 
the  models  surprised  all  as  they  slipped 
the  mink  coats  off  to  reveal  the  season's 
outstanding  swimsuits.  From  the  vast  col- 
lection of  swimsuits  modeled,  the  stars 
on  the  board  (see  photo  page  79)  voted 
their  favorite  styles. 

The  orchestra  played  sweet,  mellow 
music  during  the  gala  luncheon  and 
fashion  show.  Hit  dance  tunes  and  request 
numbers  by  the  stars  were  played  later. 

Esther  Williams  emceed  the  swimsuit 
show  from  the  sidelines.  While  the  models 
paraded,  before  members  of  the  Board, 
Esther  pointed  out  the  beauty  and  swim- 
ability  of  each  suit.  (Continued on page76) 


1.  Guests  Virginia  Mayo,  Mona  Freeman,  J 
■  Rod  Cameron  and  Dress  Designer 

Elois  Jenssen  open  party  gifts — 
favorites  among  them  were  Seven  Test  J 
nylons  in  very  pretty  turquoise  boxes 
(see  table  foreground) . 

2.  Ann  Miller:  Catalina's  California 
Hand  Print  swimsuit  of  soft  dull  satin  I 
(Lastex).  About  $18* 

3.  Anne  Baxter :  A  smart  pearl-trimmed  I 
faille  (Laton)  Form  Control  suit  by 
Surf  Togs.  About  $17* 

4.  Corinne  Calvet:  Sea  Nymph's  suit  of\ 
doeskin   (Lastex) — embroidered  in 
lasy-daisy  motif.  About  $15* 

5.  Helene  Stanley :  Cole's  cotton  print 
inspired  by  the  Tartan  Suntan  Lotion 
label.  About  $13* 

*For  details  of  these  sivimsuits  turn  to  page  S(  I 


BEACH  ACCESSORIES  BY 
BILL  HAWES  OF  CALIFORNIA 


Board  Member  Rory 
Calhoun  chats  with  his 
wife  and  Pamela  Mason. 


Jan  Sterling,  Charlton  Heston 
are  fascinated  by  the  ultra  satin 
corset  suit  modeled  for  them. 


Fernando  Lamas  adds  more  glitter 
to  model's  jewel  trimmed  suit — 
Ledo's  rhinestone  necklace. 


holly  wood  approves  your  1953  swim  suits 


continued 


Swimsuits  a-glitter  with  jewels  and  tulle  drew  ooh's  and 
ah's  from  the  glamor-conscious  Board.  Esther  convinced 
the  bedazzled  Modern  Screen  Hollywood  Fashion  Board 
Members  that  these  glamorous  suits  were  just  as  success- 
ful in  deep  water  as  on  the  sea-shore.  All  the  pretty  bath- 
ing costumes — all-over  embroidered,  sophisticated  stripes 
and  plaids,  ornately  jeweled  or  cunningly  printed — were 
deftly  designed  for  active  sports  as  well  as  for  their 
rightful  place  in  the  sun. 

In  between  the  time  the  models  passed  before  the 
Board  and  returned  to  the  dressing  room,  waiters  carried 
large  trays  of  gift  packages  beautifully  wrapped.  They 
served  each  Board  Member  a  surprise  package.  Wrappings 
were  quickly  disposed  of  and  boxes  and  boxes  were  opened 
revealing  the  surprise  gifts  of  Dana  20  Carets  perfume 
and  cologne.  Cole  of  California  swimsuits,  Ledo  rhine- 
stone jewelry,  Holeproof  hosiery,  Tartan  Suntan  Lotion, 


Luxite  lingerie,  Rose  Marie  Reid  dolls  with  gift  cer- 
tificates, Volupte  compacts,  Seven  Test  nylon  stockings 
and  Risque  casual  shoes.  All  gathered  around  June  Haver 
to  watch  her  unwrap  her  gifts — to  wish  her  happiness  in 
the  new  role  she  chose.  This  was  June's  last  Hollywood 
party  before  entering  the  convent. 

See  the  stars  who  reviewed  your  1953  swimsuits  in  the 
following  films:  Jan  Sterling  and  Charlton  Heston,  Para- 
mount's  Pony  Express;  June  Haver,  20th's  The  Girl 
Next  Door  (in  Technicolor) ;  James  Mason  and  Leslie 
Caron,  MGM's  The  Story  Of  Three  Loves,  (in  Techni- 
color);  James  is  also  in  20th 's  The  Desert  Rats  ;  Rod 
Cameron,  Republic's  Ride  The  Man  Down;  Virginia 
Mayo,  Warner's  Sulu  Sea  (in  Technicolor) ;  Mona  Free- 
man, RKO's  Angel  Face;  Elois  Jenssen,  Academy  Award 
Dress  Designer;  Michael  O'Shea,  now  in  20th's  Blood- 
hounds Of  Broadway. 


Above:  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor  in  Gantner's  glamorous  princess-line  satin 
Lastex  swimsuit  of  bold  black  and  white  strips  called  Carousel.  Sizes 
32  to  38.  Colors:  Black,  flame  or  marine  blue  stripes  on  white — or  pink 
stripes  on  black.  About  $15.  Zsa  Zsa  is  appearing  in  MGM's  film  Lili; 
also  U.A.'s  Moulin  Rouge — both  in  Technicolor. 


Left:  Esther  Williams,  fashion  commentator  of  the  M.  S.  party,  poses  in 
Cole  of  California's  siren  suit  fashioned  of  striped  cotton.  Deep  plunging 
front,  low  cut  back  and  Matktex  shirring.  S.  M.  or  L.  Black,  red, 
blue  or  green  stripes  on  white.  About  $11.  Esther  stars  in  MGM's 
new  Technicolor  film  Dangerous  When  Wet. 


Anne  Francis  poses  in  Black  Beauty— a  swimsuit  of  nylon  and 
acetate  Lastex  faille  that  features  Spanish-type  lace  panels  with 
startling  contrast  lining  beneath.   Sizes  32  to  38.   Black  with  lime 
or  coral  lining.  About  $9.  By  Surf  Togs.  Anne  will  appear  in 
the  Warner  Bros,  production  A  Lion  In  The  Streets. 


Figure  flattery  is  assured  with  this  Lastex  faille  Sea  Nymph 
suit  worn  by  Penny  Edwards,  now  in  20th's  Powder  River. 
Sizes  32  to  38.  Black,  red,  navy,  yellow,  green,  fuchsia, 
pink  or  turquoise.  About  $9.  Penny  is  sure  to  keep  her  hair 
glamorous  while  swimming  with  a  U.  S.  Rubber  swim  cap. 


HOLLYWOOD  APPROVED  FASHIONS  MAY  BE  BOUGHT  FROM  STORES  LISTED  ON  PAGE  80. 


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holly  wood  approves  your  T953  swim  suits  continued 


Guests  June  Allyson  and  Deborah  Kerr 
exchange  their  ideas  on  swimsuit  trends. 


Esther  Williams  and  Fernando  Lamas 
compare  ballots  on   favorite  styles. 


Dancing  after  the  fashion  show — lovely 
Anne  Francis  and  husband  Bam  Price. 


Above:  Feminine  and  breath-taking,  Elaine  Stewart 

in  Rose  Marie  Reid's  Hourglass  suit  of  elastidzed  Antique 

satin.  Styled  with  a  flatteringly  draped  bra 

and  bloomer,  it  is  accented  with  a  sculptured 

long-boned  bodice.  Sizes  10  to  16.  Pink,  blue 

or  gold.  About  $25.  Wedgies  by  Risque.  Elaine  is  in 

the  MGM  film  A  Slight  Case  Of  Larceny. 


Left:  Hayride — Catalina's  clever  one-piece  swimsuit 

of  Sanforized  Fuller  cotton  bandana  print  posed 

by  Mona  Freeman.  It  has  an  elastic  shirred 

front,  Puckerette  back — polka  dot  trim.  30  to  38. 

Navy  background  with  red  and  white  print  or  white 

background  with  navy  and  red  print. 

About  $11.  See  Mona  in  RKO's  Angel  Face. 


HOLLYWOOD  APPROVED  FASHIONS   MAY  BE  BOUGHT   FROM   STORES   LISTED  ON   PAGE  80. 


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to  r. :  Jan  Sterling,  Charlton  Heston, 
er  Eloise  Jenssen  and  Michael  O'Shea. 


Above:  Janet  Leigh,  currently  in  MGM's 
Confidentially  Connie,  poses  in  a  halter-neck  swimsuit  of 
plaid  acetate  cotton  and  rubber.  The  smart  deep 
plunging  neckline  and  low  cut  back  (with 
zipper  closing)  give  a  very  new  look  to  this 
classic  style.  Sizes  32   to  38.  Available  in  black 
and  white  plaid  only.  About  $19.  By  Jantzen. 


Right:  Leslie  Caron,  star  of  MGM's 

Technicolor  film  LUi,  chooses  a  light-weight  denim 

Plastique  print  swimsuit  by  Maurice  Handler  of 

California.  The  back  of  this  suit  is  elasticized 

for  snug  fit— pique  trims  the  bra  cuff.  S.  M.  or  L. 

Available  in  light  rose,  blue  or  green — also 

charcoal  or  brown,  all  with  white.  About  $9. 


If  there  is  no  store  listed  near  you,  write  to  the  Fashion  Dept., 
c/o  Modern  Screen,  261  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York  16,  N.  Y. 


where  to  buy 

MODERN  SCREEN'S  HOLLYWOOD  APPROVED  FASHIONS 


Purchase  in  person  or  by  mail  from  the  following  stores. 


CONTINUED  FROM  PAGE  74— 
DESCRIPTION  OF  SWIMSUITS 
SHOWN  ON  PAGE  75. 


CATALINA  Page  75 

Atlanta,  Go.,  Rich's 
Boston,  Mass.,  Jordan  Marsh  Co. 
Chicago,  111.,  Weiboldt's 
Columbus,  Ohio,  P.  3?  R.  Lazarus  Co. 
Des  Moines,  Iowa,  Younker  Bros. 
Indianapolis,  Ind.,  L.  S.  Ayres 
Long  Beach,  Calif.,  BuSum's 
Memphis,  Tenn.,  J.  Goldsmith  & 
Sons 

Miami,  Fla.,  Burdine's  , 
Milwaukee,  Wis.,  Ed  Schuster  Co. 
Minneapolis,  Minn. ,  The  Dayton  Co. 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Maison 

Blanche  Co. 
Newark,  N.  J.,  Kresge's-Newark 
Omaha,  Neb.,  J.  L.  Brandeis 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Glmbel  Bros. 
Seattle,  Wash.,  The  Bon  Marche 
St.  Louis,  Mo.,  Famous-Barr 
St.  Petersburg,  Fla.,  Maas  Bros. 
Washington,  D.  C,  The  Hecht  Co. 


CATALINA 


Page  78 


Atlanta,  Ga.,  Rich's 
Birmingham,  Ala.,  Loveman, 

Joseph  &  Loeb 
Boston,  Mass.,  Jordan  Marsh  Co. 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  Abraham-Straus 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Wm.  Hengerer  Co. 
Chicago,  111.,  Marshall  Field  &  Co. 
Cincinnati,  Ohio,  John  Shillito 
Cleveland,  Ohio,  Halle  Bros. 
Columbus,  Ohio,  F.  &  R.  Lazarus  Co. 
Des  Moines,  Iowa,  Younker  Bros. 
Detroit,  Mich.,  J.  L.  Hudson  Co. 
Indianapolis,  Ind.,  L.  S.  Ayres 
Jamaica,  L.  I.,  N.  Y.,  B.  Gertz,  Inc. 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  Broadway 

Dept.  Store 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  J.  W. 

Robinson  Co. 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  May  Co. 
Memphis,  Tenn.,  J.  Goldsmith  & 

Sons 

Miami,  Fla.,  Burdine's 
Minneapolis,  Minn.,  The  Dayton  Co. 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Maison 

Blanche  Co. 
Newark,  N.  J.,  Kresge's-Newark 
Omaha,  Neb.,  J-  L.  Brandeis 
Pasadena,  Calif.,  Bullock's-Pasadena 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Glmbel  Bros. 
Seattle,  Wash.,  The  Bon  Marche 
St.  Louis,  Mo.,  Famous-Barr 
St.  Louis,  Mo.,  Stlx.  Baer  &  Fuller 
St.  Petersburg,  Fla.,  Maas  Bros. 
Washington,  D.  C,  The  Hecht  Co. 


COLE  OF  CALIFORNIA 
Page  75 

Atlanta,  Ga.,  Rich's 
Baltimore,  Md.,  Scheisner's 
Boston,  Mass.,  Morton's 
Chicago,  111.,  Fashionette  Shop 
Dallas,  Texas,  Nelman  Marcus 
Detroit,  Mich.,  Crowley -Milner 
Indianapolis,  Ind.,  Wm.  Block 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  Robinson's 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Gus  Mayer 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Bloomingdale's 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Gimbel's 
San  Francisco,  Calif.,  City  of  Paris 


COLE  OF  CALIFORNIA   Page  76 

Atlanta,  Ga.,  Rich's 
Baltimore,  Md.,  Scheisner's 
Boston,  Mass.,  Jay's 
Chicago,  111.,  Carson,  Pirie,  Scott 
Dallas,  Texas,  Nelman  Marcus 
Detroit,  Mich.,  O'Greene's  Apparel 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  Robinson's 
Miami,  Fla.,  Burdine's 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Gus  Mayer 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Saks  Fifth  Avenue 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Gimbel's 
San  Francisco,  Calif.,  Saks  Fifth 
Avenue 


FORM  CONTROL 
Page  75 

Albany,  N.  Y.,  John  G.  Meyers 
Baltimore,  Md.,  May  Co. 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  Oppenheim  Collins 
Boston,  Mass.,  Fllene's 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  J.  N.  Adam 
Chicago,  111.,  Carson,  Pirie,  Scott 


Cleveland,  Ohio,  May  Co. 
Columbus,  Ohio,  F.  &  R.  Lazarus  Co. 
Dallas,  Texas,  Sanger  Bros. 
Detroit,  Mich.,  Federal  Dept.  Stores 
Ft.  Worth,  Texas,  The  Fair 
Galveston,  Texas,  Rob.  I.  Cohen 
Houston,  Texas,  Foley  Bros. 
Minneapolis,  Minn.,  Dayton  Co. 
Newark,  N.  J.,  Bamberger's 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Krauss 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Best  &  Co. 
Omaha,  Neb.,  Goldstein  Chapman 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Strawbridge  & 

Clothier 
Richmond,  Va.,  Thalhlmer's 
South  Bend,  Ind.,  George  Wyman 
St.  Louis,  Mo.,  Stlx,  Baer  &  Fuller 
Washington,  D.  C,  Woodward  & 

Lothrop 
Waterbury,  Conn.,  Worth's 
Westchester  County,  N.  Y. 

Genung  Stores 


GANTNER  &  MATTERN  Page  76 

Baton  Rouge,  La.,  Bart  Weill  Co. 
Boston,  Mass.,  Plotkln  Bros. 
Charleston,  S.  C,  Efird's 
Charlotte,  N.  C,  Three  Sisters 
Dallas,  Texas,  Hunt's  Dept.  Stores 
Erie,  Pa.,  Benson's 
Joplin,  Mo.,  Christman  D.  G.  Co. 
Lima,  Ohio,  Madison's 
Long  Beach,  Calif.,  Walker's 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Macy's 
Providence,  R.  I.,  Outlet  Co. 
Raleigh,  N.  C,  Virginia  Crabtree 
Salt  Lake  City,  Utah,  Whipple's 
San  Francisco,  Calif.,  City  Of  Paris 
San  Francisco,  Calif.,  Emporium 
San  Francisco,  Calif.,  I.  Magnin 
&  Co. 

St.  Louis,  Mo.,  Pembrook's 
Tucson,  Ariz.,  Jacome's 
Washington,  D.  C,  Julius 

Garnnkel  &  Co. 
Wilmington,  Dela.,  Crosby  &  Hill  Co . 


JANTZEN 


Page  79 


Louisville,  Ky.,  Zellner's 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Bloomingdale's 
Salt  Lake  City,  Utah,  Auerbach 
San  Antonio,  Texas,  Joske's 


MAURICE  HANDLER      Page  79 

Atlanta,  Ga.,  Rich's 
Baltimore,  Md.,  Hochschild, 

Kohn  &  Co. 
Beverly  Hills,  Calif.,  J.  W.  Robinson 
Boston,  Mass.,  E.  T.  Slattery 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  Abraham  &  Straus 
Chicago,  111.,  Marshall  Field 
Cincinnati,  Ohio,  John  Shillito 
Cleveland,  Ohio,  Wm.  Taylor  Co. 
Dallas,  Texas,  A.  Harris 
Dayton,  Ohio,  Rike-Kumler 
Hartford,  Conn.,  G.  Fox 
Houston,  Texas,  Foley  Bros. 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  J.  W.  Robinson 
Louisville,  Ky.,  Zellners 
Miami,  Fla.,  Burdine's 
Newark,  N.  J.,  L.  Bamberger 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Bloomingdale's 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Bon  wit-Teller 
Richmond,  Va.,  Thalhlmer's 
Sacramento,  Calif.,  Hale's 
San  Diego,  Calif .',  Ballard  &  Brockett 
San  Francisco,  Calif.,  The  White 

House 

San  Jose,  Calif.,  Hale's 
Seattle,  Wash.,  Bon  Marche 
Tampa,  Fla.,  O.  Falks 
Washington,  D.  C,  Hecht  Co 


ROSE  MARIE  REID        Page  78 

Baltimore,  Md.,  May  Co. 
Bloomington,  Del.,  Arthur's 
Boston,  Mass.,  Fllene's 
Cincinnati,  Ohio,  Mabley  &  Carew 
Dayton,  Ohio,  Elder  &  Johnston 
Des  Moines,  Iowa,  Younker  Bros. 
Denver,  Colo.,  Denver  Dry  Goods  Co. 
Ft.  Wayne,  Ind.,  Wolf  &  Dessauer 
Hartford,  Conn.,  G.  Fox  &  Co. 
Houston,  Texas,  Battlesteln's 
Lincoln,  Neb.,  Hovland  Swanson 


Louisville,  Conn.,  Stewart  Dry  Goods 
Newark,  N.  J.,  Hahne  &  Co. 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Arnold  Constable 
Oakland,  Calif.,  H.  C.  Capwell 
Omana,  Neb.,  J.  L.  Brandeis 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Sachs 
Pittsburgh,  Pa.,  Gimbel's 
Phoenix,  Ariz.,  Gold  waters 
Portland,  Oregon,  Chas.  F.  Berg 
Richmond,  Va.,  Thalhlmer's 
St.  Louis,  Mo.,  Stlx,  Baer  &  Fuller 
Salt  Lake  City,  Utah,  Z.C.M.I. 
Wichita,  Kans.,  Innes  Co. 
Washington,  D.  C,  Woodward  & 
Lothrop 


SEA  NYMPH  Page  75 

Baltimore,  Md.,  Hochschild,  Kohn 
Bridgeport,  Conn.,  D.  G.  Howland 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Hens  &  Kelly 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Sample  Shop 
Chicago,  111.,  Carson,  Pirie,  Scott 
Cleveland,  Ohio,  Bailey  Co. 
Columbus,  Ohio,  F.  &  R.  Lazarus 
Dallas,  Texas,  A.  Harris 
Detroit,  Mich.,  Kline's 
Evansville,  Ind.,  De  Jongs 
Little  Rock,  Ark.,  N.  M.  Cohn 
Milwaukee,  Wis.,  Milwaukee  Boston 
Store 

New  Haven,  Conn.,  Gamble  Desmond 
New  York,  N.  Y„  Arnold  Constable 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Hearn's 
Philadelpha,  Pa.,  Wanamaker's 
Richmond,  Va.,  Thalhlmer's 
Springfield,  Mass.,  Forbes  Wallace 
Syracuse,  N.  Y.,  Chappel  &  Sons 
Syracuse,  N.  Y.,  L.  A.  Witherill 
Worcester,  Mass.,  E.  T.  Sberer 
Worcester,  Mass.,  Fllene's 


SEA  NYMPH 


Page  77 


Albany,  N.  Y.,  John  G.  Myers, 

Co.,  Inc. 
Allen  town,  Pa.,  Hess  Bros. 
Baltimore,  Md.,  Hecht  Co. 
Boston,  Mass.,  Jordan  Marsh 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  Namm-Loesser 
Chicago,  111.,  Chas.  Stevens 
Cleveland,  Ohio,  Halle  Bros. 
Detroit,  Mich.,  Klines 
Evansville,  Ind.,  Salms,  Inc. 
Ft.  Worth,  Texas,  Monnig  Dry  Goods 
Hartford,  Conn.,  Sage  Allen 
Milwaukee,  Wis.,  T.  A.  Chapman 
Mobile,  Ala.,  C.  G.  Gayfer  &  Co. 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Russeks 
Oakland,  Calif.,  H.  C.  Capwell 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Strawbridge 

&  Clothier 
Pittsburgh,  Pa.,  Kaufmann's 
Providence,  R.  I.,  Cherry  &  Webb 
Rochester,  N.  Y.,  F.  W.  Edwards 
San  Antonio,  Texas,  Joskes 
Toledo,  Ohio,  Lamson  Bros. 
Washington,  D.  C,  Woodward  & 

Lothrop 
Waterbury,  Conn.,  Howell  & 

Hughes  Co. 


SURF  TOGS 


Page  77 


Atlanta,  Ga.,  Rich's 
Baltimore,  Md.,  Stewart's 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  Abraham  Sc  Straus 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Wm.  Hengerer 
Chicago,  111.,  Carson,  Pirie,  Scott 
Columbus,  Ohio,  F.  &  R.  Lazarus  Co. 
Dallas,  Texas,  Sanger  Bros. 
Dayton,  Ohio,  Rike  Kumler 
Detroit,  Mich.,  J.  L.  Hudson  Co. 
Grand  Rapids,  Mich.,  Paul  Steketes 
Harrisburg,  Pa.,  Worth's 
Hartford,  Conn.,  G.  Fox 
Houston,  Texas,  Foley  Bros. 
Los  Angeles,  Calif.,  May  Co. 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Krauss  Co. 
New  York,  N.  Y.,  Famous  Fashion 
Shop 

Peekskifl,  N.  Y„  Genung's 
Philadelphia,  Pa..  Strawbridge 

&  Clothier 
Richmond,  Va.,  Thalhlmer's 
St.  Louis,  Mo.,  Stlx,  Baer  &  Fuller 
Toledo,  Ohio,  LaSalle  &  Koch 
Washington,  D.  C,  Woodward  & 

Lothrop 
Westchester  County,  N.  Y., 

Genung  Stores 


Ann  Miller — Catalina:  Sizes  32  to 
38.  White,  pink,  green  or  blue  with 
contrast  Hand  Print  leaves.  Suit 
is  styled  with  high  zipper  back. 
Ann's  next  is  MGM's  Small  Town 
Girl,  a  Technicolor  film. 


Anne  Baxter — Form  Control: 
Sizes:  32  to  40.  Black,  purple, 
coral,  peacock  blue  or  hme.  This 
suit  features  the  built-in  Phan-tum 
girdle.  Anne  is  next  in  Blue  Gar- 
denia, a  Warner  release. 


Corinne  Calvet — Sea  Nymph 
Sizes  32  to  38.  White,  fiery  red 
palm  green,  pink,  all  colors  wit! 
black  embroidery.  Corinne,  a  Ha. 
Wallis  star,  is  now  in  Paramount'; 
Thunder  In  The  East. 


Helens  Stanley — Tartan  bloomer 
swimsuit  by  Cole  of  California: 
Sizes  32  to  38.  _  Yellow,  navy^  or 
red.  Helene  is  in.  Allied  Artists' 
Roar  of  the  Crowd.  On  the  step — 
sunglasses  by  Grantly. 


HEN  YOU  POWDER  YOUR  NOSE, 
THINK  OF  YOUR  LEGS," 

says  Vera-Ellen 


Kleig  lights  often  cast  ugly 
highlights  on  shiny  stockings,"  says 
Vera-Ellen,  star  of  M-G-M's 
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freshly  powdered  as  our  faces."  An 
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•  "A  woman  powders  her  nose  to  eliminate 
unflattering  shine,"  says  alluring  Vera-Ellen. 
''And,  in  Hollywood,  we  know  a  shiny 
stocking  can  be  just  as  unglamorous 
as  a  shiny  nose." 

•  That's  why,  on  the  screen  and  off,  M-G-M 
stars,  like  lovely  Vera-Ellen,  wear 
Bur-Mil  Cameo  nylons  with  exclusive 
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81 


her  heart  won't  be  broken 


(Continued  from  page  63)  other's  folks  and 
approved  of  each  other's  folks  and  were  in 
turn  approved  by  them.  All  of  this,  you 
might  say,  building  in  their  lives  .  .  .  and 
then,  nothing. 

Maybe  it  hurts  more  than  it  should  be- 
cause Debbie,  before  she  met  Bob,  was 
a  laughing  bubble  of  a  girl;  too  happy 
about  being  just  young  to  be  bothered 
about  being  young  and  wanted.  Debbie  was 
the  kind  of  miss  who  wouldn't  give  you  a 
plastic  penny  for  all  the  lovey-dovey  in 
the  world.-  She  preferred  to  talk  bop 
through  her  gum  and.  park  herself  in  any 
position  she  liked  and  the  heck  with  lady- 
like decorum  or  much-minded  escorts. 
She  used  to  insist  that  as  far  as  boys  were 
concerned,  "I  can  go  along  with  a  good- 
night kiss  but,  frankly,  it  doesn't  do  a 
thing  for  me." 

She  used  to  have  a  way  of  saying  she 
wouldn't  think  of  marrying,  then,  after  a 
pause,  adding,  "Not  until  I'm  at  least  24, 
at  least."  Life  was  too  full  of  movement 
to  hold  still  for  mooning.  There  was  danc- 
ing— that  really  "stoned"  her.  There  was 
swimming — she  "nipped  her  lid"  about 
swimming.  There  was  volley  ball  and 
playing  her  French  horn  and  leading  her 
girl  scouts  and  camping  and  making  pic- 
tures and,  for  that  matter,  just  the  big 
kick  she  got  out  of  talking  and  eating  and 
sleeping.  "Anything's  fun  if  you  give  it 
a  chance,"  she  would  say,  meaning  it 
didn't  have  to  be  boys. 

The  Debbie  of  those  days?  Well,  there 
was  the  time  her  brother,  Bill,  prevailed 
on  her  to  go  out  with  a  buddy  of  his. 
Bill  had  been  after  her  to  do  this  for  a 
year  because  this  friend  was  "real  gone" 
on  her. 

"Well  .  .  ."  said  Debbie,  skeptically,  and 
finally  went.  That  night  she  didn't  come 
home  until  near  midnight.  She  stamped 
into  the  house  angrily,  walked  over  to 
Bill's  room  and  banged  the  door  open. 

"Ah-h-h!  What  a  shmo!"  she  cried. 
"What  a  shmo  your  pal  is!  So  I've  been 
sitting  in  his  car  for  an  hour.  So  he's  been 
breathing  in  my  ear  and  kissing  the  back 
of  my  neck.    I  hope  you're  satisfied!" 

T>  ut  then  she  met  and  began  dating  Bob. 

They  mostly  did  the  things  Debbie 
liked  to  do.  They  went  bowling  on  those 
Saturday  night  dates.  They  went  dancing 
.  .  .  but  rarely  to  those  intimate,  night 
spots;  Debbie  liked  well  lit  halls.  Gen- 
erally they  had  a  ball  and  Debbie  began 
to  change  her  tune— as  if  her  old  ideas 
were  beginning  to  clash  with  new  dreams. 
She  let  it  be  known  that  she  might  marry 
at  23;  and  only  last  year,  while  she  and 
Bob  were  still  dating,  she  announced  that 
maybe  22  would  be  a  nice  age  for  wife- 
hood. But  that  was  the  last  remark  on 
the  subject.  Quietly,  very  quietly,  it  be- 
gan to  be  evident,  not  too  long  ago,  that 
she  and  Bob  weren't  seeing  each  other  any 
more.  Almost  everyone  who  knew  them 
felt  badly  and  hoped  otherwise.  But  it 
was  true. 

The  ending,  it  is  pretty  well  established, 
was  Bob's  idea.  Debbie,  it  is  quite  clear, 
didn't  make  a  fuss  about  it.  And  it  is  Bob 
who  has  seemed  able,  more  easily,  to  pick 
up  with  a  new  life  .  .  .  and  with  new  girls. 
(For  the  full  story  of  Bob  Wagner's  "new 
life"  read  Too  Far,  Too  Fast?  on  page  46) 
And  wherever  he  goes  with  them,  dancing 
at  the  Mocambo  with  this  one,  cutting  up 
at  a  Beverly  Hills  party  with  that  one — 
so  often  on  the  Saturday  nights  that  used 
to  be  Debbie's  Saturday  nights — there  is 
always  someone  who  has  to  make  sure  it 
reaches  Debbie's  ears.  As  if  she  wants  to 
know.    As  if  she  doesn't  repeatedly  plead 


that  she  would  much  rather  not  know. 
"  ...  If  you  see  my  darling  in  some  rendez- 
vous^ 

Painting  the  town  with  a  girl  he  once 
knew  ..." 
Those  who  know  Bob  refuse  to  believe 
that  he  isn't  still  crazy  about  Debbie.  They 
say  that  when  Rory  Calhoun  and  his  Lita 
Baron  gave-  a  birthday  party  for  him  last 
February  and  he  learned,  on  arrival,  that 
Debbie  had  volunteered  to  be  a  co -hostess, 
he  was  deeply  touched.  It  was  a  surprise 
party.  Bob  came  alone.  When  he  en- 
tered Debbie  was  there  with  a  trumpet 
and  blowing  him  a  fanfare  salute.  Lita 
was  unrolling  the  red  carpet.  Bob  and 
Debbie  quickly  paired  off  and  talked  for 
a  long  time.  But  after  the  party  was  over 
.  .  .  nothing  had  changed.  Bob  went  back 
to  his  new  ways.  They  spoke  again  only 
a  few  times,  and  these  times  over  the  tele- 
phone. When  Bob  went  out  it  was  again 
with  someone  else. 

Hollywood  always  has  to  explain  things 
to  itself  in  down  to  earth  terms,  and 
in  Bob's  case  there  are  any  number  of 
stories  to  account  for  his  defection,  some 
of  them  perhaps  more  vivid  than  accurate. 
More  simply  it  could  be  said  that  at  23 
Bob  is  beginning  to  find  the  social  level 
of  his  dates  with  Debbie  (a  level  which 
she    set),  too  immature  for  him  ...  or 


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love  story  of 
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with  the  beautiful 
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herself,  on  the 
cover. 


thus  it  seems  to  him.  He  feels  he  is 
growing  up  past  the  dancing  at  the  Palla- 
dium, the  jitterbugging  (which  she  taught 
him),  the  weenie  roasts  at  the  beach,  the 
picnic  jaunts  to  the  mountains,  and  the 
whole  round  of  bobbysox  cavorting. 
Spending  more  and  more  time  with  such 
comparatively  blase  companions  as  Dan 
Dailey  Jr.,  and  Dale  Robertson,  even  to 
the  point  of  getting  a  new  apartment  near 
them,  his  tastes  are  said  to  be  changing. 

Dan  and  Dale,  and  others  of  his  older 
friends,  are  supposed  to  have  kidded  him 
for  "playing  with  little  girls,"  and  Bob  is 
reported  to  have  suffered  the  mortification 
of  the  young  male  whose  maturity  is  ques- 
tioned by  his  seniors.  He  was  caught  be- 
tween two  outlooks  on  life;  with  Debbie 
he  could  not  be  a  man  of  the  world,  with 
his  more  sophisticated  pals  it  was  uncom- 
fortable, let  alone  unsuitable,  to  be  any- 
thing else. 

That  Bob  felt  such  a  thing  may  be  in- 
ferred from  some  of  his  more  recent  activ- 
ities. How  else  could  you  explain  such 
an  extreme  departure  from  normal  routine 
for  a  23-year-old  boy  as  to  go  night  club- 
bing with  a  45-year-old  woman  .  .  .  grey- 
haired  Barbara  Stanwyck?  If  this  illus- 
trates his  inner  compulsion  to  escape  the 
brand  of  juvenility,  breaking  with  Debbie 
seemed  necessary '  for  Bob. 

In  justice  to  Bob  it  should  be  admitted 


that  Lliib  is  a  challenge  that  all  youths 
face  sooner  or  later.  In  Bob's  case  it  has 
been  intensified,  not  only  by  his  position 
as  a  star,  and  a  darn  good  looking  one, 
but  by  another  personal  involvement.  He 
may  be  called  any  time  now  to  go  soldier- 
ing for  Uncle  Sam.  The  prospect  of  hav- 
ing to  go  to  war  has  sharpened  the  ap- 
petite for  life  of  many  a  boy  before  him. 
Manhood  is  like  that. 

Even  more  than  a  year  ago  Bob  was 
giving  evidence  of  wanting  to  spread  him- 
self as  an  eligible  bachelor  around  Holly- 
wood. Debra  Paget  began  to  be  conscious 
of  his  attention  during  the  shooting  of 
Stars  And  Stripes  Forever.  Bob  sought  for 
her  favor  with  a  line  that  was  half  kid- 
ding and  half  serious.  She  resented  it  on 
two  counts:  he  knew  she  never  dated,  and 
also,  as  far  as  Debra  was  concerned,  Bob 
was  Debbie's  boy  friend  and  she  valued 
Debbie's  regard.  Eventually  Debra  got  so 
angry  at  Bob's  persistence,  particularly  at 
columnist's  reports  about  them  that  she 
attributed  to  Bob,  that  she  wouldn't  talk  to 
him  for  a  week. 

Debbie  is  21  now.  She  was  21  last  April 
Fool's  Day  she  will  tell  you  with  a  smile 
that,  maybe  has  a  little  bitterness  to  it. 
She  never  talks  about  Bob  as  a  rule  un- 
less someone  else  brings  up  his  name. 
"...  Pay  no  attention  and  just  let  it  be, 
But   keep   it   a  secret  from  me." 

Once,  when  someone  asked  why  they 
aren't  seeing  each  other  any  more,  tears 
were  reported  to  have  come  into  her  eyes 
and  she  replied,  "Well,  I  guess  he  doesn't 
like  me  any  more." 

WThat  worries  her  friends  more  than  this 
is  the  kind  of  talk  that  makes  them 
think  Debbie  might  fall  for  someone  on 
the  rebound,  words  like  this  which  she 
spoke  not  long  ago:  "I  know  my  family 
and  my  friends  would  be  happy  if  I  fell 
in  love — and  they  would  trust  my  judg- 
ment. But  until  I  can  announce  my  en- 
gagement and  get  married  within  a  few 
months  I'm  not  even  going  to  go  steady." 

Debbie  is  not  unaware  of  Bob's  think- 
ing, his  motivations.  She  understands  him 
because  she  has  an  older  brother,  after  all, 
and  is  not  unacquainted  with  the  thinking 
of  the  young  male  when  he  becomes  of 
age.  And  as  her  mother  has  told  her,  she 
is  still  young:  "There  is  always  time  for 
love  when  you  are  21."  Bob  may  want  a 
change  now  but  her  best  bet  is  to  stay 
herself— by  no  means  the  old  thoughtless 
and  frivolous  Debbie,  but  the  kind  of  girl 
she  is  intrinsically,  in  contrast  to  the  kind 
of  girls  he  may  be  discovering  in  his  new 
quests.  For  one  thing  she  can't  help  being 
herself,  for  another  thing  her  instinct  tells 
her  this  is  the  right  thing  to  do. 

But  in  the  meantime  Debbie  is  out  to 
forget  Bob.  There  may  come  another  day 
but  it  is  silly  to  count  the  minutes,  the 
hours. 

That  was  why  she  thought  it  wise  to 
leave  Hollywood  for  a  series  of  radio  and 
personal  appearances.  As  a  matter  of 
fact,  she  planned  two  jaunts.  After  a 
three  week  trip  through  the  east  she  was 
to  be  back  in  Hollywood — but  only  for 
two  days.  A  South  American  tour  with 
Pier  Angeli  and  Carleton  Carpenter  was 
to  follow.  And  after  that,  Debbie  might 
not  be  adverse  to  more  travel — if  needed. 
But  in  the  back  of  her  mind  as  she  took 
off  from  Los  Angeles  was  perhaps  a  strong 
hope;  deeply  hidden,  but  nevertheless 
there. 

By  the  time  she  returns  to  Hollywood 
(and  she  will  have  been  back  some  time 
when  this  is  being  read)  Bob  may  have 
done  with  his  "traveling"  too.  And  may- 
be he'll  be  "back"  .  .  .  back  where  he 
belongs.  END 

(Debbie  can  be  seen  in  MGM's  I  Love 
Melvin  and  The  Affairs  of  Dobie  Gillis.) 


ShowOff 


Anne  Baxter,  star 
in  Warner's  I  Confess 
and  Helene  Stanley,  last  seen  in 
?Oth  Century's  Snows  of  Kilimanjaro, 
make  their  choice  of 
Risque  shoes. 


Caphtrano 


Hollywood  stars  award 


the  fashion  Oscar! 


. . .  and  you'll  say,  "no  wonder," 
when  you  see  these  and  other  glamorous,  colorful, 
exciting  Risques  for  daytime,  for  playtime,  for 
vacation  and  stay-at-home  fashion  and  fun. 
And  remember,  every  Risque  is  soft  as  down, 
thanks  to  Risque's  exclusive  Airsol  construction! 

Monogram  Footwear,  St.  Louis, 


g95 


83 


at  the  top  and  quitting 


(Continued  from  page  44)  and  I  wouldn't 
mind  working  over  there.  Also  wouldn't 
mind  taking  a  crack  at  directing. 

"I  just  don't  dig  this  Hollywood  routine 
any  longer.  When  I  first  came  out  here,  I 
was  very  shy,  didn't  know  what  gave. 
Bunch  of  people  started  asking  me  wacky 
questions.  I  didn't  tumble  to  'em.  I  just 
mumbled  or  kept  quiet.  Right  away,  they 
pegged  me  a  screwball.  Made  up  the  most 
preposterous  stories  about  me.  A  bunch  of 
scuffling  hucksters,  nothing  else. 

"All  that  stuff  about  my  clothes,  blue 
jeans  and  T-shirts.  Must  be  a  million  guys 
in  this  country  wearing  blue  jeans.  They're 
nice  and  comfortable.  I've  got  suits,  ties, 
shirts,  things  like  that.  I'm  not  the  screw- 
ball they  write  about.-  I'm  not  out  of  this 
world.  Just  because  I  keep  a  raccoon. 
What's  wrong  about  keeping  a  pet?  What's 
wrong  about  playing  with  a  raccoon?  I  just 
happen  to  dig  animals." 

In  three  years  of  film  work,  young 
Brando  has  managed  to  save  approximately 
$200,000,  a  sum  prudently  invested  for  him 
by  his  father  in  a  holding  company  aptly 
named  Marsdo,  Inc.  (Marlon's  dough). 

This  company  has  interests  in  several  In- 
diana oil  wells  plus  owning  outright  800 
head  of  class  A  cattle  in  central  Nebraska. 
It  is  estimated  that  Brando's  dividends  will 
now  bring  him  an  annual  income  of  $10,000 
which  is  more  than  enough  "loot"  for  the 
most  unHollywood-like  actor  in  existence. 
Thus,  if  he  never  works  again — arid  for  him 
this  is  an  impossibility  since  acting  is  really 
the  great  passion  of  his  life — Marlon  will 
still  have  enough  of  the  green  stuff  to  get 
by  comfortably. 

Brando  has  been  able  to  amass  this  fi- 
nancial nest  egg  by  being  honest,  sensible, 
thrifty,  frank,  earthy — and  you  may  not 
believe  this — but  completely  unaffected. 
This  boy  believes  in  the  essentials — noth- 
ing else. 

Brando's  opinion  of  the  "glamor  life" 
is  unprintable,  and  he  saw  through  the 
glitter  of  Hollywood  at  once.  He  recognized 
immediately  what  a  perfect  environment 
this  was  for  a  fool  to  be  quickly  separated 
from  his  money. 

First  thing  he  did  was  to  move  in  on  his 
aunt,  Mrs.  Betty  Lindemeyer,  who  owns  a 
two-bedroom  bungalow  in  a  small  com- 
munity called  Eagle  Rock.  He  slept  on  her 
sofa. 

Now,  oddly  enough,  many  Hollywood 
actors  wear  blue  jeans  and  T-shirts  and 
dress  most  informally — Dale  Robertson, 
Bob  Wagner,  Dan  Dailey,  John  Derek, 
many  others — but  the  Press  typed  Brando 
"a  wack"  very  early  in  the  game  and  never 
let  up  on  him;  and  as  evidence  of  what 
they  termed  a  strange  behavior  pattern, 
they  pointed  to  his  scanty  wardrobe,  also 
his  incommunicability. 

None  of  the  reporters  who  first  inter- 
viewed Brando  entertained  the  possibility 
that  he  might  be  afraid.  •  After  all  he  was 
so  broad-shouldered  and  masculine.  He 
seemed  to  generate  so  much  animal  sex. 
But  the  truth  is  that  he  was  plenty  afraid. 

"One  columnist  started  to  talk  to  me,"  he 
recalls.  "She  was  very  nice  but  she  chat- 
tered so  much  I  couldn't  follow  her,  so  I 
just  didn't  say  anything." 

Then,  there  was  the  time  Brando  was 
playing  in  Streetcar  Named  Desire.  A 
friend  brought  another  Hollywood  colum- 
nist, backstage  to  meet  him.  At  the  time 
Marlon  was  busy  taking  his  make-up  off. 
Catching  only  a  quick  glance  of  the  news- 
woman,  he  turned  to  his  friend  and  said, 
"Your  mother,  Jesse?" 

The  reporter  is  far  too  young  to  be  the 
mother  of  a  30-year-old  son,  but  on  this 
particular  night  she  looked  worn,  and 

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Brando  hadn't  gotten  too  close  to  her.  As 
a  result  of  his  offhand  remark,  Brando  is 
not  one  of  these  ladies'  favorites  in  print. 

Actually,  Brando  is  so  honest  he's  amaz- 
ing. He  says  many  of  the  things  most 
people  wish  they  had  the  courage  to  say. 
A  few  years  ago,  for  example  a  newshen 
began  to  interrogate  the  young  actor  about 
his  sex  life.  Brando  was  so  genuinely 
shocked,  this  seemed  like  such  a  flagrant 
invasion  of  his  privacy,  he  could  call  to 
tongue  only  one  answer.  "None  of  your 
damn  business,"  he  rightfully  said.  Where- 
upon the  writer  next  day  described  him 
as  "a  strange,  withdrawn  mental  recluse." 

A  studio  chauffeur  once  called  for  him 
in  a  limousine,  offering  to  drive  him  from 
the  railway  station  to  his  residence.  Brando 
looked  at  him  quizzically.  "Been  sitting 
a  long  time,"  he  said.  "Rather  walk."  He 
detests  any  ostentatious  display  of  wealth. 

What  many  people  don't  seem  to  realize 
— it  doesn't  fit  into  the  build-up  and  they 
refuse  to  accept  it — is  that  Brando  is 
blessed  with  a  highly  imaginative  and 
romantic  sense  of  humor  although  basi- 
cally it  is  more  adolescent  than  adult. 

When  he  was  making  Viva  Zapata  he 


Mexican  actress  Movita  typifies  Marlon's  choice 
of  Hollywood  girls;  she's  forthright,  intelligent. 


told  one  of  the  crew,  "You  know  when  I 
was  in  the  Belgian  Congo  I  used  to  eat 
gazelle  eyes  everyday.  The  natives  mash 
them  up  into  a  paste.    Very  good." 

Brando  has  never  been  in  the  Belgian 
Congo  but  he  was  secretly  tickled  when 
members  of  the  crew  fell  for  the  story. 
Later  he  admitted,  "I  just  made  that  up." 

Tn  New  York,  very  early  in  his  acting  ca- 
■*■  reer,  when  he  played  the  role  of  Nels  in 
I  Remember  Mama,  he  was  asked  for  some 
biographical  notes  to  be  printed  in  the 
program.  Brando  thought  for  a  while, 
then  announced  that  he'd  been  born  in 
Calcutta,  that  his  father  was  an  itiner- 
ant geologist,  that  he'd  been  educated  in 
India. 

Later,  when  he  acted  in  other  plays, 
he  changed  his  birthdate,  altered  his  birth- 
place to  Bangkok,  spun  a  romantic  story 
of  how  he  had  lost  a  passport  in  France 
and  had  been  compelled  to  earn  a  living 
disguised  as  a  Turkish  beggar. 

"Reason  I  did  it,"  he  explains,  "is  that 
those  programs  are  always  so  dull.  Wanted 
to  jazz  'em  up  a  bit." 

Dozens  of  stage  actors  have  long  con- 
fided that  they,  too,  hoped  one  day  to 
fabricate  romantic  autobiographies;  but 
to  date,  Brando  is  the  only  one  with  suffi- 
cient courage  to  be  seduced  by  his  im- 
pulses. 

Reporters  cannot  understand  other  facets 


of  the  Brando  behavior.  Why,  for  exam- 
ple, does  he  steer  clear  of  the  Hollywood 
beauties?  Dozens  of  glamor  girls  have 
tried  their  best  to  date  him.  They've 
worked  through  intermediaries  and  friends 
of  Marlon,  but  the  boy  won't  give  them  a 
tumble.  He  is  more  interested  in  the  mind 
than  in  the  body. 

He  goes  with  the  actress,  Movita,  more 
than  he  goes  with  any  one  movie  star,  but 
that's  because  he  doesn't  consider  her  the 
typical  product  of  the  Hollywood  beauty 
belt-line.  He  likes  simple,  forthright  girls 
and  is  more  interested  in  their  manner  and 
attitude  than  in  their  fame  or  beauty.  Also, 
he  cannot  abide  publicity-seekers,  male 
or  female. 

"He  always  used  to  go  with  a  cross-eyed 
girl  or  an  ugly-duckling  in  school,"  his 
mother  recalls.  "He's  a  boy  of  great  sym- 
pathy and  rare  compassion."  And  this  is 
no  maternal  exaggeration,  either.  Brando 
is-  inherently  kind. 

Actresses  who  have  worked  with  him 
say  that  he  gives  every  scene  his  best, 
never  essaying  to  steal  a  scene  with  a 
clever  little  distraction  or  to  block  some- 
one else  out  of  the  camera.  He  is  com- 
pletely devoid  of  deceit  or  narcissistic 
thinking. 

'T'eresa  Wright,  who  played  opposite  him 
J-  in  The  Men,  says,  "Marlon  is  one  of 
the  finest,  most  thoughtful  actors  in  the 
business.   I  love  to  play  opposite  him." 

FJia  Kazan,  who's  directed  Brando  both 
in  New  York  and  Hollywood,  describes  him 
as,  "the  greatest  young  actor  in  a  century." 

Mary  Murphy,  his  leading  lady  in  The 
Wild  One,  claims,  "He's  the  tops.  Hell  do 
anything  to  help  you.  In  this  whole  pic- 
ture I  have  yet  to  hear  anyone  say  a  single 
bad  word  about  Marlon.  He's  cooperative 
in  everything." 

The  girls  who  speak  in  derogation  of 
Marlon  are  usually  those  he's  spurned. 
-Before  she  got  married  to  Vittorio  Gass- 
man,  Shelley  Winters  was  sweet  on  Mar- 
lon. For  a  long  time  he  refused  to  look  at 
Shelley  because  he  felt  she  was  putting 
on.  A  few  weeks,  later  when  they  met  at 
Motion  Picture  Center  and  Shelley  came 
down  to  earth,  Marlon  took  to  her  very 
nicely. 

A  few  months  ago,  Brando  was  at  a 
party  where  one  young  actress — she's  pop- 
ularly referred  to  as  Hollywood's  newest 
sex  queen — tried  to  attract  his  attention 
by  showing  more  and  more  of  her  neck- 
line. Brando  has  a  powerful  sense  of  con- 
centration, the  result  of  studying  Yogi, 
and  he  refused  to  flatter  the  doll  with  even 
a  sideward  glance.  Later,  the  offended 
sex  queen  described  him  as,  "the  most  in- 
sufferable prig  I've  ever  met."  To  this 
very  day,  Marlon  doesn't  even  know  she 
was  at  the  party. 

When  he  likes  a  young  woman,  however, 
he  makes  no  secret  of  the  fact.  During  the 
making  of  Viva  Zapata  which  was  shot  on 
location  in  Del  Rio,  Texas,  he  got  on  fa- 
mously with  Jean  Peters.  To  show  exactly 
how  fond  he  was  of  this  beauty,  he  climbed 
a  treetop  and  serenaded  her  at  three  a.m. 

Brando  is  a  free  soul  who  has  always 
believed  in  obeying  his  impulses.  He  was 
expelled  from  school  because  he  felt  he 
simply  had  to  wire  the  classroom  doors 
with  explosives.  Next  morning  his  teach- 
ers were  duly  shocked.  His  classmates, 
however,  thought  so  much  of  their  quix- 
otic colleague  that  they  signed  a  petition 
demanding  his  immediate  reinstatement. 

By  this  time,  however,  Marlon  was  fed 
up  with  school  and  took  a  job  north  of 
Chicago  digging  irrigation  ditches.  A  few 
weeks  later '  he  moved  •  on  to  New  York 
where  his  sister  Frances  was  studying  art 
in  Greenwich  Village.  He  decided  to 
become  an  actor  and  enrolled  at  the  New 
School  for  Social  Research  where  his  dra- 
matics instructress  was  Stella  Adler. 


After  a  year  at  the  New  School  and  a 
season  of  summer  stock  on  Long  Island 
Brando  was  signed  for  1  Remember  Mama. 
Four  plays  later  he  was  cast  as  the  lead  in 
Streetcar  and  after  that,  Hollywood  beck- 
oned and  he  came. 

Brando  was  paid  $45,000  and  ten  per  cent 
of  the  profits  for  his  work  in  The  Men.  In 
Streetcar  he  got  $65,000.  Viva  Zapata!  was 
good  for  $75,000.  Julius  Caesar  and  The 
Wild  One  brought  him  $100,000  each. 

In  five  pictures,  Marlon  has  grossed 
close  to  $400,000,  approximately  half  of 
which  he's  given  to  the  government  in 
taxes. 

When  Marlon  is  working,  all  of  his 
salary  is  sent  to  his  father  in  Chicago.  His 
father,  in  turn,  sends  him  $100  each  week. 
Added  to  this,  Brando  gets  $50  a  week 
from  MCA,  the  talent  agency  that  repre- 
sents him. 

^  "On  150  bucks  a  week,"  the  actor  says, 
"I  get  along  very  well.  I  have  everything 
I  want  in  the  way  of  food,  shelter,  and 
entertainment.  When  I  want  to  travel 
that's  when  I  dig  into  the  big  loot.  In 
Hollywood  I  try  to  rent  a  place,  a  house 
or  something,  that  gives  me  a  little  pri- 
vacy. In  New  York  I  have  an  apartment 
on  57th  Street  near  Sixth  Avenue.  Noth- 
ing very  big." 

Actually,  Marlon  comes  from  a  fairly 
well-to-do  family.  As  a  child  in  Omaha, 
Evanston,  and  Libertyville,  these  last  two 
cities  in  Illinois,  he  always  lived  in  large 
homes — there  were  never  less  than  two 
in  service — and  he  was  sent  to  Shattuck, 
an  expensive  military  academy. 

With  this  sort  of  background  ifs  a 
tribute  to  his  sense  of  values  that  he  un- 
derstands the  worth  of  a  buck  in  this 
world.  He  believes  more  in  the  luxury  of 
the  mind  than  in  luxurious  material  pos- 
sessions of  which  he  has  practically  none. 

A  pbiend  who's  known  him  for  many 
years  says,  "They  can  call  Bud  a  wack, 
a  screwball,  a  bum,  anything  they  want  to, 
but  do  you  know  any  youngster  in  Holly- 
wood who's  handled  himself  better?  In 
three  years  this  kid  has  been  starred  in 
five  of  the  best  films.  He's  won  all  sorts 
of  critical  accolades.  They  gave  him  an 
Academy  Award  nomination  for  Zapata, 
and  I  predict  hell  get  another  one  for 
Julius  Caesar. 

"In  three  years  he's  earned  enough 
dough  to  take  care  of  himself  for  the  rest 
of  his  life.  He's  never  been  mixed  up  in 
the  slightest  scandal.  He's  never  been  ar- 
rested for  drunken  driving  or  slugging  a 
cop  or  any  of  the  mistakes  young  guys 
are  more  or  less  expected  to  make. 

"His  head  hasn't  swelled  one-eighth  of 
an  inch.  If  anything,  success  has  made 
him  more  kind,  more  thoughtful,  more 
considerate.  He's  been  a  good  son  to 
his  parents,  a  good  brother  to  his  sis- 
ters and  a  good  friend  to  his  friends.  The 
only  people  who  dislike  him  are  reporters 
he  refuses  to  see  on  the  grounds  that 
they're  'scuffling  hucksters'. 

"I'm  not  saying  he's  perfect.  He's  got  a 
lot  of  blind  spots.  Like  he's  death  on 
movie  magazines,  hates  them,  but  not 
without  reason.  A  lot  of  them  have  made 
him  look  like  a  silly  jerk,  and  the  truth  is 
that  he's  not. 

"In  a  town  of  sophistry  and  sophisticates 
and  snow- job  artists,  he's  managed  to  hold 
his  own  by  being  honest,  frank  and  out- 
spoken.   By  being  Brando,  nobody  else. 

"If  you  know  any  other  kid  who's  got  a 
better  record  than  Bud,  who's  made  a  bet- 
ter showing  than  him,  I  wish  you'd  speak 
up. 

"This  guy  doesn't  miss  a  trick.   He's  got 
all  the  right  instincts.   He's  leaving  Holly- 
wood exactly  at  the  right  time.    He's  29, 
and  he's  on  top.    That's  the  time  to  pull  1 
out — when  you're  on  top."  END 


OHM 


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(Continued  from  page  53)  was  last  Feb- 
ruary 27th,  at  which  time  Elizabeth  Taylor 
turned  21  years  old  and  became  at  long 
last  officially,  legally  and  irrevocably  an 
adult.  Later  in  the  afternoon  she  slipped 
into  her  latest  Amelia  Grey  dress  and 
snapped  on  her  pearls.  Michael  Wilding 
poured  a  round  of  very  special  champagne 
cocktails  for  his  wife,  himself,  and  Liz' 
brother,  Howard  and  wife,  Mara,  who 
strolled  in  from  the  pool  house  where 
they've  been  staying  ever  since  Private 
Taylor  came  back  from  Korea  last  Christ- 
mas Eve.  After  special  toasts  were  drunk, 
they  all  set  out  for  a  special  evening — Mrs. 
Wilding's  first  one  out  since  her  baby  ar- 
rived and  her  first  appearance  in  public. 

They  went  to  Romanoff's  in  Beverly 
Hills  and  as  they  entered,  the  tables 
buzzed.  They  buzzed  again  as  the  quartet 
strolled  out,  after  Liz  had  gorged  herself 
on  a  lean  lamb  chop,  a  spoonful  of  unbut- 
tered  peas,  melba  toast,  tea  and  a  reckless 
slice  of  high  caloried  birthday  cake. 

'T'he  prevailing  myth  about  Elizabeth  Tay- 
lor  is  that  she's  the  helpless,  flighty, 
spoiled,  beautiful-but-dumb  child  bride  of 
a  sophisticated,  worldly  wise  British  actor 
who  knows  all  the  answers. 

People  are  funny  that  way.  Often  they 
prefer  outworn  fiction  to  current  fact.  But 
the  up-to-date  truth  about  Elizabeth  Tay- 
lor Wilding's  present  existence  is  twice 
as  interesting  as  her  lingering  legend — 
and  that  truth  is  that  at  an  age  when  most 
girls  are  still  toying  with  fraternity  pins 
and  chanting  rah-rah  songs,  Elizabeth  is 
already  a  purposeful  and  mature  young 
woman  running  her  own  house,  caring  for 
her  baby,  making  herself  and  the  man 
she  married  ecstatically  happy,  and  con- 
tinuing her  adult  screen  career.  In  the 
face  of  doubts,  relentless  publicity  and 
head  waggings  ever  since  she  flew  to 
England  to  marry  Michael  Wilding,  all 
Elizabeth  has  done  is  to  record  the  most 
personally  successful,  fruitful  and  mean- 
ingful year  of  her  entire  life.  As  such  she 
rates  a  21  gun  salute  from  Modern  Screen 
— not  only  as  Hollywood's  youngest  mother, 
but  its  most  triumphant  young  mother. 
Because  Elizabeth's  victory  has  been  won 
against  odds  and  under  harrassing  fire, 
with  the  weapons  of  courage,  confidence, 
good  sense,  and  the  native  wisdom  and 
sure  instincts  of  her  sex.  And  with  the 
help  of  a  husband  who  as  a  close  friend 
puts  it,  "is  the  first  man  Liz  ever  knew 
who  treated  her  like  the  woman  she  was 
instead  of  the  kid  she  was  not." 

"Liz  has  always  wanted  a  home  and 
children,"  says  another  girlhood  friend. 
"She  always  mothered  everything  that 
came  her  way,  whether  it  was  birds,  mice, 
kittens  or  puppy  dogs.  She  was  a  little 
woman  in  a  lot  of  ways  before  she  ever 
had  a  date.  Nobody  ever  called  her  domes- 
tic or  mother's  helper,  because  she  was 
raised  with  servants,  she's  still  untidy  in 
a  lot  of  ways  and  has  no  idea  whatever  of 
time.  But  emotionally  she  was  prepared 
for  motherhood  the  minute  that  was  pos- 
sible. 

"As  for  Nicky  Hilton  and  his  complaint 
that  he  wanted  to  have  kids  but  Elizabeth 
didn't,  that's  probably  right.  But  the  rea- 
son Elizabeth  didn't  was  because  she  didn't 
want  to  have  Nicky's  children.  She  knew 
only  too  soon  that  her  marriage  couldn't 
last.  She  discovered  her  mistake  on  her 
honeymoon.  Nobody  in  the  world  could 
have  guessed  that  Nicky  wasn't  the  nicest, 
steadiest,  most  sincere  boy  in  the  world 
before  Elizabeth  married  him.  Then  al- 
most the  minute  he  shook  the  rice  off  his 
collar,  he  changed  into  a  wild  Indian  whom 


Liz  didn't  recognize.  But  you  notice  what 
happened  when  she  met  a  real  man  and 
married  him,  don't  you?" 

"It  was  hard  for  us  who'd  watched  Eliza- 
beth grow  up  the  petted  darling  of  the  lot," 
says  Helen  Rose,  her  close  friend  and 
studio  dress  designer,  "to  believe  that  she 
was  having  her  first  baby.  She  acted  as 
if  she'd  already  had  six." 

But  there  was  one  thing  Liz  was  par- 
ticular about  at  that  point — a  home  for 
her  baby.  Until  Mike  joined  her  in  Holly- 
wood she  stayed  with  her  secretary,  Peggy 
Rutiedge,  in  a  furnished  Beverly  Hills 
apartment  and  Mike  replaced  Peggy  when 
he  arrived.  The  minute  he  did,  the  house 
hunt  began.  "I'm  not  going  to  bring  my 
baby  back  to  any  furnished  flat,"  Elizabeth 
stated.  "I'm  going  to  bring  him  home." 
But  the  search  went  on  until  a  spare  two 
months  before  the  big  event.  They  didn't 
find  the  right  place  until  last  November. 

The  reason  was  that  in  this  project 
Elizabeth  exhibited  a  surprising  new  trait. 
She  set  a  strict  price  limit,  very  modest 
by  Hollywood  standards,  from  which  she 
refused  to  budge,  and  she  amazed  brokers 
and  Mike  as  well  with  her  shrewd  sizeups 
of  properties  which  as  any  young  couple 
knows,  are  deceptive  to  figure,  unless 
you've  had  tons  of  experience  or  are  an 
expert.  For  example,  at  the  same  time 
that  they  spotted  their  mountaintop  eyrie, 
Elizabeth  and  Mike  discovered  another 
place  for  sale  right  on  the  beach  at  Santa 
Monica,  a  beautiful  house  with  the  right 
rooms  and  a  front  yard  running  down  to 
the  waves.  Both  the  Wildings  are  beach 
bugs,  especially  Mike  who  looks  on  South- 
ern California  as  the  next  best  thing  to 
his  favorite  spot,  the  French  Riviera.  Actu- 
ally, both  preferred  the  ocean  front  site, 
and  besides  the  price  was  appreciably  less. 
But  Elizabeth  thought  beyond  the  seaside 
lure  and  shook  her  head. 

"No,  sir,"  she  decided,  "we  can't  afford 
it,"  which  statement  didn't  make  sense  to 
the  broker.  "I  know,"  explained  Eliza- 
beth. "We  had  a  summer  beach  house  once. 
You  have  to  paint  every  year.  Everything 
rusts.  Your  clothes  fall  apart.  The  linen 
mildews.  The  sand  ruins  your  carpets. 
Too  expensive." 

She  was  just  as  sure-footedly  practical 
about  the  prospective  arrival  of  her  son. 
Much  to  the  confusion  of  her  dithering 
mate.  "Before,  during  and  after  her  baby 
none  of  us  worked  up  a  wrinkle  over  Liz," 
smiles  Barbara  Thompson.  "But  we've  had 
a  few  anxious  moments  about  Mike." 

That's  always  the  way  it  is  with  first 
fathers.  Michael  Wilding  was  no  excep- 
tion. On  the  other  hand,  having  babies 
is  what  little  girls  are  made  for  and 
very  obviously  Elizabeth  is  not  styled 
inadequately  there,  although  she  had  the 
bad  luck  of  a  Caesarian  delivery.  Before 
that  news  broke  however — three  weeks  be- 
fore little  Mike  was  due — his  prospective 
dad  had  things  meticulously  figured  out  for 
the  hospital  dash.  He'd  already  made  a 
dozen  speed  trial  runs  up  and  down  the 
twisting  road,  but  there  are  some  turns 
with  sheer  drops  on  the  steep  descent  for 
which  Liz's  Cadillac  had  to  slow  down.  He 
wasn't  quite  satisfied.  One  day  Mike  burst 
in  with  an  inspired  look  on  his  face. 

"I've  got  it,"  he  cried,  "the  Jaguar.  It's 
tiny,  it  really  holds  the  road,  and  I  can 
whiz  you  down  with  that  in  no  time!" 

"Have  you  figured  out  how  you're  going 
to  squeeze  me  in  the  Jaguar?"  inquired 
Liz. 

That's  how  impractical  husbands  can  get 
in  the  emotional  stress  of  approaching 
fatherhood,  and  that's  the  way  it  was  with 
Mike  Wilding — nervous  as  a  witch  while 
Liz  stayed  relaxed  as  a  tabby  cat.  When 
the  doctor  summoned  her  for  X-rays  at 
last  and  announced  that  the  baby  was 


turning,  that  a  dangerous  breech-birth 
might  develop,  that  a  Caesarean  seemed 
wise,  Mike  almost  had  to  be  carried  out 
of  the  place,  while  Liz  stayed  as  cool  as 
a  cucumber  and  the  only  complaint  she 
made  was,  "I  wanted  five  children  and 
now  my  limit's-  three!"  As  if  to  comfort 
her,  her  poodle,  GiGi,  had  the  same  trouble 
and  had  to  have  a  Caesarean  first. 

Caesarean  sections,  of  course,  are  no 
joke;  in  every  respect  they're  a  major 
operation.  But  while  Mike  rented  a  special 
room  next  to  Elizabeth's  for  himself  at  the 
hospital  saying,  "I  don't  want  him  in 
the  nursery.  You  know,  they  do  mix 
up  babies  at  hosiptals  now  and  then," 
(once  in  maybe  500,000  times!),  Liz  trav- 
elled for  her  encouchement  as  if  she  were 
going  out  to  a  party.  Besides  her  own 
family  and  Mike,  their  good  friends 
Michael  and  Maggie  Rennie,  and  Barbara 
and  Marshall  Thompson  gathered  festively 
in  her  hospital  room  to  wish  the  stork  a 
happy  landing.  At  that  time,  Elizabeth 
was  scheduled  for  her  delivery  the  next 
morning  at  eight.  But  at  ten  o'clock  the 
doctor  came  in,  shooed  out  the  guests  and 
rather  apologetically  asked  if  Mrs.  Wilding 
would  mind  having  her  baby  an  hour  from 
then.  "Some  emergency  cases  are  coming 
in  tonight.  Tomorrow  the  operating  room 
will  be  busy,"  he  explained. 

"Sure,"  said  Liz,  without  batting  an  eye. 
So  at  11  o'clock  Michael  Howard  arrived, 
got  obstetrically  spanked  and  let  out  his 
first  protesting  squawk. 

He's  emitted  plenty  of  those  since  then, 
you  can  bet,  and  99  per  cent  of  them  his 


Marilyn  Monroe  is  always  late  for 
appointments.  The  Monroe  was 
like  this  before  she  became  a  star. 
One  day  Marilyn  arrived  late  on  a 
set  and  the  assistant  director  rep- 
rimanded her,  ending  with:  "You 
know,  you  can  be  replaced."  Mari- 
lyn replied:  "You  can  be  replaced, 
too,  but  they  wouldn't  have  to  re- 
shoot  you."        Sidney  Skohky  in 

Hollywood  Is*  My  Beat 

mother  has  heard.  She  had  him  right  in 
the  bed  with  her  the  morning  after  he 
was  born,  even  though  groggy  with  seda- 
tives for  the  pain.  "She  really  shouldn't 
have  her  baby  yet,  you  know,"  the  ma- 
ternity nurse  told  Sara  Taylor  when  she 
peeped  in.  "I've  seen  lots  of  mothers  in 
my  time,  but  I've  never  seen  one  so  in 
love  with  her  son  as  this  one.  I  just 
couldn't  deny  her." 

But  while  Liz  is  indeed  foolish  about 
Little  Mike  or  "Boy,"  as  his  dad  still  calls 
him  (from  the  lettering  beads  'Boy  Wild- 
ing' on  his  identification  bracelet)  she's  not 
foolish  with  him.  Not  half  so  much  as  his 
Old  Man  is,  and  has  been  ever  since  he 
carefully  steered  the  Cadillac  with  the 
bassinette  inside  back  up  the  hill  and  home. 
Until  recently  he  hadn't  missed  the  awe- 
some sight  of  a  feeding.  Recently  when 
Liz  and  Mike  started  to  get  back  in  circu- 
lation, they  were  asked  to  an  early  dinner 
at  the  Thompsons  one  night  and  showed 
up  at  a  quarter  to  six.  But  no  sooner  had 
they  stepped  inside  the  front  door  than 
Mike  shot  a  look  at  his  wrist  watch,  gasped, 
"I  forgot— say,  I've  just  got  time!"  and 
whirled  again  out  the  door  to  leap  in  his 
gray  sports  car.  Politely,  he  yelled  back, 
"Sorry,  but  he's  getting  his  first  solid  food 
tonight  at  six.  Can't  miss  that,  you  know. 
Be  right  back,"  and  roared  off.  Liz  watched 
him  go  with  a  smile — but  she  stayed  where 
she  was. 

"Having  both  Mikes,  Junior  and  Senior, 
l|  the  most  constructive  and  developing- 
experience  of  Elizabeth's  life,"  her  best 
tiend,  Barbara  Thompson,  believes.  "In 


different  ways  they  both  rely  on  her  com- 
pletely and  need  her.  This  has  given  Liz 
a  confidence  she  used  to  lack  and  wiped 
out  her  long-standing  inferiority  com- 
plex better  than  a  squad  of  psychiatrists 
could.  Elizabeth  has  always  been  wanting 
the  chance  to  prove  she's  more  than  a 
beautiful  face  and  now  she  has  it." 

"I  know  this  may  be  a  hard  opinion  to 
sell,"  says  one  of  their  best  pals,  Mar- 
shall Thompson,  "but  between  the  two, 
Elizabeth  actually  seems  more  grown  up 
to  me  than  Mike — a  funny  thing  to  say 
maybe  about  a  chap  who  was  raised  in 
the  biggest  city  in  the  world,  has  lived 
all  over  Europe,  and  looks  as  sophisticated 
as  Leslie  Howard  used  to  on  screen.  But 
Mike's  so  disarming,  ingenuous  and  naive 
in  his  manner  that  sometimes,  even  I  have 
almost  a  paternal  feeling  toward  the  guy." 

The  key  to  Michael  Wilding's  Ponce  de 
Leon  personality  perhaps  lies  in  what 
Stewart  Granger  said  about  his  pal:  Mike's 
an  artist,  not  only  in  temperament  but  in 
fact.  He  was  a  professional  artist  before 
he  ever  turned  actor,  as  he  states  blithely, 
"to  make  an  easy  living."  He  admits  he 
doesn't  like  acting,  he  loves  painting.  Ar- 
tists are  notoriously  young  in  heart  and 
ageless  in  outlook. 

Mike  paints  .beautifully  (he's  done  a 
knockout  oil  of  Liz)  when  he  isn't  drink- 
ing in  the  view  from  the  terrace  through 
a  spy  glass  which  Liz'  Uncle  Howard  gave 
him,  a  view  that  takes  in  half  of  Southern 
California  including  Catalina  Island  on 
a  clear  day.  Or  dipping  every  hour  on  the 
hour  in  their  new  pool.  In  her  first  chance 
to  catch  up  on  leisure  hobbies  in  years 
Liz  has  cleaned  up  her  brushes,  too,  and 
started  some  canvases.  This  mutual  art 
kick,  oddly  enough,  is  what  brewed  the 
lone  spat  between  the  Wildings  since  they 
made  a  team.  One  day,  when  Mike  left 
the  unfinished  portrait  of  Elizabeth  lying 
around,  Liz,  lonesome  and  bored,  grabbed 
a  brush  and  finished  it.  Coming  home  that 
night  Mike  really  hit  the  low  roof  of  their 
home.  "Don't  ever  do  that  again!"  he 
raved,  and  Liz  hasn't.  Artists  are  furiny 
that  way — loving  husbands  or  not.  Your 
most  devoted  pup  will  bite  you  if  you  grab 
his  bone. 

f\  f  course,  their  idyll  is  over  by  now  and 
both  Elizabeth  Taylor  and  Michael 
Wilding  are  back  in  circulation  and  in  movie 
make-up,  Liz  happily,  Mike  comparatively 
so.  She's  making  Rhapsody  at  MGM,  he's 
there  in  The  Scarlet  Coat.  Whether  that 
first  Hollywood  starring  job  will  make 
Michael  Wilding  the  standout  success  in 
America  that  he  was  in  England,  no  one 
yet  can  say.  Nor  at  this  point  can  anyone 
accurately  predict  what  two  active  careers 
in  one  household  will  do  to  a  marriage 
which  hasn't  run  into  that  hurdle  before. 
But  the  smart  Hollywood  money  is  betting 
on  continued  bliss. 

Elizabeth,  of  course,  is  really  just  getting 
started  on  that  adult  career  and  the  only 
thing  which  seems  likely  to  slow  her  down 
is  what  did  last  time — another  baby.  This, 
she  says,  is  exactly  what  she  intends  to 
have  soon,  maybe  next  year,  if  the  Good 
Lord  wills  it,  so  little  Mike  won't  grow  up 
a  lonely,  only  child.  And  anyone  who  knows 
Liz  is  pretty  sure  she's  not  just  popping 
her  pretty  hps  on  the  subject,  career  or  not. 

Meanwhile,  Mister  and  Mrs.  Wilding  are 
sitting  pretty  in  a  pretty  little  nest  over 
which  the  Hollywood  magpies  don't  fly 
much  any  more — or  the  mocking  birds, 
either. 

Maybe  in  time  the  scatterguns  will  stop 
rattling  birdshot  on  the  window  panes  of 
the  girl  who  has  everything — for  the  love 
of  Mike.  In  only  a  year  she's  proved  pretty 
satisfactorily  that  if  she  had  any  pin  feath- 
ers left,  they're  gone  by  now  and  her  wings 
are  spread  to  match  her  mate's.  END 


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Hollywood  and  youth 

(Continued  from  page  41)  was  inspecting 
an  apartment  house  with  her  insurance 
agent  husband. 

Jane  knows  something  about  apartment 
houses.  Her  parents,  before  they  were 
separated,  used  to  manage  one,  and  Janie 
has  a  good  idea  about  overhead,  expenses, 
the  cost  of  linen,  and  taxes.  As  a  girl  she 
had  to  be  careful  with  money.  There  was 
never  any  to  throw  around. 

She  and  her  husband  looked  at  this 
apartment  house  in  North  Hollywood. 

"Let's  buy  it,"  Jane  said  after  a  while. 
"It's  good  income  property." 

Geary  Steffen,  son  of  Willie  Ritchie,  the 
lightweight  boxing  champion  of  the  world, 
19i2-1914,  nodded.  "I  think  you're  right," 
he  agreed.  "We'll  sign  the  papers." 

ow,  these  two  incidents,  involving  two 
young  actresses  of  equal  fame  and 
popularity,  point  up  the  difficulty  in  dog- 
matically charging  Hollywood  with  any 
definite,  irrefutable  effect  upon  the  lives  of 
young  actors  and  actresses.  For  while  it 
will  pervert  the  sense  of  values  in  one 
player,  Hollywood  will  strengthen  it  in 
another;  so  that  it  becomes  specious  to 
level  a  finger  at  the  movie  Mecca  and 
accuse  it  with  sweeping,  denunciatory,  all- 
inclusive  charges. 

It  may  well  be,  after  all  the  circumstances 
are  considered,  that  Hollywood  is  no  worse 
for  young  players  than  New  York,  Chicago, 
London,  or  Peoria.  In  one  sense  it  is  cer- 
tainly better,  for  it  consistently  provides 
young  men  and  women  with  an  unparal- 
leled opportunity  to  acquire  money  and 
success,  two  factors  which  in  turn,  provide 
them  with  the  opportunity  of  revealing 
their  true  characters. 

If  a  young  actress  has  enough  strength 
of  character  to  resist  the  temptations  and 
pitfalls  which  are  an  integral  part  of  show 
business,  she  will  lead  a  good  and  sub- 
stantial life. 

If  she  doesn't,  she  will  find  herself  tum- 
bling from  one  marriage  to  another,,  from 
one  love  affair  to  another  infatuation,  from 
neurosis  to  neurosis,  and  finally  into  a 
state  of  perpetual  wretchedness. 

Over  the  years,  however,  it  has  become 
de  rigeur,  it  has  become  fashionable  to 
blame  Hollywood  for  all  the  crimes,  indis- 
cretions, misdemeanors,  and  excesses  of  its 
constituents  rather  than  blame  the  indi- 
viduals themselves. 

A  few  months  ago,  for  example,  New 
York  City  was  rocked  by  a  booming  vice 
scandal.  A  prominent  young  cafe  society 
playboy  was  accused  of  inducing  several 
attractive  girls  to  become  prostitutes.  The 
playboy  was  tried  and  found  guilty.  No 
one  blamed  New  York  City  for  this  crime. 

In  Hollywood,  however,  when  John 
Agar  was  arrested  once  again  for  drunken 
driving,  people  said,  "Poor  guy!  Look  at 
what  Hollywood  has  done  to  him." 

When  Judy  Garland,  after  falling  in  and 
out  of  love  a  dozen  times,  nicked  her  throat 
with  a  broken  glass  in  a  childish  attempt 
at  suicide,  Hollywood  was  again  charged 
with  "lousing  up  that  poor  kid's  life." 

A  ctually,  Hollywood  is  a  loud,  changing, 
tradition-less,  exhibitionistic  commu- 
nity which  beckons  to  its  bosom,  no  ques- 
tions asked,  any  personality  or  talent  who 
can  help  fill  the  coffers  at  the  box-office. 

In  trying  to  determine  what  Hollywood 
does  to  youth,  certain  basic  questions  must 
be  answered. 

Would  today's  young  stars  have  devel- 
oped the  same  behavior  and  character  pat- 
terns had  they  not  come  to  Hollywood? 

Is  the  motion  picture  industry  responsi- 
ble for  perverting  their  sense  of  values, 
aging  their  minds,  jading  their  lives,  and 


incontrovertibly  corrupting  their  morals? 

Is  it  true  that  for  years  now  Hollywood 
has  taken  impressionable  and  malleable 
young  players  and  moulded  them  into 
narcissistic  neurotics  who  have  little  re- 
gard for  the  sanctity  of  marriage  and  the 
stability  of  the  family? 

Is  it  true  that  Hollywood  consistently 
spoils  young  actors  and  actresses? 

To  answer  these  questions  intelligently 
— and  by  their  sociological  nature  none  of 
them  may  be  answered  with  finality — it 
is  best  first  to  divide  the  players  into  two 
groups:  those  young  stars  whose  formative 
youths  were  lived  in  Hollywood  and  those 
stars  whose  adolescence  was  spent  else- 
where. 

Shirley  Temple,  Margaret  O'Brien,  Liz 
Taylor,  Lana  Turner,  Betty  Grable,  Judy 
Garland,  Jackie  Coogan,  Jane  Powell,  Deb- 
bie Reynolds,  Mickey  Rooney,  Deanna 
Durbin,  Mitzi  Gaynor,  Peggy  Ann  Garner, 
and  possibly  one  or  two  others  belong  in 
the  first  group.  These  are  Hollywood-bred 
products. 

The    vast    majority    of  contemporary 


Hear  about  the  tourists  in  Holly- 
wood who  asked  for  a  tour  of  the 
cemeteries?  They  wanted  to  visit 
the  stars  they've  been  seeing  in 
old  movies  on  TV. 

Erskine  Johnson 


young  stars,  however,  were  not  raised  in 
Hollywood.  Doris  Day,  Dale  Robertson, 
Bob  Wagner,  Rock  Hudson,  Scott  Brady, 
Van  Johnson,  June  Allyson,  Ava  Gardner, 
Jeanne  Crain,  Anne  Baxter,  Leslie  Caron, 
Esther  Williams— even  though  one  or  two 
of  these  attended  school  in  Los  Angeles— 
they  were  reared  away  from  the  motion 
picture  business  and  did  not  go  to  school 
on  the  studio  lots. 

IS  there  any  appreciable  difference  be- 
tween these  two  groups?  Is  one  happier 
or  better  adjusted  than  the  other?  Is  the 
divorce  rate  higher  in  either  of  these  two 
categories? 

You  will  discover  that  with  half  a  dozen 
exceptions,  practically  every  well-known 
Hollywood  actress  has  been  divorced  at 
Iccist  once 

Lana  Turner,  Betty  Grable,  Liz  Taylor, 
Shirley  Temple,  Judy  Garland,  Mona  Free- 
man, Marilyn  Monroe,  Esther  Williams, 
Shelley  Winters,  Terry  Moore,  Rita  Hay- 
worth — the  list  is  endless. 

Many  of  these  young  stars  were  divorced 
long  before  they  came  to  Hollywood,  but 
Hollywood  is  still  blamed  for  the  relatively 
high  divorce  rate  these  players  have  estab- 
lished; and  yet  as  we  know,  Janet  Leigh, 
Dale  Robertson,  Dan  Dailey,  Doris  Day, 
Esther  Williams,'  and  Shelley  Winters  were 
all  one-time  maritallosersbefore  their  movie 
careers  really  began  to  get  underway. 

What  Hollywood  has  done— and  it  is  in 
the  nature  of  the  business  to  do  it — is  to 
mature  its  child  stars  too  quickly  and  to 
spoil  them  rotten  in  the  process.  This  is 
unavoidable. 

When  Liz  Taylor  was  a  child  at  MGM, 
she  was  being  fawned  upon  by  adults  who 
catered  to  her  slightest  whim. 

When  she  attended  classes  at  the  studio 
school  her  classmates  were,  other  preco- 
cious children.  In  her  workaday  world  she 
had  little  contact  with  the  normality  other 
girls  of  her  age  were  living  every  day. 
Wherever  Liz  went  she  was  surrounded- 
by  adults.  Scarcely  in  her  teens  she  was 
playing  love  scenes  with  Robert  Taylor. 

Whether  constant  contact  with  adults, 
particularly  adult  males,  hastens  the  matu- 
ration process  in  young  girls  this  writer 
doesn't  know,  but  it  is  a  statement  of  fact 
that  practically  all  Hollywood  child  stars 
bloom  physically  at  a  relatively  early  age. 
When  Lana  Turner  was  15,  she  looked 


so  physically  provocative  that  Mervyn 
LeRoy  cast  her  in  highly  seductive  "older" 
parts. 

As  for  Liz  Taylor,  she  always  had  more 
boyfriends  than  girlfriends.  Vic  Damone, 
Stanley  Donen,  Arthur  Loew,  Jr.,  Bill 
Pawley,  Glenn  Davis,  Montgomery  Clift, 
Tom  Breen,  Jerome  Courtiand — these  are 
just  a  few  who  come  quickly  to  mind.  She 
has  always  been  the  Queen  Bee  from 
whom  the  men  have  wanted  some  honey. 
She  has  always  been  a  classic  example  of 
beauty,  glamor,  and  sex  appeal,  Holly- 
wood's three  outstanding  marketable  com- 
modities. 

Had  Liz  Taylor  never  come  to  Holly- 
wood, had  her  mother,  a  frustrated  actress 
in  her  own  right,  never  put  the  child  in 
movies,  the  chances  are  that  Liz  would 
have  developed  more  normally,  in  a 
slower  tempo. 

She  might  have  gone  on  to  college, 
furthered  her  education,  broadened  her 
ken.  She  probably  would  have  had  just  as 
many  boys  in  her  life,  for  after  all,  she's 
irresistibly  beautiful,  but  the  adoration 
would  have  begun  at  a  much  later  age. 

Gary  Cooper  once  said,  "It's  darn  hard 
kissing  a  beautiful  woman  20  or  30  times 
and  not  feeling  anything,  even  though  it  is 
play-acting."  And  Coop  was  a  grown  man 
when  he  said  that.  Take  a  15-year-old  girl 
and  let  her  play  tempestuous  love  scenes 
with  handsome,  well-developed  leading 
men  and  you're  going  to  stimulate  her 
whole  glandular  setup  and  change  her 
whole  outlook  on  life.  To  her,  love  and 
sex  and  men  and  marriage  will  soon  be- 
come the  beginning  and  the  end  of  all 
existence. 

The  simple  truth  is  that  you  cannot  in- 
troduce a  young  girl  into  the  motion 
picture  business  and  expect  her  to  lead  a 
normal  life.  (The  same  holds  for  young 
men.) 

It  was  tried  with  Shirley  Temple  who 
fortunately  had  intelligent,  well-balanced 
parents;  but  even  they  failed.  They  put 
Shirley  in  an  exclusive  finishing  school 
after  she  had  made  a  million  as  a  child 
star.  But  it  was  the  same  old  story.  Shirley 
was  physically  and  mentally  precocious. 
She  was  anxious  to  become  a  part  of  the 
adult  world  that  had  for  years  revolved 
around  her. 

Obsessed  by  the  great  goddess,  Love, 
spoiled  and  long- accustomed  to  adults  and 
their  ways,  she  fell  quickly  in  love  with  a 
schoolmate's  brother,  John  Agar. 

Her  parents  tried  to  delay  the  wedding. 
They  knew  Shirley  was  too  young  for 
wifehood.  But  Shirley  had  earned  a  for- 
tune. Studio  employees  had  pampered  and 
petted  her  for  a  dozen  years.  Hollywood 
had  made  her  financially  independent  of 
her  parents. 

She  wanted  to  marry  Agar,  and  come 
hallelujah  or  high  water,  that's  exactly 
what  she  was  going  to  do.  Neither  Shirley 
nor  Agar  knew  what  marriage  was  all 
about.  Neither  of  them  had  been  prepared 
for  the  compromise,  the  give-and-take,  the 
mutual  consideration  involved  in  a  part- 
nership. The  divorce  was  inevitable. 

The  same  thing  happened  to  Lana 
Turner,  Betty  Grable,  and  Loretta  Young. 
They  entered  the  motion  picture  game  at 
an  early  age.  They  all  were  very  beautiful. 
Men  old  enough  to  be  their  fathers — agents, 
casting  directors,  cameramen — nattered 
their  egos,  made  passes,  whispered  sweet 
nothings.  At  an  early  age  the  sex  instinct 
was  aroused. 

A  year  or  two  of  this,  and  a  girl  is  sore 
that  she's  become  an  authority  on  men. 
that  she  can  discriminate  between  the 
real  thing  and  the  phony. 

Loretta  Young's  mother  advised  Gretchen 
— that's  Loretta 's  real  name — not  to  marry 
Grant  Withers.  Only  Loretta  felt  at  the 
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mother.  Later,  she  had  the  marriage  an- 
nulled. 

Lillian  Grable  was  dead  set  against 
Betty's  marrying  Jackie  Coogan  and  her 
later  escapades  with  fighting  George  Raft. 
But  Betty  was  the  breadwinner,  and  she 
was  determined  to  lead  her  own  love  life, 
and  she  loused  it  up  considerably  until  she 
found  real  happiness  with  Harry  James. 

Mildred  Turner  had  many  a  spat  with 
daughter  Lana  about  love  and  men — in 
fact,  she  moved  out  of  their  apartment — 
but  impetuous  Lana  went  right  ahead  mar- 
rying Artie  Shaw  and  Steven  Crane.  "I 
asked  for  it,"  she  said  later.  And  she  got 
it,  too. 

Ava  Gardner  when  she  first  arrived  in 
Hollywood,  was  warned  from  many  sources 
about  Mickey  Rooney.  She  wouldn't  listen. 
As  a  result  she  wound  up  with  $25,000  and 
a  broken  heart.  Also  a  master's  degree  in 
disillusion. 

f\  ne  of  Hollywood's  shortcomings  is  that 
"  it  throws  young  actresses  into  contact 
more  or  less  exclusively  with  show-busi- 
ness characters.  Unfortunately,  actors  and 
entertainers  make  the  world's  worst  hus- 
bands. They  are  interested  too  much  in 
themselves. 

When  Ava  was  going  with  Frank  Sinatra, 
she  was  asked  if  her  intentions  were  hon- 
orable. "Do  you  think  I'm  nuts?"  she  cried. 
"Marry  Sinatra?  Why  should  I  do  a  thing 
like  that?  I've  learned  my  lesson.  I've  been 
married  to  two  guys  in  show  business."  A 
few  months  later  the  doll  from  North 
Carolina  became  Mrs.  Frank  Sinatra  and 
has  been  fighting  with  the  Thin  Man  ever 
since.  It  is  popular  to  say  that  Hollywood 
ruined  Ava  Gardner.  The  truth  is  that  Ava 
has  always  been  her  own  worst  enemy. 

A  director  who  has  been  in  Hollywood 
25  years  and  therefore  prefers  to  remain 
nameless,  says,  "It's  been  my  experience 
that  parents  and  especially  mothers,  do 
more  to  ruin  young  players  than  Holly- 
wood ever  does.  These  movie  mothers  are 
career-crazy. 

"Who  puts  a  young  girl  into  the  movies 
in  the  first  place?  Usually  it's  the  mother. 
Why?  There  are  two  reasons.  One  is 
money.  The  other  is  that  the  mother  wanes 
to  enjoy  stardom  vicariously.  Usually 
she's  loused  up  her  own  life  and  now 
wants  another  chance  through  her  daugh- 
ter. 

"Talk  to  Betty  Grable.  She'll  tell  you 
that  she  never  wanted  to  become  an  ac- 
tress. It  was  her  mother  who  planned  it 
for  her.  Betty  has  a  sister  who  lives  in  the 
valley,  happily  married  and  all  of  that. 
Doesn't  have  as  much  money  as  Betty  but 
never  had  her  sad  experiences,  either. 

"Take  Peggy  Ann  Garner.  Her  mother 
wanted  Peggy  to  become  a  movie  star  so 
badly  that  she  passed  bad  checks,  did 
everything  in  the  book,  finally  wound  up 
in  the  clink. 

"With  Judy  Garland,  it  was  the  same 
bit.  Her  mother  wanted  the  girl  to  get 
ahead,  to  become  a  big  movie  star.  All  of 
these  cases  follow  a  pattern.  Mother  takes 
daughter  and  puts  her  in  movies.  Daughter 
is  besieged  by  men  who  like  her  looks,  like 
her  figure,  like  her  youth.  The  mother  be- 
comes alarmed.  She  tells  the  young  girl 
to  stay  away  from  men.  They're  heels. 
They've  got  bad  intentions.  By  now  that 
daughter  is  supporting  the  mother,  so  she 
tells  the  old  lady  to  go  whistle.  Next  thing 
you  know  mother  and  daughter  are  fight- 
ing, and  the  daughter  runs  off  and  gets 
married. 

"Right  away  Hollywood's  to  blame. 
That's  a  lot  of  bunk.  We're  not  here  to 
build  character  for  young  actors  and  ac- 
tresses. That's  a  parental  job  and  an  edu- 
cational job.  We're  here  to  build  and 
develop  and  exploit  talent.  Our  primary 
purpose  is  very  simple — to  make  money. 


"You  get  a  young  actress  who's  been 
reared  well,  who  comes  from  a  good  fam- 
ily— not  a  broken  home — who's  had  a 
little  religious  training — girls  like  that 
never  go  wrong.  Jane  Russell,  Jeanne 
Crain,  Leslie  Caron,  Susan  Hayward,  Deb- 
bie Reynolds,  Esther  Williams.  These  kids 
have  character. 

"I've  been  around  this  town  a  long  time, 
and  I've  yet  to  see  one  young  girl  of  char- 
acter corrupted  by  this  environment.  The 
bad  girls  have  been  corrupted  long  before 
they  got  here. 

"I  remember  how  Esther  Williams  was 
once  propositioned  by  a  big  executive  who 
promised  to  make  her  a  great  star.  'If  I've 
got  what  it  takes,'  Esther  said,  'I'll  be  a 
success.  If  I  haven't,  you're  not  going  to 
help  me.' 

"In  the  final  analysis,  it's  the  public  that 
makes  the  star.  A  girl  who  is  willing  to 
relax  her  moral  scruples  may  encourage 
some  unscrupulous  producer  into  giving 
her  a  picture.  But  if  the  public  doesn't  go 
for  the  girl,  she's  out  and  there's  nothing 
the  producer  can  do  about  it.  He  can't 
afford  to  lose  the  stockholders'  money  in 
order  to  satisfy  his  own  love -life. 

"  TT ollywood,  despite  its  many  detractors, 

AJ-  is  a  very  wonderful  place.  Nowhere 
else  in  the  world  do  youngsters  get  the 
opportunity  we  give  them  out  here.  What 
we're  looking  for  is  talent  and  personality. 
We're  not  interested  in  background  or 
family  connections.  The  salaries  we  pay 
are  higher  than  in  any  other  line  of 
business.  Those  few  stars  who've  ruined 
themselves  out  here  would've  ruined  them- 
selves anywhere.  Never  forget  that! 

"Every  man  carries  the  seed  of  his  own 
destruction.  If  he  plants  it  in  fertile  soil— 
and  I  concede  that  Hollywood  is  fertile 
soil— it  will  burgeon.  If  through  proper 
parental  training  he  is  taught  to  lead  a 
clean,  decent,  upstanding  life,  you  can 
place  him  in  a  den  of  thieves,  and  he  will 
emerge  an  honest  man." 

It  is  a  mistake,  of  course,  to  try  to  pass 
judgment  on  Hollywood  youth  by  employ- 
ing the  yardstick  applied  to  residents  of 
the  average  community,  for  Hollywood  is 
an  atypical  district  peopled  by  ambitious, 
self-centered,  emotional,  exhibitionistic 
youngsters  who  crave  and  hunger  for  the 
immediate  recognition  of  their  talents. 

Under  the  circumstances,  it  is  remark- 
able that  in  the  past  ten  years  only  two  or 
three  of  these  youngsters  have  irreparably 
muddled  their  lives.  Judy  Garland,  Deanna 
Durbin,  Shirley  Temple,  Mickey  Rooney, 
Lana  Turner,  Betty  Grable— all  these 
headline-makers  are  currently  living  in 
wealth  and  happiness,  which  goes  to  prove 
that  Hollywood  isn't  such  a  bad  place  after 
all,  not  even  for  les  enfants  terribles.  end 


PHOTO  CREDITS 

Below  you  will  find  credited  page  by 
page  the  photographs  which  appear  in 
this  issue: 

6 — top,  left:  Acme;  top  and  bottom,  right:  Beer- 
man,  Parry;  7,  8,  10,  12 — Beerman,  Parry;  16 — 
Baerman,  Parry;  36 — Scott;  42,  43 — Para- 
mount; 44  MGM;  46 — Bernard  of  Hollywood; 

47 —  toP.  right,  Globe;  middle  right,  Bernard  of 
Hollywood,  taken  at  Racquet  Club,  Palm 
Springs;  bot.,  left  and  right,  Beerman,  Parry 

48 —  right,  F.  P.  G.  Graybill;  left,  BlackweU;  49 
— top,  right,  Globe;  top  left,  bot.,  right  20th 
Century-Fox;   bot.,  left,   MGM;   50 — Beerman 

Parry;  51 — Scott;  52,  53— MGM;  54  Globe; 

55 — top,  bot.  left,  Globe;  bot.,  right,  Bernard 
Anderson;  56  to  59 — Beerman,  Parry;  60 — 
Globe;  61 — top,  Beerman,  Parry;  others,  Globe; 
62 — Bernard  of  Hollywood,  taken  at  El  Mira- 
dor;  63 — top,  middle,  Beerman,  Parry;  bot., 
Globe;  64,  65 — Beerman,  Parry;  75 — top,  right, 
Beerman,  Parry;  others,  Engstead;  page  76 — 
top,  left,  Beerman,  Parry,  top  middle,  Engstead; 
top  right,  Beerman,  Parry;  bot.,  left,  Virgil 
Apger,  MGM;  bot.,  right,  Engstead;  77 — 
Engstead;  78 — top,  Parry,  Beerman;  bot.,  Eng- 
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TV  TALK 

(Continued  from  page  14) 

Myron  accused  Milton  of  slighting  him  when 
Miltie  was  in  Miami  and  went  to  all  the  local 
night  clubs  except  the  one  featuring  Myron  .  .  . 
NBC  officials  are  sore  at  Paulette  Goddard,  for 
walking  out  of  a  TV  show  and  claiming  she 
had  the  flu.  Then  she  confided  to  columnist 
Earl  Wilson  that  she  wasn't  sick  at  all.  She 
just  didn't  like  the  script  given  her.  Joan 
Blondell,  who  substituted,  had  no  trouble  at 
all  with  the  same  script! 

rendering  unto  caesar:  For  the  past  few 
years,  Sid  Caesar  has  been  quietly  collecting 
his  $10,000  a  week  for  his  work  on  "Show  of 
Shows"  and  commuting  to  a  modest  middle- 
class  apartment  on  the  outskirts  of  New  York 
City.  But  with  his  recent  raise  (to  $14,000)  he 
and  Florence  have  decided  they  can  afford  to 
move — to  an  eight  room  suite  on  Park  Avenue. 
It's  a  cooperative  apartment  building,  and  Sid 
explains  that  the  $13,000  purchase  price  could 
easily  be  reclaimed  if  he  wanted  to  sell. 

He's  given  up  collecting  guns  since  killing 
his  first  deer  in  the  Catskills  and  turned  to 
golf  and  collecting  modern  paintings.  The 
whole  family  has  the  art  bug— Sid  browses 
through  the  57th  St.  galleries  whenever  he  has 
an  off  afternoon  and  Florence  and  five-year-old 
Shelley — short  for  Michelle — are  taking  a 
mother-daughter  course  in  water-colors  at  the 
Museum  of  Modern  Art. 

The  new  apartment  has  an  unlisted  phone, 
and  the  address  is  carefully  protected.  Sid  gets 
off  from  daily  rehearsals  in  time  for  a  typical 
businessman's  homecoming  at  6:30  every  eve- 
ning, practices  putting  in  the  living  room  (as 
does  Shelley  with  her  midget  clubs)  and  even 
Robert  (now  one,  and  a  hefty  34  pounds) 
swings  a  mallet. 

Two  years  of  psycho-analysis  has  made  Sid 
a  little  more  secure  and  calm,  but  he  still  isn't 
able  to  really  relax  and  enjoy  vacations.  A  few 
summers  ago  he  and  Florence  planned  an  easy- 
going eight  week  tour  through  Europe.  They 
sailed  on  the  SS  Liberte,  spent  three  days  in 
Paris  and  took  a  plane  back  home.  "We  missed 
the  kids,"  Sid  explains.  "There  was  no  one  to 
talk  to."  During  the  winter  Sid  and  his  brother 
Dave  tried  it  again  at  a  mountain  lodge  in  the 
Catskills.  Sid  lasted  a  week.  "I  went  crazy! 
Too  much  quiet,"  he  says.  "I  went  home,  lay 
in  bed  for  four  days  sleeping  and  got  up  only 
for  consomme  and  steak.  Greatest  vacation  1 
ever  had!" 

Imogene  Coca  and  her  husband,  Bob  Burton, 
are  close  friends  of  the  Caesars;  the  foursome 
went  to  Florida  together  last  March  for  the 
most  recent  attempt  at  a  Caesar  rest  cure. 

DENNIS  JAMES'  NARROW  ESCAPE:   I  went  up  to 

New  Rochelle  to  see  Dennis  James'  "dream 
house."  It's  a  10-room  $150,000  granite  house 
on  Echo  Bay,  and  Dennis  bought  it  for  his 
bride,  the  former  Margaret  E.  Crawford  of 
Newcastle,  Pa.  He  tells  me  how,  one  day,  as 
he  was  working  in  the  garage,  the  overhead 
door  collapsed  on  his  head  and  sent  him  reel- 
ing across  the  garage  and  into  the  kitchen 
entrance.  He  was  found  later  in  a  pool  of 
blood,  and  rushed  to  a  hospital,  where  16 
stitches  were  required  on  his  head.  Dennis 
has  since  installed  an  electronically-controlled 
garage  door  that  lifts  when  he  presses  a  but- 
ton in  the  car,  as  it  approaches  the  garage. 

jimmy  boyd  sees  the  statue :  Jimmy  Boyd, 


whose  recording  of  "I  Saw  Mommy  Kissing 
Santa  Claus"  brought  him  a  fortune,  went  to 
New  York  for  TV  work.  And  there  he  real- 
ized his  life's  ambition:  to  see  the  Statue  of 
Liberty.  When  he  got  to  the  Battery,  to  take 
the  boat  to  the  Statue,  he  wanted  to  swim  it.  He 
insisted  he  could  have  swum  it  easily!  But  he 
was  persuaded  to  go  the  normal  way. 

Jimmy  tells  me  he  is  already  accustomed  to 
being  interviewed  about  his  life.  "But  when 
I'm  with  kids  my  age,  I  want  to  play.  And 
when  they  want  to  talk  about  my  records, 
then  I  know  they're  not  real  pals." 

the  men:  Tom  Ewell,  a  big  hit  in  The  Seven- 
Year  Itch,  is  selling  his  farm  house  in  New 
Hope,  Pa.,  and  renting  a  New  York  apart- 
ment. Busy  with  his  new  TV  show,  he  relaxes 
by  playing  poker,  and  confesses,  "I  always 
lose.  Sometimes  when  a  poker  game  is  going 
and  I  don't  have  much  time,  I  just  push  my 
money  under  the  door  and  leave.  Save  time 
that  way."  .  .  .  Roger  Price,  recently  divorced 
from  actress   Anita  Martell,  has  rented  an 
apartment  in  New  York  and  is  finishing  his 
second  book,  a  satire  about  an  ape  that's  mis- 
taken for  a  human  .  .  .  Paul  Winchell  is  the 
latest  TV  personality  to  come  down  with  a 
stomach  ailment  that's  the  result  of  tension. 
Ed  Sullivan,  Red  Skelton,  and  Eddie  Cantor 
have  had  similar  troubles.  There's  no  doubt 
that  TV  is  a  killing  medium  .  .  .  The  hot  rod 
craze  is  sweeping  TV.  Robert  Montgomery, 
Herb  Shriner,  Dave  Garroway,  Ernie  Kovacs 
and  Herb  Sheldon  have  gone  in  for  foreign 
speed  and  odd-shaped  cars.  Not  only  that,  but 
Shriner  has  become  a  promoter  of  motor  car 
shows.   .    .   .  Jackie    Gleason   organized  an 
orchestra  and  went  into  La  Vie  En  Rose,  for  a 
much-publicized  two  weeks,  as  a  favor  to  an 
old  pal,  Monte  Proser.  Jackie,  who  can't  read 
music,  drew  union  scale  of  $225  a  week.  It  was 
fun  the  first  week,  with  all  the  other  comedians 
coming  around  for  laughs.  But,  during  the 
second  week,  the  kicks  were  gone  and  Jackie 
got  bored  with  the  whole  affair.  So  he  just 
walked  out. 

the  women:  Marguerite  Piazza,  whose  second 
husband  died  suddenly  Christmas  week,  seems 
to  have  recovered  her  good  spirits.  She's 
brought  back  her  sons,  Gregory,  4,  and  Graves, 
1,  from  New  Orleans,  where  they  were  staying 
with  Marguerite's  mother.  And  she  has  gone 
on  a  jewelry  binge.  She  has  switched  to  rather 
severe  dresses  so  she  can  wear  the  maximum 
number  of  heavy  bracelets,  huge  rings,  jewel- 
studded  leather  belts,  charm  chokers,  and 
cameo  brooches  .  .  .  Gale  Storm  was  hospital- 
ized with  flu  the  same  day  that  Hollywood 
was  flooded  with  heavy  rains.  Local  papers 
carried  a  story  headed,  "New  Storm  On  Way," 
with  a  picture  underneath  of  Gale  in  hos- 
pital. Friends  who  read  the  papers  hurriedly 
came  to  the  wrong  conclusion  and  started 
sending  her  congratulations  on  her  new 
"baby."  .  .  .  Joan  Davis  has  been  sending 
16  mm  films  of  her  TV  show  to  her  parents 
near  St.  Paul  because  their  TV  reception  is 
poor.  So  many  neighbors  dropped  in  to  see 
the  films,  however,  that  now  Papa  Davis 
runs  the  films  in  the  local  school  auditorium, 
for  all  to  see  .  .  .  Because  so  many  fans  be- 
lieve Marie  Wilson  is,  in  real  life,  what  she 
portrays  in  My  Friend  Irma—a  stenographer- 
CBS  has  had  to  hire  two  stenos  to  decipher 
fan  letters  written  in  shorthand.  Marie,  of 
course,  knows  nothing  about  steno.  .  .  .  Lucille 
Ball,^  busy  with  the  new  baby,  relaxes  by 
playing  the  Hammond  organ  that  Desi  gave 
her  when  their  son  was  born.  So  far,  she  has 
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II 


'our  rosie 


(Continued  from  page  42)  is  that  Clooney 
likes  people.  She  isn't  truly  happy  unless 
she  is  surrounded  by  at  least  three  other 
human  beings,  and  when  she  first  arrived 
on  the  Paramount  lot  she  asked  rather  shy- 
ly if  she  could  have  the  corner  dressing 
room.  This  particular  10'  by  30'  space  is 
assiduously  avoided  by  other  actresses,  as 
it  is  situated  at  the  junction  of  two  studio 
streets  that  must  be  passed  by  everyone 
who  enters  the  lot.  This  is  precisely  why 
Rosie  wanted  it  and  nowadays  if  it  contains 
Clooney  it  also  contains  a  round  dozen 
other  people.  They  pass  by  in  countless 
numbers  and  every  one  of  them  yells, 
"Hey,  Rosie!"  And  Clooney  always  bellows, 
"Come  on  in!" 

When  she  walks  down  a  studio  street 
the  windows  go  up  as  though  a  Manhattan 
parade  were  approaching.  Seamstresses, 
cutters,  carpenters,  messenger  girls — all  of 
them  have  to  call  a  greeting,  and  Rosie 
grins  wide  and  roars,  "Hi,  Dad!"  to  the 
men  and,  "Hi,  Mother!"  to  the  women.  The 
expressions  are  typical  of  Clooney  who  is 
amusing  when  she  talks.  Her  conversa- 
tion is  sprinkled  with  such  ticklers  as,  "I 
was  out  of  my  skull",  referring  to  a  head- 
ache, and,  speaking  of  a  dramatic  role  she 
had  done  on  a  radio  show,  "I  was  pretty 
awful.  You  may  consider  that  I  am  no 
longer  the  Mary  Pickford  of  song." 

Rosie  likes  to  kid  herself,  and  it  is  the 
firm  opinion  of  those  who  know  her 
that  she  will  be  the  absolute  last  to  lose 
her  head  over  the  success  that  is  pouring 
in  upon  her  so  fast.  Two  years  ago  she 
was  practically  an  unknown,  recording 
songs  for  Columbia  that  consistently 
missed  being  hits.  Then  came  the  famous 
"Come  On-A  My  House"  and  the  Clooney 
craze  began.  Despite  the  raucous  jiggle 
of  "Come  On-A  My  House"  it  was  sud- 
denly discovered  by  her  new  fans  that 
Rosemary  could  spin  a  ballad  with  such 
heart  that  listeners  were  mesmerized  into 
utter  adoration.  Disc  jockeys  began  talk- 
ing about  her  in  their  sleep,  theater  man- 
agers clamored  for  her  presence  on  their 
stages,  and  the  kids  who  were  lucky 
enough  to  be  given  her  records  for  chil- 
dren included  her  in  their  prayers.  More 
than  a  year  ago  the  manager  of  a  large 
record  shop  said,  "There's  an  awful  lot  of 
popular  junk  we  have  to  stock  all  the 
time.  People  buy  it — I  don't  know  why — 
but  even  though  I've  studied  music  seri- 
ously for  years,  after  listening  to  this 
stuff  all  day  long  I'm  happy  to  slip  in  a 
Clooney  record.  That  girl  is  a  real 
artist,  and  remember  when  I  say  that  I'm 
pretty  jaded  where  singers  are  concerned. 
For  my  money,  she's  the  only  one  worthy 
to  record  a  song.  And  she  can  sing  any- 
thing." Then  Rosie  hit  Hollywood,  via 
Paramount  Studios,  and  when  her  first 
picture  The  Stars  Are  Singing  was  pre- 
viewed, audiences  knew  a  star  had  been 
born. 

There  has  been  an  overpowering  storm 
of  adulation,  yet  Rosie  remains  untouched 
by  it.  She  has  not  even  bothered  to  keep 
a  set  of  her  own  records  for  herself.  She 
takes  the  success,  particularly  the  Holly- 
wood part  of  it,  with  a  great  deal  of  sense, 
for  she  knows  that  a  movie  career  is  a  lot 
more  consistent  than  that  of  a  recording 
artist  who  is  only  as  good  as  his  or  her 
last  release. 

She  also  accepts  Hollywood  much  in 
the  spirit  of  a  wide-eyed  kid,  and  with 
two  pictures  behind  her  and  two  planned 
for  the  future  (Red  Garters  and  White 
Christmas,  the  latter  with  Crosby),  still 
goggles  at  other  celebrities.  The  first  time 
full  movie  make-up  was  applied  to  her 
n  face  she  was  as  delighted  as  a  kitten  with 


a  ball  of  string,  refusing  to  wash  her  face 
until  the  last  minute  before  she  climbed 
into  bed  that  night.  "I  only  wished  I 
could  have  had  eight  recording  dates  that 
day."  The  first  time  she  met  Bing  Crosby, 
who  is  the  idol  of  other  singers  as  well  as 
run-of-the-mill  citizens,  she  stood  speech- 
less and  unable  to  move.  Bing  made>  a 
stab  at  conversation.  "I  understand  we're 
going  to  do  a  show  together  soon."  Rosie 
nodded  dumbly  and  Bing  tried  again. 
"What's  the  date  of  that  show,  anyway?" 

By  now  Rosie's  eyes  were  glazed  over. 
"Oh,  sometime  in  the  20's,"  she  said. 

Later  she  explained  to  him  that  she  was 
not  a  complete  idiot,  that  she  had  only 
been  stunned,  for  later  Rosie  was  to  learn 
that  nothing  embarrasses  Bing  quite  so 
much  as  people  who  refuse  to  relax  in  his 
presence.  It  was  after  she  had  learned 
to  talk  with  him  easily  that  Bing  dealt 
Rosie  her  favorite  compliment.  "I  think 
you're  the  best  singer  in  the  business,"  he 
said. 

It  has  remained  her  favorite  because  it 
can't  be  topped,  for  according  to  Rosie's 
lights,  singing  a  song  well  is  the  best 
thing  that  can  happen  to  her.  She  does 
it  constantly  in  a  busy  schedule  of  per- 
petual personal  appearances,  guest  spots  on 
radio  and  television  shows,  recording  the 
tunesmiths'  products,  and  making  movies. 
She  is  busier  than  the  old  woman  who 
lived  in  a  shoe,  yet  always  takes  time  to 
talk  to  people. 

Last  February  she  left  for  New  York 
after  finishing  Here  Come  The  Girls  with 
Bob  Hope,  then  returned  to  Hollywood 
for  a  week  of  engagements  which  included 
a  premiere  in  her  honor,  four  radio  pro- 
grams, assorted  TV  shows,  interviews,  pos- 
ing for  art  and  taping  two  radio  shows 
with  Bing.  There  was  plenty  to  think 
about  on  the  plane  winging  its  way  toward 
Hollywood,  but  as  we've  already  stated, 
Rosie  likes  people.  She  sat  down  next  to  a 
young  girl  and  immediately  started  a  con- 
versation. "What's  your  name?"  Rosie 
wanted  to  know. 

"Rosemary,"  said  the  girl. 
"Honest?"  said  Clooney.  "So's  mine!" 
The  girl  smiled  and  said,  "I  know."  It 
came  out  that  she  was  flying  to  California 
to  be  married  to  a  trumpet  player  in  Hilde- 
garde's  band.  It  was  her  first  plane  ride 
and  her  first  trip  to  the  west  coast. 

Clooney  bounced  happily  in  her  seat. 
"Tell  you  what — why  don't  you  and  your 
Jerry  have  lunch  with  me  the  day  I'll 
be  spending  at  Paramount?  I  think  it's 
Tuesday." 

That  was  to  be  the  couple's  wedding 
day,  but  they  weren't  going  to  miss 
Clooney.  They  took  their  blood  tests  at 
11  o'clock  in  the  morning  and  were  told 
to  come  back  for  their  marriage  license 
after  a  two-hour  period.  So  they  hot- 
footed it  to  Paramount  where  they  had 
lunch  with  Rosemary,  and  then  slipped 
into  the  retinue  of  people  who  follow  her 
around  the  lot.  At  four  that  afternoon 
they  were  still  in  the  gallery  and  watching 
Clooney  pose  for  a  barrage  of  cameras.  In 
a  free  moment  she  galloped  over  to 
where  they  sat,  seemingly  more  enchanted 
with  her  than  with  each  other.  "Hey,  to- 
day's almost  lost!  When  are  you  kids  go- 
ing to  get  married?" 

The  other  Rosemary  beamed.  "I've 
waited  three  years — what's  one  more  day? 
We'll  get  married  tomorrow." 

The  compliment  might  well  have  sailed 
unnoticed  over  the  head  of  another  movie 
star,  but  not  Rosie.  She  put  her  arms 
around  the  reluctant  bride  and  said, 
"That's  the  nicest  thing  anybody  ever  said 
to  me."  And  Clooney  meant  it,  every  word. 

If  Rosie  is  warmhearted  toward  stran- 
gers she  is  naturally  more  so  with  her  own 
family.  The  telephone  wires  hum  between 
Rosie's  current  location  and  the  dress  shop 


WE  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

Two  days  after 
Tony  Curtis  and 
Janet  Leigh  were 
married,  we  were 
looking  out  of  the 
window  of  a  dress 
shop  close  to  the 
famous  "Club  21" 
in  New  York.  A 
young  couple 
passing  down  the 
street  stopped  to 
kiss. 

We  realized  it  was  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Tony  Curtis  and  when  they  finished 
kissing  they  looked  up  and  saw  us 
watching  them.  Tony  whispered  some- 
thing in  Janet's  ear,  they  both  smiled, 
and  waved  at  us  before  walking  on. 

Jean  Rothstein  and  Elaine  ZurifJ 

Bronx,  New  York 


managed  by  her  mother  in  Wilmington, 
Delaware,  her  younger  sister  Betty  who 
records  for  the  Coral  label,  and  her  still 
younger  (19)  brother  Nicky  who  is  a  disc 
jockey  on  a  Wilmington  radio  station.  Re- 
cently Nicky  went  to  New  York  to  spend 
a  week-end  with  his  now  famous  sister, 
and  in  the  process  of  conversation  showed 
her  a  clipping  about  himself.  It  stated 
that  Nicholas  Clooney,  disc  jockey,  aspired 
to  writing  the  whole  book,  music  and 
lyrics  of  a  musical  comedy.  Rosie  whooped 
at  her  kid  brother.    "The  lies  you  tell!" 

"I'm  serious,"  he  said.  "Here,"  and  he 
took  from  his  pocket  the  music  and  lyrics 
of  a  song  he  had  written,  among  others,  for 
his  planned  show.  At  this  point  Rosie  can 
pick  her  own  songs  for  recording,  and 
she  considered  that  she  would  drop  an  atom 
bomb  into  Nicky's  lap. 

"This  is  nice,"  she  said.  "You  know — I 
just  might  record  it." 

And  Nicky  threw  a  hydrogen  bomb  back 
at  her.  "Uh-uh,"  he  said.  "It  would  break 
up  the  score." 

The  Clooney  family  is  Irish,  pure  green 
on  both  sides,  and  there  ensued  an  argu- 
ment that  any  Englishman  would  have 
steered  clear  of.  The  Clooney  kids  never 
argued  about  anything  except  music,  and 
when  that  happened  they  made  up  in  qual- 
ity for  what  they  lacked  in  quantity.  Each 
one  of  the  three  was  blessed  with  a  good 
voice,  a  fact  which  is  slightly  mysterious 
as  none  of  their  forebears  could  trill  any- 
thing more  complicated  than  "My  Country 
'Tis  of  Thee."  Pop  Clooney  did  all  right 
according  to  Rosemary,  but,  "Mom  is  a 
stylist — she  sings  out  of  tune:"  Back  in 
Maysville,  Kentucky,  when  the  kids  were 
little,  they'd  latch  on  to  a  new  tune  and 
learn  to  sing  it  and  from  then  on  it  was 
considered  solely  his  or  her  property.  If 
either  of  the  other  two  sprouts  dared  to 
sing  it,  he  or  she  was  promptly  clobbered 
by  the  proprietor. 

At  any  rate,  Rosie  won  this  particular 
tangle,  and  her  latest  record  release  is  "It 
Happened  To  Happen  To  Me" — composer, 
Nicholas  Clooney. 

Music — popular  music — just  comes  nat- 
urally to  Rosie.  She  is  frank  to  admit 
that  she  knows  little  about  classical  music. 
"I've  just  never  been  exposed  to  it,"  she 
says  in  understatement.  From  the  begin- 
ning her  life  was  filled  with  ballads  and 
blues,  and  there  wasn't  a  symphonic  re- 
cording in  the  house.  From  the  time  she 
began  to  sing  in  public  there  has  been  no 
time  to  do  anything  except  sing  some 
more.  Mitch  Miller,  top  tune  picker  at 
Columbia,  has  given  her  a  fine  library 
of  classical  recordings,  and  when  Rosie  has 
had  a  half  hour  in  between  engagements 
or  planes  she  has  spent  the  period  lis- 


tening  to  Brahms  or  Sibelius.  "You  know," 
she  says,  wide-eyed  with  the  pleasure  of 
discovery,  "it's  beautiful.  I  hope  I  have 
time  to  learn  more  about  it." 

Rosie's  honesty  is  no  small  part  of  her 
charm.  "People  are  always  asking  me 
whether  I  prefer  golf  or  tennis.  I  can't 
do  any  of  those  ladylike  things.  I  can't 
even  swim — not  a  stroke.  But  ask  me 
about  baseball  or  football.  I  was  a  whiz  at 
those.  Back  home  I  played  shortstop  on 
the  local  nine."  She  flatly  declares  she's 
tired  of  seeing  The  Stars  Are  Singing 
(seven  times  for  various  business  func- 
tions) ,  and  says  she  hated  school.  "I  dodged 
math  all  the  way  through  high  school  and 
finally  had  to  put  up  with  it  in  my  senior 
year."  She  speaks  candidly  about  her 
attempts  to  charm  the  3,600  disc  jockeys  in 
America.  "I  phone  and  write  about  150 
of  them,  I  guess.  The  poor  guys  get  64 
new  releases  in  a  week,  and  you  can't  ex- 
pect them  to  play  yours  unless  there's  a 
personal  touch  somewhere." 

Her  appetite  has  already  been  chron- 
icled by  dozens  of  writers  who  are  happy 
at  last  to  find  a  girl  who's  willing  to  admit 
that  she  loves  food  and  lots  of  it  .  .  . 
and  who  states  she  has  to  be  careful  about 
weight.  Most  movie  stars  exist  on  half- 
hearted salads  and  black  coffee,  and  would 
sooner  lose  an  eyelash  than  confess  they 
gain  weight  at  the  drop  of  an  hors 
d'oeuvre.  Not  Rosie.  She  pats  her  im- 
aginary paunch  woefully  and  says,  "I've 
got  a  singer's  diaphragm,  and  if  I'm  not 
careful,  that's  where  the  spaghetti  goes." 
She  has  a  penchant  for  Italian  food,  created 
in  the  days  when  she  sang  with  Tony 
Pastor's  orchestra.  Most  of  the  boys  in 
the  band  were  of  Italian  parentage,  and 
whenever  they  hit  a  home  town  the  resi- 
dent musician  would  invite  Rosie  over  for 
Mom's  lasagna  or  fettucinni.  Rosie  hasn't 
been  able  to  resist  Italian  dishes  since, 


and  tells  gleefully  of  the  time  she  was 
foiled. 

"You  know  how,  when  photographers 
take  pictures  of  you  with  food,  they  just 
half  cook  it  so  that  it  looks  fresh?  Once 
during  my  ignorant  days  they  put  a  bowl 
of  lasagna  in  front  of  me  and  I  couldn't 
wait  until  the  picture  was  finished  so  that 
I  could  dig  in.  Well,  I  dug  in.  And,  Mother, 
they  had  to  pry  my  mouth  open." 

T?  osemary  even  acknowledges  the  fact  that 
she  smiles  at  a  lot  of  people  at  times 
when  she  couldn't  feel  less  like  smiling. 
"When  you're  on  the  way  up  they  make 
excuses  for  you,  but  when  you've  arrived 
you're  expected  to  be  Miss  Enchantment 
of  1953.    It's  hard  sometimes — very  hard." 

She  was  amazed  at  the  shrewdness  of  her 
grandmother  on  this  score  when  she  talked 
with  her  recently  back  in  Maysville. 
Grandmother  Guilfoyle  has  never  been 
closer  to  show  business  than  the  local 
movie  house,  yet  she  put  her  finger  on  the 
burden  that  is  hardest  to  bear. 

"You're  working  too  hard,  Rosie,"  she 
said. 

"Poof,"  said  Clooney.  "I  like  it  this 
way.    You  know  that." 

"Rosie  .  .  .  how  many  people  have  you 
been  nice  to  today  when  you  were  too 
tired  to  be  nice?" 

Perhaps  she  gathered  the  idea  from  the 
reception  given  Rosie  by  Maysville  when 
The  Stars  Are  Singing  was  premiered 
there.  The  town's  normal  population  of 
6,600  was  swelled  to  20,000,  and  the  streets 
(one  of  them  named  Rosemary  Clooney 
Street)  were  festooned  with  flags  and 
banners.  There  was  a  parade,  and  there 
were  speeches  and  it  was  one  of  the  big- 
gest days  in  Maysville's  history.  Rosie  was 
the  heroine  and  wherever  she  went  there 
was  a  crush  of  people,  all  of  them  shout- 
ing hello  and  trying  to  grab  her  hand.  For 


Rosie  it  was  the  thrill  of  her  life,  and 
her  smiles  that  day  came  from  a  grateful 
heart. 

Maysville  was  the  only  home  she  has 
ever  known.  Since  childhood  it  has  been 
a  series  of  one  night  stands,  graduating 
to  weekly  engagements,  and  by  now  she 
is  harder  to  pin  down  than  an  ounce  of 
mercury.  "Home"  to  Rosie  is  either  her 
apartment  in  New  York,  which  she  used  to 
share  with  best  friend  Jackie  Sherman,  or 
the  Beverly  Hills  home  she  has  rented.  Un- 
fortunately, the  friendship  between  Jackie 
and  Rosemary  has  cooled  considerably,  be- 
cause Jackie  could  never  get  along  with 
Rosie's  favorite  beau,  Jose  Ferrer. 

Between  the  two  homes  are  3,000  miles, 
and  she  covers  them  continually.  When  she 
makes  it  to  Beverly  Hills  she  is  greeted  ef- 
fusively by  her  cocker  spaniel  Sam,  who 
for  no  particular  reason  is  a  man  hater. 
Sam  will  make  up  to  anything  in  skirts,  but 
disdainfully  ignores  any  male  who  enters 
the  house,  a  mental  habit  that  will  have  to 
change  with  a  girl  as  adorable  as  Rosie. 

She  seems  to  have  captured  the  country, 
from  the  farmer's  daughter  to  the  tycoon's 
son  and  including  the  editors  of  Time  Mag- 
azine. The  cover  portraits  painted  for  the 
magazine  of  statesmen,  royalty  and  scien- 
tists inevitably  stay  with  the  artists,  who 
prize  them  for  their  own  showings  each 
year.  To  our  knowledge  this  has  been  the 
fate  of  every  painting  except  that  of  Rose- 
mary Clooney,  for  which  she  sat  from 
9:30  one  night  until  2  o'clock  in  the  morn- 
ing, the  only  time  she  could  wiggle  out  of 
her  schedule.  That  one  was  bought  by 
Time  Magazine,  who  paid  painter  Boris 
Chaliapin  the  sum  of  $2,000  for  it,  and  then 
proudly  presented  it  to  Clooney. 

If  love  and  affection,  professional  re- 
spect and  admiration  are  music  to  our 
Rosie's  ears,  it  looks  very  much  as  if  she 
shall  have  music  wherever  she  goes.  END 


QO  FRESH  | 


DOES   A   THOROUGH  JOB 


2^  SO  PLEASANTLY 


95 


don't  blame  farley 


(Continued  from  page  50)  man.  What  the 
press  knew  all  along  now  became  painfully 
apparent — that,  whether  by  accident  or 
deliberate  intent,  Shelley  and  Farley  had 
parlayed  a  fast  friendship  into  a  romance 
that  really  was  a  mirage. 

All  of  this  was  fine  for  Shelley,  but 
mighty  embarrassing  for  Farley.  Stuck 
with  all  the  promises  of  undying  devotion 
between  them,  some  of  which  were  thrust 
into  his  mouth  by  irresponsible  columnists, 
Mr.  Granger  made  a  few  terse  statements 
congratulating  Shelley.  Then  he  withdrew 
into  silence.  He  was  not  heartbroken  by 
any  means,  although  a  great  portion  of 
the  public  looked  upon  him  as  a  defeated 
warrior  being  carried  off  the  field  of  ro- 
mance on  his  own  battered  shield. 

Many  months  passed.  Apparently  Farley 
had  come  to  the  realization  that  he  must 
use  considerably  more  restraint.  At  least, 
he  carefully  avoided  public  appearances 
with  numerous  little  starlets  who  had  in 
mind  becoming  Farley's  next  "big  moment" 
for  the  sake  of  hitting  the  headlines.  One 
flashy  little  number  told  this  reporter:  "If 
I  can  get  this  guy  to  date  me  a  few  times 
I  may  wind  up  with  a  nice  studio  contract. 
All  I  have  to  do  is  tell  my  boy  friend  to 
get  lost.  I'll  date  Farley  for  dinner  and 
meet  my  guy  later."  Unfortunately  for  her 
grandiose  plans,  and  fortunately  for  Far- 
ley, her  plot  didn't  work. 

Still  more  time  swept  across  the  calen- 
dar. Then,  as  in  a  well -written  play,  the 
curtain  came  up  again.  On  stage  came  the 
lissome  figure  of  Dawn  Addams,  pert, 
blonde  and  looking  a  lot  like  Janet  Leigh. 
The  first  time  Farley  Granger  appeared 
with  her  in  public  no  one  paid  any  atten- 
tion. Then,  after  the  third  date,  photog- 
raphers began  to  take  notice.  "This,"  they 
told  their  editors,  "looks  like  a  romance." 

Wires  flashed  across  the  country.  Maga- 
zines went  to  press  with  an  odd  assort- 
ment of  stories.  Dawn  Addams  was  the  girl 
who  would  cure  Farley's  broken  heart. 
Dawn  Addams  was  going  to  give  Farley 
the  publicity  romance  a  romantic  movie 
star  needs.  Dawn  Addams  was  a  clever 
little  girl  who  was  going  to  do  a  lot  for 
Dawn  Addams. 

It  so  happens  that  none  of  the  stories 
were  true.  Like  Shelley  Winters,  Dawn 
might  shout,  "I  don't  need  Farley  Granger 
for  publicity!"  Unlike  Shelley,  she  might 
add,  being  a  highly  intelligent  girl,  "If  I 
wanted  publicity  Farley  would  be  about 
the  last  man  I'd  date  to  get  it."  No  offense  to 
Mr.  Granger,  a  wise  girl  would  know  that 
the  public  probably  will  never  again  really 
believe  a  romance  in  his  name  unless  he 
should  suddenly  elope  and  show  up  the 
next  day  in  Hollywood  with  a  bride. 

Frankly,  the  situation  is  one  that  can  re- 
flect considerable  undeserved  talk  about 
Dawn  Addams.  True,  she  is  fond  of  Farley. 
She  openly  admits  it.  What  is  more  to  the 
point  is  that  Dawn  Addams  is  a  good  friend 
of  Shelley's.  They  are  so  close  that  Shelley, 
after  she  married  Vittorio,  suggested  to 
Dawn  that  she  start  seeing  a  little  of  Far- 
ley, who  was  getting  very  lonesome. 

Shelley  and  Dawn  are  such  good  friends 
that  just  before  Mrs.  Gassman's  baby  was 
born,  Dawn  borrowed  some  of  Shell's  lug- 
gage for  a  trip  to  New  York.  They  first  be- 
came friends  during  the  now- lamented 
jaunt  Shelley  and  Farley  took  to  Europe. 
Dawn,  an  English  actress,  was  engaged  at 
the  time,  and  was  working  in  a  picture 
called  The  Hour  Of  13,  with  Pete  Lawford. 
She  liked  Farley  very  much,  but  not  ro- 
mantically. And  that's  the  situation  as  it 
stands  right  now. 

"To  be  truthful,"  she  says,  "I  don't  know 
96  or  care  what  anyone  else  thinks  of  Mr. 


Granger.  I  like  him  because  I  believe  he  is 
a  sincere  boy.  You  know,  I  frequently  have 
people  come  to  my  home  for  an  evening. 
Frequently  they'll  say,  'What  are  we  going 
to  do?'  If  I  say,  'Oh,  nothing  much — maybe 
we'll  just  sit  around  and  talk,'  they  seem 
disappointed.  I  don't  know  why  Hollywood 
is  a  place  in  which  everyone  has  to  be 
'doing'  something  every  minute,  but  that's 
the  way  it  is. 

"Farley  is  different  from  most  young 
men.  He  enjoys  a  group  of  people  who  may 
sit  around  until  six  a.m.,  just  talking  about 
anything  that  may  come  to  their  minds — 
poliics,  religion,  acting,  sex.  His  company 
is  always  stimulating." 

On  the  other  hand,  Farley  has  this  to  say 
about  Dawn:  "I  love  to  take  her  to  parties 
because  she's  resourceful  and  self-suffi- 
cient. I  don't  have  to  dance  constant  at- 
tendance upon  her  because  she  enjoys 
others  at  affairs  as  well  as  she  enjoys  the 
group  she's  with." 

All  the  elements  of  romance  seem  to  be 
present;  yet  anything  you  may  read  in  col- 
umns or  magazines  about  blossoming  love 
between  the  two  is  strictly  for  the  birds. 


Joe  E.  Lewis  was  asked  what  the 
"E"  in  his  name  stands  for  .  .  . 
"I  took  it,"  he  gagged,  "from 
Lizbeth  Scott." 

Walter   Winchcll  in 
The  N.Y.   Daily  Mirror 


Sure,  they  date  two  or  three  times  a 
week  and  their  activities  are  a  little  rem- 
iniscent of  the  old  days  between  Shelley 
and  Farley.  For  instance,  one  night  Far- 
ley arrived  to  call  for  Dawn,  impeccably 
attired  in  black  tie  and  tux.  Dawn  came 
racing  downstairs  in  blue  jeans,  all  set  for 
the  Venice  Pier  Amusement  Park. 

"We  made  every  shooting  gallery  and 
rode  on  every  dizzy  contraption  in  the 
joint,"  Farley  says.  "Dawn  in  dungarees 
and  I  in  full  dress.  Believe  me,  I  never  had 
such  a  terrific  time  before  in  my  life." 

Right  here  it  would  be  very  easy  to  twist 
the  facts.  If  he  never  had  a  more  terrific 
time,  that  could  mean  that  he  has  more  fun 
with  Dawn  than  he  ever  had  with  Shelley. 
And  if  he  had  it  bad  for  Shelley  in  the  ro- 
mance department,  he  could  be  about 
ready  to  get  down  on  his  knees  to  Dawn. 

'"P  hat's  not  going  to  happen  for  a  couple 
of  big  reasons.  In  the  first  place,  Dawn 
is  not  naive,  nor  is  she  an  opportunist. 
True,  she  has  had  enough  difficulty  gaining 
recognition  in  Hollywood  to  make  a  pub- 
licity romance  with  a  star  of  Farley's  pro- 
portions an  attractive  temptation.  But  this 
is  one  mistake  she  is  not  going  to  make, 
unless  over-zealous  editors  make  it  for  her. 

When  she  first  came  to  Hollywood,  and 
signed  a  seven  year  contract  with  Metro, 
she  thought  she  was  on  her  way.  "Do  you 
know  what  a  seven  year  contract  can 
mean?"  she  asks.  "Almost  nothing.  When 
the  first  option  comes  up  in  six  months  you 
may  be  'dead.'  At  first,  I  was  all  excited. 
I  played  a  couple  of  small  parts;  then  I 
discovered  that  almost  everything  that  was 
ideal  for  me  was  also  ideal  for  Janet  Leigh. 
We  don't  really  look  alike,  but  we're  the 
same  type.  I  haunted  the  casting  depart- 
ment. A  wonderful  part  came  along  in 
Ivanhoe.  People  stopped  me  on  the  studio 
streets  to  congratulate  me  on  my  test. 
Someone  else  (Joan  Fontaine)  got  the  part. 
Another  fine  opportunity  went  to  Diana 
Lynn.  I'm  not  blaming  the  studio.  The 
things  I  could  do  were  turned  over  to 
people  with  'names.' 

"Then  I  went  on  a  personal  appearance 
tour.  When  I  came  home,  I  was  called  into 
the  office  of  Mr.  Big  and  congratulated  on 
doing  a  fine  job.  A  few  days  later  came  the 
news  that  I  was  being  dropped.  It  was 
tough  to  take  at  the  time." 


Shelley  Winters  helped  to  bolster  Dawn's 
spirits.  She  could  have  told  her:  "Look,  I 
have  a  swell  idea.  Since  they  want  people 
with  a  name,  why  don't  you  get  yourself 
one  by  having  a  hot  romance  with  Farley 
Granger?"  She  didn't.  But  she  did  help 
Dawn  meet  people  who  could  help  her. 
One  of  these  was  the  publicist,  Russell 
Birdwell.  They  had  a  long  talk.  Dawn  told 
him  many  things,  including  the  fact  that 
when  she  first  went  to  Metro,  she  felt  that 
she  wanted  to  develop  strictly  on  the  basis 
of  her  talent  alone.  For  instance,  when  the 
studio  press  agents  asked  her  to  give  them 
a  bathing  suit  sitting,  she  demurred.  "I 
don't  want  leg  art,"  she  told  them. 

For  Mr.  Birdwell  and  the  outstanding 
photographer,  Johnny  Engstead,  she 
climbed  into  a  bathing  suit.  The  results 
were  gratifying.  She  did  other  things  that 
previously  had  been  on  the  order  of  "re- 
volting." People  began  to  pay  attention. 
Not  only  did  this  girl  have  talent.  She  was 
real  gone  in  the  sex  appeal  department. 
This,  plus  a  good  job  of  pounding  by  her 
agent,  Charles  Feldman,  produced  results. 
Author  F.  Hugh  Herbert,  in  writing  the 
stage  play,  The  Moon  Is  Blue,  had  included 
a  character  named  Cynthia,  who  was  talked 
about  by  the  whole  cast,  but  who  never 
appeared  in  the  flesh.  When  he  did  the 
movie  version,  he  wanted  to  bring  Cynthia 
to  life.  He  and  Director  Otto  Preminger 
conducted  a  long  search  for  just  the  right 
girl  to  play  the  pixy-ish,  wanton  Cynthia. 
One  good  look  at  Dawn  Addams  convinced 
them,  with  the  result  that  the  public  will 
get  its  first  real  look  at  this  promising 
actress  when  she  hits  the  screen,  playing 
the  lusty  temptress. 

Then,  free  of  a  forbidding  contract,  Dawn 
was  signed  to  play  the  role  of  the  bank 
president's  daughter  on  the  new  Alan 
Young  Sunday  CBS  television  show.  But, 
the  most  important  thing  that  has  happened 
to  Dawn  Addams — considerably  more  im- 
portant than  being  Farley  Granger's  girl- 
is  her  assignment  to  play  a  small  but  po- 
tent part  in  The  Robe. 

All  these  things  have  come  about  with- 
out the  knowledge  of  those  who  may 
start  accusing  her  of  "doing  a  Shelley 
Winters"  with  Farley  Granger.  As  anyone 
can  plainly  see,  the  trend  of  events  can 
do  a  grave  injustice  to  this  23-year-old 
girl  who  very  apparently  has  every  oppor- 
tunity to  reach  the  popularity  proportions 
of  a  Piper  Laurie  or  a  Janet  Leigh  in  an- 
other year's  time. 

But  don't  blame  the  "romance"  on  Dawn 
Addams  for  just  one  more  important  rea- 
son. She  happens  to  be  in  love.  Not  with 
Farley  Granger,  but  with  the  terrific  French 
actor,  Claude  Dauphin,  whom  you  may  have 
seen  in  April  In  Paris,  with  Doris  Day, 
and  certainly  should  see  with  Bing  Crosby 
in  Little  Boy  Lost.  Claude  is  in  Paris  now. 
When  he  returns,  this  romance  might  sud- 
denly end  in  marriage. 

It  might  end  another  way,  too,  unless  Mr. 
Dauphin  is  wise  enough  to  discount  the 
things  he  may  be  reading  in  the  papers 
these  days  about  Dawn  and  Farley. 

Perhaps  Farley  Granger  is  aware  of  all 
this.  Perhaps  he  isn't.  One  thing,  however, 
is  certain.  If  he  wants  to  keep  the  friend- 
ship of  Miss  Addams  as  she  most  certainly 
wants  to  keep  his,  he'll  have  to  take  a  leaf 
from  his  past  experiences  with  Shelley 
Winters  and  make  it  very  plain  to  every- 
one that  this  is  only  companionship. 

The  Shelley  Winters -Farley  Granger  ro- 
mance is  now  a  legend,  almost  as  ancient 
as  the  brief  Greta  Garbo-John  Gilbert 
affiliation  of  a  generation  ago.  May  both 
rest  in  peace.  And  may  the  Dawn  Addams- 
Farley  Granger  friendship  remain  exactly 
that  as  proof  to  the  rest  of  young  Holly- 
wood that  honesty  is  the  best  policy. 

(Farley  Granger  can  be  seen  in  MGM  s 
Story  Of  Three  Loves.)  END 


sex  is  not  enough 


(Continued  from  page  49)  Some  signed 
autograph  books  and  others  hurried  inside 
self-consciously.  It  was  a  gala  night,  for 
it  was  the  world  premiere  of  20th  Cen- 
tury-Fox's Call  Me  Madam. 

The  picture  was  scheduled  to  go  on  in 
a  few  minutes  and  the  electricians  were 
just  about  to  cut  off  the  lights  when  a 
long  studio  limousine  pulled  up  and  Mari- 
lyn Monroe,  alone,  as  usual,  got  out  and 
stood  uncertainly  on  the  curb.  She  was 
dressed  in  a  white  gown,  cut  just  a  little 
below  the  accepted  level,  and  as  tight 
as  the  skin  on  a  sausage.  She  carried 
a  white  fox  stole  casually,  none  of  it 
covering  her  bare  shoulders  and  back; 
and  with  her  blonde  hair  glittering,  her 
eyes  doe'd  to  the  fashion  and  her  parted 
lips  luscious-red,  she  was  a  sight  to  be- 
hold. 

Well,  the  fans  went  wild,  not  just  mildly 
or  politely  wild  but  crazy  wild,  boys  and 
girls  alike.  And  rightfully  so,  for  we  were 
there  and  must  admit  that  Marilyn  made 
the  girls  who  had  preceded  her  look  like 
hens  next  to  a  peacock.  As  she  posed 
for  pictures,  her  chest  high  and  heaving, 
one  knee  pushed  provocatively  forward 
and  her  lips  quivering  gently,  she  was 
just  about  as  sexy  a  picture  as  even  Holly- 
wood has  ever  seen — and  the  fans  threat- 
ened to  riot  in  their  tumultuous  apprecia- 
tion of  the  moment  and  the  girl. 

An  executive  from  another  studio  stood 
just  inside  the  lobby  chewing  an  unlit 
cigar  and  glowering.  He  turned  to  an  aide. 

"Son,"  he  said,  "why  can't  we  find  some- 
body like  that.  Sex  is  what  they  want  in 
the  movies  now-a-days.   Sex  with  a  big 

s. 

"Yes,  sir,"  the  aide  said,  "sex." 

Tn  the  calm  light  of  the  next  day,  how- 
A  ever,  an  executive  at  20th  Century-Fox 
had  an  entirely  different  point  of  view. 
He  had  on  his  desk  figures  on  the  busi- 
ness being  done  by  Niagara,  and  he  was 
almost  weeping. 

"I  can't  understand  it,"  he  moaned. 
"We're  top-billing  Monroe.  I  was  afraid 
they'd  close  down  the  picture  in  some 
places  because  we  played  her  so  sexy — 
but  the  picture's  flopping.  How  do  you 
figure  it  out?" 

His  immediate  superior  sat  with  his 
feet  propped  up  on  the  desk.  "There's 
only  one  way  to  figure  it,"  he  said.  "Sex 
is  not  enough." 

And  it  isn't.  It  might  sell  pictures  to 
newspapers  and  magazines.  It  might  make 
a  star  better  known  than  Eisenhower.  It 
might  drive  fans  mad  at  public  gatherings. 
But  sex  alone  has  never,  in  the  history 
of  Hollywood,  been  enough  of  an  attrac- 
tion on  its  own  to  fill  movie  theaters  or 
keep  a  star's  name  in  lights. 

There  is  at  the  moment  a  fresh  crop 
of  sex  queens  being  readied  in  Hollywood, 
presumably  to  steal  some  of  Monroe's 
thunder,  and  all  are  expected  by  their 
studios  to  make  the  companies  rich.  But 
they  won't.  Not,  that  is,  unless  they  have 
something  more  on  the  ball  than  the 
ability  to  create  desire — and  are  handled 
as  actresses  rather  than  attractions. 

The  most  promising  new  sex  queen, 
most  Hollywoodites  admit,  is  Elaine  Stew- 
art of  MGM,  whom  you  may  have  seen 
as  the  ambitious  bit  player  in  The  Bad 
And  The  Beautiful.  Elaine  is,  photograph- 
ically, everything  that  could  be  desired  in 
a  screen  beauty.  She  is  a  tall,  willowy 
five  feet-six  inches.  She  has  copper- 
auburn  hair  that  falls  to  her  shoulders 
seductively,  and  velvet-brown  eyes.  She 
weighs  118  pounds,  and  it  is  allotted 
elaborately  in  the  proper  places.  Elaine 
also  has  that  intangible  that  might  be 


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called  "stance,"  the  thing  that  allows  a 
girl  to  provoke  sex  without  movement. 

Elaine  Stewart,  though,  for  all  her  love- 
liness and  possible  talent,  is,  at  this  time, 
purely  a  sight  attraction.  Her  theatrical 
background  includes  just  a  few  appear- 
ances on  TV  and  a  Martin  and  Lewis  pic- 
ture in  which  all  she  was  required  to 
do  was  look  sexy.  Her  fame  lay,  before 
she  came  to  Hollywood,  in  the  magazine 
field  as  a  Conover  model  and  cover  girl. 
In  The  Bad  And  The  Beautiful  she  was 
used  purely  as  a  sex  image,  a  representa- 
tive of  Hollywood  fluff  that  could  take  a 
producer's  mind  off  his  work  and  his 
sweetheart.  It  is  true  she  spoke  her  lines 
well  and  there  was  a  glimmer  of  promise 
of  better  things  if  she  is  given  a  chance, 
but  in  her  debut  she  was  a  sex  attraction 
and  nothing  more. 

Another  current  example  of  side-show 
sex  is  Universal 's  Mamie  Van  Doren 
who  is  admittedly  that  studio's  answer  to 
Marilyn  Monroe.  Mamie,  until  a  few 
months  ago  Jack  Dempsey's  favorite  date, 
and  well  columnized  under  her  true  name 
Joan  Olander,  is  a  blonde  sprite  with  a 
full  mouth  and  curvy  figure  who  bears  a 
remarkable  resemblance  to  Marilyn.  How- 
ever, at  this  writing,  it  does  not  appear 
that  Mamie  will  be  put  into  the  front  fines 
immediately.  Her  resemblance  to  Monroe 
is  superficial,  according  to  the  reports  from 
picture  editors,  not  enough  oomph,  even 
when  she  holds  her  mouth  open,  so  Uni- 
versal has  put  her  into  the  talent  mill  to 
learn  to  act  before  springing  her  on  the 
public  in  a  movie.  That  is  sound  judgment. 

Roberta  Haynes  is  another  newcomer 
who  has  been  plunged  into  the  sex  race. 
She,  if  you  remember,  is  the  girl  plucked 
from  nowhere  and  given  the  lead  opposite 
Gary  Cooper  in  Return  To  Paradise.  Her 
publicity  had  been  pretty  run-of-the-mill 
until  she  fell  into  the  hands  of  Russell 
Birdwell,  the  dean  of  Hollywood  publicists 
and  a  man  of  ideas.  One  morning  all  of 
Hollywood  choked  on  its  coffee  as  they 
looked  at  a  picture  of  Roberta  on  the  back 
of  The  Hollywood  Reporter.  She  was  as 
sultry  as  Cleopatra,  and  she  wore  what 
appeared  to  be  a  slip  and  bra,  which  was 
obviously  not  her  size.  The  picture  itself 
was  the  end,  but  the  text  was  stunning. 
Credits  for  the  photo,  wardrobe,  etc.  and 
the  last  line  read:  "Body  by  God." 

There  was  the  devil  to  pay,  but  Birdwell 
took  it  in  stride.  He  planned  this  publicity 
for  shock  value — and  it  worked.  Roberta, 
maybe  as  a  result  of  the  ad,  was  signed  to 
a  contract  by  Columbia  Studio.  Miss 
Haynes,  by  the  way,  has  an  edge  on  her 
fellow  sex  gals.  She  has  a  solid  back- 
ground in  the  theater  and  is  rated  a  first 
class  actress  by  her  contemporaries,  such  as 
Marlon  Brando.  She  may  do  well. 

Another  up-and-coming  young  lady  due 
to  dent  the  crown  of  the  current  holder,  if 
all  goes  well  from  this  point,  is  Laurette 
Luez,  a  newcomer  Columbia  is  grooming 
for  sex-stardom.  Miss  Luez  is  a  tall,  dark 
curvy  amazon,  half  Portuguese  and  Irish, 
who  seems  to  have  been  endowed  with 
the  best  beauty  points  of  both  races.  Her 
hair  is  raven-black,  her  eyes  brown  and 
she  has  a  peaches-and-cream  complexion. 

Laurette  is  not  a  complete  newcomer, 
having  starred  as  the  Panther  Woman  in 
Prehistoric  Women,  an  independent  film 
made  a  couple  of  years  ago.  She  was 
highly  publicized  at  that  time  and  made 
more  girlie  magazine  covers  than  anyone 
else  ever  did.  But  she  considered  this  sort 
of  thing  a  little  undignified  and  refused  to 
pose  after  a  few  months.  Her  background, 
as  an  actress,  is  good.  Both  her  father  and 
mother  were  on  the  stage  for  many  years, 
and  as  a  child  of  four  she  made  her  debut 
dancing  for  the  Sultan  of  Jabore  in  Singa- 
pore   when    her    parents    visited  there. 


She  has  been  tabbed  by  newsmen  who 
met  her  on  a  tour  for  MGM's  picture,  Kim, 
in  which  she  played  Errol  Flynn's  seldom- 
seen  leading  lady,  as  "The  Flower  of 
Delight  Girl,"  and  other  such  extravagant 
names.  The  Hollywood  press  once  gave 
her  a  Mickey  Award  for  being  the  "Best 
low-cut  cleavage  on  a  movie  billboard"  a 
couple  of  years  ago.  Her  startling  meas- 
urements are  5'  7",  37-24-35.  She  went  to 
school  with  Marilyn  Monroe. 

The  one  actress,  and  there  should  be  a 
question  mark  after  that,  who  may  reach 
the  heights  of  Marilyn  Monroe  is  a  lady 
known  professionally  as  Lili  St.  Cyr,  a 
bump  dancer  from  the  burlesque  circuits. 
Miss  St.  Cyr,  a  tall,  magnificently  propor- 
tioned blonde  with  emerald  eyes  and  a 
pouty  mouth,  has  been  the  queen  of  the 
strippers  for  several  years — as  well  as  the 
toast  of  the  Hollywood  night  life  crowd. 
In  a  couple  of  appearances  at  Ciro's  here 
she  jammed  the  place  every  night  with  an 
exhibition  of  a  lady  undressing,  taking  a 
bath  and  dressing  again.  She  did  nothing 
more.  Spoke  not  a  word.  But  she  was  a 
smash. 

Naturally  the  producers  asked  her  to 
make  movies,  but  didn't  get  her.  Jerry 
Wald  once  announced  her  for  one  of  his 
films  and  when  she  didn't  appear  he 
stated  he  couldn't  get  her  name  on  a 
contract  because  he  couldn't  afford  her 
salary.  That  was  quite  true,  because  Lili 
makes  more  money  in  night  clubs  and 
burlesque  theaters  than  most  movie 
queens  and  didn't  want  to  take  a  cut  in 
salary.  She  has  been  signed,  however,  by 
producer  Albert  Zugsmith  to  star  in  a 
Technicolor  epic  that  will  also  feature  a 
moon,  a  sarong  and  a  lagoon.  Then  Lili 
will  be  better  known.  If  she  can  act  she 
may  cut  the  mustard.  But  if  she  can't,  she 
will  no  doubt  go  back  to  the  runways  as- 
sured that  in  the  movies  sex  is  not  enough. 

For  the  past  couple  of  years  Terry  Moore, 
who  used  to  be  practically  a  child  ac- 
tress, has  been  working  up  a  storm  in  the 
papers  using  sex  as  a  gimmick.  We  recall 
her  press  agent  trotting  into  our  office  with 
pictures  of  Terry  in  a  bathing  suit,  trying 
to  tout  us  on  the  proposition  that  Terry 
was  the  bustiest  child  in  the  land.  He 
succeeded  in  getting  some  of  these  pictures 
into  print,  and  this,  coupled  with  inter- 
views in  which  Terry  is  reported  to  have 
said  she'd  give  Marilyn  Monroe  cards  and 
spades  and  still  top  her  measurements,  put 
Miss  Moore  into  the  running  in  the  sex 
derby. 

But  all  that  has  changed.  Terry  got  an 
Academy  Award  nomination  for  her  work 
in  Come  Back,  Little  Sheba  and  probably 
a  talking-to  by  a  wise  man  and  is  fran- 
tically trying  to  recall  all  the  past  publicity 
along  the  sex  line.  She  appeared  at  a 
party  recently  in  a  dress  that  covered  as 
much  as  the  average  sweater.  She  wants 
no  more  of  it. 

No  symposium  on  sex  queens  can  be 
complete  without  a  mention  at  least  of  that 
pioneer  Jane  Russell.  Jane  was  the  fore- 
runner of  all  our  modern  skin  specialists. 
As  long  as  12  years  ago  she  was  heaving 
her  bosom  for  the  movie  cameras  and  pull- 
ing down  the  neckline  for  the  stills.  And 
for  sheer  beauty  and  grandeur  of  form  she 
may  never  be  topped.  There  was  a  period 
of  several  years  in  which  she  never  made 
a  picture,  but  the  papers  and  magazines 
ran  her  art  anyway.  She  didn't  need  a 
news  peg  to  get  into  print.  Jane,  she  ad- 
mits herself,  was  not  much  of  an  actress, 
but  no  one  expected  it  of  her.  All  she  had 
to  do  was  appear  in  a  room  and  the  audi- 
ence got  the  idea  the  leading  man  had  in 
his  mind. 

But  Jane,  possibly  because  she  was  the 
pioneer,  saw  the  handwriting  on  the  wall 
before  the  others  got  s'arted  and  began 


to  brush  up  on  her  acting.  And  nowadays 
if  you  mention  her  obvious  attributes  to 
her  she  sneers  at  you.  Unfortunately  she 
can  not  start  all  over  again  without  the 
low  neckline,  but  she  will  not  make  a  deal 
until  she  knows  it's  an  acting  part  these 
days.  She,  too,  has  had  it.  At  the  present 
time  she  is  negotiating  a  new  contract 
with  Howard  Hughes,  who  has  been  her 
boss  since  she  started,  and  one  of  the  main 
articles  in  the  pact  will  be  that  she  is  not 
required  to  continue  as  the  national  em- 
blem for  sex. 

A  girl  can't  help  growing  up,  so  a  new 
sex  attraction  is  headed  our  way  now  in 
the  person  of  Mitzi  Gaynor.  Mitzi  also 
came  to  the  movies  as  a  kid  and  a  very 
talented  one  at  that.  She  is  one  of  the 
very  best  dancers  Hollywood  has,  can 
sing  very  well  and  is  a  fair  actress.  But 
during  the  past  year,  personally  and  pro- 
fessionally, she  has  matured  with  a  capital 
M.  She  appears  at  parties  in  gowns  that 
are  adult  to  be  sure— and  she  is  the  object 
of  every  male  eye.  She  used  to  be  a 
mouse,  shy  and  inhibited  in  public,  and 
dressed  like  a  dancing  school  graduate. 
Now  Mitzi  waltzes  into  a  room  like  a 
young  duchess,  her  almond  eyes  flirty  and 
her  movements  the  sort  that  drive  strong 
men  mad. 

At  a  recent  party  a  wife  began  looking 
for  her  husband.  He  wasn't  within  sight- 
ing distance,  so  she  asked  her  hostess  if 
she  knew  where  he  was. 

"I  believe,"  the  hostess  said,  "he's  talking 
to  Mitzi  Gaynor." 

"Good,"  said  the  wife,  "generally  he's 
hanging  around  the  neck  of  some  glamor 
girl." 

The  wife  should  have  seen  her  husband 
at  that  moment.  He  wasn't  talking  to 
Mitzi,  but  he  was  trying  to.  He  was  on 
the  fringe  of  a  mob  of  males  who  had 
Mitzi  backed  into  a  corner — and  if  his  wife 


had  taken  a  look  at  the  way  Mitzi  had 
them  all  panting  that  night  she'd  have 
dragged  her  old  man  out  of  there  by  the 
ear.  Mitzi  has  an  aloof  type  of  sex  appeal, 
not  at  all  obvious  on  the  screen,  that  may 
be  the  combination  required  to  sell  sex 
at  the  box  office.  And  as  a  top-notch  dancer 
she  has  talent,  too. 

A  ctually,  it  was  sex  that  really  put 
movies  on  the  map.  Valentino  can  be 
credited  with  being  the  prime  assist  and 
he  was  noted  for  his  ability  to  ooze  passion 
from  every  pore  as  he  dragged  a  panting 
captive  across  the  Sahara  to  a  lonely  tent. 
The  public,  it  seemed,  wanted  sex  in  those 
days.  Maybe  they've  become  bored  with 
it,  or  maybe  they've  come  to  appreciate 
acting  and  a  good  story. 

Sex  really  grew  up  in  the  movies,  though, 
with  Jean  Harlow,  also  a  Howard  Hughes 
contribution.  Hughes  put  meaning  into  it. 
And  if  he  wasn't  a  designer  of  loose  gar- 
ments he  certainly  was  aware  of  what 
was  provocative.  The  dress  that  Jean 
Harlow  wore  in  Hell's  Angels  ought  to  be 
in  the  Smithsonian  Institution.  It  was  as 
much  an  invention  in  its  day  as  was  the 
first  mixmaster.  From  the  first  moment 
she  appeared  on  the  screen  in  that  rag  Jean 
Harlow  was  destined  for  greatness — in  sex. 
And  until  the  day  she  died  she  never 
played  a  part  that  didn't  call  for  an  ex- 
hibition of  flesh  and  lust.  MGM  just  re- 
cently made  Mogambo,  a  reshuffling  of  Red 
Dust,  the  film  that  made  millions  pay  to 
see  Jean  take  a  bath  in  a  rain  barrel,  under 
the  watchful,  eager  eyes  of  Clark  Gable. 

There  are  some  who  will  deny  that  Jean 
was  ever  a  good  actress,  but  most  Holly- 
woodites,  after  a  moment  of  thought,  will 
say  she  was.  But  it  was  something  that 
had  to  be  considered,  for  Jean's  name  was 
synonymous  with  sex,  not  art. 

There  have  been  others,  too,  who  today 


are  substantial  performers,  who  were  once 
considered  sexy  as  all-get-out.  Barbara 
Stanwyck,  for  instance.  Now  the  public 
thinks  of  Barbara  as  one  of  the  reigning 
artists  of  the  screen,  but  in  her  early  pic- 
tures she  was  a  lusty,  lip-biting  half-tart 
that  seldom  took  no  for  an  answer.  Barbara 
learned  early  in  her  career,  though,  that 
sex  is  not  enough  and  raised  her  sights.  In 
doing  so,  she's  become  an  all-time  great. 

Some  time  ago  Joan  Crawford  gave  an 
interview  to  one  of  the  major  wire  services 
in  which  she  was  reported  to  have  said 
that  she  considered  the  exhibitionism  of 
some  of  the  younger  players  of  this  day 
slightly  revolting.  She  particularly  selected 
Marilyn  Monroe  as  an  example  of  how  not 
to  publicize  a  movie  star.  When  it  was 
printed  there  was  quite  a  fuss.  Marilyn's 
studio  thought  it  was  unkind,  to  say  the 
least.  Marilyn  herself  was  said  to  have 
considered  it  catty.  And  the  town  took 
up  sides. 

When  Miss  Crawford  was  approached  by 
other  reporters  for  more  details,  she  ex- 
pressed herself  as  being  sorry  she  had  put 
her  thoughts  quite  so  strongly.  She  thought 
back,  maybe,  to  the  days  when  she  first 
came  to  Hollywood — a  Charleston  dancer 
from  Texas.  She  remembered  Our  Danc- 
ing Daughters  in  which  she  wore  a  dress 
that  wouldn't  make  a  fair  handkerchief  for 
a  grown  man.  She  remembered,  possibly, 
the  scene  she'd  played  dancing  atop  a 
table,  with  the  Crawford  legs  showing  to 
the  tan  line,  and  the  mouth-trembling  way 
she'd  look  at  a  prospective  lover  for  a 
close-up.  And  she  didn't  take  back  what 
she'd  said,  but  she  did  reconstruct  her 
opinion,  from  a  wisdom  she  learned  the 
hard  way. 

"Maybe,"  she  said,  "I'  should  have  said 
that  I  am  concerned,  because  I  know  now 
that  sex  is  not  enough."  Or  words  to  that 
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{Continued  from  page  66)  Miss  Ruick." 
They  worked  together  for  several  weeks 
in  Apache  War  Smoke,  and  although  her 
mother  had  once  told  her,  "If  an  actress 
doesn't  fall  in  some  small  way  for  her  lead- 
ing man,  there's  something  wrong  with 
her,"  Barbara  felt  nothing  but  professional 
respect  for  Bob.  The  picture  was  finished 
in  June  and  it  wasn't  until  two  months  later 
that  they  had  their  first  date.  Barbara  was 
so  unimpressed  at  the  time  that  by  now 
she  barely  remembers  the  evening.  It  is  her 
dim  recollection  that  he  came  for  dinner  to 
the  house  shared  by  her  with  studio  pub- 
licist Jean  MacDonald,  and  that  they  talked 
afterward  and  he  went  home  early. 

Their  dates  grew  more  frequent  and 
slowly  Barbara  began  to  notice  his  sin- 
cerity, his  truthfulness  and  above  all,  his 
complete  respect  for  her.  She  decided  that 
here  was  that  rarity  in  this  modern  world, 
a  gentleman;  and  soon  realized  she  was 
happiest  when  she  was  with  him.  Following 
his  proposal  of  marriage  they  discussed 
architecture  and  found  that  both  like 
"comfortable  modern";  then  weddings, 
which  both  agree  should  be  small  but  def- 
initely inside  a  church;  and  then  babies, 
which  both  want  in  quantity,  but  only  after 
they  have  enough  financial  security  that 
Barbara  can  take  a  year  away  from  work 
to  stay  home  and  care  for  each  new  addi- 
tion. 

Barbara  has  learned  to  distinguish  a 
feint  from  a  dodge,  an  infield  fly  from  a 
Texas  leaguer,  and  a  touchback  from  a 
safety.  Bob  has  found  with  delight  that  she 
is  an  avid  sports  fan,  and  last  March  when 
she  visited  him  on  location  for  Arena  in 
Tucson  they  not  only  went  riding  every 
day,  but  when  the  cast  and  crew  organized 
a  disorganized  football  game  on  the  set, 
Barbara  got  into  the  act. 

"I  will  now,"  she  announced,  holding  the 
ball  daintily  between  her  hands,  "do  a 
drop-kick." 

"Be  careful!"  yelled  Bob.  "You're  wear- 
ing flat  shoes — you  can't  dig  in!  Honey, 
you'll  go  flat  on  your — " 

Which  she  did.  It  was  one  of  the  things 
that  have  proven  to  Barbara  that  she 
should  listen  to  Bob's  advice.  Before  she 
met  him  she  had  always  felt  rather  ma- 
ternal toward  the  men  she  dated.  Secure 
in  her  personal  life  as  well  as  her  new- 
found career,  she  tended  to  be  self  reliant 
and  so  was  forever  on  the  lookout  for  ways 
in  which  she  might  help  other  people.  Mr. 
Horton  has  modified  all  this,  and  now 
Barbara  realizes  that  she  tends  to  be  high 
strung,  to  fly  off  the  handle  quickly,  and 
Bob's  comparative  calm  and  good  sense 
have  a  leveling  affect  on  her  own  high 
spirits. 

There  was  good  reason  for  her  self- 
confidence.  Barbara  grew  up  in  the 
world  of  show  business,  the  daughter  of 
two  highly  succesful  professionals  who 
were  famous  not  only  for  their  talent  but 
also  for  their  charm  and  their  circle  of 
delightful  friends.  The  friends  were  also 
in  show  business,  and  it  was  only  natural 
that  Barbara  should  develop  at  an  early 
age  into  a  mite-sized  performer. 

She  inherited  acting  ability  from  both 
parents,  and  at  five  was  already  dreaming 
up  her  own  skits.  "I  must  have  bored 
everybody  to  death  in  those  days.  I'm  still 
a  ham — I  should  never  eat  pork." 

From  her  father,  who  once  played  the 
violin  and  had  his  own  band,  Barbara  was 
endowed  with  musical  talent,  and  from  her 
mother,  who  is  still  an  avid  jazz  fan,  a  love 
for  all  kinds  of  music.  As  a  result,  today 
she  is  equally  valued  as  both  an  actress 
and  a  singer,  and  Barbara  loves  both  so 


well  that  she  is  incapable  of  choosing  be- 
tween the  two. 

A  lot  of  practice  went  into  both  fields. 
Her  girl  friends  were  enlisted  in  the  pro- 
duction of  her  plays  and  soon  found  them- 
selves relegated  to  making  backdrops  out 
of  old  sheets  and  bright  crayons.  If  any  of 
the  other  girls  had  ideas  of  their  own  they 
seldom  had  time  to  put  them  across,  as  the 
small  Ruick  was  a  whirlwind  director  who 
scurried  everyone  else  to  routine  jobs  while 
she  took  the  spotlight.  Audiences  were 
drafted  from  the  neighborhood  and,  as 
Barbara  puts  it,  "they  looked  whether  they 
wanted  to  or  not." 

Lurene  Tuttle  had  never  pushed  her 
daughter  into  theatricals — Barbara  fell  into 
them  by  herself.  Her  parents  were  natur- 
ally delighted,  but  they  continued  their 
attempt  to  seem  disinterested  and  period- 
ically suggested  that  it  would  be  nice  if 
Barbara  grew  up  to  be  something  dis- 
tinguished, like  an  editor  of  Vogue  maga- 
zine. All  along  Barbara  knew,  despite  her 
youth,  that  if  she  had  turned  into  anything 
other  than  an  actress  her  parents  would 
have  been  crushed. 

As  Barbara  persisted  in  her  thespian  in- 
terests, Lurene  Tuttle  began  coaching  her 
daughter,  beginning  with  pantomime,  and 
Barbara  feels  that  such  fantastic  and 
rigorous  assignments  as  being  a  squeezed 
lemon  or  a  tree  in  May  were  a  valuable 
beginning  for  her  education  in  dramatics. 
When  she  was  eight  she  battered  her  way 
into  the  billing  of  a  recital  and  chose  for 
her  stint  a  rendition  of  "Waiting  At  The 
Church,"  a  la  Beatrice  Kay,  for  which  she 
was  to  be  frocked  in  her  mother's  wedding 
dress.  It  was  bad  enough  having  to  hitch 
up  the  dress  so  that  she  wouldn't  trip  over 
it,  and  even  worse  when  the  air  raid  sirens 
cut  loose  and  the  house  lights  went  out. 
But  her  father,  sitting  in  the  front  row, 
trained  the  beam  of  a  flashlight  on  her, 
and  the  small  Miss  Ruick  went  through  her 
performance  with  the  nonchalance  of  a 
seasoned  trouper. 


When  she  was  14  she  began  singing  with 
the  high  school  band  and  organized  a 
singing  group  that  appeared  twice  weekly 
on  a  San  Fernando  Valley  radio  station. 
The  accompanying  skits  were  written  by, 
naturally,  Barbara  Ruick.  She  never  went 
to  a  party  or  a  prom  when  she  didn't  sing, 
and  always  returned  home  with  the  seven- 
dollar  scale  wage  tucked  away  in  her 
evening  bag.  When  she  was  15  she  fluffed 
for  the  first  time,  in  a  local  little  theater 
production  of  Stage  Door.  She  delivered 
her  lines,  "I  don't  really  want  to  leave. 
I  don't  know  what  to  say."  Following  that 
she  really  didn't  know  what  to  say,  and 
solved  the  situation  by  walking  off  the 
stage. 

She  wasn't  so  shaken  by  the  experience 
that  she  lost  confidence.-  Less  than  a  year 
later  her  mother,  who  played  "Effie"  on 
the  Sam  Spade  radio  show,  became  too  ill 
to  go  on,  and  Barbara  marched  into  pro- 
ducer William  Spier's  office.  "You  just 
have  to  let  me  do  it,"  she  said.  "I'm  the 
only  one  who  sounds  like  mother.  And 
besides,  it's  the  only  thing  that'll  get  her 
out  of  bed.  If  I  do  it  this  time,  she'll  have 
to  come  to  your  rescue  next  week." 

She  got  the  job,  and  it  was  the  last  time 
Barbara  was  nervous  during  a  perform- 
ance. It  gave  her  a  confidence  which  has 
never  left  her,  except  perhaps  for  the 
times  when  her  mother  has  been  in  the 
audience.  Barbara  can't  explain  these  re- 
actions—she thinks  it  may  be  because  she  s 
trying  so  hard  to  please,  as  she  did  when 
she  was  a  small  girl.  She  recalls  the  day 
she  marched  two  miles  in  a  Girl  Scout 
parade  as  the  flag  bearer.  All  went  well 
until  she  came  to  the  corner  where  her 
mother  stood.  Then  Barbara  tripped  and 
went  flat  on  her  face.  Lurene  Tuttle  was 


in  the  audience  the  night  Barbara  forgot 
her  lines  in  Stage  Door,  and  stranger  still, 
she  gave  a  top-notch  TV  commercial  one 
day  until  toward  the  end  of  the  spiel, 
when  her  mind  went  blank.  When  she 
got  home  she  learned  that  her  mother  had 
turned  on  the  program  at  the  precise  mo- 
ment Barbara  had  fluffed. 

Barbara  reached  the  age  of  12  before 
her  parents  were  divorced,  and  those  years 
of  living  with  show  business  parents  have 
given  her  a  wisdom  that  may  well  help  in 
her  own  marriage.  She  feels  that  she 
knows  the  pitfalls  of  a  marriage  which 
combines  two  careers,  what  to  say  and 
what  not  to  say  at  the  right  moments.  She 
was  and  still  is  extremely  fond  of  her 
father,  who  has  remarried  and  lives  in 
New  York,  but  the  divorce  itself  did  not 
affect  her  nearly  so  much  as  the  death, 
a  year  before,  of  Lillian  Johnson.  Miss 
Johnson  had  been  Barbara's  nurse  since 
babyhood,  a  wonderful  woman  who,  child- 
less herself,  poured  out  her  maternal  love 
on  Barbara.  She  taught  the  child  to  love 
people,  she  was  a  second  mother  to  her 
and  her  most  appreciative  audience  all 
through  Barbara's  childhood.  She  died  on 
August  15th,  and  for  this  reason  Barbara 
has  set  her  wedding  date  on  that  day.  She 
intends  sending  a  little  prayer  up  to 
heaven,  in  the  hope  that  her  beloved  old 
nurse  will  be  able  to  look  down  and  see 
Barbara  on  the  biggest  day  of  her  life. 
It  is  her  deepest  regret  that  Miss  Johnson 
cannot  be  here  to  see  the  children  that 
will  come  some  day. 

"P  ollowing  the  divorce  Barbara  lived  with 
her  mother,  who  continued  to  guide  her 
through  an  adolescence  that  was  devoted 
almost  entirely  to  theatricals.  Their  rela- 
tionship is  extremely  close,  and  even  when 
Barbara  decided  to  learn  about  drumming, 
Lurene    Tuttle   didn't    complain.    It  all 


started  when  Barbara  sang  with  an  or- 
chestra made  up  of  college  boys,  and  when 
drummer  Gene  Estes  left  his  stand  to  do 
a  vocal,  Barbara  would  hop  up  behind  the 
drums  and  beat  out  the  rhythm  for  the 
band. 

Two  days  after  her  17th  birthday  Bar- 
bara took  off  for  New  York.  Determined 
to  make  the  grade  on  her  own  merits  she 
purposely  avoided  letting  anyone  know 
her  relationship  to  her  famed  parents.  She 
moved  into  an  apartment  with  four  models 
and  proceeded  to  pound  pavements  like  a 
novice  from  Hatsoff,  Texas,  but  her  talent 
shone  through.  Out  of  800  applicants  she 
was  chosen  with  only  nine  others  to  appear 
on  Chico  Marx's  "College  Bowl"  TV  show. 
Soap  operas  and  commercials  followed,  and 
after  a  highly  successful  year  she  returned 
home  to  Hollywood,  where  she  shortly 
copped  a  contract  with  MGM.  There  she 
went  to  work  with  such  zeal  that  studio 
employees  weren't  surprised  when,  during 
the  filming  of  The  Affairs  Of  Dobie  Gillis, 
Barbara  insisted  on  completing  her  dance 
routine  despite  an  attack  of  flu,  and 
stopped  only  when  she  fainted  from  ex- 
haustion. 

At  first  she  lived  with  her  mother,  who 
had  remarried,  then  moved  to  a  small 
apartment  in  Hollywood,  another  in  North 
Hollywood,  then  to  Westwood,  then  shared 
a  house  with  Jean  MacDonald,  then,  be- 
cause the  landlady  didn't  cotton  to  Bar- 
bara's boxer  puppy,  the  two  girls  moved 
to  another  house.  Barbara  currently  is 
living  with  her  mother  again,  and  has 
stored  a  pile  of  furniture  collected  in  the 
last  two  years  in  the  last  six  residences. 
There  will  be  enough,  she  says,  to  fill  any 
house  she  and  Bob  might  buy  on  his  GI 
loan,  and  she  promises  that,  for  a  change, 
she  will  really  settle  down  for  keeps  when 
she  gets  married. 

She  has  already  begun  to  settle.  An  in- 


curable mimic,  Barbara  comes  back  from 
New  York  dropping  her  R's,  back  from 
Alabama  accompanied  by  a  southern 
drawl.  She  imitates  anything,  including 
the  makeup  worn  these  days  by  New  York 
models.  When  living  in  Manhattan  with 
the  quartet  of  mannekins,  Barbara  was 
enchanted  by  their  black  slipstick  and 
penciled  lines  beneath  the  eyes.  She  had 
arrived  in  New  York  with  a  healthy, 
scrubbed  look,  but  by  the  time  she  came 
back  to  Hollywood  a  year  later  she  was 
all  but  suffocated  in  cosmetics.  Lurene 
Tuttle  met  her  at  the  airport  and  couldn't 
help  smiling.  "My  word,"  she  said,  "You 
have  been  sick,  haven't  you?" 

A  fter  a  year  of  doe  eyes,  and  after  a  few 
.-^  dates  with  Bob  Horton,  Barbara  de- 
cided to  give  up  the  ghostly  look,  that  this 
was  not  really  for  her.  The  next  time  Bob 
called  for  her  at  the  house,  he  was  met 
by  a  pert  face  that  boasted  nothing  but 
lipstick— red  lipstick.  He  took  an  appre- 
ciative look,  but  said  nothing. 

Barbara  couldn't  stand  it  for  long.  They 
hadn't  been  in  his  car  five  minutes  before 
she  turned  to  him.  "Well— do  you  like  me 
better  this  way?" 

He  reached  over  and  took  her  hand.  "I 
liked  you  the  other  way,  too.  But  this  is 
fine." 

"You  see  what  I  mean,"  Barbara  says  to 
anybody  who  will  listen.  "Bob  is  a  gentle- 
man, a  real  gentleman.  And  furthermore, 
my  red-haired  mother  is  charmed  right 
out  of  her  shoes  at  the  idea  of  a  red- 
haired  son-in-law.  I  was  obstinate— I 
didn't  have  red  hair— but  now  she  has 
more  than  a  50-50  chance  of  having  carrot- 
tops  for  grandchildren." 

Everybody's  happy,  including  MGM, 
future  in-laws,  the  growing  legions  of 
Horton  and  Ruick  fans,  and  most  of  all, 
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(Continued  from  page  55)   Walking  My 
Baby  Back  Home,  with  Janet  Leigh. 

Then,  he  disappeared.  Studio  executives 
and  friends  couldn't  locate  him  for  three 
days.  Just  before  the  situation  had  reached 
the  "missing  persons"  alarm  stage,  some- 
one thought  to  check  at  his  Van  Nuys 
home.  Sure  enough,  there  he  was,  where  he 
had  been  for  almost  three  days,  playing 
with  Donna. 

The  next  day  newspaper  columns  were 
filled  with  predictions  that  the  O'Connors 
would  make  up,  or  had  already  forgiven 
each  other  for  real  and  imaginary  trans- 
gressions. The  curtain,  however,  had  just 
gone  up  on  the  embarrassing  drama  that 
is  so  often  repeated  in  Hollywood.  Before 
the  week  was  out  it  was  reported  that 
Gwen  was  now  dating  Dan  Dailey.  Sup- 
posedly they  had  been  holding  hands  in  a 
qui<  t  corner  at  the  Encore,  a  La  Cienega 
boulevard  restaurant  to  which  many  film 
celebrities  go  to  publicly  display  their 
grief  over  a  broken  romance  or  their  joy 
over  a  new  love. 

Gwen  O'Connor  was  furious.  The  report 
is  that  she  had  her  attorney  call  the  col- 
umnist and  demand  a  retraction,  a  reluct- 
ant one  which  was  published  a  few  days 
later.  This  was  not  enough,  for  news- 
paper folk  are  now  calloused  when  it  comes 
to  denials.  Reporters  began  to  choose  up 
sides.  On  the  day  that  Sheilah  Graham 
stated  that,  "the  Donald  O'Connor's  are 
quietly  making  up,"  Hollywood  Reporter 
columnist  Mike  Connelly  had  a  different 
version:  "Dan  Dailey  threw  a  punch  at 
Murray  Garret  at  Peggy  Lee's  Grove  open- 
ing. Dailey  didn't  want  the  photog  to  shoot 
him  and  Gwen  O'Connor,  who  were  NOT 
celebrating  Donald  O'Connor's  gala  Call 
Me  Madam  preem,  same  night  and  miles 
and  miles  from  the  Grove." 

Who  is  right?  Is  Dan  Dailey  a  cause 
celebre  in  the  O'Connor  marriage  rift? 
Or  was  it  true  that  Don  had  regularly 
been  dating  several  of  the  hundreds  of  cute 
girls  who  make  the  studios  a  romantic 
stamping  grounds.  Why  isn't  the  truth 
printed?  It  will  be,  here  and  now. 

Let's  go  back  to  happier  days  to  find  the 
answer.  Back  to  the  time  that  Donald 
was  a  carefree  young  actor  more  preoccu- 
pied with  his  collection  of  foreign  cars  than 
he  was  with  his  career.  To  the  time  he 
proposed  to  beautiful  red-haired  Gwen 
Carter,  a  Los  Angeles  High  School  stu- 
dent, and  gave  her  a  two  carat  diamond 
ring,  payable  on  time  at  $50  a  week  for  the 
next  two  years. 

Gwen  was  no  innocent  child  who  fell 
head  over  heels  in  love  with  an  actor  at  15. 
She  had  friends  in  show  business  and  was 
not  star  struck.  She'll  tell  you  that  she 
didn't  think  much  of  Don  at  their  first 
meeting  when  they  were  introduced  at  a 
Paramount  commissary  table.  She  was  12 
and  he  was  a  wacky  13.  A  little  more  than 
two  years  later,  it  was  a  different  story. 

Donald  had  by  then  skyrocketed  to  fame 
with  Bing  Crosby  in  Sing  You  Sinners, 
grown  out  of  his  britches  in  a  few  months 
and  was  tossed  back  into  vaudeville,  trav- 
eling the  country  with  his  family.  Tragedy 
had  made  a  man  of  him,  for  his  beloved 
brother  Billy  had  died  suddenly  of  scarlet 
fever,  not  many  days  before  Hollywood 
summoned  him  back  for  a  second  crack 
at  stardom.  Billy,  of  whom  Don  had  often 
said,  "He  could  have  been  a  greater  com- 
edian than  Bob  Hope,"  meant  more  to  the 
young  actor  than  he  has  ever  been  able  to 
satisfactorily  explain.  He  can  only  say, 
"Billy  died  when  I  was  just  getting  to  know 
him." 

Of  course,  it  may  be  said  that  everyone 


knows  sadness  in  life  and  that  it  takes  an 
actor  to  dramatize  his  grief.  But  this  was 
not  so  with  Donald  O'Connor.  The  lone- 
liness of  his  youth  was  magnified  by  the 
fact  that  his  father  died  of  a  heart  attack 
when  he  was  about  a  year  old.  Before  that, 
outside  a  theater  in  Hartford,  Conn.,  his 
five  year  old  sister,  Arlene,  had  taken  him 
out  for  an  airing  in  his  baby  carriage.  Un- 
able to  resist  the  temptation  of  a  candy 
store  across  the  street,  Arlene  left  the  in- 
fant Donald  at  the  curb  and  scurried  to 
buy  a  sack  of  sweets.  In  a  few  seconds,  she 
was  lying  dead,  run  over  by  a  speeding 
car. 

Knowing  as  ue  do  that  the  mind  of  a 
child  retains  impressions  from  early  child- 
hood on,  and  remembering  that  Donald 
grew  up  with  no  real  home  other  than  a 
long  list  of  theatrical  hotels,  it  becomes  a 
simple,  understandable  fact  that  what  he 
always  has  needed  most  was  a  love  and  se- 
curity of  his  own. 

His  second  meeting  with  Gwen  Carter 
took  place  backstage  at  the  El  Capitan 
theater.  Don  had  gone  there  to  help  a  friend 
named  Julia  Curtis  to  audition  her  ven- 
triloquist act,  and  ran  into  Joyce  Duffin, 
another  vaudeville  acquaintance  who  was 
there  with  Gwen. 

"Gwen  and  I  took  a  look  at  each  other," 
Donald  remembers,  "and  the  whole  theater 
lit  up." 

Joyce,  however,  wouldn't  give  Don 
Gwen's  phone  number.  A  few  days  later  he 
ran  into  the  two  of  them  in  a  drug  store. 
This  time  Gwen  was  with  a  big  handsome 
guy.  Don  took  Joyce  aside  and  tried  again 
for  the  phone  number.  No  soap.  That  night 
might  have  been  the  end  of  it  if  a  fellow 
Don  knew  hadn't  dropped  in  to  watch  him 
work  out  at  a  Hollywood  gym.  Don  went 
two  rounds  apiece  that  day  with  a  couple 
of  professional  fighters.  They  stood  toe  to 
toe  slugging  at  each  other,  much  to  the 
amazement  of  the  friend,  who  later  said 
to  Don  in  the  dressing  room,  "If  you  want 
Gwen  Carter's  phone  number,  I  guess  it's 
okay  to  give  it  to  you  now." 

"Well  thanks,"  Don  replied,  "but  why 
all  the  mystery  up  to  now?" 

"Well,  the  truth  is,"  the  friend  explained, 
"that  Gwen's  boy  friend  is  a  very  jealous 
guy.  Also  exceedingly  tough.  He  knew  you 
two  liked  each  other  and  he  threatened  to 
beat  the  tar  out  of  you  if  you  tried  to  date 
her.  None  of  us  wanted  to  see  you  mur- 
dered, but  after  seeing  you  go  in  the  ring 
I  know  you  can  take  care  of  yourself." 

Don  rushed  for  the  nearest  phone  booth 
to  make  a  date.  That  night  he  and  Gwen 
held  hands  at  the  Casa  de  Amour  restaur- 
ant and  agreed  that  people  their  age,  if 
they  should  fall  in  love,  should  wait  a  long 
time  before  marrying.  From  that  moment 
on,  Gwen  never  dated  another  boy,  and 
they  would  have  waited,  too,  except  for  cir- 
cumstances over  which  they  had  no  control. 

It  was  Don's  ambition  to  become  a  fight- 
er pilot.  He  had  already  taken  one  test 
for  Air  Corps  Cadet  Training  and  flunked 
it.  After  some  months,  he  tried  again,  pass- 
ing with  flying  colors.  On  New  Year's  Eve 
of  1944,  they  spent  much  of  the  night  talk- 
ing about  the  question  of  whether  or  not 
they  should  marry  before  Don  entered  the 
service.  They  decided  to  stick  to  their  or- 
iginal promise  to  wait,  but  a  few  evenings 
later,  while  visiting  at  the  apartment  of 
their  friend,  Ally  Kirk,  the  emotional  up- 
heaval of  impending  events  was  too  much 
for  them. 

On  the  spur  of  the  moment,  they  agreed 
to  elope  to  Mexico.  They  jumped  into  Don's 
car  and  took  off,  stopping  for  dinner  at  the 
Tailspin  Restaurant.  Here  their  plans  made 
a  crash  landing.  They  fell  into  an  argu- 
ment about  whether  or  not  to  they  should 
tell  their  mothers.  Don  decided  that  if  he 
was  now  man  enough  to  enter  the  Air 


Corps,  he  certainly  was  man  enough  to  tell 
his  mother  and  hers  in  advance  that  he  was 
marrying  the  woman  he  loved. 

They  postponed  the  event  for  a  couple 
of  days.  Both  mothers  agreed  that  their 
children  would  be  unhappy  if  they  had  to 
face  the  anxious  days  and  perhaps  years 
ahead,  alone.  So,  on  February  sixth,  they 
took  off  for  the  border  city  of  Tiajuana, 
Mexico.  They  hadn't  counted  on  the  diffi- 
culties of  strict  wartime  regulations.  Bor- 
der guards  insisted  that  Gwen  give  up  her 
address  book  and  that  Don  change  the  $65 
he'd  brought  along  into  two  dollar  bills, 
no  easy  trick  at  four  o'clock  in  the  mor- 
ning. While  Gwen  argued  with  the  guards 
to  prove  that  her  personal  telephone  num- 
bers were  not  the  secret  codes  of  a  spy, 
Don  hustled  off  in  search  of  an  all  night 
gas  station.  With  these  delays,  it  was  al- 
most five  a.m.  before  they  reached  the  main 
street  of  Tiajuana,  numb  with  cold,  but 
still  grimly  cheerful. 

Back  in  the  U.  S.,  they  found  a  small 
hotel  which  jutted  out  over  the  Pacific 
Ocean,  and  they'll  never  forget  the  cold 
lobster  wedding  breakfast. 

This  was  just  the  beginning  of  a  series 
of  adventures,  which  if  reenacted  would 
make  a  swell  comic  movie.  Don  was 
shipped  off  to  Texas,  eager  to  start  his 
Air  Corps  training.  To  his  dismay,  the  en- 
tire cadet  program  was  suddenly  called  off. 
AU  he  saw  in  the  future  was  an  endless 
round  of  KP  and  latrine  duty.  As  luck  had 
it,  the  Air  Corps  suddenly  needed  more 
women  than  they  did  men,  and  Don  helped 
to  create  a  WAC  recruiting  show.  Gwen, 
like  thousands  of  women  at  the  time,  be- 
came a  camp  follower. 

Somehow,  though,  the  O'Connors  were 
incredibly  happy  during  these  two  and  a 
half  years.  When  almost  all  WACS  were 
being  shipped  overseas,  the  recruiting  show 
in  which  Don  was  being  starred  needed  a 
leading  lady.  Officers  in  charge  pressed 
Gwen  into  service  and  she  wowed  'em. 

When  Don  came  back  to  Hollywood  and 
civilian  life,  everything  brightened  up. 
There  were  those  big  pay  checks  again; 
back  income  taxes  were  paid  up,  and  the 
baby  came. 

They  never  loved  each  other  more.  On 
the  day  of  the  blessed  event,  Gwen  was 
so  worried  about  Don's  condition  that  she 
kept  crawling  out  of  her  hospital  bed  to 
visit  him  in  the  father's  room. 

"Poor  guy,"  she  remembers,  "he  sat 
there  for  almost  12  hours,  white  as  a  sheet. 
He  must  have  smoked  a  whole  carton  of 
cigarettes.  When  it  was  all  over,  I  looked 
up  through  a  haze  to  see  him,  announcing 
that  we'd  had  a  baby  boy. 

"  'No,'  I  told  him.  'You're  hysterical, 
honey.  I  saw  it.  The  baby's  a  girl!'  By 
this  time  he  was  the  same  old  Don.  He  was 
playing  it  so  straight  with  the  boy  routine 
that  it  was  a  couple  of  days  before  I  real- 
ized he  was  kidding." 

TTnless  one  is  a  veteran  on  the  Holly - 
^  wood  scene,  it  is  difficult  to  understand 
how  merciless  the  demands  of  success  can 
be,  or  why  it  is  that  the  more  famous  a 
man  becomes  the  less  chance  he  has  for 
happiness  in  private  life.  Despite  the 
casual  atmosphere  of  show  business,  the 
demands  of  its  backstage  discipline  are 
terrific,  effecting  even  a  thing  so  small  as 
a  man's  hobbies.  Speaking  of  his  sport 
car  hobby,  Don  recently  dismissed  it  by 
saying,  "I  either  had  to  give  up  the  cars 
or  my  career."  What  he  subconsciously 
meant  is  that  the  requirements  in  time 
alone  caused  by  doing  four  major  pic- 
tures in  the  period  of  a  year,  plus  a  month- 
ly television  show,  had  cut  deeply  into  his 
private  life. 

When  Don  was  doing  pleasant  little  pic- 
tures requiring  little  effort,  his  home  was 
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However,  Don's  popularity  brought  in- 
credible demands  on  his  time.  It  reached 
the  point  best  illustrated  by  the  time 
Gwen's  maid,  to  her  great  surprise, 
brought  in  the  morning  coffee  while  she 
was  still  in  bed.  The  maid  had  a  com- 
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modern  age.  "I'm  a  good  cook,"  she  ex- 
plained, "but  I'm  getting  rusty.  I'm  going 
to  have  to  change  jobs  unless  you  and  Mr. 
O'Connor  do  more  entertaining."  Gwen 
promised  that  they'd  try  to  reform.  She 
planned  a  dinner  party  for  the  following 
Friday.  She  called  all  of  Don's  friends,  but 
with  a  single  exception,  they  were  all  too 
busy.  It  was  just  as  well.  An  emergency 
rehearsal  came  up  for  Don,  so  he  wouldn't 
have  been  there  anyway. 

Such  things  may  seem  trivialities,  but 
a  happy  marriage  demands  every  bit  as 
much  attention  as  a  successful  career.  Re- 
cently, Gwen  has  been  very  much  alone, 
with  the  result  that  any  appearance  pub- 
licly without  Don  stirred  comment.  If, 
while  Don  was  busy  talking  business  at  a 
Palm  Springs  dinner,  Gwen  seemed  to 
linger  too  long  in  the  company  of  Dean 
Martin,  it  was  nothing  to  her.  When  the 
story  broke  that  Gwen,  immediately  after 
the  separation  from  Don,  had  been  dating 
Dean  Martin,  she  was  in  tears.  She  called 
Dean  on  the  telephone  to  make  certain 
that  he  knew  that  she  didn't  have  any- 
thing to  do  with  the  linking  of  their  names. 
Dean,  who  had  never  liked  Gwen  too 
much  (not  all  Hollywood  personalities  are 
bosom  pals) ,  was  impressed  with  her  forth- 
right honesty.  At  this  writing,  they  have 
never  been  together,  except  for  a  few 
moments  at  a  time  at  crowded  parties,  and 
although  no  one  expects  to  give  out  affi- 
davits that  they  will  never  have  a  date 
in  the  future,  they  most  assuredly  have 
not  had  one  up  to  the  present  time.  Nor 
has  Donald  ever  dated  Mitzi  Gaynor,  even 
though  they  have  had  their  pictures  taken 
together.  You  can  expect,  however,  that 
this  false  rumor  will  crop  up  too,  if  it 
hasn't  already  in  some  irresponsible 
column.  Even  so  small  an  item  as  Gwen's 
acquiring  an  agent — at  the  suggestion  of 
Don,  incidentally — seemed  to  indicate  to 
the  gossips  that  she  was  more  interested 
in  a  career  than  in  a  home. 

The  "little  things"  which  have  destroyed 
many  a  marriage,  both  in  and  out  of 
Hollywood,  have  been  gnawing  away  at 
the  O'Connor  marriage  for  over  two  years. 
Finally,  at  a  friend's  suggestion,  Don 
broached  the  subject  of  consultation  with 
a  psychiatrist.  It  must  be  pointed  out  that 
young  married  couples  all  over  the  coun- 
try have  done  the  same  thing — not  be- 
cause they  are  mentally  deranged,  but 
simply  to  try  to  achieve  a  better  under- 
standing of  the  science  of  living.  Gwen 
O'Connor,  anxious  to  make  whatever  cor- 
rections were  necessary  in  her  thinking 
as  well  as  Don's,  agreed  to  the  idea. 

To  their  mutual  dismay,  the  news  leaked 
out.  There  would  be  little  purpose 
in  mentioning  any  of  this  here,  except 
that  it  is  important  to  the  O'Connor  mari- 
tal story.  A  lot  of  folks  in  Hollywood 
laughed  at  the  idea  of  their  seeking  psy- 
chiatric aid.  To  them  it  was  one  more  case 
of  another  actor  and  his  wife  going  a  little 
nutty.  The  truth  was  that  these  con- 
sultations brought  the  two  back  together, 
if  only  temporarily.  After  a  few  months 
during  which  they  earnestly  sought  to 
resolve  their  problems,  Gwen  and  Don 
went  to  Honolulu  for  a  second  honey- 
moon. 

Meantime  -Gwen  was  doing  all  right 
with  her  own  career  plans.  With  her  good 
friend,  Ann  McCormick  (Jackie  Coogan's 


ex-wife),  she  planned  to  join  a  troupe 
of  performers  headed  for  Korea  to  enter- 
tain our  troops  there.  Gwen  had  al- 
ready been  accepted  as  a  good  trouper 
on  the  Colgate  Hour.  There  was  nothing 
wrong  with  her  carrying  on,  even  though 
she  might  never  expect  to  become  as 
famous  as  her  husband.  However,  she 
never  made  that  trip.  The  undercurrent 
of  gossip  mounted.  One  evening  Gwen 
and  Don  had  a  lulu  of  an  argument  over 
some  infinitesimal  matter  neither  can  re- 
member. It  may  even  have  been  the  tone 
of  voice  of  one  or  the  other  that  set  off 
the  fuse.  All  they  knew  was  that  they 
were  tired;  weary  of  trying  to  discover 
where  and  why  they  had  lost  the  rich 
meaning  of  their  life  together. 
Don  moved  out. 

Today  you  need  only  to  bend  a  casual 
ear  to  the  wind  to  hear  people  who  know 
them  only  slightly  to  hear  phrases  like 
this  .  .  .  "It  should  have  happened  a  long 
time  ago"  .  .  .  "Gwen  wants  to  be  a  play 
girl"  .  .  .  Or,  "Don  gets  around  himself." 

The  rising  tide  of  Hollywood  opinion 
hurries  home  to  the  Donald  O'Connors 
more  swiftly  since  their  definite  rift.  But 
it  hasn't  prevented  them  from  having  din- 
ner together  on  several  occasions,  still 
seeking  to  discover  why  it  is  that,  after 
they  attained  the  goals  they  set  out  to 
achieve  nine  long  lean  years  ago,  they 
are  no  longer  together  to  share  a  triumph 
now  turned  bitter. 

Currently  both  Gwen  and  Don  are  hav- 
ing a  fling  on  their  own,  dating  other 
people.  But  the  more  they  are  apart,  the 
more  they  like  each  other's  company. 
Gwen  came  home  at  four  a.m.  one  morn- 
ing after  a  date  with  a  Hollywood  playboy, 
and  termed  night  life  a  real  nothing.  Next 
night  she  and  Don  went  to  the  Circle  J 
Ranch,  and  both  declared  they  had  a 
real  ball,  and  were  getting  tired  of  their 
so-called  freedom  from  domestic  woe. 
That's  why  real  intimates  are  predicting 
an  early  reconciliation  despite  columnists' 
reports. 

Nor  can  one  fact  be  denied.  Gwen  and 
Donald  O'Connor  privately  admit  that  they 
still  love  each  other.  If  this  is  so,  and 
they  can  look  at  each  other  across  the 
chasm  created  by  a  suit  for  divorce,  they 

I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

Before  he  went 
into  the  Army,  Vic 
Damone  was  doing 
a  personal  appear- 
ance in  Washing- 
ton. A  bunch  of  us 
went  backstage  to 
see  him  and  when 
he  came  out,  he 
said  he  didn't 
have  time  for  in- 
terviews and  told 
us  to  come  back  after  a  later  show. 

One  little  girl  remarked  sadly  that 
she  didn't  have  the  money  to  come 
back  on.  So  what  did  Vic  do?  He  took 
five  dollars  out  of  his  own  pocket 
and  gave  it  to  her  and  told  her  to 
take  a  taxi. 

Jean  Rossini 
Washington,  D.  C. 

may  be  able  to  retrace  their  steps  and 
hold  on  to  the  happiness  they  built  for 
each  other. 

And  they  don't  need  this  honest  attempt 
to  evaluate  their  lives  to  realize  the  most 
important  thing  of  all:  Technically  they 
still  will  remain  man  and  wife  for  almost 
a  year.  All  it  takes  to  assure  little  Donna 
O'Connor  that  Daddy  will  indeed  be  home 
tonight  is  a  couple  of  telephone  calls  to  a 
pair  of  attorneys. 

Let's  hope  they  do  it!  END 


lana  and  lex 


(Continued  from  page  36)  with  Alfred 
Gywnne  Vanderbilt  the  night  before  at 
Romanoff's.  Vanderbilt  had  come  out  to 
California  with  his  horses  for  the  opening 
of  the  Santa  Anita  race  track,  and  Mer- 
vyn,  an  old  friend'of  his,  had  said,  "Look, 
Alfred,  I  want  you  to  come  out  to  the  set 
tomorrow.  Lana  Turner  and  Ricardo  Mon- 
talban  are  going  to  dance  a  samba  in  this 
particular  scene,  and  I  think  you'll  like 
watching  it." 

Bright  and  early  the  next  morning,  Al- 
fred Vanderbilt  was  out  in  Culver  City 
watching  Ricardo  Montalban  as  he  re- 
hearsed with  Rita  Moreno.  These  two 
did  a  few  introductory  steps.  The  camera 
moved  in  and  the  focus  was  fixed.  Direc- 
tor LeRoy  turned  and  muttered  to  an  as- 
sistant. "Ready,"  he  said.  The  assistant 
shouted,  "Ready,  Miss  Turner." 

Dressed  gorgeously  in  an  evening 
gown,  the  top  half  of  which  consisted  of 
a  form-fitting  jersey  trimmed  with  sequins, 
Lana  emerged  from  her  portable  dressing 
room.  Behind  her  came  Lex  and  the  three 
children. 

They  congregated  at  the  left  of  the  cam- 
era as  Lana  took  her  place  by  Montalban. 
Graciously  Rita  Moreno  bowed  out  of  the 
picture.  "Okay,"  said  LeRoy,  "let's  try  it." 

He  walked  back  to  the  camera  and 
winked  at  Vanderbilt.  One  of  the  assist- 
ants thundered,  "Quiet!" 

"Okay,"  LeRoy  said  softly  to  his  camera- 
man.  "Roll  em." 

The  music,  a  special  samba  entitled  "A 
Little  More  Of  Your  Amour,"  and  especial- 
ly written  for  the  picture  by  Mario  Lanza's 
good  friend,  Nicky  Brodsky,  was  struck 
up.  Montalban  took  Lana  in  his  arms. 
They  started  to  dance.  They  looked  into 
each  other's  eyes. 

On  the  sidelines,  Lex  looked  on,  en- 
thralled and  fascinated.  What  a  difference 
between  a  musical  and  the  Tarzan  pictures 
he  makes. 

Lex's  two  children  looked  at  each  other 
and  grinned.  Lana's  daughter,  Cheryl, 
who  has  seen  her  mother  in  action  many 
times,  seemed  to  grow  restless  very  quick- 
ly.  She  wandered  off. 

When  the  "take"  was  over,  Lana  came 
over  to  Lex.  "You  were  wonderful,"  he 
said.  She  blew  him  a  little  feather  of  a 
smile,  then  called  out  to  her  child.  "Cheryl," 
she  said,  "Til  be  finished  after  one  more 
shot.  Now  you  stay  here  with  the  other 
kids.  Don't  run  off."  Cheryl,  who  is  nine, 
the  same  age  as  Barker's  daughter,  nodded 
and  returned  to  Barker's  side.  Lex  ran  his 
hand  through  her  hair.  The  camera  was 
rolled  back  for  a  medium  shot,  and  Lana 
and  Montalban  went  into  their  samba 
again.  Lex  grinned  as  he  watched  his  love- 
light. 

When  the  Christmas  holiday  was  over 
and  the  children  returned  to  school,  Lex 
used  to  show  up  on  the  set  himself,  or  if 
he  had  things  to  do,  he  usually  would  ar- 
range to  pick  Lana  up  after  work.  She 
rarely  rode  home  alone. 

It  got  so  that  the  gatemen  at  the  studio 
used  to  kid  Lex  and  call  him  Stagedoor 
J  ohnny. 

I"  ex  makes  no  bones  about  being  daffy 
■LJ  over  Lana.  "She's  a  wonderful  girl," 
he  says,  "and  I'm  more  than  fond  of  her. 
Maybe  some  people  don't  think  so,  but 
Lana's  got  an  awful  lot  of  depth.  She's 
been  around.  She  knows  a  good  many 
things,  and,  insofar  as  I'm  concerned,  her 
friendship  is  an  extremely  worthy  thing. 
I  can  tell  you  that  she's  a  much  higher- 
type  young  woman  than  a  lot  of  the  girls 
you  come  in  contact  with  back  home." 

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in  Connecticut.  Lex  is  a  typical  product 
of  suburban  life,  and  he  pretty  much  knows 
all  there  is  to  know  about  stag  lines,  com- 
ing-out parties,  and  the  Junior  League. 

His  younger  sister,  Frederica,  was  for 
many  years  one  of  the  outstanding  beauties 
at  the  various  country  clubs  in  and  around 
Westchester;  and  the  Barker  family  is  di- 
rectly descended  from  Roger  Williams,  the 
dissenter  who  founded  Rhode  Island.  So 
that  in  his  young  life  Lex  has  really  mixed 
with  the  cream  of.  suburban  society,  and 
when  he  says  that  Lana  has  much  more  on 
the  ball  than  the  girls  back  home,  you  can 
bet  his  opinion  is  founded  on  actual  ex- 
perience. 

Lex  is  the  first  of  his  family  to  desert  the 
world  of  high  finance  for  the  acting  pro- 
fession. To  be  perfectly  honest  about  it, 
his  father  still  considers  the  deviation  as 
a  part  of  growing  up  and  expects  that 
eventually  Lex  will  get  into  some  thriving 
business  venture,  Lana  Turner  or  no  Lana 
Turner. 

When,  after  leaving  Phillips-Exeter 
Academy,  Lex  decided  to  become  an  actor, 
his  father  looked  upon  the  entire  experi- 
ment with  a  jaundiced  eye.  He  agreed  to 
give  Lex  his  head  for  a  while  if  eventually 
the  boy  would  join  his  engineering  firm. 

"I  tried  to  learn  the  business  from  the 
ground  up,"  Lex  says.  "I  worked  around 
blast  furnaces  and  hot  strip  mills,  but  my 
heart  just  wasn't  in  it.-  I  enlisted  in  the 
Army,  and  when  I  got  out,  I  decided  to  re- 
sume my  acting  career.  Probably  if  I'd 
listened  to  my  father  I'd  be  worth  a  good 
deal  of  money  today,  but  I  like  show  busi- 
ness and  the  people  in  it.  Where  in  civil 
engineering  are  you  going  to  run  into  a 
girl  like  Turner?" 

When  Lex  first  arrived  in  Hollywood — 
it  was  in  1945  that  he  was  invalided  out  of 
the  Army  with  the  rank  of  Major— Lana 
Turner  was  just  a  name  to  him.  He  was 
married  to  an  attractive  girl  named  Connie 
Thurlow.  He  had  a  two-year-old  daugh- 
ter, and  he  was  looking  for  a  start  in  pic- 
tures. 

The  post-war  era  of  1945-1948  will  go 
down  in  the  history  of  the  cinema  as  the 
age  of  extravagance.  Business  was  so  good, 
motion  picture  companies  were  making  so 
much  money  that  they  could  afford  to  ex- 
pand their  list  of  contract  players  with  al- 
most reckless  abandon. 

Lex  was  one  of  them.  Fresh  from  the 
Army,  he'd  had  very  little  acting  experi- 
ence, a  few  years  of  summer  stock,  two  bit 
parts  on  Broadway,  nothing  else.  And  yet 
MCA,  a  talent  agency,  got  him  signed  by 
20th  Century,  then  Warners',  then  RKO, 
and  finally,  when  Sol  Lesser  was  looking 
for  a  new  Tarzan,  switched  him  from  RKO 
to  enact  the  character  fathered  by  the  late 
Edgar  Rice  Burroughs. 

There  is  an  old  saying  in  Hollywood  that 
frequently  the  price  of  fame  is  heart- 
ache. Certainly  this  was  true  in  Barker's 
case.  The  more  successful  his  career  be- 
came, the  faster  his  marriage  began  to 
founder.  By  1949  Lex  and  Connie  both  de- 
cided they'd  had  enough.  Six  months  after 
the  final  decree  was  issued  on  November 
2nd,  1950,  Lex  Barker  took  a  second  wife, 
actress  Arlene  Dahl.  The  willowy  red- 
head was  never  too  sure  about  the  eventual 
success  of  the  marriage  but  after  changing 
her  mind  a  couple  of  times,  decided  to  go 
through  with  the  wedding  ceremony. 

As  you  know  Arlene  used  to  be  under 
contract  to  MGM.  So,  of  course,  is  Lana 
Turner.  Occasionally  when  Lex  drove 
over  from  RKO-Pathe,  where  Sol  Lesser 
has  his  headquarters,  to  see  Arlene,  he 
would  run  into  Lana.  There  would  be  an 
exchange  of  polite  greetings  and  nothing 
else. 

Lana  was  married  to  Bop  Topping  at  the 
time.   She  had  a  heart  full  of  troubles,  and 


she  wasn't  at  all  "on  the  make."  Only 
when  Topping  packed  his  bags  and  moved 
out  did  she  snare  Fernando  Lamas  in  a 
fast  three  seconds.  In  1951  when  Lex  and 
Arlene  Dahl  were  first  married,  the  pos- 
sibility of  Lex  getting  together  with  Lana 
was  about  as  remote  as  a  marriage  between 
Margaret  O'Brien  and  Mickey  Mouse. 

Career  trouble  is  what  broke  up  the 
Dahl-Barker  marriage.  That,  at  least,  is 
what  Lex  says.  He  thinks  in  retrospect 
that  Arlene  was  more  interested  in  becom- 
ing a  movie  star  than  in  becoming  a  good 
wife. 

"The  best  part  of  our  marriage,"  he  says, 
"was  when  Arlene  left  Metro  and  sat 
around  home  for  six  months  doing  noth- 
ing. Then  someone  came  along  and  offered 
her  a  deal  selling  lingerie.  She  thought 
she'd  get  into  it  just  as  a  sideline.  It  wasn't 
a  sideline  at  all.  It  became  a  big  thing. 
Then  her  career  started  up  again.  She 
was  offered  movie  jobs.  Naturally,  she  took 
them.  We  had  one  break-up  and  then  de- 
cided on  a  reconciliation.  I  went  out  of 
town  on  location  for  three  weeks  and  when 
I  came  back  she  hit  me  with  the  divorce 
idea.  She  said  she  had  decided  that  our 
marriage  wouldn't  work.  Boy!  What  a 
reconciliation!" 

You  have  probably  heard  or  read  some- 
where that  Lana  first  "picked  up"  Lex 
at  the  Marion  Davies  party,  that  wild  ex- 
travaganza thrown  in  honor  of  Johnny 
Ray. 

All  that  Lana  did  was  to  ask  Lex  for  a 
dance  since  her  own  date,  Fernando  Lamas, 
was  none  too  attentive.  Lex  was  not  a  stag. 
He  had  come  to  the  party  with  Susan 
Morrow,  but  when  Lana  asked  for  a  dance 
he  gallantly  consented. 

By  now,  everyone  knows  what  happened. 
When  Fernando  saw  his  Lana  snuggled 
up  in  the  arms  of  Lex  Barker,  the  fiery 
South  American  from  Buenos  Aires  blew 
his  top. 

Two  days  later  the  Lamas-Turner  love 
affair  was  a  thing  of  the  past  and  Fernando 
was  bounced  out  of  Latin  Lovers,  the  film 
he  was  originally  scheduled  to  star  in  op- 
posite Lana. 

"I'm  sorry,"  Fernando  said,  "that  Miss 
Turner  refuses  to  be  my  friend  but  I  re- 
spect her  wishes." 

A  week  later,  Lamas  was  dining  in  pub- 
lic with  Arlene  Dahl,  and  Lana  Turner  was 
dining  in  private  with  Arlene  Dahl's  ex- 
husband.  In  short,  the  two  beautiful 
actresses  had  exchanged  lovers.  By-gones 
were  by-gones. 

Arlene  and  Lamas  made  no  secret  or 
their  mutual  affection.  They  were  seen 
everywhere  together.  Lana  and  Lex  were 
a  bit  more  circumspect.  It  took  three 
weeks  before  their  companionship  became 
public  property.  When  it  did,  it  blazed 
brightly,  especially  in  Palm  Springs  where 
both  of  them  spent  their  vacation. 

Not  too  long  ago,  Lex,  who  has  a  com- 
fortable little  apartment  a  mile  or  so  from 
20th  Century-Fox,  was  visited  by  a  family 
friend  from  back  East.  This  woman,  an 
elderly  lady  in  her  50's,  was  touring  the 
studios,  and  Lex  told  her  to  please  use  his 
apartment  as  her  Hollywood  headquar- 
ters. 

"During  the  course  of  the  day,"  he  ex- 
plained, "you're  liable  to  get  tired.  I  want 
you  to  come  up  to  the  apartment  and  rest 
any  time  you  feel  like,  it  Here's  a  key  " 

One  afternoon  the  visitor  from  back  East 
did  exactly  that,  whereupon  the  phone  in 
Lex's  apartment  rang  and  the  lady  an- 
swered it.  Lana  Turner  was  on,  and  wher 
a  woman  answered,  the  actress  boilec 
When  Lex  phoned  for  a  date  that  night 
Lana  wouldn't  talk  to  him.  Presently  sh  i 
did,  demanding  to  know,  "Who  is  the  girl 
you  had  in  your  apartment"  around  four  thi 
afternoon  you  two  timer,  you!" 


Lex  explained  everything  satisfactorily, 
but  this  merely  shows  that  when  Lana  gives 
her  heart  to  any  man  she  expects  him  to 
play  fair.  She  has  always  been  a  one- 
man-at-a-time  woman. 

Oddly  enough  when  you  ask  Lana  about 
Lex,  she  weighs  her  words  very  carefully. 
"He's  an  extremely  nice  gentleman,"  she 
says,  "and  great  fun  to  be  with — or  I 
wouldn't  be  with  him." 

When  you  ask  if  there  is  any  chance 
of  her  marrying  Lex,  she  says,  "I've  had 
enough  of  marriage  to  last  me  for  some 
time."  Lana  has  said  this  before,  how- 
ever, so  it  doesn't  mean  much.  What  does 
mean  a  lot  is  that  Barker  will  not  be  free 
to  marry  until  October  15,  1953,  at  which 
time  Lana  will  be  living  somewhere  in 
Europe,  probably  in  Monaco  where  she  is 


in  residence  at  the  time  of  this  writing, 
Despite  the  fact  that  she  has  earned 
close  to  a  million  dollars  in  the  past  15 
years,  Lana  doesn't  have  very  much 
money.  If  she  works  in  Europe  for  the 
next  18  months,  she  can  earn  approximate- 
ly $350,000  tax  free. 

Lana  insists,  however,  that  the  tax-ex- 
emption is  not  why  she  left  Hollywood. 
"I  just  wanted  to  get  away  from  around 
here,"  she  explains.  "I  needed  a  new  out- 
look, a  new  environment,  to  meet  some 
new  people." 

And  being  the  Lana  she  is,  she  also 
needed  a  new  heart  interest.  In  Lex  Bar- 
ker she  has  found  a  most  avid  one — and  as 
they're  saying  in  Hollywood  tonight,  "Here 
are  two  fine  people  who  really  deserve 
each  other."  END 


how  young  Hollywood  lives 


(Continued  from  page  59)  appearance 
tours. 

Marge  and  Gower  Champion  own  a  love- 
ly hillside  home  equipped  with  swim- 
ming pool  because  their  salary  is  $2,500  a 
week  and  night  club  appearances  bring 
them  another  $7,500  a  week. 

Liz  Taylor  and  her  husband  Mike  Wild- 
ing can  afford  to  own  a  swank  modern 
home  overlooking  a  picturesque  canyon, 
because  after  ten  years  in  the  business,  Liz 
has  managed  to  save  more  than  $40,000  and 
has  signed  a  new  contract  which  brings 
her  close  to  $150,000  a  year. 

But  these  are  the  exceptions. 

XTcw  about  youngsters  like  Roberta 
Haynes,  Joanne  Gilbert,  Terry  Moore, 
Joyce  Holden,  Debbie  Reynolds,  Debra 
Paget,  Janet  Leigh,  Farley  Granger,  Bob 
Wagner,  and  Dale  Robertson? 
Let's  take  a  look. 

Dale  Robertson  owns  a  house  out  in 
Reseda,  a  middle-class  community  20  miles 
from  the  studio,  which  he  bought  on  the 
G.I.  loan — nothing  down  and  around  $55 
a  month.  It's  a  simple  stucco  job,  two  bed- 
rooms, one  for  Dale  and  his  wife,  and  one 
for  their  baby  daughter  Rochelle.  Rob- 
ertson is  one  of  the  boys  who  likes  cars, 
especially  convertibles,  but  no  Cadillac  or 
big  job  for  him.  He  has  a  business  man- 
ager who  limits  him  to  spending  money  of 
$20  a  week  even  though  Dale  is  currently 
earning  $1,000  a  week. 

Young  actresses  like  Debbie  Reynolds, 
Debbie  Paget,  Mitzi  Gaynor  and  several 
others  either  live  with  their  mothers  in 
small  establishments  or  rent  conveniently 
located  apartments. 

Typical  of  the  smart  young  career  girl 
is  Joyce  Holden.  Ever  since  she  came  to 
Hollywood  from  Kansas,  Joyce  has  lived 
in  a  series  of  bachelorette  apartments,  one 
larger  than  the  other.  Right  now  she  oc- 
cupies a  two-bedroom  garden  apartment 
in  the  San  Fernando  Valley.  With  each 
move,  Joyce  adds  to  her  collection  of 
antique  furniture  by  haunting  the  second- 
hand antique  shops  and  attending  the 
auctions.  Her  interest  in  Early  American 
furnishings  began  on  a  farm  in  Colony,' 
Kansas,  where  she  spent  every  summer 
until  she  was  12.  Her  aunt  and  uncle,  Vern 
and  Jesse  Nichols,  owned  the  farm,  and 
when  Joyce  grew  up  and  came  to  Holly- 
wood, they  gave  her  the  four-poster  can- 
opy bed  she  had  slept  on  as  a  little  girl. 

Like  most  of  the  young  actresses  in 
town,  Joyce  likes  lots  of  company.  She 
often  invites  eight,  ten,  twelve  guests  home 
for  dinner.  She  also  believes  that  every 
girl  living  alone  should  have  a  pet.  In  her 
own  case  the  lease  on  her  apartment  ex- 
pressly prohibited  pets  of  any  sort,  but 
when  Joyce  moved  in  she  found  a  for- 


lorn, copper-colored  cat  squatting  right 
in  the  middle  of  the  living  room.  The  cat 
still  resides  in  that  apartment. 

D  oberta  Haynes  is  another  apartment- 
Al  dweller.  Even  though  she  was  raised 
in  Encino,  not  too  far  from  Hollywood, 
she  talked  her  parents  into  letting  her  fur- 
nish her  own  apartment  near  Columbia 
Studios.  It  was  this  organization  which 
signed  Roberta  after  she  had  finished  Re- 
turn To  Paradise  opposite  Gary  Cooper. 

The  dark-haired,  exotic- looking  young 
beauty  began  to  furnish  her  three-room 
flat  by  buying  a  box  spring  and  mat- 
tress. After  that,  as  she  earned  more 
money,  she  spent  it  on  modern  furniture 
made  of  wood,  wrought  iron,  and  foam 
rubber.  Finishing  touches  are  products  of 
her  own  handiwork.  Drapes,  curtains,  a 
few  paintings.  Because  her  salary  is  rela- 
tively small,  Roberta,  who  likes  to  read, 
buys  25-cent  paper-covered  books.  The 
money  she  doesn't  invest  in  clothes,  she 
spends  on  records  and  art  prints,  only  she 
can  never  decide  which  prints  to  frame. 

Dawn  Addams  is  another  young  actress 
who  likes  to  re-decorate  her  studio  apart- 
ment. Dawn  is  the  petite  English  girl  who 
made  such  a  startling  first  impression  on 
moviegoers  when  they  saw  her  in  MGM's 
Plymouth  Adventure.  Like  her  own  color- 
ful background — her  father  is  an  English 
Army  officer  and  she's  lived  all  over  the 
Empire — her  place  is  unorthodox.  It  con- 
sists of  a  series  of  rooms  on  different  levels. 
The  living  room  is  three  steps  above  the 
street.  The  dinette  is  two  steps  down  from 
the  living  room,  and  the  bedroom  is  up 
one  flight  on  a  gallery  overlooking  the 
whole  apartment.  In  the  tradition  of  a 
soldier's  family,  Dawn  has  filled  her  small 
apartment  with  mementoes  from  home, 
and  also  a  piano,  on  which  her  current 
boyfriend,  Farley  Granger  likes  to  practise. 

Another  European  who's  made  a  good  go 
of  things  in  Hollywood  is  German-born 
Ursula  Thiess,  one  of  actor  Robert  Tay- 
lor's great  heart  interests.  Ursula's  apart- 
ment on  Wilshire  Boulevard  is  a  far  cry 
from  the  bombed-out  rubble  that  was  once 
her  home  in  Hamburg. 

As  you  probably  know,  Ursula's  picture 
on  the  cover  of  "Life"  is  what  got  her  an 
RKO  contract  in  this  country.  When  she 
arrived  in  New  York  two  years  ago,  she 
knew  no  English  so  that  the  studio  had  to 
arrange  for  a  series  of  interpreters  to  go 
around  with  her  in  Manhattan  as  well  as 
Hollywood.  Ursula's  Hollywood  interpreter 
was  a  young  girl  of  her  own  age  named 
Rosalie  Harding.  With  the  bond  of  language 
between  them,  a  close  friendship  sprang 
up  between  these  girls,  and  in  a  little 
while,  Rosalie  asked  Ursula  to  leave  her 
lonely  hotel  room  and  share  a  room  in  the 
Harding  household.  When  her  English  was 
fluent  enough,  Ursula  was  sent  to  India  to 
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After  three  months  she  returned  to  the 
Harding  house,  but  then  decided  that  if 
she  was  ever  going  to  make  the  break, 
she  had  best  make  it  then.  She  was  con- 
vinced that  her  English  was  good  enough, 
so  she  and  Rosalie  went  apartment-hunt- 
ing. They  found  a  modern  suite  of  three 
rooms  with  porch  overhanging  Wilshire 
Boulevard.  Ursula  then  bought  "Pappy," 
a  French  poodle  to  keep  her  company. 

Like  most  German  girls  Ursula  loves  to 
cook,  and  since  Bob  Taylor  doesn't  par- 
ticularly like  to  make  the  rounds  of  night 
clubs  or  to  be  seen  in  public,  many  of 
their  dates  consist  of  home-cooked  meals. 

Joanne  Gilbert,  the  young  nightclub  sing- 
er who  made  such  a  sensational  debut 
at  the  Mocambo  that  she  was  signed  by 
Paramount  for  Red  Garters,  represents  the 
school  of  young  girls  who  live  with  their 
mothers. 

Joanne's  parents  are  separated  which  is 
true  of  Mitzi  Gaynor's,  Peggy  Ann  Gar- 
ner's, Jane  Powell's,  Margaret  O'Brien's, 
and  many  others — and  Joanne  and  her 
mother  occupy  a  one-bedroom  apartment 
in  the  heart  of  Hollywood.  "It's  really  too 
small,"  Joanne  says,  "and  now  that  I'm 
making  a  little  money  we're  looking  for  a 
larger  place.  I  also  drive  a  '49  Chewy — 
it's  crumpling,  it  really  is — and  I  guess  I'll 
have  to  get  a  new  car." 

Practically  the  only  young  Hollywood 
star  who  doesn't  own  a  car  is  Ursula  Thiess, 
and  that's  because  she  doesn't  know  how 
to  drive. 

Joanne  Gilbert's  night  club  act  is  booked 
in  at  $3,000  a  week,  so  that  it  shouldn't  be 
too  long  before  the  Gilbert  gal  winds  up 
with  a  Ford  convertible  and  at  least  a 
two-bedroom  apartment. 

The  youngsters  who  have  the  biggest 
and  swankiest  apartment  in  Hollywood  are 
Janet  and  Tony  Curtis;  and  they  certain- 
ly deserve  it.  For  five  years  they've  both 
worked  long  and  hard  and  have  finally 
reached  the  point  in  life  where  a  monthly 
rental  of  $400  doesn't  tax  their  financial 
setup  too  heavily.  Their  combined  weekly 
salary  is  close  to  $2,500 — that  is,  when 
they're  working.  Before  they  found  their 
current  penthouse  apartment,  Janet  and 
Tony  lived  in  a  small  furnished  job  a  few 
blocks  away. 

'  As  a  matter  of  fact,  Joan  Evans  and  her 
husband  Kirby  Weatherley  occupy  that 
same  sort  of  furnished  apartment  which 
is  typical  of  what  Southern  California  has 
to  offer  young  marrieds  in  the  way  of 
housing. 

When  Joan  and  Kirby  decided  to  get 
married  last  June,  over  Joan's  parents' 
objections,  the  bride-to-be  had  exactly  24 
hours  in  which  to  find  an  apartment.  "I 
think  we  did  the  right  thing,"  Joan  says, 
"in  renting  a  small  furnished  unit  to 
start  with.  I  was  making  Column  South 
after  the  wedding  and  still  I  could  manage 
to  cook  and  keep  house  without  any  extra 
help.  If  we  had  bought  a  house  we'd  have 
had  to  hire  people  to  run  it.  I  think  a  small 
place  during  the  first  year  of  marriage 
gives  the  bride  more  time  to  devote  to 
cooking  and  fixing  things  up." 

Joan  has  another  theory  that  not  having 
to  do  housework  before  you're  married 
makes  the  job  more  interesting  after  you've 
got  a  husband  to  take  care  of.  At  least 
it's  worked  out  that  way  for  her. 

She  had  a  separate  wing  in  her  parents' 
home,  but  her  grandmother  or  the  family 
housekeeper  was  always  on  hand  to  cook 
and  pick  up  after  her.  Not  burdened  with 
the  pre-wedding  task  of  cooking,  she  now 
loves  to  prepare  three  meals  a  day.  Ac- 
cording to  Kirby,  his  wife  is  an  inventive 
and  very  clever  short-order  cook.  Once  she 
expects  guests  for  dinner,  however,  Joan 
is  a  meticulous  planner.  A  list  of  remind- 
ers to  herself  reads  like  this:  "Toasted 


cheese  fingers,  page  8  in  recipe  book,  make 
spread  before;  avocado  salad,  make  be- 
fore; Beef  Casserole,  p.  121,  ready  by  6:00; 
French  peas  p.  184,  allow  time  to  shell; 
rolls,  don't  forget,  melt  butter;  sherbet; 
coffee,  make  early." 

OF  all  the  young  marrieds  in  Hollywood, 
the  Rory  Calhouns  seem  to  have  hit 
the  jackpot  insofar  as  houses  are  con- 
cerned. A  year  ago,  Rory  asked  his  Lita 
what  she'd  like  for  a  fourth  anniversary 
present.  She  said  a  house  of  their  own 
with  grounds  and  swimming  pool. 

Rory  has  the  luck  of  the  Irish.  He  found 
a  family  that  was  moving  back  East  and 
was  ready  to  take  a  loss  on  their  8-room 
colonial  in  Beverly  Hills.  Rory  snapped 
the  bargain  up  without  reading  the  com- 
plete terms  of  sale.  Later,  much  to  his 
amazement,  he  learned  that  a  swimming 
pool  from  the  old  Will  Rogers'  estate  went 
with  his  purchase. 

Rory  is  a  crack  wood-worker  and  has 
already  transformed  one  guest  bedroom 
into  a  beautifully-panelled  bar.  He  also 
hopes  to  remodel  the  unfinished  structure 
atop  his  garage  into  a  large  playroom. 

The  Calhouns,  and  this  is  true  of  most 
young  acting  couples,  have  no  full-time 
cook  or  housekeeper;  so  that  they  run 
their  home  on  a  very  casual  basis.  Their 
door  is  always  open  and  it's  recognized  as 
a  paradise  for  free-loaders.  You  can  always 
get  a  free  meal  and  drink  at  the  Rory  Cal- 
houns, practically  no  questions  asked. 

In  contrast  to  the  old  Hollywood  stand- 
ards where  butlers  and  formality  ruled 
the  household  roost,  today  movieland  goes 
in  for  pleasant,  relaxed,  and  informal  liv- 
ing. Nowhere  is  this  motif,  this  way  of  life, 
more  conspicuous  than  at  the  home  of 
Jerry  and  Patti  Lewis. 

Jerry,  of  course,  earns  more  money  than 
any  youngster  under  the  age  of  30  through- 
out the  world.  He  averages  half  a  million 
a  year.  Thus,  when  Patti  talked  him  into 
buying  a  brick  colonial  house  with  pool 
in  the  Pacific  Palisades,  he  insisted  that 
he  must  have  one  small  wing  where  he 
could  indulge  himself  in  his  various  hob- 
bies, gun-collecting,  movie-making,  pho- 
tography, hell-raising,  and  so  forth. 

Jerry  decided  to  build  a  small,  separate 
rumpus  room.  The  idea  carried  him  away. 
When  construction  costs  on  this  small 
rumpus  room  hit  $20,000  wife  Patti  called 
a  halt.  But  not  for  long.  What  started  out 
to  be  a  hideaway  developed  into  a  de  luxe 
playhouse,  and  it's  here  that  Jerry  and 
his  gang  make  their  wild  movie  shorts, 
satirizing  well-known  film  hits. 

Right  now  the  playhouse  is  valued  at 
$120,000,  that  is  with  photographic  equip- 
ment included,  but  Jerry  says  it's  worth 
every  penny  in  fun  and  relaxation. 

Generally  speaking,  Hollywood  is  neither 
a  country  club  nor  a  night  club  town. 
Its  youngsters  are  shrewd,  intelligent, 
career-wise  and  in  some  cases  genuinely 
cultured.  They  appreciate  good  art,  good 
music,  and  good  clothes.  But  most  of  all 
they  appreciate  their  homes  on  which  they 
lavish  a  large  portion  of  their  earnings. 

•  They  feel  that  their  residence  and  its 
decor  reflects  their  standard  of  taste  which 
is  why  they're  always  re-modeling,  re- 
decorating, searching  for  new  furnishings, 
new  architects,  new  modes  of  expression. 

Essentially,  they  are  all  artists  with  a 
love  of  beauty  and  a  high  regard  for  style, 
and  more  than  any  other  element  they  are 
responsible  for  transforming  the  old-time 
sickening,  roccoco-ish,  ornate,  overbearing 
Hollywood  way  of  life  into  one  that  is 
simple,  modern,  clean,  and  stimulating. 

In  short,  the  young  householders  are  a 
credit  to  the  community;  much  more  so 
than  many  of  the  old-timers.  END 


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(Continued  from  page  67)  picked  up  the 
cards,  took  them  into  the  manager's  office 
and  began  looking  them  over.  They  were 
almost  unanimously  complimentary.  But 
something  else  was  much  more  important, 
and  the  studio  men  were  as  excited  as  kids. 

On  every  card  there  was  one  name.  Bur- 
ton. Burton.  Burton.  "More  of  this  man 
Burton."  "That  Richard  Burton  is  some- 
thing!^ "Where  has  this  Richard  Burton 
been?"  In  their  own  way,  in  their  own 
words  that  theater  audience  that  night 
made  a  new  star.  The  studio  people  were 
excited  because  audiences  have  never  been 
wrong.  The  movie  makers  have,  but  never 
the  audiences.  The  film  went  back  to  the 
cutting  room  for  minor  editing,  but  the 
order  was  out:  Don't  cut  a  foot  of  Burton! 

Subsequent  events,  such  as  the  casting 
of  Richard  Burton  in  the  leading  role  in 
The  Robe,  have  proven  that  the  movie  in- 
dustry think  he's  the  greatest  import  since 
Laurence  Olivier,  and  that  he  is  that  rare 
item  in  British  actors,  a  he-man  morsel 
for  American  women.  A  rugged  lad  with 
the  fire  it  takes  to  sweep  American  girls 
from  their  living  room  chairs  right  into 
the  movie  theaters. 

Mow  something  about  the  man  himself, 
for  you  will  be  seeing  a  good  deal  of 

him. 

Richard  Burton  has  no  traditional  back- 
ground that  could  qualify  him  to  be  an 
actor.  He  was  born  in  1925  in  Pont  Rhydy- 
fen  in  the  south  of  Wales,  coal  mining 
country.  He  was  one  of  13  children, 
the  tot  in  a  household  that  depended  for 
its  bread  on  the  work  its  men  did  in  the 
pits  and  a  youngster  of  13  is  a  man  in  the 
coal  country.  From  his  earliest  childhood, 
Richard  Burton  was  aware  of  the  poverty 
about  him,  but  his  lot  was  no  different 
from  his  neighbors'.  He  knew  the  pinch 
of  hunger,  the  dreadful  chill  of  insecurity, 
?ut>  he  says,  he  never  knew  unhappiness 
in  his  home,  or  at  any  time  as  a  child 
The  Welsh  have  backbones  that  stand  up 
under  strong  adversity— and  they  know 
how  to  smile. 

The  Burton  boys  were  all  sturdy  lads, 
and  as  tough  as  they  were  rugged. 

"We  lived  in  the  slums,  right  in  the 
leart  of  the  slums  of  our  town,"  Burton 
->ays.  'My  real  name  is  Jenkins,  and  we 
tfere  called  the  Jenks,  the  scourge  of  the 
top  end'  of  the  town.  There  was  an 
.nsh  family,  equally  as  violent  as  we,  and 
hey  were  the  scourge  of  the  'lower  end' 
>f  the  town.  The  two  families  were  in  a 
constant  feud. 

"When  I  went  to  school,  being  the 
'oungest  of  the  Jenks,  I  had  the  full  pro- 
motion of  my  brothers,  and  not  a  teacher 
lared  lay  a  hand  on  me— although  Welsh 
eachers  are  known  for  their  corporal  pun- 
ishment of  pupils.  But  even  so,  I  always 
onsidered  it  an  insult  to  be  called  a 
enks. 

There  was  actually  never  any  en- 
auragement  given  the  Jenkins  boys  to 
et  out  of  the  mines  and  into  other  lines 
t  work,  certainly  not  into  anything  cul- 
iral  Richard's  father,  now  a  man  of  80, 
ad  been  a  miner  all  his  life,  and  just  re- 
red  a  couple  of  years  ago.  The  boys  did 
owever,  take  off  on  their  own  and  today 
ley  are  scattered  about  the  world  work- 
ig  at  everything  from  professional  foot- 
a  1  (soccer)  to  soldiering.  Richard  is  the 
uy  one  in  the  theater. 

hile  he  was  still  an  infant,  Richard 
Burtons  mother  died  and  he  went  to 
/e  with  a  sister  who  was  then  22  and 

a  coaI  miner-  He  remained 
itn  her  for  more  than  ten  years.  As  he 


says  himself,  he  was  a  "rough"  boy,  and 
if  it  hadn't  been  for  meeting  a  man  by 
the  name  of  Meredith  Jones  he  might  still 
be  so  today.  Very  few  boys  in  Richard's 
district  spoke  English.  Welsh  was  the 
common  tongue  in  the  homes.  Jones  dis- 
covered that  Richard  had  an  ear  for 
English  and  tutored  him.  Consequently, 
when  it  came  time  to  take  the  entrance 
examination  into  what  corresponds  to  our 
high  school  (it  was  in  English,  of  course) 
Richard  passed— and  became  the  first  boy 
from  his  district  in  35  years  to  do  so. 

When  he  was  13  years  old,  a  double 
crisis  came  into  his  life.  His  sister's  hus- 
band came  down  with  an  attack  of  silico- 
sis, the  disease  which  attacks  the  lungs  of 
miners,  and  a  depression  hit  South  Wales. 
It  became  necessary  for  the  boy  to  go  to 
work,  so  he  became  a  shop  assistant  in 
an  establishment  dealing  in  men's  suitings 
and  worked  there  for  almost  a  year  until 
the  family's  financial  lot  improved. 

This  breach  in  his  education  was  in  real- 
ity something  of  a  Godsend,  as  it  was  to 
prove  later,  for  when  he  went  back  to  the 
halls  of  learning  a  new  teacher  had  ar- 
rived, a  man  named  Phillip  Burton,  who 
has^  had  a  tremendous  influence  on  Rich- 
ard's life  ever  since.  As  a  matter  of  fact, 
when  Richard  became  an  actor  he  took 
Burton's  name. 

"Phillip  Burton  didn't  see  anything  in  me 
at  first,"  Richard  says.  "I  saw  something 
in  him.  He  was  an  erudite  man  and  seemed 
to  possess  all  of  the  qualities  I  wanted 
to  develop  in  myself.  At  that  time  I  wasn't 
sure  just  what  I  wanted  to  be.  I  used 
to  admire  the  eloquence  of  the  preachers 
at  the  churches  I  attended,  and  I  some- 
times- thought  I,  too,  wanted  to  be  a 
minister.  And  then  I  learned  that  Burton 
was  a  writer  and  had  been  an  actor,  so 
I  went  to  him  one  day  and  told  him  I 
wanted  to  be  an  actor  and  asked  him  to 
help  me." 

The  announcement  that  Richard  wanted 
to  be  an  actor  may  not  have  been  aston- 
ishing to  Phillip  Burton,  but  it  most  cer- 
tainly was  to  Richard's  family.  In  the  dis- 
trict he  lived  actors  were  considered 
"sissy"  to  say  the  least,  and  Richard's 
brothers  could  not  have  been  more  taken 
aback. 

"I  had  a  vast  ego  by  this  time,"  Richard 
says,  "and  it  was  somewhat  deflated  when 
Phillip  Burton  informed  me  there  were  a 
number  of  things  against  me.  There  was 
the  district.  I'd  get  no  help  there,  as  the 
natives  thought  the  proposition  that  people 
got  paid  for  prancing  about  on  a  stage 
fantastic.  I  had  a  tendency  toward  chub- 
biness;  and  I  was  short  at  14.  But  I  was 
persistent,  so  eventually  he  gave  me  a 
small  part  in  a  school  play— and  later  on 
a  larger  part.  I  imagine  I  was  appalling, 
but  it  was  a  start." 

Phillip  Burton  must  have  seen  some- 
thing of  the  spark  that  was  to  hold 
legitimate  theater  audiences  in  London 
entranced  later  on,  for  suddenly  he  began 
a  strict  supervision  of  the  young  man's 
theatrical  activities,  having  him  come  to 
his  home  a  couple  of  hours  each  evening 
tor  tutoring.  He  began  with  a  general 
cultural  course  of  education  and  then 
carried  on  through  with  speech  and  the 
rudiments  of  stagecraft. 

"There  were  times  I  thought  I'd  go  mad," 
says  Richard,  "but  Burton  never  let  up  on 
me.  My  Welsh  accent  was  very  thick,  and 
he  d  take  a  speech  from  a  play  by  Shakes- 
peare or  Shaw  and  make  me  learn  to 
speak  it  exactly  as  he  did.  It  was  very 
difficult  for  me.  I'd  stand  in  front  of  him 
by  the  hour  repeating  after  him  exactly 
like  a  parrot.  He  was  in  advanced  middle 
age  and  tended  to  be  pedantic,  and  he 
never  once,  during  the  first  two  years  he 
worked  with  me^ever  said  he  thought  I'd 
be  a  good  actor."  (Continued  on  next  page) 


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At  the  conclusion  of  his  high  school 
education,  at  16,  Richard  got  an  oppor- 
tunity to  take  an  entrance  examination 
for  Oxford.  It  was  the  turning  point  in  his 
life,  but  it  seemed  certain  he  would  flunk 
out. 

"I  could  tell  you  what  two  and  two 
were,"  he  says,  "but  beyond  that  mathe- 
matics were  a  total  mystery  to  me.  That's 
when  Phillip  Burton  came  to  the  rescue 
again.  He  began  to  teach  me,  and  one  day 
put  his  finger  on  the  kink  in  my  mind  that 
made  figures  difficult.  The  result  was  that 
I  breezed  through  the  examination." 

It  was  while  waiting  for  Oxford  that 
Richard  Burton's  big  break  came.  He  read 
an  ad  in  a  Cardiff  newspaper  stating  that 
an  actor  was  needed  for  a  role  in  an  Emlyn 
Williams  play,  and  he  had  to  speak  Welsh. 
Richard  was  only  16,  but  he  was  aware 
that  there  was  a  shortage  of  actors  due 
to  the  war,  so  he  applied  for  the  part  and 
got  it. 

Although  Cardiff  was  only  14  miles  from 
his  home  town,  young  Burton  had  never 
been  there  before  he  applied  for  that  job. 
The  trip  itself  was  almost  the  peak  of  a 
boy's  career,  but  when  he  found  himself 
in  the  West  End  of  London  a  few  weeks 
later,  rehearsing  on  a  real  stage  with 
celebrated  performers  he  thought  he  was 
in  heaven.  That  was  nothing  compared  to 
the  notices.  The  critics  were  unanimous 
in  their  praise  of  Burton's  talent,  all  say- 
ing, in  effect,  that  he  had  a  "remarkable 
quality"  on  the  stage. 

Tt  is  a  fantastic  thing  for  a  Welsh  mining 
boy  to  escape  the  pits,  but  it  is  equally 
odd  for  any  young  British  actor  to  escape 
the  years  of  repertory  and  make  his  pro- 
fessional debut  in  London's  West  End. 
Richard  Burton  had  done  both.  But  at  the 
end  of  seven  months,  Richard  left  the  play 
to  go  to  Oxford.  At  the  time  he  was  earn- 
ing a  slim  30  dollars  a  week.  It  may  not 
appear  so  much  to  Americans,  but  it  was 
exactly  double  what  his  father  was  mak- 
ing, after  spending  60-odd  years  in  the 
Welsh  coal  mines. 

When  he  was  17  years  old,  with  a  year 
of  Oxford  behind  him,  Richard  Burton  be- 
came eligible  for  military  service,  so  he 
enlisted  in  the  RAF,  where  he  stayed  for 
the  duration  of  the  war.  He  is  not  much 
of  a  military  man,  so  he  remained  an  en- 
listed man  all  during  his  service,  a  period 
of  three  and  a  half  years. 

Discharged  from  the  Army,  Burton  found 
himself  at  loose  ends,  much  as  many  young 
men  of  his  time  did.  He  had  to  make  up 
his  mind  if  he  wanted  to  remain  on  the 
stage  or  get  into  some  more  stable  occu- 
pation. The  stage  won,  for  a  try  anyway, 
so  Richard  took  his  last  bit  of  money,  went 
to  London,  and  called  on  a  man  named 
Binkie  Beaumont,  a  producer  who  had  seen 
him  act  before  the  service,  and  barged  into 
his  office  like  a  star  come  to  pick  up  his 
script. 

"It  was  pretty  funny,"  Richard  says. 
"Although  he  had  asked  me  to  look  him 
up,  I  knew  he  didn't  remember  me.  After 
we  had  talked  a  few  minutes  he  excused 
himself — and  I  knew  when  he  came  back 
into  the  room  that  he  had  been  out  looking 
me  up.  Well,  the  result  was  that  that  very 
afternoon  they  brought  in  a  contract, 
which  I  eagerly  signed,  agreeing  to  pay 
me  ten  pounds  a  week." 

A  lot  of  experience  was  crammed  into 
that  year,  which  was  the  term  of  the  con- 
tract. Burton  appeared  in  half  a  dozen 
plays  and  in  one  movie,  which  he  didn't 
particularly  enjoy  making.  And  at  the 
end  of  that  time,  feeling  he  had  the  world 
by  the  tail,  he  went  out  and  applied  for 
a  job  as  a  free-lance  actor. 

"I'll  never  forget  it,"  he  says.  "It  was  the 
first  and  only  time  I  was  ever  fired.  They 
said  I  was  too  young,  but  I  believe  they 


thought  I  was  incompetent.  I  am  glad  to 
be  able  to  say,  though,  that  the  director 
who  fired  me  has  since  offered  me  any 
number  of  parts,  none  of  which  I  have 
been  able  to  take." 

IT  was  in  The  Lady's  Not  For  Burning,  a 
play  by  Christopher  Fry,  that  Richard 
Burton  first  became  a  real  hit,  and  it  was 
in  this  play  that  he  made  his  debut  on 
the  American  stage  in  New  York.  From 
there  on  he  went  great  guns.  His  next  job 
was  playing  ten  months  of  Shakespeare 
at  Stratford-on-Avon  and  his  reputation 
was  made  as  far  as  British  audiences  were 
concerned.  It  was  while  working  at  Strat- 
ford-on-Avon that  Richard  got  his  first 
big-money  movie  contract.  Alexander 
Korda  came  to  see  him  and  signed  him  to 
a  multi-picture  deal,  which,  by  the  way, 
Burton  is  still  working  out.  It  calls  for  a 
picture  a  year  for  five  years.  It  is  odd,  in- 
cidentally, that  although  Burton  has  made 
four  of  these  films  none  have  been  made 
by  Korda.  He  has  been  loaned  to  other 
producers. 

Richard  Burton  is  married  to  a  tiny  elf 
of  a  woman  with  prematurely  greying  hair 
who  was  formerly  named  Sybil  Williams. 
They  met  while  he  was  making  his  first 
film,  Woman  Of  Dolwyn.  Sybil,  still  in 
school,  had  gotten  a  job  working  in  the 
movie  during  her  vacation,  and  their  meet- 
ing could  reasonably  be  called  love  at  first 
sight,  for  they  were  married  shortly  after 
they  met  on  February  5,  1948.  Sybil,  too, 
is  Welsh,  and  was  raised  in  a  town  just 
a  few  miles  from  Richard's  home,  but  they 
never  met  until  they  came  to  London  after 
they  had  grown  up. 

Although  many  miles  separate  Richard 
Burton  from  the  Welsh  mining  town 
that  was  his  home  as  a  boy,  he  has  never 
lost  touch,  and  each  week  he  writes  a  letter 
to  his  sister,  Cecilia  James,  who  raised 
him,  and  she  reads  it  to  the  rest  of  the 
family.  He  is  not  in  touch  with  most  of 
his  brothers,  though,  claiming,  rightfully, 
that  he'd  have  to  have  a  mimeograph 
machine  to  accomplish  this.  It  is  an  odd 
arrangement,  this  letter  writing,  because 
to  this  day  none  of  the  family  has  ever 
answered  one  of  Richard's  letters.  But 
they  know  he's  all  right. 

Money  is  not  one  of  the  important  things 
in  Richard  Burton's  life,  although  his  cur- 
rent contract  to  make  The  Robe  is  one  of 
the  best  in  Hollywood. 

"I  have  a  respect  for  money,  though," 
Richard  says,  "because  I  have  seen  what 
the  lack  of  it  can  do  to  people.  My  sister, 
who  is  only  45,  looks  65  .  .  .  all  because  of 
the  years  of  poverty,  the  malnutrition,  the 
constant  need  and  struggle  for  money.  I 
think  it  was  for  her  I've  done  all  this.  I 
wanted  her  to  have  money.  But  I  also 
wanted  to  conquer  the  world  and  make 
her  proud  of  me." 

Life  in  Hollywood  is  a  lot  of  fun  for 
Richard  Burton.  He  likes  America.  He 
likes  people.  He  likes  fast  cars  and  the 
free  and  easy  way  of  life.  He  spends  a 
good  deal  of  his  time  in  the  company  of 
other  British  actors,  the  James  Masons, 
the  Grangers  and  Robert  Newton — but  he 
is  making  American  friends  fast.  He  is  a 
rather  shy  man  until  you  get  to  know  him, 
but  he  warms  to  people  and  he  appears  to 
be  the  kind  of  man  who  once  a  friend  will 
remain  a  friend  always. 

Off-screen  his  appearance  is  vital.  His 
head  is  large,  covered  with  a  shock  of 
dark  brown  hair,  worn  long  for  his  role  in 
The  Robe.  His  eyes  are  intense  and  prob- 
ing, and  the  other  features  masculine  and 
rather  classic.  The  marks  of  some  child- 
hood pox  are  on  his  skin,  and  he  enjoys 
referring  to  them  as  a  mark  of  ugliness. 
His  humor  is  quick  and  earthy,  and  he 
likes  to  drift  into  the  male  jokes  of  his 


boyhood,  told  in  the  vernacular  of  a 
Welsh  brat.  He's  not  a  tall  man,  probably 
slightly  under  six  feet,  but  he  gives  the 
impression  of  massive  strength  when  he 
enters  a  room.  He  is,  in  truth,  a  splendid 
figure  both  on-screen  and  off. 

As  he  looks  back  on  the  strange  story 
that  is  his  own  life,  Richard  Burton  would 
change  few  things.  Life  was  hard  in  Pont 
Rhydyfen,  but  it  was  never  without  love 
and  a  laugh.  The  rowdy  character  of  his 
formative  days  made  him  a  man  able  to 
cope  with  any  problem  of  his  manhood. 


He  carries  in  his  heart  a  great  respect  and 
gratitude  for  Phillip  Burton,  who,  by  his 
interest  and  hard  work,  saved  the  youngest 
of  the  Jenks  from  the  pits.  He  is  eager  to 
use  the  knowledge  he  struggled  to  come  by 
so  his  enthusiasm  is  boundless.  His  mind 
is  filled  with  memories  of  the  boosts  given 
him,  so  he  is  a  man  other  actors  will  find 
ready  to  give  them  a  leg  up  when  needed. 

All  of  these  things  are  seen  in  the  man's 
personality  and  in  his  work.  Richard 
Burton  is  indeed  a  star  who  will  add  to 
the  quality  of  American  movies.  END 


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(Continued  from  page  60)  the  woman 
she  can  be  or  see  in  one  of  her  romantic 
screen  roles.  Even  three  years  ago  when 
Debra  played  opposite  Jimmy  Stewart  in 
Broken  Arrow  her  femininity  seemed  lack- 
ing nothing  in  maturity.  Jimmy  turned 
way  once  from  a  clinch  with  Debra  to 
mutter  to  Delmar  Daves,  the  director,  "You 
can't  tell  me  that  this  girl  is  just  18." 

"She  isn't,"  Delmar  agreed.  "She  isn't 
even  16  yet!" 

The  whistle  which  came  from,  Jimmy 
Stewart's  lips  at  that  rejoinder  has  been 
echoed  admiringly  many  times  since,  but 
also  despairingly  by  would-be  boy  friends 
who  always  find  themselves  getting  no- 
where in  their  attempts  to  get  anywhere 
with  her.  Just  to  catch  a  few  minutes 
alone  with  Debra  is  something  practically 
none  of  them  can  boast  about.  Debra 
may  be  19  today  but  it  is  still  one  of  Hol- 
lywood's rarities  to  see  her  anywhere 
without  her  mother,  Mrs.  Margaret  Griffin. 

In  fact,  if  Debra  should  ever  be  asked 
that  standard  courtroom  query,  "Where 
were  you  on  the  night  of  (or  the  morn- 
ing of,  or  the  afternoon  of)  ...  et  cetera?" 
she  can  always  tell  the  truth  by  replying, 
"With  my  mother." 


I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

We  were  visit- 
ing the  Kellogg 
Arabian  Horse 
Ranch  and  our 
nine-y  e  a  r-o  I  d 
with  his  first  box 
camera  was  anx- 
ious to  get  some 
pictures.  We  saw 
a  crowd  gathered 
around  one  of  the 
stalls  and  hur- 
ried over  to  see  what  was  happening. 

Barbara  Stanwyck  and  Robert  Tay- 
lor (who  were  still  Mr.  &  Mrs.) 
were  there  taking  delivery  on  an 
Arabian  colt.  They  were  surrounded 
by  autograph  seekers  on  all  sides. 

Our  nine-year-old  wormed  his  way 
through  the  crowd  until  he  was  right 
in  front  of  the  two  stars,  then  calmly 
turning  his  back  on  them,  he  took  a 
picture  of  the  horse! 

Fern  Hill  Colman 
Orange,  California 

Mother  is  with  her  when  she  arrives 
at  the  studio  in  the  morning.  Mother  is 
with  her  when  she  leaves.  In  between 
mother  is  with  her  at  make-up,  hair-dress- 
ing and  every  minute  on  the  set.  Mother 
is  there  at  conferences,  at  luncheon,  dur- 
ing interviews.  Mother  is  not  only  always 
there  but  except  for  the  moments  when 
Debra  is  actually  in  front  of  the  camera 
mother  does  most  of  the  talking.    It  is 


getting  so  that  people  who  ask  Debra  a 
question  automatically  turn  to  mother  for 
the  answer. 

Thus  her  professional  life.  Ditto  her 
personal  life.  It  is  spent  mostly  at  home 
with  her  sisters  and  brother,  their  friends, 
and,  of  course,  always  mother.  On  those 
occasions  when  she  attends  a  party  (usual- 
ly one  which  has  publicity  implications  or 
is  otherwise  blessed  by  her  studio)  it  is 
always  with  the  same  combination  escort- 
chaperon  and  shadow  .  .  .  mother.  On 
arrival,  mother's  presence  is  sometimes 
resented  by  the  host,  hostess  or  guests, 
but  she  is  so  breezy,  so  full  of  easy  cam- 
eraderie,  that  before  long  she  is  hailed  as 
the  life  of  the  party.  The  joking  and 
the  laughter  centers  around  her;  Debra, 
the  star,  the  celebrity,  is  content  to  sit 
quietly  by,  basking  in  her  mother's  tem- 
porary popularity. 

A  ctually,  since  the  days  of  Shirley  Tem- 
pie,  whose  mother  left  no  doubt  that 
she,  and  only  she,  made  Shirley's  de- 
cisions, Hollywood's  screen  mothers  have 
tended  to  stay  in  the  background  of  their 
children's  careers.-  Mrs.  Griffin  is  one 
of  the  few  exceptions  to  the  rule.  Another 
was  Margaret  O'Brien's  mother,  Mrs. 
Gladys  O'Brien,  who  once  declared,  very 
emphatically,  that  "A  movie  child  is  a 
child  who  does  as  she  is  told,  immediately, 
the  first  time."  (This  was  some  years  ago 
when  Margaret  was  her  studio's  prize 
possession.  Nobody  seems  to  know  what 
to  tell  Margaret  these  days.)  But  the 
mothers  of  such  contemporary  stars  as 
Barbara  Ruick,  Terry  Moore,  or  Debbie 
Reynolds,  for  instance,  are  not  at  all  in- 
clined to  such  an  attitude. 

Terry  Moore's  mother,  Luella  Koford, 
the  writer,  is  mainly  concerned  with  how 
Terry  is  represented  to  the  public;  she 
simply  wants  to  be  of  use  to  her  daughter 
and  the  best  way  she  can  accomplish  this 
is  by  giving  Terry  the  benefit  of  her  own 
experience  in  public  relations.  "I've  done 
nothing  since  Terry  has  been  in  pictures 
but  watch  out  for  her  art,"  she  said  not 
long  ago,  referring  to  exerting  a  restrain- 
ing influence  on  Terry's  bathing  suit  pic- 
tures in  general,  and  a  couple  of  flesh- 
colored  ones  in  particular.  "I  realize  the 
need  for  sexy  art  but  there  has  to  be  a 
stopping  place  somewhere." 

Mrs.  Maxine  Reynolds,  mother  of  the 
bouncing  Debbie,  is  a  natural  homemaker 
and  has  refused  to  let  her  daughter's  prom- 
inence interfere  in  any  way  with  that  most 
important  and  warming  duty.  And  as  far 
as  Barbara  Ruick  is  concerned  she  has 
had  parental  carte  blanche  to  live  her  own 
life  practically  all  her  life.  As  a  tot  she 
was  permitted  to  meet  the  guests  when 
her  folks  gave  parties  and  show  off  by 
reciting  for  all  "with  gestures."  The  guests 
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poise  that  has  stood  her  in  good  stead  be- 
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Ruick,  of  the  New  York  stage,  have  since 
been  divorced,  which,  of  course,  has  mini- 
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Debra's  mother  has  actually  said  these 
very  same  words  in  talking  about  her.  But 
while  she  may  speak  the  lines  of  a  modern 
Hollywood  mother,  she  doesn't  play  the 
part.  She  insists,  "The  only  reason  I  am 
with  Debra  a  lot  is  because  Debra  wants 
me  around."  And  Debra  always  nods  in 
confirmation. 

Mrs.  Griffin  goes  even  further.  She 
tries  to  play  friend  to  every  boy  who  wants 
her  to  speak  a  good  word  for  him  with 
her  daughter.  She  has  never  been  known 
to  discourage  one;  she  gives  every  evidence 
of  enjoying  being  known  as  a  good  sport. 
She  even  seems  to  make  a  practice  of 
being  heard  arguing  with  Debra  along  this 
line.  "Soandso's  a  nice  kid,"  you  can  hear 
her  tell  Debra  about  some  fellow.  "If  I  was 
your  age  and  unmarried  I'd  love  to  go  out 
with  him."  Debra  seldom  replies. 

Is  it  an  act? 

A  reporter  once  asked  Mrs.  Griffin  about 
this.  (Debra  was  right  there,  sitting  duti- 
fully alongside  her  mother  as  always.) 
"You  say  that  Debra  has  all  the  freedom 
she  wants,  if  she  wants  it.  But  isn't  that 
just  a  picture  you  are  painting?"  he  want- 
ed to  know.  "Isn't  it  true  that  you  never 
let  her  out  of  your  sight?" 

"Oh,  somebody's  been  kidding  you!" 
she  scoffed.  "Who  have  you  been  listening 
to?  I'm  not  straight-laced.  Why,  I  married 
when  I  was  three  years  younger  than 
Debra  is  right  now.  It's  just  Debra's  way. 
She  is  more  interested  in  her  work  than 
anything  else  right  now,  that's  all.  Tomor- 
row it  might  be  different.  Even  her  sisters 
rib  her  about  it  all  the  time;  keep  tell- 
ing her  she's  a  natural  old  maid  type." 

Debra  was  already  nodding  in  agree- 
ment. No  reporter  can  recall  any  instance 
when  she  and  her  mother  ever  disagreed — 
not  in  public,  that  is. 

The  one  outstanding  truth  about  Holly- 
wood mother -daughter  relationships,  an 
almost  unvarying  fate,  is  that  they  cool; 
the  thicker  the  pair,  the  more  prominent 
the  star,  the  quicker  and  more  solid  the 
frost.  The  latest  case  involves  Elizabeth 


Taylor  and  her  mother,  Sara.  It's  sad  but 
it  is  true.  Mrs.  Griffin  is  not  unaware  of 
this;  no  one  in  her  position  could  be.  May- 
be it  was  fear,  maybe  she  was  kidding, 
when  she  said  once,  "If  Debra  gets  uppity 
I'll  sit  on  her."  Maybe  she  was  kidding 
because  she  weighs  close  to  180  pounds 
and  doesn't  mind  joking  about  her  plump- 
ness. But  she  is  so  much  a  part  of  Debra's 
affairs  that  it  must  be  frightening  to  her 
to  contemplate  the  day  when  she  will  have 
nothing  to  say  about  them.  In  Debra  she 
lives  again  the  thrills  and  great  moments 
she  once  knew  herself  on  the  stage.  When 
that  is  taken  away  from  her  .  .  .  ? 

Debra  always  explains  her  preference 
for  her  mother's  company  along  personal 
lines.  She  says  she  has  Victorian  ideals 
about  romance  and  is  not  interested  in 
being  with  young  people  just  for  the  sake 
of  getting  around.  "I'm  a  firm  believer  in 
love  at  first  sight,"  she  has  said.  "Until 
that  happens  I  have  no  intention  of  dating 
even  casually.  Being  with  my  mother,  my 
family,  is  much  more  enjoyable  to  me  than 
being  in  the  company  of  some  man  in 
whom  I  have  no  permanent  interest." 

Some  boys  who  have  tried  to  get  to 
know  her,  and  failed,  don't  think  she  has 
told  the  whole  story  here.  "It's  hard  to  be- 
lieve," said  one,  "but  there  is  a  lot  of  little 
girl  in  that  big  girl." 

TJowever,  there. are  friends  of  the  Grif- 
fins,  studio  people  close  to  them  ever 
since  Debra  got  her  movie  start  at  the  age 
of  13,  who  have  a  more  simple  explanation 
for  Debra's  loyalty  to  her  kin. 

"Her  parents  have  a  tremendous  invest- 
ment in  Debra,"  said  a  woman  who  is  as- 
sociated with  Debra's  rise  to  stardom.  "It 
is  an  investment  not  only  in  money  but  in 
the  sacrifice  and  hardship  that  any  fam- 
ily finds  it  must  undergo  to  finance  the 
career  of  a  beauty.  Why  even  after  Debra 
starred  in  several  pictures  the  principal 
source  of  support  for  the  family  was  not 
her  salary  but  the  steady  wage  earned  by 
her  father  as  an  ordinary  painter.  Only 
three  years  ago  Debra  was  getting  $100  a 
week,  with  a  take-home  pay,  after  agent's 
commission  and  all  other  deductions,  in- 
cluding court-ordered  savings,  of  hardly 
$40  a  week!  Even  now,  with  a  salary  of  $500 
a  week  a  surprisingly  small  part  of  it  can 
actually  be  used  for  upkeep.  The  family 


is  still  paying  off  for  her  first  good  fur. 

"Debra  realizes  all  this.  She  saw  the 
penny-saving  that  went  on,  the  scrimping 
that  meant,  and  still  means,  living  in  small, 
cramped  homes,  and  she  wants  to  make 
sure  that  all  this  effort  is  justified.  And 
it's  because  she  doesn't  want  to  make  any 
mistakes  that  might  jeopardize  this  goal, 
in  her  personal  life  as  well  as  her  profes- 
sional one,  that  she  wants  the  benefit  of 
her  mother's  judgment  always. 

"Some  people  think  her  mother  is  fol- 
ishly  trying  to  shield  Debra  from  contact 
with  life.  They  forget  Mrs.  Griffin  was  on 
the  burlesque  stage  for  years  and  that 
Debra  was  raised  in  as  raw  an  environ- 
ment as  you  can  find  in  this  country.  Even 
if  she  tried,  her  mother  could  hardly  keep 
her  in  ignorance  of  life,  and  she  doesn't 
try.  Nor  is  Debra  ignorant.  She  isn't  afraid 
of  unknown  pitfalls;  it's  the  common  mis- 
takes she  doesn't  want  to  make;  the  ones 
any  young  actress  knows  about  and  can 
still  trip  over.  That's  where  Mama  comes 
in — to  help  Debra  make  sure." 

There  is  no  doubt  that  Debra  is  a  serious 
girl.  A  good  proof  are  all  the  "A  s"  she  got 
as  a  studio  scholar,  snatching  her  lessons 
on  the  set  between  acting  sessions.  School- 
ing doesn't  come  easily  this  way,  as  any 
educator  will  tell  you;  there  are  not  only 
too  many  interruptions,  there  are  too  many 
glamorus  distractions. 

Everyone  around  the  Fox  studios  re-  i 
members  a  weird  algebra  answer  Linda 
Darnell  turned  in  early  in  her  career 
when  one  afternoon  she  was  summoned  to 
class  by  her  teacher  right  after  a  tempest- 
ous  love  scene  in  front  of  the  camera. 
Linda  finished  an  equation  by  writing 
that  "X"  equals  "TP."  It  seems  she  was 
still  thinking  of  Tyrone  Power,  whose 
arms  she  was  just  left. 

Debra  has  impressed  her  teacher  with 
her  power  of  concentration.  Once,  during 
some  location  shooting  in  New  York  she 
had  to  take  an  examination  in  a  publicly 
parked  taxicab  which  the  studio  had  rent-  j 
ed  for  a  classroom.  Again  she  got  her  "A."  j 

Oddly  enough,  Debra  may  be  getting  ! 
some  freedom  soon  from  mother's 
supervision  whether  she  wants  it  nor  not. 
One  of  her  sisters  has  become  a  screen 
hopeful  at  another  studio.  Some  weeks  ago 
Universal-International  developed  a  strong 
yen  to  have  Debra  co-star  for  them  with 
Donald  O'Connor  in  Walking  My  Baby 
Back  Home.  They  had  a  tentative  talk 
with  Debra  (and  mother)  and  were  told 
that  20th  had  an  exclusive  contract. 

"But  why  don't  you  try  my  sister,  Lezlie 
Gae?"  suggested  Debra.  (If  you  like  the 
name  Lezlie  Gae  you  might  as  well  know 
that  in  the  Griffin  family  colorful  names 
do  not  happen  by  accident.  Mrs.  Griffin, 
with  show-minded  foresight,  christened 
all  her  children  with  names  she  thought 
would  look  good  on  theater  marquees. 
Debra's  full  name,  for  instance,  is  Debra- 
lee.  Another  grown  daughter,  now  mar- 
ried, is  called  Teala  Loring.  Then  there 
is  Debra's  older  brother  for  whom  Mrs. 
Griffin  really  reached  high,  wide  and  dra- 
matic. He  is  known  as  Ruell  Shayne.)  J 
The  studio  took  a  look  at  Lezlie  Gae  and 
liked  her  very  much.  She  didn't  get  the 
role  offered  to  Debra  but  she  is  off  to  a 
good  start.  The  only  trouble  is  that  which 
looms  ahead  for  Mrs.  Griffin.  Universal- 
International  is  about  ten  miles  from  20th 
Century -Fox.  She  can't  be  in  two  places 
to  watch  two  daughters! 

So  maybe  some  changes  are  in  order: 
But  as  of  this  date  Debra  and  her  mother 
are  still  a  going  concern.  Even  when  night 
falls,  and  Debra  pulls  back  the  luxurious, 
red  velveteen,  quilted  spread  over  her 
extra-sized  bed  and  prepares  for  sleep  .  .  . 
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will  put  you  in  seventh  heaven ! 

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There's  silkening  magic  in  Drene's  new  lightning-quick  lather!  No 
other  lather  is  so  thick,  yet  so  quick— even  in  hardest  water! 

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up  like  lightning,  because  it  rinses  out  like  lightning,  because  it's 
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a  magic  new  formula  that  silkens  your  hair 

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so  mild  you  could  use  Drene  every  day! 


This  is  a 

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A  PRODUCT  OF  PROCTER  &  GAMBLE 


B  420298 

Important-  especially  if  you  can't  brush  after  every  meal ! 

New  Ipana  Destroys  Decay 
and  Bad-Breath  Bacteria 


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Even  one  brushing  can  stop  bad  breath  all  (fag!* 

Every  brushing  fights  tooth  decay! 


Clean  $weef  breath-even  after  eating 

•Yes,  a  single  brushing  with  new  Ipana  lets  you  eat 
and  smoke  with  amazing  freedom  from  unpleasant 
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In  tests,  it  stopped  most  cases  of  unpleasant  mouth 
odor  for  even  9  hours  after  brushing. 


Dentists  say  it's  best  to  brush  your 
teeth  after  every  meal . .  .  and  we 
agree.  But  when  this  is  inconvenient, 
you  can  still  get  wonderful  results 
with  new  white  Ipana. 

For  instance,  when  you  use  Ipana  in 
the  morning,  you  don't  have  to  worry 
about  your  breath  for  up  to  9  hours 
.  .  .  even  after  eating  or  smoking.  Tests 
by  an  independent  laboratory  proved  it. 

What's  more,  every  brushing  with 
new  Ipana  fights  tooth  decay.  It  re- 
moves bacteria  that  form  the  acids  that 
eat  into  your  teeth  and  cause  cavities. 
So  to  fight  tooth  decay  effectively,  use 


new  Ipana  regularly — after  meals  when 
you  can. 

And  here's  how  to  take  care  of  your 
gums  before  gum  troubles  start.  Brush- 
ing your  teeth  with  new  Ipana  from 
gum  margins  toward  biting  edges  helps 
remove  irritants  that  can  lead  to  gum 
troubles. 

With  all  these  benefits,  Ipana  now 
has  a  new,  more  refreshing  flavor. 
Thousands  of  families  who  tried  new 
Ipana  liked  it  2  to  1  for  taste. 

We're  sure  you  and  your  children 
will  like  it,  too.  Why  not  try  a  tube 
of  new,  white  Ipana  today?  Look  for 
the  yellow-and-red  striped  carton. 


Afar,  White - 


Guaranteed  by 
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Product  of  Bristol-Myers 


Student  nurses  are  needed  . 
Inquire  at  your  hospital. 


.  to  know  is  N0  * 


July  1953 


ZOWIE!  YOUR  LIBERT/ 
SURE  IS  FOGBOUND,  EDDIE! 
BETTER  CHECK  IN  AT  YOUR 
DENTIST&MATE! 


WOW!  SO  KATES  HUNG  A 
BAD-BREATH  TAG  ON  ME, 
'HAS  SHE?  HIT  THE  DECK, 
MR.DENTIST!  HERE  I  COME! 


JUST  ONE  BRUSHING  WITH  COLGATE  DENTAL"' 
'CREAM  REMOVES  UP  TO  85%  OF  THE  BACTERIA  THAT 
CAUSE  BAD  BREATH!  SCIENTIFIC  TESTS  PROVE  THAT 
'  COLGATE'S  INSTANTLY  STOPS  BAD  BREATH  IN  7  OUT 
:  10  CASES  THAT  ORIGINATE  IN  THE  MOUTH! 


Just  one  brushing  with  Colgate's  removes  up 
85%  of  decay-causing  bacteria!  And  if  you  really  S 
want  to  prevent  decay,  be  sure  to  follow  the 
best  home  method  known— the  Colgate  way  of 
brushi  ng  teeth  right  after  eati  ng !  § 


LATER— Thanks  to  Colgate  Dental  Cream 


Now!  ONE  Brushing  With 

COLGATE 
DENTAL  CREAM 

Removes  Up  To  85%  Of  Decay 
and  Odor-Causing  Bacteria! 


Only  The  Colgate  Way  Does  All  Three ! 
CLEANS  YOUR  BREATH  while  it 

CIEANS  YOUR  TEETH  and 
STOPS  MOST  TOOTH  DECAY! 


RIBBON  "ENTA  ^ 


GIVES  YOU  A  CLEANER, 
FRESHER  MOUTH  ALL  DAY  LONG! 


AMERICA'S  GREATEST  MOVIE  MAGAZINE 


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stories 

GABLE  AND  A  GIRL  NAMED  KELLY  (Clark  Gable)   by  Alice  Hoffman  24 

THE  GAY  DIVORCEE  (Rita  Hay  worth)  by  Jim  Newton  29 

DANGEROUS  CROSSROAD  (Jane  Powell)  by  Consuelo  Anderson  31 

JOAN  AND  MARILYN  TALK  TO  LOUELLA  PARSONS   33 

35 
37 
39 
41 
43 


TEMPTRESS  (Mitzi  Gay  nor)  by  Jim  Henaghan 

ON  HIS  OWN  (Mario  Lanza)  by  Arthur  L.  Charles 

MARRIAGE,  ANYBODY?   (Piper  Laurie)  

ONCE  A  TOMBOY  (Cyd  Charisse)  by  Jane  Wilkie 

CROSBY  AND  SON  (Bing  Crosby)  by  Steve  Cronin 

LIZ  AND  MIKE'S  RANCH  HOUSE  (Elizabeth  Taylor)  by  Marva  Peterson  45 

AT  HOME  ABROAD  (Gene  Kelly)  by  Tom  Dancy  49 

ANN  BLYTH'S  WEDDING  DAY  by  Thelma  McGill  51 

GETTING  TO  KNOW  YOU  (Ava  Gardner)                      by  Marsha  Saunders  55 

MAKING  UP  FOR  LOST  TIME  (Jane  Wyman)  by  William  Barbour  57 

DOWN,  BOY!  (Scott  Brady)                                                     by  Jack  Wade  59 

THE  QUIET  HAPPINESS  by  Betty  Grable  60 

TOO  BUSY  FOR  ROMANCE  (Kathryn  Grayson)  by  Susan  Trent  62 

departments 

THE  INSIDE  STORY   4 

LOUELLA  PARSONS'  GOOD  NEWS   6 

HOLLYWOOD    ABROAD   12 

MOVIE  REVIEWS  by  Florence  Epstein  14 

MIKE  CONNOLLY'S  HOLLYWOOD  REPORT    20 

SWEET  AND  HOT  by  Leonard  Feather  27 

MODERN   SCREEN  FASHIONS   69 

TAKE  MY  WORD  FOR  IT   by  Ann  Sheridan,  star  columnist  for  July  78 

TV  TALK  by  Paul  Denis  86 

On  the  Cover:  Color  Picture  of  Ann  Blyth  by  John  Engstead 
Other  picture  credits  on  page  97 


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executive  editor 

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western  manager 


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FERNANDO  TEXIDOR,  art  director 
BILL  WEINBERGER,  art  editor 
BOB  BEERMAN,  staff  photographer 
BERT  PARRY,  staff  photographer 
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PERFUMER 


Want  the  real  truth?  Write  to  INSIDE  STORY,  Modern  Screen, 
8701  W.  Third  St.,  Los  Angeles  48,  Cal.  The  most  interesting 
letters  will  appear  in  this  column.  Sorry,  no  personal  replies. 


0.  Is  it  true  that  Elizabeth  Taylor 
doesn't  really  like  to  act? 

— T.R.,  New  York,  N.Y. 

A.  True. 

0.  I  understand  that  the  Federal  Gov- 
ernment plans  to  jail  Frank  Sinatra  be- 
cause of  back  income  taxes.  How  much 
does  Frankie  owe  and  can  the  Govern- 
ment honestly  jail  him? 

— V.R.,  Hobo  ken,  N.  J. 

A.  Sinatra  owes  the  Government  $110,- 
497.97 '.  There  has  been  no  talk  of  jail. 
Unless  Sinatra  pays  up,  the  Government 
will  attach  his  recording  royalties,  his 
salary,  his  property  until  the  delin- 
quency is  satisfied. 

9-  When  Carole  Lombard  died  to  whom 
did  she  leave  her  very  large  fortune? 

— C.J.,  Birmingham,  Mich. 

A.  Her  husband,  Clark  Gable. 

p.  Does  Dan  Dailev  wear  false  teeth  ? 

— F.E.,  Wilson,  N.  C. 

A.  Yes. 

Q.  Does  Janet  Leigh  hope  to  have  some 
babies  in  the  near  future?  I  heard  she 
and  Tony  don't  want  children. 

— CO.,  Cornwall,  N.  Y. 

A.  They  would  like  children  but  not 
right  now. 

Q.  I  have  heard  that  Esther  Williams 
is  notoriously  bow-legged.  Is  this  true  ? 

— G.R.,  Rochester,  N.  Y. 

A.  No. 

9-  I've  been  waiting  more  than  three 
years  to  see  John  Wayne  and  Janet 
Leigh  in  Jet  Pilot.  When  will  this  pic- 
ture be  released  ? 

— K.L.,  Chicago,  III. 

A.  Probably  in  the  Fall. 

Q.  Who  are  the  two  most  generous 
young  actors  in  show  business? 

— F.L.,  San  Diego,  Calif. 

A.  Our  guess — Mario  Lanza  and  Jerry 
Lewis. 

9.  Would  you  please  settle  this  argu- 
ment about  Roy  Rogers.  Will  he  ever 
see  forty  again?  — M.V.,  Athens,  Ga. 

A.  No. 


Q.  Who  is  the  famous  Russian  noble- 
man hired  by  Warner  Bros,  years  ago 
to  look  after  their  top  star,  Rin-Tin- 
Tin?  — K.D.,  Wells,.  Neb. 

A.  "Prince"    Michael    Romanoff,  the 

Beverly  Hills  restaurateur. 

Q.  I  know  that  Scott  Brady  and  Law- 
rence Tierney  are  brothers.  But  is  Gene 
Tierney  their  sister? 

— E.S.,  Santos,  N.  M. 

A.  No. 

9-  I  understand  Elizabeth  Taylor  is 
'pet  crazy.  What  sort  of  nets  does  she 
have  now  that  she's  married? 

— D.H.,  Ithaca,  N.  Y. 

A.  Four  dogs,  four  cats. 

9>  Vivien  Leigh  has  a  20-year-old 
daughter  who  is  an  actress.  Is  Sir 
Laurence  Olivier  the  father  of  this  child? 

— D  R.,  Raleigh,  N.  C. 

A.  The  father  is  a  previous  husband 
of  Miss  Leigh's. 

9-  How  come  Vera-Ellen  was  in  Call 
Me  Madam  and  yet  her  name  doesn't 
appear  on  the  record  album? 

— F.T.,  Chicago,  III. 

A.  Her  songs  were  dubbed  by  Carole 
Richards  who  gets  the  vocal  credit  on 
the  records. 

9-  How  much  older  is  Patti  Lewis  than 
her  husband,  Jerry  ?  Is  it  true  that  he 
is  of  Greek  ancestry? 

— B.D.,  Sea  Girt,  N.  J. 

A.  One  year  older;  Lewis  is  of  Ameri- 
can ancestry. 

9.  Why  doesn't  Orson  Welles  return 
to  the  U.  S.?  Doesn't  he  have  any  pa- 
ternal feelings  for  his  daughter  Re- 
becca? — V.J.,  Madison,  Wis. 

A.  Welles  has  tax  trouble. 

9.  Isn't  it  a  fact  that  Gwen  O'Connor 
filed  for  a  divorce  from  Donald  O'Con- 
nor originally  because  she  fell  in  love 
with  Dan  Dailey?  — T.O.,  Troy,  N.  Y. 


A.  No,  she  and  Dailey  began  seeing 
each  other  only  after  the  breakup. 

9-  How  come  we  read  so  few  stories 

(Continued  on  page  25) 


■■mmwimiqf  All  Musical  Adventures: 


The  wind-swept  sands  of  North  Africa ... 
Screaming  Arab  terror-  raids. .  The  Harem  Dance  of  Desire 
The  embattled  Foreign  Legion    The  sheik  s  palace  stormed 

■  and  the  Glorious  Music  of  The  NEW 


RAYMOND  MASSEY- DICK  WESSON  •  ALLYN  McLERIE 


Steve  Cochran 


SCREEN  PLAY  BY 

BRUCE  HUMBERSTONE  ™"--^-;-~~!^S'B 


PROOU 

RUDI 


CED  BY 

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ROMBERG  AND  FRANK  MA 
RAY  H  El  NOORF 


"ROSEMARY  CLOONEY  DAY"  WAS  A  GLORIOUS 


Wonderful  news  about 
Virginia  Mayo  .  .  .  Shelley 
goes  sleek . . .  new  "headlines' 
for  Rita  .  .  .  Young  Mr. 
Wilding  steps  out  .  .  . 
And  young  Mr.  Arnaz 
gets  censored. 


LOUELLA 
PARSONS' 
GOOD  NEWS 


Rosemary's  home  town  turned  out  en  masse  for  the  premiere  of 
The  Stars  Are  Singing.  The  celebration  started  with  a  motorcade. 


Wayne  Bell  of  WFTM,  Maysville's  local  station,  crowned  Rosie 
"Queen  of  Song"  in  the  name  of  disk  jockeys  the  country  over. 


When  you  read  this,  Jane  Powell  will  be 
touring  this  country  and  Canada  with 
her  night  club  act.  And  by  the  strangest  coin- 
cidence. Gene  Nelson's  public  appearances 
take  him  to  the  same  towns  at  the  same  time 
Jane  is  playing! 

The  rift  between  Janie  and  Geary  Steffen 
was  a  body  blow  to  her  fans,  to  the  whole 
industry,  in  fact. 

The  public  is  more  or  less  used  to  the 
romantic  failures  of  the  Lana  Turners,  Ava 
Gardners,  et  al.  But  Jane  and  Geary  and 
their  two  children  stood  for  something  solid 
among  the  younger  married  set. 

Apparently,  everything  was  okay  until 
Jane  was  loaned  by  MGM  to  Warners'  to  make 
Three  Sailors  And  A  Girl  with  Gene.  So  simon- 
pure  was  Jane's  reputation  that  even  the 
usually  suspicious  co-workers  thought  little 
of  the  fact  that  she  and  Gene  lunched  to- 
gether daily. 

The  first  jolt  came  when  Gene  admitted 
that  he  and  his  wife  of  nine  years  were 
separating.  (They  have  a  son.) 

Two  weeks  later  came  the  thunderbolt  that 
Jane  and  Geary  had  had  "trouble"  and  were 
attempting  to  hold  their  marriage  together. 
But  just  before  Jane  left  on  her  tour,  taking 


her  two  children  and  a  nurse,  she  said,  "Un- 
less I  have  a  change  of  heart,  I'll  divorce 
Geary  when  I  return  to  Los  Angeles  in  six 
weeks." 

She  had  "no  comment"  to  make  about 
Gene  Nelson  (as  though  one  were  needed!). 

Somebody  tried  to  tell  me  that  the  trouble 
between  Jane  and  Geary  is  that  he  is  a 
business  man  and  she  is  an  artist;  and  the 
attraction  between  Jane  and  Gene  is  that 
they  speak  the  same  language,  showbusiness. 
That's  a  lot  of  nonsense  if  you  ask  me. 

What  gets  into  these  young  people — the 
Donald  O'Connors,  Gene  Nelsons,  the  Steffens, 
Jane  Withers  and  her  husband  and  all  the 
rest  of  them?  Do  they  think  a  change  of  part- 
ners will  solve  the  problems  that  can  only  be 
handled  by  more  inner  strength  and  patience 
and  understanding  of  the  individual? 

Desi  Arnaz  was  all  over  the  Racquet  Club 
in  Palm  Springs  the  Saturday  night  of 
his  and  Lucille  Ball's  first  vacation  since  Desi 
IV  was  born,  showing  a  whole  set  of  nude 
pictures  of  his  son  and  heir. 

"Some  boy,  eh?"  squealed  Desi  bustin' 
his  buttons  with  pride  over  his  four-months- 
old  boy.  "Already  the  glamor  girls  are  tryin' 


to  date  him — but  he  gives  them  all  the  brush. 
Some  boy!" 

Lucille  called  from  their  table,  "Desi!  You 
bring  those  pictures  right  back  here!  Can't 
poor  little  Desi  have  some  privacy?" 

Obediently.  Desi  returned  the  nudes  to  his 
red-headed  Lucy.  She  gave  him  some  others 
to  show  of  the  baby  with  clothes  on. 

Desi  exhibited  these,  too.  "But  they  don't 
do  him  justice,"  he  sighed. 

Frankie  Sinatra  Jr.,  age  10,  had  his  first 
fight  with  a  kid  at  school  who  said  that 
Frankie,  Sr.  "couldn't  sing." 

Scratched  up  but  victorious,  Frankie  reported 
the  battle  to  his  mother. 

Nancy  said,  "Darling,  you  mustn't  fight. 
Don't  you  know  that  if  Daddy  couldn't  sing 
we  wouldn't  have  this  lovely  home  and  all  the 
good  things  he  gives  us  even  though  he 
doesn't  live  here  anymore? 

"From  now  on  when  a  boy  says  your 
father  can't  sing,  just  ask  him  if  his  father 
has  done  as  well  in  his  business  as  your 
father  has  done  in  his." 

Little  Frankie  thought  this  over. 
"All  right,"  he  conceded,  "and  if  his  father 
hasn't  done  as  well,  I  won't  fight.  But  if 


ONE    FOR    THE    WHOLE    TOWN    WHEN    MAYSVILLE'S    FAVORITE    DAUGHTER   CAME    HOME    FOR    A  VISIT! 


Grinning  excitedly,  Rosemary  is  interviewed  in  front  of  the  theater. 
She  was  guest  of  honor  at  the  gala  teen-age  dance  that  followed. 


Elected  an  honorary  member  of  the  Maysville  Boy's  Club,  Rosemary  re- 
ceives her  membership  card  while  the  Club,  ardent  admirers  all,  looks  on. 


Rosemary  gratefully  acknowledged  the  honor  done  her  when  a  street  was 
named  for  her.  Maysville's  lady  mayor,  Mrs.  Rebeheh  Hord,  stands  "by. 


"~r  ~  -  .  ■ 

Back  in  Hollywood  once  again,  Rosie  relaxes  with  her  favorite  beau  Jose 
Ferrer,  and  gives  him  a  report  on  her  triumphant  return  to  her  home  town. 


he  has  done  as  well — I'm  gonna  beat  the 
stuffin'  out  of  him!" 

*  I  ■  he  law  of  compensation  really  paid  off  for 
Virginia  Mayo  and  Mike  O'Shea. 
After  six  years  of  a  childless  marriage, 
they  expect  a  baby  in  November  and  they're 
just  about  the  two  happiest  people  in  the 
world. 

This  wonderful  blessing  came  at  a  time 
when  Virginia  and  Mike  thought  the  breaks 
were  going  against  them.  Mike's  career  hasn't 
been  going  well.  And  a  California  court 
handed  down  a  decision  that  Virginia  (be- 
cause of  our  state's  community  property  laws) 
had  to  pay  the  first  Mrs!  O'Shea  $25,000  in 
back  alimony. 

When  things  looked  blackest  came  con- 
firmation of  their  dearest  hope — a  baby  is 
coming  to  them.  They're  nice  people,  Virginia 
and  Mike.  I'm  so  happy  for  them. 

I'm  not  losing  any  sleep  fearful  that  the 
"scoop"  of  Terry  Moore's  "elopement"  with 
Robert  Wagner  will  elude  me. 

This  little  gal  has  a  plenty  hep  press  agent. 
He  never  misses  a  chance  to  get  Terry  in 
the  papers  as  the  burning  heart  interest  of 


some  very  attractive  gentleman  or  another. 

Bing  Crosby  sat  down  at  her  table  briefly 
following  a  golf  match.  The  next  day  the 
gossip  columns  were  flooded  with  news  of 
this  newest  "romance." 

The  truth  about  Terry  and  young  Wagner  ' 
(a  much  sought  after  guy)  is  that  they  were 
in  Florida  making  a  movie  together.  And 
they  went  dancing  a  couple  of  times. 

So,  this  is  blown  into  a  "big  story"  that 
Terry  and  Bob  are  on  the  verge  of  eloping. 

CI'II  wait.) 

T  isten  to  this  :  psychiatrists  have  diag- 
*J  nosed  Marlyn  Monroe's  frequent  colds  and 
asthmatic  attacks  as  "psychosomatic"  (mean- 
ing an  illness  brought  on  by  a  frustration). 

"She  needs  to  feel  that  she  is  loved  and 
wanted,"  say  the  mental-medics.  "She  suf- 
fers physically  from  a  subconscious  yearning 
for  affection!" 

Wait  'til  the  Army,  Navy  and  Marines  hear 
this! 

I wonder  what  Janet  Leigh  thinks  if  she 
happens  to  remember  the  interview  she 
gave  not  too  long  ago  in  which  she  said,  "It 
may  seem  cold-hearted,  but  when  a  couple  in 


our  set  starts  quarreling  and  having  trouble, 
we  just  don't  see  them  anymore.  It's  too  dan- 
gerous to  the  happiness  of  the  young  mar- 
rieds  we  know  to  associate  with  couples  who 
are  fighting  or  divorcing!"  Now  look  what's 
happened. 

The  first  couple  in  the  set  of  "happy  young 
marrieds"  to  turn  in  their  badges  were  Mona 
Freeman  and  Pat  Nerney.  When  their  mar- 
riage break  came,  no  longer  were  they  among 
the  gay  group  headed  by  Janet  and  Tony 
Curtis  and  Jerry  Lewis  and  Patti,  invited  to 
barbeques,  to  make  home-made  movies  and  to 
share  vacation  trips  to  Palm  Springs  or  the 
mountains. 

Then  the  Dean  Martins  had  a  serious  break 
before  they  decided  to  try  again. 

Now  it's  Jane  Powell  and  Geary  Steffen  on 
the  skid  list. 

And,  horror  of  horrors,  Janet  and  Tony  have 
spent  a  great  deal  of  time  recently  heatedly 
denying  that  they  are  having  their  problems. 

Pretty  soon,  the  only  couple  left  of  the 
"original"  group  of  friends  still  permitted  to 
join  the  barbeque-home-movies  group,  may 
be  Patti  and  Jerry  Lewis! 

The  "cast"  is  rapidly  pfffting  out! 

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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  oews 


A  SOLDIER  IN  KOREA  SENDS  HIS  THANKS  TO  LOUELLA  AND  TO  YOU. 

Dear  Louella, 

I  wish  to  express  my  thanks  to  you  and  to  Modern  Screen 
for  the  wonderful  response  to  my  request  for  mail.  At  first  I 
answered  every  letter  but  they  arrived  in  increasingly  large 
numbers.    Today  I  got  62  letters  and  find  it  impossible  to  answer 
them  all.   A  lot  of  the  letters  are  being  passed  on  to  other  GI's 
and  I  sincerely  hope  each  letter  gets  answered. 

If  there  is  some  way  you  can  convey  this  information  to 
the  many  nice  people  who  have  written  me,  I  will  appreciate  it. 

As  for  myself,  I  couldn't  be  better.   The  food  is  good, 
we  have  warm  clothing,  and  I  also  have  30  points  for  rotation. 
What  more  could  anyone  ask? 

In  closing,  I  again  say  "Thanks."  You  have  boosted  my  morale 
100  per  cent.  If  you  have  time  to  drop  me  a  line,  I'll  be  only  too  glad 
to  read  and  answer  it. 

Sincerely, 

John  Hughes, 

099S64S,  Btry  A, 

160  FA  MN  APO  86. 


"HESE  FOUR  ROMANCES  ARE  NOW  THE  HOTTEST  TOPICS  OF  HOLLYWOOD. 


lince  this  first  date,  Gwenn  O'Connor  and  Dan 
)ailey  have  been  fair  game.  Dan's  been  blamed 
or  plenty,  Gwen's  said  to  long  for  a  career. 


ferry  Moore  and  Bob  Wagner  were  supposed  to 
3e  a  "thing"  in  Florida.  But  it  turned  out  to  be 
notter  in  print  than  in  person.  They're  just  pals. 


Geary  threw  a  birthday  party  for  Jane.  But  Jane 
pairing  off  with  Gene  Nelson  threw  all  Holly- 
wood for  a  loop.  Only  temporarily,  says  Geary. 


Wedding  plans  for  Jeff  Donnell  and  Aldo  Ray 
were  in  the  blueprint  stage  before  Rita  Hay- 
worth  came  along  .  .  .  now  everything's  sketchy. 


Continued 

After  being  the  dowdiest-dressed  pregnant 
woman  ever  to  have  a  baby  in  Holly- 
wood, Shelley  Winters  is  absolutely  startling 
the  natives  by  showing  up  at  social  events  a 
bloomin'  fashion  plate.  She's  very,  very  chic 
these  days. 

She  came  to  the  Diner's  Club  cocktail  party 
at  Ciro's  in  a  cinnamon-colored  cocktail  suit 
with  jet  buttons,  black  gloves  and,  believe  it 
or  not,  a  very  chic  cocktail  hat  with  tiny 
jet  beads  on  the  veil.  It's  the  first  time  the 
oldest  citizen  can  recall  Shelley  wearing  a 
hat. 

When  she  was  kidded  about  how  smart 
she  looked.  Shell  Hipped,  "Why  should  I  have 
spent  money  looking  like  I  did  before  Vittoria 
was  born?  Now  I've'  got  my  'figger'  back 
there's  some  sense  in  going  overboard  on 
buying  pretty  clothes." 

Another  gal  at  the  same  affair  who  looked 
surprisingly  different  was  Jeanne  Crain,  who 
showed  up  with  her  hair  violently  red  and 
very  short.  And  her  husband,  Paul  Brinkman, 
looked  "different"  because  he  had  shaved  off 
his  mustache. 

While  we're  on  the  subject  of  fashions,  Ann 
Blyth's  wedding  garters  will  be  the  most  orig- 
inal ever  donned  by  a  bride:  they  are  blue- 
lace  with  tiny  bags  filled  with  rice  decorating 
them. 

Purely  personal:  It's  touching  and  a  little 
sad  the  way  Greta  Peck  (Mrs.  Gregory) 
tries  to  pretend  that  all  is  well  between  her 
and  Greg.  She  explains  her  return  to  Holly- 
wood while  he  remains  in  Europe  making 
movies,  by  saying  "It's  better  for  our  children 
to  be  here."  .  .  . 

Robert  Taylor,  who  has  always  criticized 
people  for  necking  in  public,  necks  in  public 
with  Ursula  Thiess.  .  .  . 

Nothing  is  sillier  to  me  than  the  argument 
defending  the  stars  in  Europe  for  18-months 
to  dodge  income  taxes,  "an  actor's  career  in 
the  big  money  is  so  short."  Errol  Flynn  has 
had  a  short  career?  Clark  Gable  has  had  a 
short  career?  Claudette  Colbert?  Gene  Kelly? 
Gary  Cooper?  Gene  Tierney?  Oh,  come 
now.  .  .  . 

No  girl  ever  took  sudden,  dizzying  success 
with  more  modesty  than  Rosemary  Clooney. 
Just  love  this  gal.  .  .  . 

Mona  Freeman's  torch  for  Bing  Crosby  is 
lighting  up  Sunset  Boulevard.  I  still  say,  no 
matter,  how  many  dates  Bing  has  with  a 
pretty  girl,  he  ain't  thinking  of  marrying 
again.  .  .  . 

You  may  not  think  of  "Schnozz"  Durante  as 
the  ideal  lady's  man,  but  his  cute,  redheaded 
girl  friend,  Marjorie  Little,  cried  her  eyes  out 
when  she  (mistakenly)  thought  he  was  at  a 
night  club  with  another  gal.  Guess  we  better 
start  calling  him  "Romeo"  Durante.  .  .  . 

The  sight-of-the-month  was  the  Paramount 
Studio  gates  opening  to  permit  a  sporty 
Jaguar  car  onto  the  lot.  The  driver  was  Michael 
Wilding  in  bright  yellow  slacks  and  sweater 
and  beside  him  sat  a  nurse  holding  three- 
months-old  Michael  Howard  Wilding  on  her 
lap. 

Just  like  his  old  man,  baby  Mike  was  also 
done  up  in  yellow,  but  it  was  a  paler  shade; 
a  little  embroidered  yellow  cap  and  matching 
jacket. 

The  Wilding  "men"  were  on  their  way  to 
visit  Momma  Elizabeth  Taylor  who  was  emot- 
ing in  Elephant  Walk — her  first  movie  since 
Mike,  Jr.'s  birth. 


TOGETHER F0RTHE  first  time 

"  ™  111  M I  I  The  way  you  demanded  them ...  in  a 

picture  that  was  made  for  them-the  way  they  were  made  for  each  other! 


TONY  CURTIS  JANET  LEIGH 

...  as  the  great  Houdmi,  master  escape  artist!  ...  as  the  girl  whose  love  was  his  real  magic! 


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The  Tyrone  Powers  and  daughter  Romina  exam-  Louella  Parsons,  guest  of  honor  at  a  Masquers'  Club  dinner,  was  the  first  person 

ine  a  gift  basket  during  a  recent  stay  at  N.Y.'s  outside  the  acting  profession  ever  to  be  so  honored.    She  was  dubbed  "Hollywood's 

Savoy  Plaza.  Another  baby  is  expected  soon.  leading  columnist."     Here,  she's  congratulated  by  Pat  O'Brien  and  Edgar  Bergen. 


He  is  just  about  the  huskiest  little  fellow 
you  ever  saw  and  so  cute  that  director  Wil- 
liam Dieterle  insisted  on  shooting  a  whole 
minute  of  footage  showing  young  Wilding  in 
his  mother's  arms. 

He  was  very  blase  about  it  but  kept  trying 
to  push  Liz'  face  to  the  side. 

"Hmmmmm,"  observed  papa  Wilding  from 
the  sidelines,  "a  born  actor!" 

Mario  Lanza  flies  into  such  tantrums  that 
I'm  sure  the  only  real  solution  to  his 
problem  is  medical  care.  His  latest  antic  was 
tearing  the  mail  box  off  his  Palm  Springs 
house  when  he  failed  to  receive  a  letter  he 
expected. 

And  he's  re-gained  a  great  deal  of  weight, 
although  he  tries  to  diet. 

I  believe  that  some  people  are  born  to  be 
plump  and  that  it  is  dangerous  for  them  to 
diet  too  strenuously. 

Judy  Garland  had  all  her  trouble  when  she 
was  trying  desperately  to  get  thin. 

And,  everything  had  been  all  right  with 
Mario  before  he  took  off  75  pounds. 

Mario  is  a  great  artist.  If  keeping  his 
physigue  in  shape  means  losing  him  on  the 
screen,  for  heavens  sake,  let's  have  him  plump. 

Rita  Hayworth's  hair-do  for  Miss  Sadie 
Thompson  is  said  to  be  the  sexiest  yet. 
Hair  stylist,  Helen  Hunt,  created  it  and  it's  a 
halo  of  soft,  loose  curls  which  sway  with  the 
Princess'  body  movements.  They  "wiggle" 
when  Rita  dances.  Sounds  like  Medusa  and 
the  snakes  in  her  hair  to  me- — but  I'm  willing 
to  see  it  on  Rita. 

THE  Letter  Box:  A  wonderful  sympathetic 
letter  from  Vera  Marshall,  of  New  York, 
about  Bing  Crosby:  "He  never  in  any  way 
revealed  or  indicated  any  personal  unhappi- 
ness  in  his  life.  Can  others,  with  less  serious 
troubles,  say  the  same?  I  say  Bing  is  entitled 
to  a  little  happiness."  You  are  a  fan  with  rare 
understanding.  Vera. 

"Aleta,"  St.  Louis,  wants  to  know  why  Dale 
Robertson's  publicity  has  dropped  off.  It  was 
his  own  idea — and  I'm  not  sure  it  was  a  good 
one. 

That's  all  for  now.  See  you  next  month. 


A  beaming  Shelley  Winters  gets  a  kiss  from  Susan  Ball  as  Dawn  Addams  waits  her 
turn.  Both  Susan  and  Dawn,  along  with  all  of  Shelley's  other  friends,  were  delighted 
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Jan  Sterling  and  her  husband  Paul  Douglas  ore  rarely  found  night  clubbing  in 
Hollywood — but  when  they're  visiting  New  York,  that's  another  story!  They  really  do 
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LONDON,  ENGLAND  Vivien  Leigh,  confined  to  a  sanatorium  in  Surrey  is  "getting 
along  nicely"  according  to  Mr.  and  Mrs.  David  Niven  who  are  living  in  the 
Oliviers'  house  in  Chelsea.  Vivien's  20-year-old  daughter,  Suzanne  Holman, 
recently  made  a  one-line  debut  in  a  London  show;  most  of  the  family  missed 
it.  Her  lawyer  father,  Leigh  Holman,  Vivien's  first  husband,  was  rehearsing 
his  role  of  footman  at  the  Coronation.  Ever  since  2 1 -year-old  Liz  Taylor  re- 
placed 38-year-old  Vivien  in  Elephant  Walk  moviegoers  everywhere  have  won- 
dered what  sort  of  role  it  is  that  can  be  played  by  two  such  different  stars. 
The  script  calls  for  an  average  English  girl,  27  or  28,  who  goes  to  India  and 
gets  involved  with  two  mean  men  and  an  elephant  stampede.  .  .  .  James 
Mason  has  become  a  disc  jockey  for  the  British  Broadcasting  Company;  plays 
mostly  jazz. 

PARIS,  FRANCE  Despite  the  mounting  gossip,  Gregory  Peck  is  still  seeing  an 
awful  lot  of  young,  beautiful  Veronica  Passoni.  He  tells  reporters:  "Nothing 
to  this,  only  friendship."  But  it  would  surprise  no  one  here  if  eventually  Miss 
Passoni  becomes  the  second  Mrs.  Peck.  (In  Hollywood,  Greta  is  reputed  to 
be  very  worried,  although  she  is  confiding  in  no  one.)  The  film  Peck  was  sup- 
posed to  make  in  India,  The  Purple  Plains,  has  been  cancelled,  affording  him 
more  time  in  Paris.  .  .  .  The  British  and  Scandinavians  are  shocked  that 
Lana  Turner  and  Lex  Barker  should  be  touring  the  Continent  unchaperoned, 
but  fans  in  the  Latin  countries  don't  seem  to  mind.  When  Lana  and  Lex  first 
arrived  in  Paris  they  were  invited  to  a  cocktail  party  by  someone  who  had 
last  seen  Lana  while  she  was  engaged  to  Fernando  Lamas.  At  the  party  he 
turned  to  Lex  and  said,  "Glad  to  see  you  and  Lana  together  again,  Mr.  Lamas." 
Lex  and  Lana  left  very  early. 

RAVELLO,  ITALY  The  Ingrid  Bergman-Roberto  Rossellini  love  affair  has  subsided 
from  hot  poetry  to  cold  prose.  Reason  for  this,  according  to  intimates,  is 
that  Ingrid's  movie  career — her  basic  love  in  life — has  slumped  sharply.  All 
the  pictures  she  has  made  with  husband  Roberto  have  been  flops.  Domestically, 
the  Rossellinis  are  content  but  not  ecstatic.  Rossellini,  who  owns  nine  racing 
cars,  says,  "Ingrid  is  much  more  ambitious  than  I  am.  Basically,  I  am  a  lazy 
man."  Ingrid  also  feels  that  she  is  no  longer  welcome  in  the  two  countries 
she  loves  best — Sweden  and  the  United  States.  However,  there  is  a  strong 
possibility  that  Bergman  may  arrive  in  New  York  very  quietly  late  in  June 
to  see  her  daughter  Pia  (renamed  Jenny)  who  lives  happily  and  sedately  in  a 
small  suburb  outside  Pittsburgh. 

NICE,  FRANCE  The  marriage  of  Gene  Tierney  to  Aly  Khan  is  expected  momen- 
tarily here.  Aly's  financial  settlement  on  Yasmin,  Rita  Hayworth's  daughter, 
is  a  court  secret,  but  confidentially,  Aly  has  told  friends  he  settled  one  million 
dollars  on  the  little  girl.  Rita  asked  for  and  got  nothing. 

ROME,  ITALY  Humphrey  Bogart,  who  has  just  ^finished  filming  Beat  The  Devil 
here,  endeared  himself  to  local  newspapermen  when  he  gave  out  with  a 
barrage  of  salty  quotes  on  his  favorite  subject — Hollywood.  Samples  of 
Bogart's  interview:  "Take  it  from  me,  nobody  in  Hollywood  knows  how  to 
have  fun  except  me  and  Errol  Flynn.  A  couple  of  the  girls  have  the  old  spark, 
too.  .  .  .  Watch  the  old  hypocrites  land  on  us  every  time  we  cut  loose. 
They  are  always  reminding  me  of  my  responsibilities  to  my  public  ...  I  don't 
owe  my  public  anything  but  a  good  performance.  That's  what  they  pay  for." 
PARIS,  FRANCE  Charles  Boyer,  back  home  again,  is  trying  to  live  down  his 
movie  reputation  as  a  Great  Lover.  Now  51,  the  balding  Boyer  insists  he 
is  too  old  to  discuss  love,  women  or  passion.  "I  just  want  to  be  known  as 
an  actor,"  he  says.  "After  all,  you  never  hear  of  Sir  Laurence  Olivier  dis- 
cussing love."  ...  At  the  hotel  George  V  in  Paris  where  Jacques  de  Bergerac 
used  to  work  as  a  clerk  before  he  married  Ginger  Rogers,  employees  say  they 
always  knew  he  would  end  up  with  a  wealthy  wife.  "He  used  to  specialize  in 
mature,  beautiful  women,"  a  friend  of  de  Bergerac  explained.  Incidentally,  it 
was  Evelyn  Keyes  who  first  introduced  Ginger  and  Jacques  to  each  other. 
Jacques,  in  fact,  was  Evelyn's  friend  but  she  gave  him  up  without  a  struggle. 
Evelyn  is  currently  very  much  occupied  with  producer  Mike  Todd  in  Hollywood. 


Never  before  has  Africa 
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How  do  you  love  a  Goddess/' he  asked? 
And  her  lips  gave  him  the  answer  as 
Pygmy  Drums  echoed  the  chant  of  the 
Bakuba..  .telling  the  jungle  the  White 
Hunter  had  won  the  titian-haired 


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CENTURY-FOX 


*»  OTTO  LANG      *  HENRY  HATHAWAY 


IVAN  GOFF -no  BEN  ROBERTS 


Shane  (Alan  Ladd)  kept  his  agility  with  gun  and  fists  a  secret  from  the  people 
of  the  small  frontier  town  in  Wyoming.  But  injustice  and  a  murderous  feud 
between   settler  and   cattlemen   force   him   to   put   down   violence   with  violence. 


Starrett  (Van  Heflin)  and  his  family  (Jean  Arthur 
and  Brandon  deWilde)  find  that  their  homestead 
is  being  threatened  by  an  ambitious  cattle  baron. 


Shane  rides  mysteriously  into  town  one  day, 
and  conditions  strangely  begin  to  improve.  His 
placid  mood  is  broken  only  by  action  in  crisis. 


MOVIE 
REVIEWS 


The  champion  of  the  frontier  leaves  as  quietly  as 
he  came.  A  heartbroken,  hero-worshipping  little 
boy  vows  to  himself  that  he  will  be  like  his  idol. 


by  florence  epstein 


SHANE 

■  Shane  is  a  beautiful  movie,  a  poetic  recounting  of  the  days  when  bitter 
feuds  raged  between  cattle  batons  and  homesteaders.  Filmed  in  Techni- 
color, set  in  Wyoming  with  the  Grand  Tetons  forming  a  vast  and  awe- 
some backdrop,  the  movie  captures  the  passion  and  glory  inherent  to  the 
American  frontier.  It  is  more  than  a  Western,  it  is  a  classic  with  dramatic 
use  of  music,  fine  rhythm  of  action,  tableau  effect  of  photography.  The 
presence  of  Brandon  deWilde,  a  little  boy  who  observes  all  through 
hero-worshipping  eyes,  transforms  the  familiar  heroes,  villains  and  struggles 
into  symbols  of  a  romantic  era  in  our  past.  Brandon's  hero  is  Shane 
(Alan  Ladd)  a  mystery  man  with  a  shiny  gun  in  his  holster  who  appears 
out  of  nowhere  on  a  proud  horse.  He  stops  briefly  at  the  homestead  of 
Brandon's  father  (Van  Heflin)  and  mother  (Jean  Arthur).  Heflin  is  the 
leader  of  a  small  group  of  farmers  bullied  and  threatened  by  a  cattle  baron 
(Emile  Meyer)  who  wants  their  land  for  his  beef.  Ladd  is  moved  by  Heflin's 
courage  and  determination  to  stay  put.  He  takes  off  his  gun,  changes  into 
work  clothes  and  for  a  long  while  conceals  his  facility  at  shooting  and 
fighting.  But  the  suggestion  is  always  there  that  Ladd  will  prove,  to  Brandon 
at  least,  that  he  is  the  bravest  man  in  the  West.  Ryker  hires  a  gun  fighter 
(Jack  Palance)  a  lean  figure  in  black  who  lures  a  brash  but  honest  home- 
steader (Elisha  Cook  Jr.)  to  his  death.  But  Ryker's  sights  are  on  Heflin,  as 
everyone  knows.  The  final  gun  fight  occurs  in  a  dim  saloon.  It  is  tense, 
powerful  in  its  quiet  approach  toward  doom  and  the  epitome  of  all  Western 
gunfights  with  Ladd  twirling  his  gun  magnificently  before  the  dazzled 
deWilde.  There  are  other  scenes,  more  poignant,  less  dynamic,  but  each 
fits  nicely  into  the  whole.  Directed  and  produced  by  George  Stevens,  shown 
on  a  "panoramic"  screen,  which  is  wider  and  slightly  higher  than  usual, 
Shane  is  a  complete  success.  Paramount. 


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TITANIC 

The  biggest  marine  disaster  of  our  times  oc- 
curred in  1912  when  the  R.M.S.  Titanic,  a  lux- 
ury liner  on  its  maiden  voyage,  struck  an 
iceberg  and  sank.  Only  712  people  survived. 
The  rest — 1,517 — went  down  with  the  ship. 
This  movie  is  based  on  that  tragedy.  Remem- 
bered incidents  are  repeated;  actors  recreate 
the  roles  of  known  passengers,  and  the  sets 
are  actual  reproductions  of  the  ship^'s  interior. 
But  the  bulk  of  the  movie  is  fictional.  There's 
the  story  of  Barbara  Stanwyck  who  is  fleeing 
to  America  with  her  children  (Audrey  Dal- 
ton,  Harper  Carter)  as  a  protest  against  the 
snobbish  values  of  her  husband,  Clifton  Webb. 
But  Webb  unexpectedly  joins  them  on  board 
and  in  those  few  hours  before  the  disaster, 
the  tragedy  of  their  marriage  unfolds.  There's 
the  story  of  Richard  Basehart,  who's  returning 
home  in  shame,  an  unfrocked  priest,  because 
he  can't  shake  himself  free  of  alcoholism. 
There's  the  young  college  boy  (Robert  Wag- 
ner) who  falls  in  love  with  Barbara  Stan- 
wyck's daughter.  There's  the  rich  widow 
(Thelma  Ritter)  and  the  social  climber  (Allyn 
Joslyn).  The  diverging  lines  of  these  people's 
lives  are  all  drawn  together  in  a  common 
nightmare.  And  as  the  Titanic  founders,  each 
reacts  from  the  depths  of  his  nature.  Fox  has 
taken  advantage  of  the  real  tragedy  by 
superimposing  a  drama  destined  to  flood  you 
with  tears.  Maybe  that's  unfair,  even  corny, 
but  it  works. 

CAST:  Clifton  Webb,  Barbara  Stanwyck,  Rob- 
ert Wagner,  Audrey  Dalton,  Thelma  Ritter, 
Richard  Basehart — 20th  Century-Fox 

HOUSE  OF  WAX 

Here's  3-dimension's  first  full-length  feature 
film.  That's  reason  enough  to  see  it.  That's 
almost  the  only  reason.  The  story  is  an  old 
horror  tale  you'd  expect  to  find  on  television 
but  certainly  not  in  this  bright  new  medium. 
Vincent  Price  owns  a  wax  museum.  His  partner 
sets  fire  to  it  just  to  collect  the  insurance.  He 
also  succeeds  in  horribly  disfiguring  and 
completely  maddening  Mr.  Vincent  Price.  Vince 
retaliates  by  murdering  his  partner.  Then  he 
murders  whoever  else  he  thinks  will  look 
good  in  his  museum.  What  he  does  is  im- 
merse the  corpses  in  boiling  wax  and  when 
they  harden  and  cool  he  arranges  them  in 
artistic  tableaus.  Phyllis  Kirk  wanders  in  one 
day  and  comes  face  to  face  with  an  old 
friend  (Carolyn  Jones).  It's  only  wax,  says 
Vincent,  eyeing  her  hungrily.  Phyllis  goes 
there  once  too  often  and  soon  finds  herself 
about  to  be  immersed.  Luckily  detective  Frank 
Lovejoy  arrives  to  turn  off  the  heat.  But  you'll 
love  the  3-dimensions  (they  hand  out  polaroid 
glasses,  without  which  you  are  sunk).  The 
corpses  are  in  your  lap,  so's  the  fire  and  a 
few  dancing  girls  (yes,  they  have  dancing 
girls,  too).  The  Warner-Phonic  sound,  how- 
ever, is  likely  to  blast  you  out  of  your  seat 
coming  at  you,  as  it  does,  from  all  sides. 
Somehow  you  never  connect  those  sounds 
with  the  people  on  the  screen.  You  connect 
them  with  some  wise  guys  up  in  the  left 
balcony.  But  time  ought  to  do  something  to 
improve  3-D,  or  it's  liable  to  turn  into  a 
monster. 

CAST:  Vincent  Price,  Frank  Lovejoy,  Phyllis 
Kirk,  Carolyn  Jones,  Paul  Picerni — Warners 

NEVER  LET  ME  GO 

Romance,  daring,  intrigue — that's  Clark 
Gable's  meat.  That's  Never  Let  Me  Go — the 
adventures  of  an  American  newspaperman  in 
Russia  who  falls  in  love  with  a  ballerina 
(Gene  Tierney),  marries  her,  and  is  forced  to 


leave  the  country  alone.  His  English  friend, 
Richard  Haydn,  has  also  married  a  Russian 
(Belita)  and  must  also  leave  her  behind. 
Gable  lights  on  a  fantastic  idea.  Why  not 
sneak  the  girls  right  out  of  Russia?  He  de- 
cides to  buy  a  fishing  boat,  sail  it  from 
England  to  a  beach  resort  near  the  town 
where  Gene  is  performing.  At  night  the  beach 
is  crowded  with  bathers.  No  one  would  notice 
if  two  of  those  bathers  swam  out  beyond 
the  breakers  to  a  rowboat,  were  taken  by 
that  rowboat  to  the  fishing  vessel,  and  free- 
dom. Haydn's  skeptical,  but  what — besides 
his  life — does  he  have  to  lose?  Gable  has  a 
friend,  a  radio  broadcaster  in  Russia,  whom 
he  contacts  and  together  they  devise  a  code 
enabling  Gable  to  make  rendezvous  plans 
with  their  wives.  Everything  works — up  to  a 
point.  But  there's  a  run-in  with  a  Russian 
patrol  boat,  and  after  that  there's  Gable  mas- 
querading as  a  Russian  Army  officer,  and  after 
that  there's  a  chase  right  into  the  ocean.  After 
that — well,  see  it  for  yourself. 
CAST:  Clark  Gable,  Gene  Tierney,  Bernard 
Miles,  Richard  Haydn,  Belita,  Kenneth  More 
—MGM 

PICK-UP  ON  SOUTH  STREET 

Fox  calls  this  "a  hit-and-kiss  drama." 
They're  not  kidding.  If  it  were  3-dimensional 
the  whole  audience  would  be  down  for  the 
count.  Opens  in  a  crowded  subway  train. 
Jean  Peters  (a  dish  of  questionable  char- 
acter) is  having  her  pocketbook  picked  by 
Richard  Widmark  (he  has  no  character).  As 
it  happens,  Jean  is  carrying  some  micro-film 
marked  for  Communist  agents.  Jean's  tough, 
but  no  Red — she's  being  used  by  her  boy- 
friend (Richard  Kiley).  Widmark's  no  Red, 
but  for  money  he'll  do  business  with  any- 
body. Later,  though,  love  turns  him  into  a 
patriot.  The  FBI  has  been  trailing  Jean,  but 
now  they  have  to  find  Widmark,  too.  And 
Jean's  boyfriend  forcibly  suggests  that  she 
locate  him  and  recover  the  film.  Thelma  Ritter, 
a  necktie  peddler  and  stool  pigeon,  plays 
all  sides  against  each  other.  She  knows  every 
pickpocket  in  the  city  and — like  Widmark — 
for  money,  she'll  inform.  Jean  buys  her  way 
to  Widmark's  shack  on  the  river.  (The  FBI 
buy  their  way,  too,  but  Widmark  knows  that 
Thelma  has  to  make  a  living,  and  bears  no 
grudge.)  Whenever  Jean  and  Widmark  meet 
they're  not  sure  if  they  feel  like  necking  or 
knocking  each  other's  brains  out — he  uses  his 
fists,  she  rallies  with  beer  bottles.  Between 
him  and  Richard  Kiley  it's  no  wonder  Jean 
winds  up  in  a  cast.  The  plot's  awfully  tricky, 
but  it  sure  isn't  dull.  Like  Fox  says — "it  throbs 
with  raw  emotions." 

CAST :  Richard  Widmark,  Jean  Peters,  Thelma 
Ritter,  Murvyn  Vye,  Richard  Kiley — 20fh 
Century-Fox 

THE  GLASS  WALL  , 

Vittorio  Gassman  plays  a  displaced  person 
who's  barred  from  the  United  States  because 
he's  a  stowaway  without  papers.  Immigra- 
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but  Vittorio  has  spent  ten  years  in  concentra- 
tion camps  and  is  pretty  fed  up  with  the  Old 
World's  charms.  He  escapes  to  Times  Square, 
hunting  a  clarinet  player  named  Tom  who'll 
vouch  for  his  character.  (Tom,  an  ex-para- 
trooper, owes  his  life  to  Gassman.)  Broad- 
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and  the  excitement  of  the  chase.  There's 
Gloria  Grahame — she's  taken  to  stealing 
doughnuts  in  cafeterias,  but  when  she  hears 
Vittorio's  story  she  feels  like  a  millionairess; 
she  also  falls  in  love  with  him.  There's  Robin 


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Raymond,  a  hard-working  burlesque  dancer — 
she's  willing  to  hide  him  from  the  police  but 
her  cowardly  kid  brother  won't  let  her.  And 
there's  Tom  (Jerry  Paris) — he's  ready  to  fight 
for  Vittorio,  only  his  fiancee  (Ann  Robinson) 
keeps  telling  him  "not  now."  Now  he  has  to 
audition  for  Jack  Teagarden.  The  law  is  clos- 
ing in,  Tom's  blowing  his  head  off  on  the 
clarinet  and  Gassman's  practically  dropping 
dead  in  the  streets.  Finally,  he  makes  his  way 
to  the  UN  and  the  building  looms  before  him 
like  a  glass  wall,  a  symbol  of  a  world  he 
yearns  for  but  isn't  allowed  to  touch.  His  des- 
peration re-awakens  you  to  the  promise 
America  holds  for  all  such  men.  As  for  Vit- 
torio, he's  one  of  the  lucky  people  who  man- 
age, in  the  end,  to  get  over  that  wall. 
CAST:  Vittotio  Gassman,  Gloria  Grahame, 
Ann  Robinson,  Douglas  Spencer,  Robin  Ray- 
mond, Jerry  Paris — Columbia 

IT  HAPPENS  EVERY  THURSDAY 

What  happens?  The  Eden  Archive  press 
starts  rolling  and  shakes  the  foundations  of 
the  house  in  which  live  Loretta  Young,  her 
husband  John  Forsythe  and  their  two  children. 
To  begin  with,  John  was  a  New  York  reporter, 
night  shift.  His  wife  was  expecting  her  second 
child  and  the  way  they  were  existing  had  no 
future.  Through  an  ad  they  bought  a  weekly 
newspaper  in  California.  Only  that  was  no 
newspaper,  that  was  a  broken  down  press 
with  hardly  any  circulation.  As  for  the  seven 
room  dwelling  (also,  in  the  ad)  those  were 
seven  rooms  above  the  office,  of  which  two 
were  rented  out  to  pressmen  (Edgar  Buchan- 
an, Jimmy  Conlin).  Well,  Loretta  had  her 
baby  in  a  hurry — it  made  the  first  edition — and 
pretty  soon  she  was  out  getting  ads  with  the 
baby  tucked  under  one  arm  and  a  briefcase 
under  the  other.  Eden,  California  turns  out 
to  be  a  very  small  town  where  public  opinion 
is  extremely  important.  Just  when  the  press 
is  really  beginning  to  roll,  public  opinion  al- 
most closes  it  down.  Then  there  is  the  prob- 
lem of  rain.  The  farmers  need  rain.  John  de- 
cides to  go  up  in  an  airplane  and  seed  the 
clouds  with  dry  ice.  Only  he  has  to  wait  for 
the  right  cumulus  formation.  Just  when  his 
plane  is  about  to  take  off  the  rains  came 
and  the  town  hails  him  as  a  miracle  maker. 
A  couple  of  weeks  later,  though,  they  are 
threatening  to  sue  him  for  damages.  It's  a  busy 
movie,  full  of  busy  people,  dreaming  up  gim- 
micks, raffling  autos,  saluting  Boy  Scouts,  sell- 
ing papers.  But  there's  a  nice  gay  feeling 
about  it.  It  looks  like  fun. 
CAST:  Loretta  Young,  John  Forsythe,  Frank 
McHugh,  Edgar  Buchanan,  Palmer  Lee,  Har- 
vey Grant — Universal-International. 

THE  JUGGLER 

Kirk  Douglas,  once  a  famous  juggler,  now  a 
DP,  arrives  in  Haifa  with  only  bitter  memories. 
His  wife  and  child  were  victims  of  a  gas 
chamber  and  he  himself  knew  the  horror  of 
concentration  camps  and  complete  despair. 
He  has  an  abnormal  terror  of  confinement 
and  when  a  doctor  suggests  that  he  needs 
psychiatric  treatment  he  runs  away  from  the 
DP  camp.  Mistaking  an  Israeli  policeman  for 
a  Nazi,  Kirk  attacks  and  nearly  kills  him.  Then 
he  becomes  a  real  fugitive,  traveling  through 
the  back  roads  of  Israel.  Along  the  way  he 
acquires  a  companion — 12  year  old  Joey 
Walsh,  and  they  tramp  together.  Finally  they 
reach  a  remote  kibbutz  (communal  farm). 
The  boy  is  injured  by  a  mine  blast  and  is 
carried  into  the  home  of  Milly  Vitale,  a  beau- 
tiful young  girl.  For  the  first  time  in  a  long 
while   Kirk    feels    close    to    another  human 


: 


being.  Eventually,  the  police  arrive  and  in  a 
wild  surge  of  panic  Kirk  barricades  himself 
in  Milly's  house  threatening  to  come  out  shoot- 
ing. The  strength  of  Milly's  love  crumples  his 
resistance  and  he  surrenders  to  arrest,  re- 
habilitation and — perhaps — a  new  life.  Kirk 
handles  his  part  sensitively  and  well,  and  is 
surprisingly  adept  as  a  clown-juggler.  But 
what  really  sets  the  picture  apart  is  the  fact 
that  it  was  filmed  in  Israel  and  all  of  the 
backgrounds  are  fresh  and  exciting.  The  plot, 
unfortunately  is  often  found  lagging  way  be- 
hind the  scenery. 

CAST:  Kirk  Douglas,  Milly  Vitale,  Paul  Stew- 
art. Joey  Walsh,  Oscar  Karlweis — Columbia 


THE  GIRL  NEXT  DOOR 

June  Haver's  last  movie  before  she  entered 
a  convent,  recently,  is  a  tender  little  tri- 
angle concerning  a  night  club  singer  (June), 
a  cartoonist  (Dan  Dailey)  and  Dan's  son 
(Billy  Gray). 

Billy  is  one  of  the  few  child  actors 
you  don't  mind  watching — that  boy  has 
charm.  They  all  live  next  door  to  each  other. 
June's  a  new  neighbor,  celebrating  her  own 
arrival  with  a  huge  garden  party.  Suddenly 
a  flock  of  pigeons  swoop  down  over  the  guests 
followed  shortly  by  billows  of  smoke.  Seems 
that  father  and  son  are  cooking  hamburgers 
on  their  outdoor  barbecue — the  pigeons  are 
theirs,  too.  June  marches  over  to  give  them 
what  for — and  not  much  later,  it's  love.  Billy 
objects.  He  wants  exclusive  ownership  of  his 
father  for  purposes  of  hunting  and  fishing  in 
the  North  Woods.  While  the  romance  is  work- 
ing itself  out  June's  friend,  Cara  Williams,  is 
unsuccessfully  resisting  the  advances  of  Den- 
nis Day.  The  story's  slim,  but  that's  all  it's 
supposed  to  be.  The  glow's  in  the  Technicolor, 
the  singing,  the  dancing  and,  happily  enough, 
there's  enough  of  that  to  keep  everybody  in 
good  spirits. 

CAST:  Dan  Dailey,  June  Haver,  Dennis  Day, 
Billy  Gray,  Cara  Williams— 20th  Century- 
Fox 

BY  THE  LIGHT  OF  THE 
SILVERY  MOON 

This  is  a  family  affair  full  of  old-fashioned 
song  and  sentiment.  You  keep  thinking  you've 
seen  all  this  before,  and  you  have.  Neverthe- 
less, the  picture's  full  of  chuckles  and  warmth. 
Setting's  a  small  town  after  the  first  World 
War.  Leon  Ames  and  Rosemary  DeCamp  are 
the  parents  of  Doris  Day  and  12-year-old  Billy 
Gray.  Mary  Wickes  is  the  faithful  but  sarcas- 
tic maid.  They  live  in  a  comfortable  home, 
Doris  p*lans  to  marry  her  childhood  sweetheart 
(Gordon  Macrae),  Billy  is  full  of  growing 
boy  mischief  (he  has  a  turkey  he  pretends  to 
kill  for  their  Thanskgiving  Dinner,  but  he 
swipes  the  neighbor's  bird  instead)  and  every- 
body's happy.  Until  scandal  strikes.  Father, 
after  20  years  of  wedded  bliss,  seems  to  be 
involved  with  an  exotic  actress — Maria  Palm- 
er. Seems  to  be  is  right,  because  he's  as  inno- 
cent as  a  babe,  but  his  children  don't  think 
so.  His  children  valiantly  set  about  to  save 
him  from  himself.  Naturally,  they  get  all 
tangled  up  in  their  own  web  and  Doris  has 
weepy  spells.  But  one  moonlit  night  at  Miller's 
Pond  when  the  ice  is  hard  and  the  spirits 
light,  the  happy  truth  is  revealed.  That  actress 
was  merely  a  business  acquaintance  of  Dad's, 
kids,  so  you  see,  life  is  beautiful.  Especially 
in  Technicolor.  This  is  a  sequel,  incidentally, 
to  Doris  and  Gordon's  hit  On  Moonlight  Bay. 
CAST:  Leon  Ames,  Rosemary  DeCamp,  Billy 
Gray,  Mary  Wickes,  Russell  Arms,  Maria 
Palmer — Warners 


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Hollywood 
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The  Hollywood  Reporter 

WHO'S  MAD  AT  WHOM: 

The  rumors  that  Janet  Leigh  and  Tony  Curtis  were  tiffing  were  spreading  as 
we  went  to  press.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  the  neighbors  claim  they  can  hear  Holly- 
wood's prettiest  couple  battling!  .  .  .  Same  stories  were  circulating  about  Kay  and 
Brod  Crawford,  and  about  Jeff  and  Marjorie  Chandler — again!  .  .  .  I've  heard 
there'll  be  no  divorce  for  Ty  Power  and  Linda  Christian — that  they'll  merely 
reach  a  mutual  understanding  not  to  "get  in  each  other's  way." 

FINANCIAL  PAGE: 

Elizabeth  Taylor  Wilding's  time  out  to  have  her  baby  cost  her 
$60,000  in  salary  from  her  studio.  And  when  a  magazine  offered 
her  $3,000  for  an  exclusive  story  about  the  infant,  together  with 
exclusive  photographs,  she  turned  it  down  .  .  .  Jacques  Bergerac 
signed  a  property  agreement  under  which  he  will  have  no  claim 
on  Ginger  Rogers  if  their  marriage  doesn't  pan  out  .  .  . 

Lana  Turner  is  trying  to  sell  the  $95,000  mansion  in  which  she 
lived  as  Mrs.  Topping.  She  can  use  the  money  .  .  .  Lex  Barker 

and  Lana  have  been  telling  everyone  they're  SO  in  love — and  yet 
they  act  so  bored  when  they're  out  together.  Funny,  huh?  .  .  . 
John  Wayne  is  dickering  to  buy  two  hotels  in  Mexico  City.  The 
thing  he's  most  mad  at  ex-wife  Chata  about  is  that  she  won't  let 
him  rent  their  unoccupied  home  in  the  San  Fernando  Valley.  He 
claims  he  can  get  $1,000  a  month  rent  for  it  and  split  with  her 
but  that  she  won't  come  across  with  an  okay  .  .  .  It's  been  just 
24  years  since  Gene  Autry  recorded  a  song  called  "That  Silver- 
Haired  Daddy  of  Mine"  and  started  on  his  first  $1,000,000. 


me  FUNNIES: 

.  .  .  Gene  Nelson's  four-year-old  son  refused  a  quivering  dish 
of  gelatine.  "I  can't  eat  it!"  he  wailed.  "It  isn't  dead  yet!"  .  .  . 
Marilyn  Monroe  took  a  deep  breath  for  a  scene  in  How  to  Marry 
a  Millionaire  and  David  Wayne  said:  "It  makes  Marilyn  feel  good 
but  it  makes  me  feel  better!"  ...  Ed  Wynn's  definition  of  The 
Monroe:  "A  posterior  for  posterity." 

.  .  .  When  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor  unveiled  her  new  nightclub  act  in 
Las  Vegas,  Mrs.  James  Mason  sent  her  this  telegram:  "No  matter 
how  lousy  you  are,  you're  still  prettier  than  anyone  else"  .  .  . 


HOLLYWOOD 


Monroe 


HEARTBEATS: 

Terry  Moore  and  Bob  Wagner  started  practicing  their  love 
scenes  for  Twelve  Mile  Reef  long  before  anybody  asked  them  to ! 
.  .  .  Before  Bing  Crosby  left  for  France  he  told  me  this:  "Dis- 
regard all  the  rumors  you  hear  about  me '  and  Mona  Freeman 
and  three  or  four  other  girls"  .  .  .  Would  anyone  be  surprised  if 
Mitzi  Gaynor  and  Richard  Coyle  got  together  again,  despite  her 
dates  with  Hugh  O'Brian?  .  .  .  Ann  Blyth  and  her  "Doc,"  Jim 
McNulty,  are  buying  their  household  furnishings  one  at  a  time 
.  .  .  Columbia  prexy  Harry  Cohn  ran  a  private  screening,  at  his 
home,  to  which  he  invited  Rita  Hayworth  and  Manuel  Rojas, 
her  hottest  romance  since  Aly  Khan.  Manuel  is  a  Chilean  who 
came  to  Hollywood  with  a  polo  team  and  liked  it  so  well  he 
,  .  Anyway,  as  I  was  saying,  Cohn  ran  a  screening  of  Rita's  pic- 
ture, Salome,  and  she  and  Manuel  sat  throughout  the  whole  thing  holding  hands  .  .  . 
Dick  Haymes  has  been  dating  Rita,  too,  but  it's  Manuel  who's  her  real  heartbeat. 

Anne  Miller  fell  for  Mario  Cabre's  line  in  Spain,  just  as  did  Ava  Gardner  before 
her  .  .  .  Divorces  of  both  Arlene  Dahl  and  Fernando  Lamas  {Continued  on  page  22) 


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Hollywood 
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continued 


are  final  this  fall,  when  they  can  get  mar- 
ried if  they  still  want  to.  But  who  knows 
in  this  off-again-on-again  town?  .  .  .  Sea- 
son's hottest  romance:  Farley  Granger 
and  Dawn  Addams  .  .  .  Interrupted  only 
occasionally,  of  course,  by  Farley's  dates 
with  Susan  Morrow!  .  .  .  Kirk  Douglas  sur- 
prised everybody  by  dating  Jeanmaire  in 
Paris  .  .  .  Whereupon  Pier 
Angeli  started  going  out 
with  Arthur  Loew,  Jr. 
.  .  .  Let's  remember  this, 
where  Pier  and  Kirk  are 
concerned:  it's  not  only 
Pier's  momma  who's  the 
problem  in  their  romance, 
it's  also  a  matter  of  Kirk's 
divorce  from  Diana  Doug- 
las and  the  fact  that  Pier 
is  a  Catholic. 


Angeli  &  Douglas 


^RICHARD    H  U  D  N  LIT  of  Fifth  Avenue 


LONG  HUNCH  DEP'T: 

Esther  Williams  has  wanted  SO  much  to 
have  a  baby  girl  this  time.  And  a  bathing  suit 
manufacturer  promised  her  that  if  she  did 
have  one  he  would  put  out  a  new  set  of 
mother-&-daughter  swim  suits  in  their  honor 
.  .  .  Pev  Marley,  who  has  been  directing  Guy 
Madison's  first  movie  in  several  years,  says: 
"Give  him  three  years  and  there'll  be  no 
bigger  name  in  movies  than  Guy  Madison" 
.  .  .  Meanwhile,  it  looked  like  Guy  and  his 
estranged  wife,  Gail  Russell,  would  never  get 
together  again — unless  Gail  NEEDS  him  by 
her  side!  And  then  watch  Guy  go  running 
to  her  .  .  .  One  will  get  you  five,  despite  all 
the  rumors,  that  Byron  Palmer  won't  wed 
this  year. 

Loretta  Agar,  John's  wife,  went  looking  for 
steady  work  while  he  served  his  jail  sentence 
for  drunken  driving.  She  has  been  modeling. 
After  all,  a  gal's  gotta  eat!  .  .  .  Judy  Garland 
says  she  wants  four  more  kids  .  .  .  People 
were  saying  that  Vittorio  Gassman  "better 
hurry  home  from  Italy  to  Shelley  Winters  or 
Shell  isn't  gonna  be  waiting  for  him!"  I 
lunched  perched  atop  a  stool  at  Schwab's  with 
her  two  days  before  her  baby  was  born,  and 
she  showed  no  sign  of  being  angry  that  he 
wasn't  here  to  welcome  his  child.  But  I 
happen  to  know  she  wasn't  too  happy  about 
it  ...  On  a  quick  trip  to  Europe  this  spring, 
I  spent  time  with  Alan  and  Sue  Ladd.  Alan 
was  fed  up  with  the  life  over  there  and  wanted 
to  come  home  immediately  after  Hell  Below 
Zero  finished  shooting.  But  practical  Sue  in- 
sisted on  staying  18  taxfree  months. 

HOME  FIRES  BURNING: 

June  Allyson  is  AGAIN  out  of  the  mood 
to  continue  her  career,  and  where  have  I 
heard  this  before?  Says  she 
just  wants  to  stay  home  and 
take  care  of  Dick  and  the 
kids,  and  this  time  MGM 
just  might  let  her!  .  .  .  Zsa 
Zsa  Gabor's  quick  trip  to 
Rome  was  to  determine 
whether  she  would  continue 
as  Mrs.  George  Sanders  or 
return  to  Hollywood  and 
file  the  divorce  papers  .  .  . 
Patrice  Wymore,  complete 
with  30  pieces  of  baggage,  arrived  from  abroad. 
But  without  Errol  Flynn  .  .  .  Gary  Merrill 
gave  Bette  Davis  an  album  of  photos  from 
her  80  movies  for  her  45th  birthday  .  .  . 


Allyson 


Clooney 


ODDS  BODKINS: 

When  Barbara  Stanwyck's  in  the  dumps  she 
makes  transatlantic  phone  calls  to  the  Mon- 
seigneul  Cafe  in  Paris  and  gets  Roger  Baurieux 
and  his  17  fiddle-players  to  play  "My  Heart's 
a  Violin"  for  her  .  .  .  Rose- 
mary Clooney  thinks  her  de- 
cision to  marry  Jose  Ferrer 
is  under  fire.  She  thinks  her 
friends  and  fans  disapprove. 
And  if  there's  anything  else 
thatH  make  a  gal  hold  on 
for  dear  life  I  haven't  heard 
about  it!  .  .  .  Maggie 
O'Brien  is  still  too  young 
for  boys,  according  to  those 
who've  asked  her  mother  to 
okay  a  date  .  .  .  Monty  Clift  has  been  running 
around  Hollywood  High  School's  track  every 
morning  at  seven  for  his  role  in  From  Here 
to  Eternity.  Great  body-building,  this  .  .  . 
Somebody  swiped  Nancy  Olson's  mono- 
grammed  panties  from  the  set  of  So  Big  at 
Warners,  and  she's  not  amused. 

Leslie  Caron  goes  shopping  in  tight  matador 
pants  and  a  black  jersey  sweater  that  are 
STRICTLY  from  Hallowe'en.  Gosh,  this  gal 
dresses  peculiarly  in  public  .  .  .  And  does 
Debbie  Reynolds  have  to  be  so  all-fired  effer- 
vescent at  ALL  times?  Wears  a  guy  out,  she 
does  .  .  .  The  Sister  of  Charity  at  Xavier, 
Kans.,  don't  use  hair-cutting  as  a  ceremony,  as 
do  some  religious  orders,  so  two  years  from 
now  when  June  Haver  takes  her  final  vows 
her  curls  will  be  topped  by  a  nun's  square 
cap  .  .  .  June,  by  the  way,  is  waiting  on 
tables  for  her  room,  board  and  schooling, 
having  given  up  a  S3,000-a-week  contract  at 
20th  Century-Fox  to  enter  the  religious  life. 
One  of  the  nuns  she  waits  on  reports:  "June 
is  light  on  her  feet  and  a  good  worker." 

QUICK  QUOTES: 

Lauren  Bacall  says  she  doesn't  even  look  at 
other  men  while  her  Humphrey  Bogart  is 
abroad  making  pictures.  Says  Baby:  "There's 
no  one  like  him!"  .  .  .  Anne  Baxter,  just  back 
from  Texas,  said,  "The  only  millionaires  I 
ran  into  were  76  or  over." 


SEX  APPEAL: 

Katie  Grayson  finished  So  This  Is  Love 
at  Warners  and  told  me:  "111  never  go 
blonde  again  for  any  reason,  not  even  to  star 
in  The  Lana  Turner  Story'."  .  .  .  Jean  Peters 
leaned  over  a  table  at  Ciro's 
to  whisper  to  me:  "I'm 
ready  for  romance."  The 
right  guy  for  Jean  still  hasn't 
come  along  .  .  .  Shirley 
"Little  Sheba"  Booth  is  now 
a  tangerine  blonde.  Looks 
30  and  sexy.  Shirleeeeeeeee ! 
■  .  .  Janet  Leigh  is,  me- 
thinks,  too  thin. 

Latest  Hollywood  fad  for 
fingers:  nails  encrusted  with  Peters 
rhinestones  and  emeralds  .  .  .  Doris  Day  is 
getting  good  enough  at  tennis  to  challenge 
Ginger  Rogers,  who's  still  the  best  in  town 
Lex  Barker  settled  for  a  new  car  instead  of  a 
house.  Hell  continue  to  rent  Patricia  Xeal's 
apartment  .  .  .  Anna  Maria  Alberghetti  cele- 
brated her  17th  birthday  by  buying  her  first 
lipstick  .  .  .  Mexican  bulls  chased  15  pounds 
off  of  Oscar  winner  Tony  Quinn  .  .  .  John 
Barrymore,  Jr.,  and  his  bride,  Cara  Williams, 
were  playfully  shaking  spoons  at  each  other  at 
the  Mocambo  when  a  photographer  rushed 
up  to  snap  a  picture  of  them.  Yelled  John: 
"Oh  no — now  everybody  will  say  we're  fight- 
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ern  screen  in  the  news 
Love  blooms  easily  in  sultry  Africa.   But  intimates  are  wondering  how  it  will  stand  up  in  a  cooler  climate. 


Gable  and 
a  girl  named 

Kelly 


by  Alice  Hoffman 


■  If  he  had  not  become  an  actor,  and  a  darn  good  one, 
Clark  Gable  would  have  made  a  superb  diplomat. 

He  is  charming,  tactful,  smooth  as  nylon,  and  so  sin- 
cere when  denying  an  allegation,  so  altogether  credible 
and  downright  that  to  doubt  him  seems  like  heresy. 

You  say  to  him,  "What  goes  with  you  and  Grace 
Kelly?  I  understand  the  two  of  you  were  virtually  in- 
separable all  through  Africa  and  London?  There's  even 
a  rumor  that  you  and  Grace  have  some  sort  of  under- 
standing, maybe  an  engagement? 

Gable  fixes  you  with  a  manly  stare,  shakes  that  hand- 
some temple-gray  head  of  his  and  says  flatly,  "That's 
absurd.  The  whole  story's  fantastic.  Just  because  we've 
made  one  picture  together  and  we've  been  out  a  few 
times.  She's  a  very  lovely  girl  and  a  fine  actress,  but 
that's  all  there  is  to  it." 

If  his  history  with  women  were  not  so  replete  with 
similar  denials,  one  might  accept  Gable's  protestations 
and  admit  that  his  friendship  (Continued  on  page  72) 


Clark  Gable  and  Grace  Kelly  met  while  working  on  location  for  Mogambo, 
750  miles  inland  in  the  bush  country  of  Africa.  In  this  dangerous,  lonely  en- 
vironment the  two  stars  found  there  was  little  to  do  after  working  hours  but 
inspect  the  animal  compounds  (above)  and  sit  around  the  fire  and  fall  in  love. 


(Continued  from  page  4) 

about  Susan  Hayward  and  her  hus- 
band? — P.W.,  Chicago,  III. 

A.  Miss  Hayward  is  zealous  in  guard- 
ing her  private  life. 

9-  Is  it  on  the  level  that  Judy  Gar- 
land has  dyed  her  hair  jet  black,  weighs 
155  lbs.  and  is  making  the  rounds  again 
with  Frank  Sinatra? 

— H.F.,  Omaha,  Neb. 

A.  Judy's  hair  is  currently  black.  She, 
Sinatra,  and  her  husband,  Sid  Luft,  are 
a  regtdar  threesome  at  Hollywood  night 
spots.  She  weighs  130  lbs. 

9-  Lots  of  times  I'd  like  to  get  the 
titles  of  the  background  music  used  in 
motion  pictures  I  see.  Where  can  I  ob- 
tain these  titles?  — B.D.,  Atlanta,  Ga. 

A.  Write  to  the  music  departments  of 
the  individual  studios. 

<?•  Is  Loretta  Young  a  millionairess? 
Does  she  wear  braces  on  her  teeth  ? 

— J  .V.,  San  Diego,  Callf. 

A.  Yes  to  both. 

Q.  I've  been  told  that  Marlon  Brando's 
real  sweetheart  is  Jean  Peters,  not 
Movita.  How  about  it? 

— L.T.,  Lincoln,  Neb. 

A.  Movita  looks  after  Brando's  heart, 
Miss  Peters  after  his  pet  raccoon. 

9.  Isn't  Marilyn  Monroe  on  the  verge 
of  a  nervous  breakdown? 

— T.T.,  Rtjmson,  N.  J. 

A.  She  pretty  nearly  was;  is  better  now. 

9-  Has  Fernando  Lamas  promised  to 
marry  Arlene  Dahl  or  are  they  using 
each  other  for  publicity  purposes? 

— R.R.,  El  Dorado,  Ark. 

A.   Their  mutual  affection  transcends 
publicity. 

9-  Is  it  on  the  level  that  Stewart 
Granger's  first  wife  was  much  older 
than  he,  and  that  he  is  almost  twice 
the  age  of  Jean  Simmons? 

— V.T.,  London,  England 

A.  Yes. 

9-  For  years  now  I've  read  that  the 
reason  Bing  Crosby  dresses  so  sloppily 
is  because  he's  color-blind.  Is  that  reallv 
why?  — N.T.,  Elko,  Nev. 

A.  Crosby  is  color  blind;  has  unconven- 
tional taste  in  clothes. 

9-  Why  were  Marge  and  Gower  Cham- 
pion dropped  by  MGM? 

— T.T.,  Oklahoma  City,  Okla. 

A.  The  studio  is  economizing  by  re- 
ducing its  list  of  contract  players 

9-  Will  Aldo  Ray  marry  Jeff  Donnell 
this  year?  — K.R.,  Providence,  R.  I. 

A.  Probably. 


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where  to  find  the 
stars  in  hollywood 


by  Nancy  Streebeck 


■  If  I  had  a  dime  for  every  star  I've  pointed  out  to  tourists  I'd 
be  rich.  However,  if  I  had  five  cents  for  every  time  they  have 
called  me  a  liar  I  could  retire. 

If  John  Tourist  stands  on  the  corner  of  Hollywood  and  Vine 
chances  are  his  attempts  will  be  fruitless  and  he  will  return  home 
very  disappointed  with  a  huge  grudge  against  Hollywood  and  all 
it  stands  for. 

What  most  people  fail  to  know  is  that  within  a  one-mile  radius 
of  Hollywood  and  Vine  can  be  found  countless  numbers  of  stars. 

The  El  Capitan  Theatre  which  is  located  one  block  from  the 
famous  corner  is  now  one  of  N.B.C.'s  television  centers.  On  most 
any  Sunday  afternoon  one  can  catch  the  performers  from  the 
"Comedy  Hour."  If  they  arrive  at  lunch  time  they  can  find  the 
stars  going  to  lunch,  probably  in  their  TV  costumes.  They 
will  either  eat  across  the  street  at  Tips  or  Dupars,  or  will  walk 
down  to  Hollywood  and  Vine  for  food  at  Melody  Lane. 

The  same  day  (Sunday)  will  find  the  stars  rehearsing  for  the 
Lux  Radio  Show  which  is  one  block  south  of  Hollywood  and  Vine, 
across  the  street  from  the  famous  Hollywood  Brown  Derby. 

At  approximately  two  o'clock  the  stars  break  for  lunch  and  make 
fteTTTp^y-a€r-©ssH;h«--street  to  eat.  I've  often  seen  tourists  taking 
pictures  of  the  Derby  with  the  stars  in  the  background.  I've  often 
wondered  if  they  discovered  them  when  the  pictures  were  de- 
veloped. One  day  two  ladies  were  posing  by  the  Bamboo  Room 
and  Fred  MacMurray  came  out.  With  a  small  shrug  the  lady  said, 
"Why,  that  man  looks  just  like  Fred  MacMurray,"  took  their 
pictures,  and  continued  to  talk  about  the  stars  they  hadn't  seen. 

During  the  week  there  are  various  places  to  see  the  famous,  the 
best  place  probably  being  the  movie  studios.  By  waiting  outside 
the  main  gates  between  five  and  six-thirty  p.m.  you  can  see  most 
every  star  that  is  working  in  a  picture  at  that  studio.  R.K.O.  is 
the  easiest  for  getting  autographs.  The  stars  have  to  cross  the 
street  to  get  to  their  cars.  Best  advice:  wait  in  the  parking  lot. 

During  the  week  an  excellent  place  to  find  stars  eating  is  Lucey's 
Restaurant,  located  at  Melrose  Avenue  and  Winsor  Blvd.  Here 
the  stars  from  R.K.O. ,  Paramount,  and  Columbia  eat  when  working 
on  a  picture.  Between  twelve  and  two  o'clock  you  can  usually 
expect  five  to  20  top  stars  either  walking  or  driving  in. 

During  the  week  many  stars  eat  at  Romanoff's  in  Beverly  Hills. 
Here  you  can  see  the  stars  come  out  as  they  wait  for  their  cars 
to  be  brought  around  the  block.  Frequent  noon  patrons  include 
Paul  Douglas,  James  Mason,  Humphrey  Bogart,  and  Ray  Bolger. 

At  night  there  are  always  the  famous  night  spots  on  the  Sunset 
Strip;  Ciro's,  Mocambo,  and  LaRue  Restaurant.  The  stars  arrive 
at  LaRue  anytime  after  eight  o'clock  and  at  the  other  nighteries 
usually  after  eleven  o'clock.  The  best  night  is  Thursday. 

Premieres  are  always  loaded  with  movie  personalities.  However, 
if  you  aren't  outside  at  least  two  hours  in  advance  your  chances 
of  seeing  all  the  stars  are  very  slim.  Best  bet  is  to  wait  until  it  is 
over  and  go  to  the  Sunset  Strip.  The  stars  return  there  for  dinner. 
You  can  catch  them  unrushed,  happy,  and  looking  their  best. 

If  you  want  to  meet  the  stars  informally  during  the  wee  hours 
of  the  morning  stop  in  at  Googies  which  is  the  restaurant  con- 
nected to  the  famous  Schwabs'  drugstore  at  Sunset  Blvd.  and 
Laurel  Canyon.  Here  you  can  drink  ten-cent  coffee  next  to  them. 

Some  evening  when  you  want  to  spend  a  little  more  of  that 
vacation  savings  and  eat  in  finery  stop  in  at  the  dining  room  of 
the  Knickerbocker  Hotel.  There  you  will  be  greeted  by  their 
hostess  Betty  Brown  (wife  of  actor  James  Brown)  and  will  prob- 
ably spot  some  star  close  by.  It's  the  favorite  eating  spot  of  Joe 
DiMaggio  and  Marilyn  Monroe. 

Here's  hoping  that  your  trip  to  Hollywood  will  send  you  home 
happy  and  successful.  And  if  you  have  trouble  spotting  celebrities 
just  remember  to  see  if  they  have  sunglasses  on  (or  in  their  pocket), 
note  if  their  car  is  foreign  or  Cadillac,  and  if  they  look  half  as 
good  as  they  do  on  the  screen.  If  all  these  things  check  then 
chances  are  you've  just  seen  another  top  Hollywood  personality. 


Louis  Hayward,  Lucey's. 


Danny  Thomas  at  El  Cap. 


Jane  Russell  at  R.K.O. 


Jeff   Hunter  at  Ciro's. 


Diana  Lynn  at  the  Derby. 


by  leonard  feather  Average 


FROM  THE  MOVIES 

BY  THE  LIGHT  OF  THE  SILVERY  MOON — album  by 
Doris  Day*  (Columbia). 
One  of  Doris'  best  LP  discs  to  date,  this 
includes  the  title  song  as  well  as  Your 
Eyes  Have  Told  Me  So,  Just  One  Girl, 
Ain't  We  Got  Fun,  If  You  Were  the 
Only  Girl,  Be  My  Little  Bumble  Bee, 
I'll  Forget  You  and  King  Chanticleer. 
There's  also  a  good  album  by  Gordon 
MacRae  doing  most  of  the  same  tunes  on 
Capitol  with  June  Hutton. 

DREAM  WIFE — Ghi-Li  Ghi-Li  by  Barbara  Ruick 
(MGM). 

MAIN  STREET  TO  BROADWAY —  There's  Music 
In  You.  by  Bill  Hayes*  (MGM). 

TAKE  THE  HIGH  GROUND— title  song  by  Johnny 
Green*  (MGM). 

A  stirring  performance  from  the  sound 
track  by  Johnny  Green,  the  orchestra  and 
chorus;  coupled  with  it  is  the  Triumphal 
March  from  Quo  Vadis. 

MOULIN  ROUGE —  The  Song  From  Moulin 
Rouge  {Where  Is  Your  Heart)  by 
Arthur  Fiedler — Boston  Pops  Orch.**  (Vic- 
tor); Mantovani*  (London);  Buddy  De 
Franco*  (MGM);  Victor  Young.  (Decca); 
Percy  Faith*  (Columbia);  June  Hutton- 
Axel  Stordahl  (Capitol);  Stan  Fisher-Bobby 
Hackett*  (Okeh);  Joe  Loco  (Tico);  Henri 
Rene  (Victor);  Nick  Perito  (Coral);  Mar- 
shall Royal  (Mercury). 

This  song  has  an  unusual  story.  Originally 
it  was  brought  to  the  publisher  just  the  way 
it  was  sung  in  the  film;  its  title  at  that  time 
was  It's  April  Again.  He  decided  it  was 
too  long,  and  needed  a  new  title.  While  he 
was  having  it  rewritten  he  showed  it  to 
Percy  Faith,  who  made  the  original  rec- 
ord. As  you  all  know,  it  eventually  became 
a  big  hit  with  the  new  Where  Is  Your 
Heart  lyrics,  and  there  are  at  least  a 
dozen  interesting  versions  on  record  now. 

POPULAR 

ROSEMARY    CLOONEY  —  MARLENE    DIETRICH  — 

Dot's  Nice,  Donna  Fight!  and  It's  The 
Same*  (Columbia). 

Two  more  slightly  screwy  sides  by  this 
strange  team,  with  bright  accompaniment 
by  a  rhythm  group  that  includes  two  guitar- 
ists and  Stan  Freeman  on  harpsichord. 

EARTHA  KITT- — Uska  Dara*  (Victor). 

This  one's  nothing  if  not  unique!  The  much- 
traveled  Eartha  sings  this  one  in  Turkish. 
The  other  side,  Tz^o  Lovers,  is  a  fast  and 
weird  thing  in  English. 

JACKIE  PARIS  Only  Yesterday*  (Brunswick). 
Jackie  is  a  young  singer  (he's  also  a  tal- 
ented guitarist)  who  has  been  a  favorite 
among  musicians  for  years,  but  never  quite 
made  the  grade  in  the  popular  record 
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What's  Rita  up  to  now?  The 
princess  finally  came  out  of  her 
ivory  tower  and  ran  smack  into 
the  arms  of  fourteen  eager  men. 


■  Hardly  a  week  goes  by  that  Rita  Hay- 
worth's  name  doesn't  pop  up  in  the  gossip 
columns  as  having  been  seen  around  town 
with  two  or  three  men,  and  scarcely  a 
month  passes  that  the  list  doesn't  drop 
old  names  and  add  new  ones.  It  is  con- 
fusing, but  to  Hollywood  citizens  it  is  de- 
lightful. Keeping  Up  With  Rita  has  been, 
for  almost  ten  years,  a  favorite  pastime  of 
the  town.  During  the  months  and  years 
she  resided  in  Europe  Hollywood  didn't 
seem  quite  the  same,  but  nowadays  the 
gossips  sit  back  comfortably  and  chew  the 
latest  Hayworth  rumor. 

To  those  who  follow  the  game,  Rita  is 
the  definition  of  a  gay  divorcee!  She  seems 
always  restless,  always  on  the  move,  and 
always  merry:  There  is  no  malice  in  the  ' 
interest  she  creates,  for  Rita  is  an  excep- 
tionally well-liked  person.  She  gets  into 
occasional  small  tiffs  with  the  press  when 
she  periodically  clams  up  regarding  her 
personal  life,  and  there  are  sometimes  argu- 
ments with  her  studio  bosses,  a  fact  which 
proves  nothing  except  that  she  is  a  good 
businesswoman.  By  and  large,  she  is  fondly 
regarded  as  one  of  Hollywood's  longstand- 
ing favorites,  and  her  amours  add  consider- 
able sparkle  to  her  basic  reputation  as  a 
gentle,  thoughtful  and  easy-going  girl. 

The  current  reaction  is  that  Rita's  back 
and  the  boys  are  baying.  Her  marriage  to 
Aly  Khan,  the  split  and  the  ensuing  re- 
treat into  seclusion  created  a  hiatus  of 
about  three  years,  but  as  of  now  things  are 
back  to  what  Hollywood  likes  to  consider 
as  normal. 

Among  the  names  mentioned  are  Dick 
Haymes,  Aldo  Ray,  Dale  Robertson  and 
polo  player  Manuel  ( Continued  on  page  81) 


Jane  Powell  and  Geary  Steffen  don't  deny  trouble.  But  Geary  says  there's  a  50-50  chance  ot  reconciliation  in  a  couple  ot  months. 


Jane's  name  was  linked  with  Gene  Nelson's  when  Music-man  Dick  Stabile  and  Gene  discussed  Jane's  night  club  tour.  The 
she  co-starred  with  him  in  Three  Sailors  And  A  timing  of  her  trip  was  fortunate,  giving  Jane  and  Geary  a  "trial  separation 
Girl.  Nelson  was  recently  separated  from  his  wife.       period,"    though    she    often    met    Nelson    en    route    in    the  meantime. 


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Can  Jane  Powell  and  Geary 
Steffen  save  their  flickering 
marriage  that  used  to  be  known 
as   "Hollywood's  happiest"? 


■  "'Our  marriage  will  succeed.  I  know 
the  tragedy  of  separation,  because  I've 
seen  it  with  my  own  parents ;  I  know, 
too,  what  it  has  done  to  the  lives  of 
some  of  my  friends.  And,  if  it  were 
necessary,  I'd  give  up  my  career  to 
save  my  marriage." 

Jane  Powell  said  that  with  deep  con- 
viction. She  said  it,  not  just  a  few  days 
ago,  but  shortly  after  her  marriage  to 
Geary  Steffen  began,  in  November  of 
1949.  At  that  time,  by  the  wildest 
stretch  of  the  imagination,  she  couldn't 
possibly  have  conceived  that  she  would 
have  occasion  to  recall  those  earnest 
words,  some  four  years  later.  But  now 
she  knows,  as  does  Geary,  of  the  tre- 
mendous pressures  which  can  well  up 
against  an  apparently  impregnable 
union.  With  one  voice  they  exclaim, 
"Why  can't  we  be  left  alone  to  settle 
our  personal  problems?" 

It  is  a  harsh  contradiction  to.  face, 
this  discovery  that  Hollywood  re- 
porters, who  constantly  hailed  their 
marriage  as  "perfect,"  should  now 
after  one  brief  .quarrel  be  so  apparently 
convinced  that  these  two  are  headed 
directly  for  the  divorce  court.  Yet, 
Jane  Powell  should  hardly  find  it  in 
her  heart  to  blame  her  reporter  friends, 
for  they  were  not  the  first  to  break  the 
news.  Hollywood's  300  news  corre- 
spondents, reading  the  abrupt  an- 
nouncement from  her  studio  that  she 
and  Geary  had  "tiffed"  and  "hoped"  to 
work  things  out,  were  both  shocked 
and  surprised. 

Jane,  never  having  been  through  a 
situation  like  this  before,  was  only  try- 
ing to  be  her  honest  self.  Unfortu- 
nately, however,  it  was  not  possible  for 
the  press  to  accept  this  somewhat 
questionably  worded  statement  and 
then  sit  back  calmly  to  wait  for  an- 
other "handout"  that  never  came.  As 
matters  stood.  (Continued  on  page  97) 


JOAN  AND  MARILYN  TALK 


ANOTHER  MODERN  SCREEN  EXCLUSIVE:  HOLLYWOOD'S  TOP  REPORTER  REVEALS  WHY  CRAWFORD  BLASTED  MONROE  IN 


■  Hollywood  loves  a  feud  better  than  a  blood  brother.  It 
welcomes  any  sort  of  a  fight — a  battle  always  makes  for 
exciting  copy.  So,  when  Joan  Crawford  blasted  Marilyn 
Monroe  in  the  bitterest  interview  one  glamor  girl  has  ever 
leveled  against  another,  the  town  was  torn  apart. 

I  waited  until  the  fire  was  smouldering  and  practically  out 
before  I  talked  to  the  stars  of  the  now  famous  feud,  Joan 
and  Marilyn. 

"Why  did  you  do  it?"  I  asked  Joan,  whom  I  have  always 
known  to  be  warmhearted,  kind  and  never  before  too  violently 


critical  of  anyone.  "Why  did  you  tear  Marilyn  apart  pub- 
licly? If  you  thought  she  needed  your  help,  why  didn't  you 
give  it  to  her  in  private?" 

"You'll  be  surprised,"  Joan  said,  "but  that's  exactly  what  I 
wanted  to  do.  I  thought,  when  Bob  Thomas  came  to  get  an 
interview  with  me  on  the  subject  of  the  Academy  Awards — 
which  is  what  he  had  asked  for — that  we  were  finished  after 
we  discussed  this  topic. 

"He  was  half  way  out  the  door  and  on  his  way  to  an 
appointment  at  MGM,  when  suddenly  he  stopped  and  said, 


This  is  the  original  Associated  Press 
release  which  started  the  fireworks. 


TO  LOU  ELLA  PARSONS 


PUBLIC 


AND  WHAT   MARILYN'S   DOING  ABOUT  IT! 


'Don't  you  think  Marilyn  Monroe  was  too  sexy  in  Niagara— 
and  don't  you  think  that  dress  she  wore  at  an  awards  dinner 
was  disgusting?' 

"Because  I  was  sure  our  conversation  was  now  off  the 
record,  I  answered  his  questions.  I  was  shocked  when  I  later 
read  the  interview  which  contained  two  lines  about  the 
Academy  Awards  and  the  rest  was  all  a  blast  at  Marilyn. 

"I  wish  I  could  say  I  didn't  say  those  things,  but' I  did 
say  them!  I  was  not  misquoted!  But,  believe  me.  in  the 
future  I  will  think  twice  before  I  (Continued  on  page  92) 


JOAN  CRAWFORD  GIVES 
MARILYN  MONROE  A  TIP 

By  Bob  Thomas 

Joan  Crawford  today  aimed  this  curt  message  at  ■ 
Marilyn  Monroe:  Stop  believing  your  publicity. 

The  curvaceous  blonde  has  been  the  subject  of 
a  hot  controversy  during  the  past  fortnight. 
Women's  clubs  have  protested  about  the  nature  of 
her  publicity  and  the  advertising  photos  for  her 
pictures. 

Adding  fuel  to  the  fire  were  reports  that  her 
latest  picture,  the  first  with  which  she  could  dem- 
onstrate her  box-office  pull,  was  doing  disappointing 
business.  Then  there  was  her  much-publicised  ap- 
pearance at  an  awards  dinner. 

Miss  Monroe  showed  up  in  a  zipperless  metallic 
gown  into  which  she  had  been  sewn.  When  she 
stepped  up  to  get  her  award  as  the  outstanding  per- 
sonality on  the  screen,  she  put  on  a  hip-swinging 
display  that  brought  the  house  down. 

"It  was  like  a  burlesque  show,"  said  the  horrified 
Miss  Crawford,  who  was  present  at  the  affair.  "The 
audience  yelled  and  shouted,  and  Jerry  Lewis  got 
up  on  the  table  and  whistled.  But  those  of  us  in  the 
industry  just  shuddered. 

"Certainly  her  picture  isn't  doing  business,  and 
I'll  tell  you  why.  Sex  plays  a  tremendously  impor- 
tant part  in  every  person's  life.  People  are  interested 
in  it,  intrigued  with  it.  But  they  don't  like  to  see  it 
flaunted  in  their  faces. 

"Kids  don't  like  her.  Sex  plays  a  growingly  im- 
portant part  in  their  lives.-  too;  and  they  don't  like 
to  see  it  exploited. 

"And  don't  forget  the  women.  They're  the  ones 
who  pick  out  the  movie  entertainment  for  the 
family.  They  won't  pick  anything  that  won't  be 
suitable  for  their  husbands  and  children." 

The  durable  Miss  Crawford,  who  has  lasted 
longer  than  any  film  star  in  history,  said  the  Monroe 
buildup  was  clever  and  well  planned.  It  was  the 
work  of  master  exploiters,  she  remarked,  but  it 
got  out  of  hand. 

"The  publicity  has  gone  too  far,"  she  said.  "And 
apparently  Miss  Monroe  is  making  the  mistake  of 
believing  her  publicity.  Someone  should  make  her 
see  Ihe  light.  She  should  be  told  that  the  public 
likes  provocative  feminine  Personalities;  but  it  also 
hkes  to  know  that  underneath  it  all  the  actresses 
are  ladies." 

The  Crawford  comments  were  read  to  Miss 
Monroe  and  she  was  asked  if  she  cared  to  say  any- 
thing about  them.  Miss  Monroe  started  to  make  a 
statement  and  then  changed  her  mind  and  replied: 
No  comment." 
Discussing  other  glamor  build-ups,  she  remarked 
that  Jane  Russell  had  managed  herself  well. 

"Howard  Hughes  tried  to  make  her  out  a  sexy 
dish  at  first,"  she  said,  "but  Jane  managed  to  keep 
her  feet  on  the  ground." 

Then  there  was  Jean  Harlow,  who  was  first 
Painted  as  a  platinum  blonde  vamp.  When  that 
novelty  wore  off,  she  became  a  successful  com- 
edienne. Apparently  20th  Century-Fox  has  the 
same  thing  in  mind  for  Monroe. 

Miss  Crawford,  who  is  up  for  her  second  Oscar 
with  Sudden  Fear,  added:  "I  think  she'd  better  be- 
come a  comedienne — or  something." 


"People  say  I'm  a 
flirt,  and  they're  right" 
confesses  Mitzi,  who 
jolted  all  Hollywood 
by  blossoming 
into  one  of  its  most 
tantalizing  women. 

BY  JIM  HENAGHAN 


6^ 

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■  One  day  last  fall  three  very  fancy  young  ladies  marched  out  of  an 
alley  on  Main  Street  in  Los  Angeles  and  started  walking  toward  the  center 
of  town.  Main  Street  in  Los  Angeles  is  not  like  Main  Street  in  your  home 
town;  it  is  skid  row,  an  avenue  of  gaudy  saloons  and  pawn  shops  and  cheap 
restaurants  and  burlesque  theaters.  The  alley  led  to  the  stage  door  of  one 
of  these  burlesque  palaces— and  the  three  fancy  dolls  were  what  you  might 
call  dancers,  if  you  weren't  familiar  with  the  word  stripper. 

A  few  minutes  later,  attracting  considerable  attention,  the  girls  halted 
at  the  box  office  of  the  Philharmonic  Auditorium,  an  emporium  of  the 
finer  things  in  stage  entertainment,  and  picked  up  three  tickets  for  the 
afternoon  performance  of  a  show  called  Jollyana.  A  fellow  smoking  a 
cigarette  in  the  lobby  smirked  at  the  doorman  as  the  girls  entered  the 
theater. 

"Those  kids  are  from  the  Follies,"  he  grinned.  "What  are  they  doing 
up  here,  learning  some  tricks?" 

"Yes,  sir,"  said  the  doorman.  "They  come  every  matinee— to  see  Mitzi 
Gaynor." 

"Mitzi  Gaynor?"  said  the  smoker.  "Mitzi  Gaynor!" 
"Yes,  sir,"  said  the  doorman. 

The  customer  flipped  his  cigarette  into  the  street  and  hurried  inside.  This 
he  had  to  see.  And  he  did. 

Jollyana  'didn't  travel  out  of  Los  Angeles,  so  you  more  than  likely  didn't 
see  Mitzi  Gaynor  in  that  show,  but  if  you  had  you  would  have  understood 
why  strippers  from  all  over  the  Southern  California  area  came  time  and  again 
to  see  Mitzi,  to  learn  a  number  of  things.  One  was  how  to  strip  without 
removing  any  garment.  Another  was  how  to  tantalize  a  male  audience 
and  still  remain  a  lady.  But  most  important,  in  Jollyana  Mitzi  Gaynor  was 
giving  lessons  in  how  to  dance  sexy  and  still  be  a  wholesome,  healthy  young 
girl;  how  to  combine  apple  cheeks  and  a  naughty  wink. 

Just  the  other  day  we  spoke  to  her  at  length  (Continued  on  page  99) 


But  Mitzi  still  hasn't  made  up"  her  mind 
about  marriage  to  Hugh.  "We've  both  got  a 
bit  more  living  to  do,"  she  admits. 


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on  his  own 


■  The  news  of  his  firing  came  to  Mario  Lanza  like  a  thunderbolt. 

He  had  just  finished  a  transatlantic  telephone  call  to  a  friend 
in  London.  "Look,"  he'd  said,  "it's  definite.  It  really  is.  I  go 
back  to  MGM  on  May  5th.  Exactly  when  the  studio  will  start 
up  The  Student  Prince  again  I  don't  know.  Joe  Pasternak,  the 
producer  is  going  to  Italy  to  do  Flame  And  The  Flesh  with  Lana 
Turner.  But  it's  all  set.  I  go  back  on  salary  May  5th.  .When 
Joe  comes  back  from  Italy,  probably  in  July,  that's  when  the 
picture  begins. 

"Oh,  yes,  another  thing.  I  spoke  to  Vic  Damone  today.  He 
told  me  that  he  and  Jane  Powell  had  been  testing  for  The  Student 
Prince.  This  I  can't  understand  unless  the  studio  feels  I'm  not 
to  be  trusted,  that  I'll  walk  off  the  picture.  They  don't  have  to 
worry.  I'm  going  to  give  this  one  everything  I've  got.  I've 
told  that  to  all  the  executives,  and  I'm  sure  they  believe  me." 

While  Mario  was  talking  with  such  unbridled  enthusiasm  and 
happiness,  his  mother-in-law  was  trying  to  get  through  to  him 
from  Chicago.  She  works  at  Marshall  Field,  the  well-known 
department  store,  and  as  soon  as  any  news  or  gossip  about  her 
famous  son-in-law  breaks  in  the  papers,  any  one  of  half  a  dozen 
salesgirls  comes  running  to  her  with  it. 

Five  minutes  after  he  finished  his  London  call,  Mario  picked 
up  the  phone  in  the  study  of  his  Bel-Air  mansion.  His  mother- 
in-law  had  gotten  through.  Her  voice  was  charged  with  emotion. 

"It  says  in  the  papers,"  Mrs.  Hicks  began,  "that  the  studio 
has  fired  you." 

Mario  laughed.  "What  papers?" 

"All  the  papers,  Mario. .  The  Tribune.  All  the  papers." 

"It  must  be  a  joke,  Ma.  I  just  finished  a  long  legal  hassel 
with  the  studio.  Everything's  fine.  I'm  going  back  to  work  in 
a  couple  of  weeks." 

"But  the  newspapers  .  .  ."  Mario's  mother-in-law  insisted 
".  .  .  it  sounds  very  official." 

"Okay,"  Mario  said.  "Read  it  to  me." 

Mrs.  Hicks  read  the  official  studio  announcement  to  the  effect 
that  MGM  could  no  longer  put  up  with  Mario  Lanza's  demands 
and  was  terminating  his  employment  contract. 

Mario  refused  to  believe  it.  After  all,  the  papers  had  been 
carrying  erroneous  stories  on  him  for  months.  This  was  probably 
another  fantasy  conjured  up  by  an  imaginative  reporter.  He 
handed  the  phone  to  his  wife,  Betty,  {Continued  on  page  83) 


Mario  and  Betty  Lanza  both  adore  their  son  Damon.  To 
Mario,  having  a  male  child  was  the  fulfilment  of  a  long- 
time, deep,  desire.    Damon  was  six  months  old  in  June. 


Ever  since  Mario  and  MGM  parted,  he  has  had  much 
more  time  to  spend  with  his  children.  Long  walks  and  story- 
telling session  are  fun  for  Elissa  (left),  Colleen,  and  Poppa. 


Mario  finally  got  his  freedom,  the  hard  way,  from  MGM.    Now  Lanza's  on  the  outside  wondering— was  it  triumph 


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These  are  the  only  color 
pictures  taken  of  Mario  Lanza's 
family  since  the  birth  of 
his  son,  and  are  exclusive 
to  Modern  Screen 


Usually  a  boisterous,  noisy  person,  Mario  is  always 
strangely  subdued  when  wheeling  Damon  in  his  carriage. 
He  has  .a  very  protective  attitude  towards  his  baby  son. 


.Full  of  plans  for  free  lance  films,  a  radio  and  TV  show,  and  a  concert  tour,  Mario 
is  now  a  happy  man  again.  After  a  farewell  hug  for  Colleen  (above)  he  hands  her 
back  to  Betty  (below)  and  goes  off  for  a  conference  to  map  out  his  new  career. 


Piper  has  many  dates  with  casual  beaus, 


MAGE, 
ANYBODY  ? 


Dick:  I  like  a  girl  who  doesn't  need  fancy  en- 
tertainment. Piper  and  I  can  have  a  good  time 
just    tripping    through    the    tulips,  together. 


Piper:  Seeing  stars  is  fun — especially  if  they're 
tall,  dark  and  handsome,  like  Dick!  But  my 
career  usually  interferes  just  at  the  wrong  time. 


AN  OLD  MAID  AT  TWENTY- ONE? 


■  PIPER  LAURIE:  Well,  I'll  tell  you,  it's 
getting  to  be  like  this  in  the  family.  I'll  say 
to  my  mother,  "Mom,  I've  got  something 
to  tell  you,"  and  she'll  drop  everything  to 
turn  to  me  instantly.  "Yes?  Yes?"  she'll 
urge,  and  her  reaction  is  unmistakable; 
always  the  one-track  mind,  if  you  know 
mothers  .  .  .  mothers  of  daughters, 
that  is. 

She  thinks  I'm  about  to  tell  her  that  I've 
met  someone — the  one — and  it  looks  like 
marriage  is  in  the  air.  But  all  I've  got  to 


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among  them  attractive  Dick  Long  (below)  ...  but  only  dashing  Carlos  Thompson  looks  like  her  current  serious  heart  interest. 


Dick:  You  can  learn  a  lot  about  people  just  yakking,  par- 
ticularly if  you're  working  with  them.  Piper  and  I  have  spent 
hours    talking    about    everything,    especially    show  business. 


Piper:    My    mother   isn't    pushing    me    to    get    married;  it's 
lust  that  she  thinks  I'm  getting  to  the  stage  where  I  should 
on   it.  She  likes  all   my  beaus  equally. 


sort  of  concentrate 


Piper  s  romance  with  Carlos  Thompson  may  last  longer  than  her  others  he's 
planning  to  be  in  Europe  the  same  time  she  is.  so  they  won't  have  to  cut  their 
courting  short.  Carlos,  the  first  Latin  in  Piper's  life,  comes  from  Buenos  Aires 


WHO  SAYS  SO?    HERE,   IN   DIRECT   QUOTES,   PIPER,  FAMILY   AND    FRIENDS   SPEAK    OUT   ON    THE  SUBJECT! 


tell  her  usually  is  some  such  piece  of  news 
as  just  being  put  into  a  new  picture  or 
having  to  leave  on  some  trip.  And  when  I 
do  her  face  falls  and  she  says.  "Oh,  that." 
"Yes,  mom,  that." 

"Oh,  well,"  she  says  (meaning  "you  call 
that  news")  and,  "that's  nice"  (meaning 
"hurry  back  and  let's  get  down  to  the  real 
business  of  your  life"). 

You  see,  my  mother  would  expect  to 
know  soon,  very  soon,  after  I  made  up  my 
mind.  We're  a  family  kind  of  familv.  I'm  a 


family  girl,  perhaps  even  more  so  than  a 
career  girl.  I  suppose.  I  don't  think  I've 
ever  gone  out  with  a  boy  who  hasn't  been 
to  my  home  and  whom  mother  hasn't  met. 
So  she  feels  she  would  know  the  boy  all 
right.  All  I  have  to  do  is  identify  him. 

The  thing  is,  if  we  talk  boys.  why. 
mother  can  take  them  up  with  me  one  by 
one.  And.  of  course,  like  all  mothers,  she 
has  her  own  point  of  view.  Sometimes  we 
agree  about  a  boy,  sometimes  we  don't.  I 
say  she  judges  them  by  the  way  they  eat. 


She  says  I  judge  them  bv  the  way  thev  tie 
their  necktie  (if  they  wear  one).  As  yc- 
can  tell,  so  far  all  three  of  us  haven't 
agreed — I  mean  mother,  me  and  a  boy! 

It's  not  that  mother  is  always  pushing 
me.  Not  that  at  all.  But  I  feel  she  thinks 
I'm  getting  to  the  stage  where  I  should 
sort  of  concentrate  on  this  prob  .  .  .  well, 
this  issue.  If  you  know  what  I  mean.  I 
mean  she  is  concentrating. 

For  instance,  when  I  told  her  about 
going  to  Korea  ( Continued  on  page  89) 


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Dili 


CYD  CHARISSE  USED  TO  PLAY  SHORTSTOP  FOR  THE  BOYS  .  .  .  NOW  THE  BOYS  ARE  STOPPING  SHORT  FOR  HER! 


■  When  Cyd  Charisse  blew  into  the  movies  in  1944  people 

asked  "What  is  Cyd  Charisse?"  It  sounded  more  like  a  dessert 

than  a  name,  and  Cyd  lives  up  to  the  analogy.  Tall 

and  willowy,  she  is  topped  off  by  a  swirl  of  dark  hair  that  suggests 

the  color  of  smoke.  Her  brown  eyes  are  wide  set  and  tilting 

at  the  corners,  and  her  teeth  are  perfectly  rounded  white  gems 

that  flash  in  a  disarming  smile.  The  combination  adds  up  to  a 

dish  that  anyone  would  consider  luscious,  and  a  bit 

beyond  reach,  too.  Cyd  looks  expensive  and  her  manner 

on  first  meeting  seems  aloof,  almost  haughty. 

If  this  is  true,  it  is  possibly  because  she  is  expecting  the  usual 
opening  gambit — an  inquiry  about  her  name.  Cyd  figures  that 
in  all  her  life  she  has  met  perhaps  a  dozen  people  who  have 
not  immediately  inquired  as  to  the  nature  of  and  the  reason 
for  her  appellation.  The  answer  is  quite  simple.  The  "Cyd"  comes 
from  her  older  brother's  abortive  attempt  to  say  "sister," 
and  the  Charisse  part  of  it  comes  from  her  first  husband,  dancing 
instructor  Nico  Charisse.  (Continued  on  page  88) 


Cyd   adores  husband  Tony  Martin   but  rarely  sees  hi 


By  JANE  WILKiE 


CROSBY  AND  SON 


Under  Bing's  guidance  (here  at  Versailles,  France), 
Lindsay  is  adapting  to  life  without  a  mother.  He 
and  Bing  pal  around,  and  help  each  other  adjust. 


This  trip  to  Europe 

was  the  first  step  for  a  father 

whose  biggest  purpose 

in  life  is  his  devotion  to 

^ir  sons  .  .  .  Lindsay,  the 

youngest,  needed  him  most.  .  . 

BY  STEVE  CRONIN 


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Bing  planned  the  European  jaunt  with  Lindsay 
because  he  felt  the  youngster's  grief  might  be 
lessened  by  foreign  travel  and  new  interests. 


■  Bing  Crosby  and  his  traveling  sidekick, 
a  sharp,  polite,  well-bred  boy  of  IS  who 
happens  to  be  his  youngest  son  Lindsay, 
will  return  from  Europe  to  Hollywood  on 
June  25th. 

This  knocks  into  a  cocked  hat  once  and 
for  all  the  rumor  that  Bing  was  planning  to 
remain  abroad  in  order  to  rendezvous  in 
peace  with  beautiful  Mona  Freeman,  his 
sometimes  dining  companion. 

When  Bing  arrived  at  Cherbourg  aboard 
the  Queen  Elizabeth  last  March,  reporters 
descended  upon  him  and  asked  first,  "Is  it 
true,  Monsieur  Bing,  you  are  engaged  to 
Mademoiselle  Freeman?"  and  second,  "Is  it 
not  true  that  you  plan  to  marry  Mademoi- 
selle Mona  Freeman?" 

Lindsay,  who  loves  to  see  his  old  man 
wriggle  out  of  a  tight  spot,  wisecracked  with 
Sue  Robertson,  Bing's  secretary,  as  the  old 
groaner,  momentarily  perturbed,  collected 
his  wits  for  a  denial. 

"Now,  look,"  Bing  said,  "I've  known 
Mona  ever  since  she  was  a  kid.  There's  ab- 
solutely nothing  to  that  story.  Once  in  a 
while  down  at  Palm  Springs  we  took  dinner. 
That's  all." 

And  when  Bing  said,  "That's  all,"  he 
meant  it,  because  in  the  three  months  of  his 
European  sojourn,  Mona  Freeman  was  the 
one  subject  he  would  not  discuss. 

"We  just  came  over  to  play  a  little  golf," 
Bing  explained.  "I  also  thought  it  wouldn't 
do  Lindsay  any  harm  to  get  around  a  little, 
you  know,  see  (Continued  on  page  95) 


Reporters  on  the  Continent,  respecting  Bing's  bereavement,  left  him  alone  as 
much  as  possible.  During  the  few  interviews  he  did  grant,  Bing  answered  all 
the  questions  they  asked  him  except  those  dealing  with  his  rumored  romances. 


Noodlmg  around  with  some  local  musicians,  Bing  proves  that  one  antidote  for 
sorrow  is  constant  activity.  While  in  Europe,  he  and  Lindsay  steered  clear 
of  the  big,  fancy  hotels,  preferring  the  anonymity  of  lesser-known  hostelries. 


Liz  and  Mike's  ranch 


■  Liz  Taylor's  voice,  softly  muted  by  the 
deep  pink  carpet  and  the  yards  of  pink 
chintz  in  her  bedroom,  wafted  through  the 
open  glass  doors  to  where  Mike  Wilding  was 
seated  on  their  small  private  patio. 

"Darling,"  the  voice  cooed,  "you  want  to 
know  the  two  most  delicious  smells  in  the 
world?" 

Mike  Wilding  grinned.  "Tell  me,"  he 
shouted. 

Liz  shuffled  up  behind  her  husband  and 
ever  so  lightly  pressed  her  lips  against  his 


cheek.  "Babies  and  bacon,"  she  mumbled. 
Then  she  pulled  back.  "Let's  eat  some 
breakfast." 

Each  morning  before  she  eats,  Liz  al- 
ways runs  into  the  nursery  and  supervises 
the  splashing  bath  of  her  only  child.  While 
she  does  this,  husband  Mike  relaxes  on  the 
patio,  usually  reading  the  papers  and  drink- 
ing in  the  California  sun  he  loves.  In  about 
15  minutes,  Liz  joins  him  with  the  early 
morning  report  on  their  heir.  Sometimes  it's 
about  little  Mike's  eyes,  sometimes  it's. 


44 


Century  Tang  horse  add  a  rich  decorative  note. 


house 


about  his  funny  cackling.  On.  this  particu- 
lar morning  the  report  concerned  itself  with 
their  baby's  clean,  fresh  smell. 

"Tell  you  what,"  Mike,  senior,  suggested, 
"if  he  smells  so  darn  good  this  morning, 
why  don't  you  get  Chanel  to  bottle  him? 
We  could  call  it  Attar  of  Baby  Porker' or 
Chanel  Number  Five  Months." 

Liz  giggled.  "Why,  that's  a  marvelous 
idea!"  She  sank  her  gleaming  teeth  into  a 
crunchy  slice  of  bacon  just  as  the  phone 
rang.  (Continued  on  next  page) 


EXCLUSIVE 
TO 

MODERN 
SCREEN 


Home  on  the  range  was  never 
like  this!    Liz  Taylor's  $100,000 
ranch  house  is  in  a  class 
by  itself,  even  in  Hollywood. 

BY  MARVA  PETERSON 


The  one  change  Liz  and  Mike  made  in  the  home  they  bought  was  the 
addition  of  this  "lanai"  or  enclosed  patio.  The  structural  stone  wall  in 
the  living  room  was  extended,  a  bar  built,  and  the  new  corner  glassed  in 


Liz  selected  the  periwinkle  blue  couch,  then  decorator  Jim  Favour  added 
the  purple  chair  and  black  tables.  The  matchstick  bamboo  curtains  are 
threaded  with  purple,  green,  gold  and  blue  wool.  The  bust  is  by  Epstein 


The  dining  area  is  set  apart  by  a  low  stone  wall,  and  all  the  furniture 
for  both  dining  and  living  areas  was  custom  built.  The  paintings  by 
Augustus   John    and    Benton    Scott   are    from    Liz'    father's  0€*S^allerv 

(  ft*** 


:0V 


45 


iz  and  Mike's  ranch  house 

continued 


and  Mike  Wilding's  guest  house  is  a  separate  and  complete  unit, 
ed  to  the  main  building  by  a  covered  walk.  In  addition  to  this 
Portable  living  room,  the  house  has  its  own  bedroom,  kitchen,  bath. 


latest  in  modern  equipment  can  be  found  in  Liz'  white  oak.  panelled 
n  kitchen.  Cabinets  were  designed,  for  a  specific  use — narrow  file  for 
a   deep  closet  for  pots,   a   felt-lined   drawer  for  silverware. 


Mike  Wilding  answered  it.  He  spoke  a  few 
pleasantries  into  the  mouthpiece,  then  handed  the 
phone  to  Liz.  "It's  your  agent,  the  illustrious  Mr. 
Goldstone." 

Liz  shook  her  head  and  tightened' her  robe.  "Oh, 
nuts!"  But  she  got  up  and  hurried  to  the  phone, 
and  in  less  than  a  minute  her  face  was  wreathed  in 
smiles.  She  put  down  the  phone  and  her  violet 
eyes  glistened.  "They've  offered  me  Vivien  Leigh's 
role  in  Elephant  Walk.  The  studio's  agreed  to 
loan  me  out.  Aren't  you  surprised?" 

Liz  laughed  and  whirled  herself  around  the 
white  wrought-iron  porch  furniture,  landing  final- 
ly in  her  husband's  lap  and  kissing  him  twice. 

"I've  never  know  you  to  be  so  enthusiastic 
about  work,"  he  said. 

Mike  Wilding  was  being  truthful,  because 
ever  since  he  and  Liz  bought  their  mountain-top 
lovenest,  and  a  baby  son  came  along  to  round 
things  out,  Mrs.  Michael  Wilding  hasn't  cared  a 
fig  for  screen  work.  She's  been  quite  content  to 
fill  her  life  with  pure  domestic  bliss,  keeping 
house,  taking  care  of  little  Mike,  swimming  in 
her  pool,  riding  around  with  her  husband  in  their 
low-slung  Jaguar. 

Compared  to  this  paradise-like  existence,  no 
movie  script  seemed  quite  tempting  enough  so 
that  in  the  weeks  following  the  birth  of  her  baby, 
Liz  returned  to  MGM  as  unsuitable  all  the  scripts 
sent  to  her.  The  studio,  in  turn,  suspended  their 
number-one  beauty,  stopping  her  weekly  salary 
check  of  $3,500.  Not  even  this  made  Liz  change 
her  mind  about  returning  to  work.  She  was  happy 
at  home  and  at  home  she  was  determined  to  stay 
until  she  got  the  right  part. 

You  all  know  what  happened.  Vivien  Leigh 
suffered  a  nervous  breakdown  on  the  Paramount 
lot  while  doing  Elephant  Walk.  Paramount  had 
already  sunk  a  cool  million  into  the  production. 
A  new  leading  lady  was  a  must.  So  as  it  does  to 
all  movie  mothers,  the  moment  came  when  Liz 
had  to  leave  her  idyllic  laziness  and  incorporate 
the  new  role  of  mother-wife  into  the  old  familiar 
framework  of  acting,  the  only  occupation  she  has 
ever  known. 

"It  hasn't  been  too  easy  going  back  to  work," 
she  admits  with  resignation.  "But  now  that 
Michael  is  working  again,  well,  it  isn't  too  terri- 
ble." 

"She  hated  to  think  of  me,"  Mike  explains, 
"lounging  around  the  house,  doing  absolutely 
nothing  while  she  had  to  (Continued  on  page  76) 


tv-ee/md  ko  ike 


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Ik  .   .  .  :  A 


*^de**v -Sew&is  £UtaMf 


■  Across  the  Pont  Neuf,  one 

of  the  smaller  bridges  that  span  the 

Seine  in  Paris,  you  find  the  Place  Dauphine, 

a  quiet,  respectable,  middle-class  French 

neighborhood. 

On  the  sixth  floor  of  an  old-fashioned 
apartment  house,  overlooking  this  picturesque 
tree-filled  square,  Gene  Kelly  lives  with 
his  talented,  outspoken,  beautiful  young 
wife,  Betsy  Blair,  and  their  only 
offspring,  a  charming,  bright-as-a-new-penny 
ten-year-old  girl  alliteratively  named  Kerry. 

The  Kellys  live  in  a  five-room  fiat 
sub-leased  from  a  lady  who  used  to  reside 
at  the  American  Embassy,  which  is  why 
when  you  ask  around  the  Place  Dauphine 
where  Gene  Kelly  lives,  the  French  children 
in  the  neighborhood  giggle,  do  a  little 
dance  step  for  you,  then  point  to  the  sixth 
floor  and  shout,  "L'apartment  Americain." 

The  three  Kellys  have  been  living  in 
Europe  for  more  than  a  year  now,  and  while 
they're  unusually  (Continued  on  page  94) 


tfnr  /Htu^drf&iw  tit  a,  /yuu«t  f 


Geleise  nic,  ''berschreiten 
Ne  pas  travera."!es  voies 
Non  traversare  i  binari 


liMiKliHiI&flliblllil&i 


It's  here — the  day  all  who  love  Ann  have  hoped  and  prayed  for,  the  day  her  every  dream  comes  true! 

■  Now  if  you  happen  to  be  reading  this  on  the  last  Saturday 
of  this  month  of  June  it'll  be  the  moment  that  Ann  Blyth, 
wearing  the  wedding  dress  she  dreamed  she  would,  is  kneeling 
before  the  marriage  altar  with  the  boy  she  prayed  she  would. 
At  St.  Charles,  in  the  San  Fernando  Valley  in  California,  Ann 
is  becoming  the  bride  of  Dr.  James  V.  McNulty.  And  if  you 
asked  her  anything  about  anything  else  she'd  tell  you  it  didn't 
matter. 

"Ann,"  she  can  only  think  to  herself,  "you  are  marrying  in 
the  church  of  your  devotion  to  the  man  of  your  devotion." 
And  it  is  true.  For  though  this  dark-haired,  24-year-old  Irish 
girl  has  walked  in  high  places  she  has  been  known  always  for 
her  yearning  for  simple  happiness.  She  did  pray  to  her  St. 


Anne  that  there  would  be  someone  someday  like  the  tall, 
young  doctor  at  her  side ;  quietly  strong  yet  gentle  like  him, 
and  with  a  ready  smile  and  an  understanding  way.  And  she 
is  not  above  telling  you,  "My  prayers  were  answered." 

To  every  girl  belongs  such  a  moment  as  is  now  taking  place 
at  St.  Charles — and  this  is  Ann's  to  remember  forever;  solemn 
with  the  song  of  the  mass,  festive  with  the  flowers  and  further 
music,  and  then,  with  dear  friends  and  relatives  looking  on, 
the  fateful  hush  of  the  ceremony  itself. 

Yet  it  is  a  moment  shared  by  others ;  not  only  do  those  who 
fill  the  church  know  why  they  have  come,  those  who  crowd  the 
street  outside  for  a  glimpse  of  the  bride  know  why  they  wait. 
They  are  caught  by  a  fairy  story.  (Continued  on  next  page) 


SO 


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Ann,  who  was  feted  at  many  showers  during  her  engagement,  is  a  spectator  here  as  Terry  Moore  congratulates  Dr.  James  V.  McNulty. 


Ann  Blyth's  folks  had  no  riches  when  she  was  born.  Hers  was 
a  childhood  of  big  city  nonentity,  of  bread  and  milk  in  the 
kitchen,  ordinary  schooling  and,  seemingly,  limited  opportun- 
ity. But  she  had  riches  to  give;  in  beauty  of  form  and  beauty 
of  manner  as  an  actress.  And  here  is  the  magic  that  touches 
this  wedding — in  this  country  a  colleen  can  become  a  queen! 

None  in  the  church  doubts  it  when  she  comes  down  the 
aisle  on  the  arm  of  her  Uncle  Pat  Tobin.  She  seems  to  move 
in  the  white  aura  of  her  veil  of  diaphanous  illusion  tulle  which 
is  as  long  as  the  train  of  her  gown  of  mousseline  de  soie  over 
white  satin.  On  her  head  is  Chantilly  lace,  a  bonnet  em- 
broidered with  pearls.  Those  whom  she  passes  by  closely  note 
the  tight  bodice  of  the  gown,  the  long  sleeves,  and  that  she 
carries,  a  rosary  and  a  bouquet  of  lilies  of  the  valley.  If  they 
look  at  her  eyes  they  know  that  her  soul  has  risen  into  them 
and  shines  through,  luminous  with  tears  and  love. 

Behind  her  is  her  court  of  bridesmaids  and  by  their  names 
you  can  recognize  some  of  these,  too,  as  princesses;  not  heredi- 
tary, but  risen  as  Ann  in  their  own  personal  right  through 
democracy's  processes  and  public  (Continued  on  page  96) 


St.  Charles  Church  in  North  Hollywood  is  the  place  Ann  chose  for 
her  late  June  weddinq;  she  and  Jim  decided  to  have  the  cere- 
mony at  10:00  o'clock  Mass.  Jane  Powell  was  wed  here,  too. 


Blyth's  wedding  day  marks  the  end  of  past  loneliness,  and  the  start  of  a  glorious  future! 


This  is  the  home  in  which  Ann  and  Jim  will  start  their  married  lite.  It's 
a  Uonnect.cut  style  farmhouse  at  Toluca  Lake.  Ann  describes  it  as  "the 
Kind  ot  house  that  just  reaches  out  and  puts  its  arms  around  you.' 


Anns  home  cooking  will  be  the  kind  her  husband  boasts  about, 
bne  s  been  taking  lessons,  so  there'll  be  no  burnt  toast  and  fallen 
angel  cakes  in  her  kitchen!  Jim's  a  lucky  man  in  lots  of  ways 


53 


GETTING  TO  KNOW 


■  A  basically  unhappy,  fear-ridden  beauty, 
Ava  Lavinia  Gardner  is  today  happier  than  she 
has  ever  been  before.  And  for  three  reasons. 

She  is  living  in  Europe.  She  is  convinced 
that  she  and  Frank.  Sinatra  can  make  a  go  of 
their  marriage,  and  she  is  content  with  her 
work. 

This  marks  the  first  time  in  a  decade  that 
Ava  has  been  satisfied  with  her  geographical 
location,  the  condition  of  her  love-life,  the  state 
of  her  finances,  and  the  progress  of  her  career. 

In  short,  the  belle  of  Grabtown,  North  Caro- 
lina, now  has  pretty  nearly  everything  she's 
clamored  for,  everything,  that  is,  except  chil- 
dren, and  with  a  little  luck,  they  may  be  forth- 
coming in  the  future,  especially  since  Frankie 
has  been  touring  the  Continent,  flying  to  Ava's 
side  at  every  free  moment. 

Ava's  current  peace  of  mind  is  very  much  in 
contrast  to  her  state  of  misery  when  she  left 
Hollywood  last  November.  At  that  time,  you'll 
recall,  it  was  touch  and  go  as  to  whether  Ava 
and  her  crooner  would  separate  or  stay  together. 

Frankie  had  caught  his  wife  and  Lana  Turner 
in  his  Palm  Springs  house  "cutting  him  up," 
to  use  his  own  expression,  and  it  looked  very 
much  as  if  this  might  be  the  swan  song  to  their 
marriage.  But  fortunately,  there  was  a  recon- 
ciliation, the  umpteenth  reconciliation  between 
the  lovers,  and  Frankie  eventually  flew  all  the 
way  to  Nairobi  in  British  East  Africa,  to  be 
with  Ava  while  she  was  preparing  for  work  on 
Mogambo. 

Ava  says  she  liked  working  in  Mogambo.  "At 
least,"  she  explains,  "I  understood  the  part.  It 
wasn't  the  same  old  thing." 

It  was  also  good  having  Frankie  around  for 
moral  support.  When  Frank  flew  back  to  the 
States,  and  Ava  went  out  on  location  in  Kenya, 
the  setup  wasn't  perfect  but  Ava  made  the  best 
of  it. 

John  Ford,  the  crack  (Continued  on  page  67) 


Radiantly  happy  today,  Ava  finds  it  hard  to  recall  the  shy,  bumbling  girl  she  once 
was.  For  the  first  time  the  actress  is  perfectly  content  with  her  place  of  residence 
(Europe),  state  of  marriage  (ecstatic)  and  the  progress  of  her  career  (zooming). 


THE  WORLD  ADORED  HER— BUT  AVA  ALWAYS  FELT  OUT  OF  PLACE.    NOW  SHE'S  LEARNING  TO  UNDERSTAND 


54 


I 


YOU 


Ava  s  fnendship  with  Lena  Turner  helped  mess  up 
her  marriage.  Frank  accused  the  girls  of  "cutting 
him  up   ;  once  called  the  police  to  oust  Lana 


Their  early  married  life  was  a  trying  one  for  the  Sinatras.  Friends  of 
manvVt?rs  wh  °Td  W,he"  Frank  divorced  he,  and  there  were 
monies  when  Ava   (far  left)   and  Frank   (far  right)  despaired 


The  Sinatras'  joyous  reunion  in  May  proved  to  them 
once  and  for  all  how  much  in  love  they  are.  Both 
feel  that  their  marriage  is  on  stable  ground  now. 


Absence  did  make  the  heart  grow  fonder  in  Frank  and  Ava's  case  Frank 
shown  here  with  pal  Van  Heflin  and  his  wife,  found  life  just  wasn't  much 
fun  without  Ava.  He  couldn't  wait  until  he  joined  her  in  Europe  recently 


HERSELF  — AND  FRANKIE    .    BY  MARSHA  SAUNDERS 


Ava,  with  a  model  at  a  Parisian  fashion  show,  is 
now  as  inwardly  composed  as  she  looks  on  the  out- 
side. She's  complete  mistress  of  herself  at  last. 


55 


MAKING  U 


Newlyweds  Jane  and  Fred  chat  on  set  of  Let's  Jane  hasn't  much  time  these  days  for  her  favorite  hobby,  painting.  She 
Do  It-  Again.  She's  the  star,  he's  the  musi-  has  to  squeeze  it  in  between  making  movies,  keeping  house,  mothering 
cal  director;  they  fell  in  love  between  scenes.      her  children,  attending   parties,  and  just  plain   having   a   good  time! 


Her  career's  zooming, 

her  love-life's  blooming,  and 

Janie's  strutting  on 

top  of  the  world  these  days. 

Everyone's  wishing  her 

luck  and  saying:  Keep  it  up! 

BY  RICHARD  DEXTER 


■  The  Cadillac  limousine — one  that  was  almost  as  long 
as  a  bus — purred  up  to  the  door  of  Jane  Wyman's  home. 
Six  men,  all  in  tails  and  top  hats,  got  out  and  stood  in  a  single  file  from 
the  doorway  to  the  car  while  their  leader  rang  the  bell.  When  the 
maid  arrived,  she  grinned  a  little  foolishly,  then  excused  herself 
and  summoned  her  mistress.  Jane  appeared  in  a  moment,  elegantly 
strutted  to  the  car,  got  in,  followed  by  the  men,  and  the  limousine 
slipped  into  the  traffic  headed  for  downtown  Hollywood. 

Fifteen  minutes  later  the  car  pulled  up  before  a  rather  large  but  modest 
building  on  a  side  street  just  around  the  corner  from  Grauman's  Chinese 
Theater.  The  alighting  procedure  was  the  same.  The  men  got  -out. 
formed  a  line,  removed  their  toppers  and  stood  like  wax  images 
as  Jane  walked  into  the  building.  Then  they  followed  as 
formally  as  ushers  at  a  wedding.  The  door  shut  behind 
the  lot  of  them — and  a  ceremony  unique  to  Hollywood  behind 
that  closed  door.  (Continued  on  page  91) 


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■  Scott  Brady,  his  long  right  leg  flung  over  the 
arm  of  a  chair,  his  fingers  drumming  an  angry 
tempo  on  the  edge  of  the  table,  sat  quietly  glowering. 
He  got  up  a  couple  of  times  and  walked  around 
the  room,  apparently  in  deep  thought.  Finally,  he 
pointed  a  long  finger  and  shook  it. 

"There's  a  lot  of  baloney  going  around  about  me," 
he  growled.  "You  reporters,  and  a  lot  of  people  , 
in  this  town  are  messing  up  my  life.  The  only  reason 
I  haven't  complained  before  is  that  I  don't  want 
people  to  think  I'm  crying.  If  you  want  to  know 
the  real  truth  about  my  love  life — and  a  few 
other  things— just  shut  up  and  listen  for  a  few 
minutes."  Brady  stalked  around  the  room  gathering  his 
thoughts.  His  trousers  clung  neatly  to  his  narrow 
hips  and  were  cut  all  right,  but  it  seemed  they 
should  be  tucked  into  high  heeled  boots,  regular 
Tombstone  pants.  His  tweed  jacket  appeared  to  be 
an  excellent  hiding  place  for  guns,  and  his  shirt  was 
open  at  the  throat,  the  way  a  man  would  wear  it  if 
he  expected  action. 
We  sat  back  and  did  as  he  said. 
As  Brady  walked  up  and  down  he  began  to  look 
very  sorry  for  himself. 

"How  do  I  get  this  kind  of  a  reputation?"  he  said. 
"I  hear  I'm  fickle.  Well,  I'm  a  single  man  and  I  go 
out  with  quite  a  few  girls.  But  many  of  the  girls 
I  date  have  been  pals  for  years.  I  might  meet  a  new 
girl,  like  her,  and  try  to  get  her  to  go  out  with 
me  like  any  other  guy,  but  I'm  not  fickle  when  it 
comes  to  my  old  friends.  Why,  I've  never  even  dated 
a  girl  for  the  publicity  department— and  darn 
few  actors  can  make  that  statement.  And  that  includes 
Ann  Blyth.  That  rumor  was  really  unfair. 
I  like  Ann  very  much,  {Continued  on  page  74) 


A  date  with  a  different  girl  every 
night  earned  Scott  his  reputation. 
But,  he  protests,  he's  not  a  wolf! 


A  sultry  glance  warms   up   Peggy  Castl 


NO.  1  PLAYBOY  AND  TROUBLEMAKER— AND  HOW  DID  HE  GET  THAT  WAY? 


Susan  Ball  gets  some  heart-to-heart  talk 

Lucky  Anita  Ekberg  winds  up  with  good-night  kiss- 
■But  Dorothy  Malone,  the  one  girl  Scott  really  wants,  won't  tumble 


59 


"Religion  is  something 
I've  accepted  in  sure 
trust,  without  know- 
ing its  full  meaning, 
just  as  I've  accepted 
the  beauty  of  a  blue  sky, 
my  daughters'  smiles, 
or  the  quiet  happiness 
of  a  day  with  Harry." 


M 

■  fly  parents  drove  me  to  my  first  Sunday 
School  session  back,  in  St.  Louis  when 
I  was  five  years  old.  They  let  me  out  in  front  of 
a  synagogue,  which  was  just  across  the  street 
from  the  Episcopal  church  to  which  they 
belonged,  and  told  me  to  wait  there  until 
they  parked  the  car.  When  they  got  back  I  was 
gone.  Nor  could  they  find  me  with  the  other 
children  in  church.  They  hunted  around 
the  streets  and  eventually  my  mother  looked 
into  the  synagogue.  There  were  no  services  that 
day,  of  course,  yet  there  I  sat,  all  alone 
in  the  dark,  but  unfearful  and  quite  content. 
Spiritually  I  have  sat  thus  ever  since,  boasting 
no  sure  knowledge,  bathed  in  no  great  light, 
but  a  believer,  trusting  and  content. 

I  am  still  an  Episcopalian.  My  children, 
whose  prayers  I  hear  every  night,  are 
being  brought  up  in  confidence  that 
there  is  a  Guide  who  also  gives  ear  (and 
sometimes  it  takes  them  almost  an  hour 
to  squeeze  in  all  for.  whom  they  ask  His  blessing) 
.Yet  I  cannot  say  that  I  am  one  to  whom 
religion  has  come  with  sharp,  clear 
definition.  It  is  something  that  I,  like  most 
of  us,  have  accepted  in  such  trust,  without 
knowing  its  full  meaning,  as  I  have  accepted  the 
beauty  of  a  blue  sky,  the  smiles  of  my 
little  girls,  or  the  quiet  happiness  that  can  fill 
a  household  of  an  evening.  There  is  more  to  faith 
than  this,  I  suppose,  but  for  what 
there  is  for  me,  I  am  grateful. 
And    .    .    .  content. 

It  may  be  that  I  have  yet 
to  come  to  serious  thinking  in  my 
life — a  life  that  without  much 
credit  to  myself  has  brought  me  far 
more,  (Cont.  on  opposite  page) 


in  material  success,  I  feel,  than  I  de- 
serve. When  and  if  such  thinking  comes,  and 
with  it  a  deeper  meaning  of  the  mystery  of 
existence,  I  shall  welcome  it.  Yet  it  is  not 
something  that  I  feel  can  be  hastened.  And, 
of  course,  I  cannot  be  dogmatic  about  my 
belief,  I  do  not  feel  it  has  given  me  a  special 
distinction,  I  cannot  presume  in  such  a  di- 
rection in  any  manner. 

There  are  some  people  who  are  ex- 
tremely self-confident  and  this  confidence 
often  extends  to  every  phase  of  their  activ- 
ity, even  to  their  religion.  They  seem  to 
know  their  way  in  the  spiritual  world  as 
they  do  in  the  temporal  one.  I  have  seen 
such  in  my  profession,  moving  surely  and 
oblivious  to  anything  which  questions  the 
correctness  of  their  attitude.  I  can  wonder 
at  them,  admire  them,  but  I  cannot  emu- 
late them 

I  am  reminded  of  an  actress  with  whom 
I  have  worked  who  was  such  a  person. 
When  it  was  suggested  after  a  rehearsal 
that  she  needed  further  study  of  her  lines 
(something  that  would  send  me  flying  to 
my  script)  she  merely  replied,  "That  re- 
mains to  be  seen."  And  when  this  girl,  as 
it  happened,  turned  to  religion,  she  did  so 
intensively,  even  militantly,  and  sought  to 
convert  all  whom  she  knew  to  her  form  of 
worship.  Some  people  can  move  with  such 
certainty  in  all  they  do  . .  .  and  others,  like 
myself,  must  feel  their  way. 

I  don't  think  that  in  my  whole  life  I 
have  ever  planned  anything.  It  just  hasn't 
been  that  kind  of  a  life.  Even  today,  when 
my  husband  starts  off  something  he  has  in 
mind  by  saying,  "Two  weeks  from  today  I 

think  we  ought  to  "I  always  come  back 

with,  "Let's  don't  plan,  Harry.  Let's  just 
see  what  happens." 

T  am  not  an  actress  because  I  planned  it — 
-1  or  particularly  wanted  it.  And  I  was 
singularly  devoid  of  ambition.  I  didn't 
care  for  dancing  school  when  my  mother 
brought  me  to  it.  It  was  her  idea  for  which 
I'll  be  eternally  grateful.  I  honestly  feel 
that  she  has  had  more  satisfaction  from 
whatever  success  came  my  way  than  I 
have.  And  her  instinct  is  still  the  same. 
"You  can  be  a  better  dancer,  a  better 
singer,"  is  a  steady  refrain  from  her  lips. 
I  know;  but  I  am  content.  When  my  elder 
daughter,  Vicki,  wanted  to  take  ballet  I 
agreed.  When  she  got  over  the  notion,  I 
forgot  about  it  too.  I  don't  consider  a 
career  essential  to  happiness  however  much 
happiness  it  has  given  me. 

I  have  never  pressed  for  anything  with 
a  desire  so  strong  that  it  shut  out  every- 
thing else,  and,  I  suppose,  it  is  a  form  of 
irony  that  such  a  girl  should  have  so 
much.  I  admit  it.  My  own  reaction,  in  fact, 
is  to  compensate  for  the  good  fortune  by 
thanking  God  for  it  and  refraining  from 
swinging  my  weight  around  to  the  disad- 
vantage of  others.  It  is  the  least  I  can  do 
.  .  .  now.  Perhaps  some  day  a  way  will 
open  up  to  do  more. 

A  friend  once  asked  why  I  didn't  insist 
to  the  studio  heads  that  I  be  given  a  cer- 
tain part  which  she  thought  would  be  won- 
derful for  me.  She  wouldn't  believe  it  when 
I  told  her  that  not  once  since  joining  the 
studio  have  I  ever  done  this.  The  closest  I 
came  was  to  have  my  agent  suggest  a  few 
years  ago  that  I  liked  the  idea  of  starring 
in  a  musical  which  was  on  the  market  and 
would  be  pleased  if  they  bought  it.  The 
name  of  it  was  Annie  Get  Your  Gun.  They 
didn't  buy  it,  as  you  know.  MGM  did,  and 
starred  Betty  Hutton. 

Only  recently  there  have  been  a  lot  of 
reports  around  Hollywood  detailing  my 
disappointment  at  not  being  assigned  to 
Gentlemen  Prefer  Blondes.  My  reaction  to 
this  talk  has  been  a  mixed  one — and  with- 
out any  sense  of  disappointment  in  the 
mixture.  First  of  all  I  cannot  understand 
why  others  have  (Continued  on  page  66) 


6Uh<I  starring  in  M-G-M's 

DANGEROUS  WHEN  WET 

Color  by  Technicolor 


YES,  ESTHER  WILLIAMS  uses  Lustre-Creme  Shampoo.  In  fact,  in  less  than  two  years 
Lustre-Creme  has  become  the  shampoo  of  the  majority  of  top  Hollywood  stars 
When  America's  most  glamorous  women— beauties  like  Esther  Williams— use  Lustre- 
Creme  Shampoo,  shouldn't  it  be  your  choice  above  all  others,  too? 

For  the  Most  Beautiful  Hair  in  the  World 

4  out  of  5  Top  Hollywood  Stars 

use  Lustre-Creme  Shampoo 


■HFJttt 
Glamour-made-easy!  Even  in 
hardest  water,  Lustre-Creme 
"shines"  as  it  cleans;  leaves 
your  hair  soft  and  fragrant, 
gleaming-bright.  And  Lustre- 
Creme  Shampoo  is  blessed 
with  Natural  Lanolin.  It  does 
not  dry  or  dull  your  hair ! 


Makes  hair  eager  »o  curl  I  Now 

you  can  "do  things"  with  your 
hair— right  after  you  wash  it ! 
Lustre-Creme  Shampoo 
helps  make  hair  a  delight  to 
manage;  tames  flyaway  locks 
to  the  lightest  brush  touch, 
brings  out  glorious  sheen. 


Fabulous  Lustre-Creme 
costs  no  more  than 
other  shampoos — 
lit  to  $2  in  jars  or  tubes. 

Thrilling  news  for 
users  of  liquid 
shampoos:  Lustre- 
Creme  also  comes 
in  new  Lotion  Form, 
too— 30t  to  SI. 00,  _  ,j. 


You  can  have  an  engagement  book  or  an  engagement 

ring,  but  not  both  at  the  same  time,  says  busy 
Kathryn  Grayson,  who  refuses  to  love  on  the  run. 

BY  SUSAN  TRENT 


thryn  Grayson  has  no  time  to  sing  the  blues.  Rehearsals  for  her  new  pictures,  and  playing  with  her  daughter  Patty  Kate,  keep  her  much  too  busy. 


■  The  new  blonde  walking  around  the  Warner  Brothers  studio 
recently  was  drawing  a  lot  of  wolf  whistles  from  the  employees. 
Most  of  them  figured  her  to  be  a  new  starlet,  well  worth  the 
whistles,  and  they  were  completely  surprised  when  on  closer 
inspection  she  turned  out  to  be  Kathryn  Grayson.  Katie  has 
joined  the  ranks  of  those  actresses  who  offer  up  the  natural 
color  of  their  hair  on  the  sacrificial  altar  of  their  career,  and 
that's  just  about  the  way  she  feels  about  it.  Told  that  the  new 
silver  blonde  topping  for  the  role  of  Grace  Moore  is  extremely 
becoming,  she  smiles  her  thanks  and  then  shrugs. 

"I'll  put  up  with  it  until  the  picture's  finished,"  she  says,  "and 
then  back  it  goes  to  its  natural  shade.  I  can't  be  bothered  with 
keeping  it  this  way.  There  isn't  enough  time." 

That  statement  is  the  key  to  Kathryn  Grayson's  life  today. 
There  isn't  enough  time.  Each  day  is  filled  to  the  hilt  with 
activity,  both  in  her  professional  and  personal  life.  This  daily 


bustle  is  partly  responsible  for  the  fact  that  her  name  is  seldom 
seen  in  gossip  columns  as  having  been  seen  here  or  there  with 
this  oil  man  or  that  business  tycoon.  There  are  too  many  other 
things  in  her  life,  things  she  feels  are  important,  to  devote 
precious  hours  merely  to  being  seen  at  the  "right"  places  with 
the  "right"  people.  Katie  had  never  gone  in  for  the  Hollywood 
social  whirl,  and  actually  couldn't  care  less  about  it.  Home  js 
too  much  fun.  Work  is  too  important. 

Katie  bought  the  house  where  she  lives  with  Patty  Kate,  her 
four-year-old  daughter,  and  her  parents,  long  ago,  before  her 
first  marriage,  to  John  Shelton,  and  hasn't  the  slightest  intention 
of  moving  into  another  one.  It  n&w  consists  of  16  rooms,  a  play- 
room having  recently  been  added,  and  is  large  enough  to  contain 
the  hum  of  activity  that  goes  on  every  day.  The  entire  family, 
including  15  nieces  and  nephews,  is  musical — "They  can't  help 
it,"   laughingly   explains   Katie.   "You   see   they   all  have 


voices" — and  if  recorded  symphonic  music 
isn't  soaring  through  the  house  someone  is 
singing  or  playing  the  piano  or  tuning  a 
violin. 

Katie  thrives  in  a  household  like  this. 
Music  has  always  been  the  greatest  love  of 
her  life  and  it  is  a  blessing  to  share  her 
home  with  people  who  also  share  her  en- 
thusiasm for  pizzicato,  pianos  and  pear- 
shaped  tones.  The  one  slight  drawback  is 
the  fact  that  almost  every  night,  when  she 
gets  home  and  seeks  out  an  album  she'd 
like  to  hear,  that  particular  album  has  been 
misplaced  by  a  relative  who  has  been  play- 
ing his  own  favorites.  "Where's  the  Brahms 
piano  concerto?"  Katie  howls.  And  her 
father's  voice  booms  down  from  somewhere 
upstairs.  "It's  under  the  coffee  table— un- 
der that  pile  of  Flagstad  records!" 

A  friend  once  asked  Katie  if  the  hubbub 
and  bustle  of  the  house  didn't  get  on  her 
nerves.  "Get  on  my  nerves!"  she  said.  "I'd 
blow  my  top  if  it  was  ever  quiet  for  more 
than  ten  minutes." 


A  CTUAXLY,  she  has  her  own  rooms  on  the 
second  floor— a  sort  of  a  suite— a  bed- 
room, dressing  room  and  bath,  and  Patty 
Kate's  room  is  next  to  her  own.  There  is  also 
a.  room  that  has  been  turned  into  an  office, 
and  from  here  Katie  runs  the  household. 
She  is  a  rarity  in  Hollywood  in  that  she 
has  no  business  manager  and  feels  quite 
capable  of  taking  care  of  her  own  financial 
affairs,  which  necessarily  are  many  and 
complicated.  With  a  flair  for  organization 
she  works  on  a  budget,  makes  her  own  de- 
cisions regarding  investments,  and  turns 
out  correspondence  which  equals  that  of  a 
small  business  firm.  The  paying  of  bills 
and  salaries  alone  amounts  to  a  great  deal 
of  work,  and  in  addition  Katie  does  all  the 
meal  planning  and  marketing  herself. 

The  "office"  is  the  hub  and  center  of  the 
entire  house,  as  is  Katie  herself,  and  she 
manages  things  so  well  that  when  she  is 
away  from  home  everything  runs  with  the 
precision  of  the  Greenwich  clock. 

She  is  not  often  at  home.  Despite  the 
fact  she  has  been  averaging  little  more  than 
one  picture  a  year,  her  time  is  absorbed  by 
the  myriad  chores  that  go  hand  in  hand 
with  a  movie  career.  The  long  hours  at  the 
studio  attending  conferences,  doing  public- 
ity, rehearsing,  posing  for  pictures,  taking 
singing  lessons,  and  the  personal  appear- 
ance tours  and  benefit  performances.  When 
she  finished  Lovely  To  Look  At  for  MGM 
she  went  to  South  America  on  a  goodwill 
tour  for  the  State  Department,  a  trip  that 
was  intended  also  to  publicize  the  film, 
Showboat.  It  was  not,  as  might  be  supposed, 
a  vacation.  There  was  a  perpetual  and 
compulsory  round  of  teas,  luncheons  and 
soirees,  and  while  Katie  dutifully  threw 
herself  into  the  itinerary  with  her  usual 
yerve,  her  thoughts  were  always  with  the 
big  house  in  Santa  Monica,  California. 

When  she  came  back  she  went  to  work 
in  The  Desert  Song  and  shortly  afterward 
was  handed  the  plum  title  role  of  the  Grace 
Moore  film.  Before  that  picture  was  begun 
Katie  was  committed  to  follow  it  with  Mad- 
emoiselle Modiste  and  then  a  return  en- 
gagement at  MGM  to  make  Kiss  Me,  Kate. 

In  between  her  business  and  her  home 
she  sandwiches  a  large  amount  of  charity 
work,  notably  with  the  Children's  Hospital 
m  Los  Angeles.  Three  years  ago  when  Patty 
Kate  was  hospitalized  there  with  a  broken 
leg  Kathryn  noted  the  need  for  new  facili- 
ties, and  while  charity  workers  around 
town  are  hoping  for  a  new  wing,  Katie  is 
plugging  for  a  whole  new  hospital.  Her 
heart  is  always  with  any  project  concern- 
ing children,  not  only  because  she  loves 
them  without  reservation  but  because  she 
feels  deeply  that  the  world  we  give  them 
today  is  not  a  particularly  happy  one  and 
that  the  least  we  can  do  is  to  assure  them 
good  health  and  a  fine  education.  This 


It's  fun  in  the  sun  for 
Tex  and  Jinx  and  the  boys  because 

you  tan 
...never  burn!*" 


You'll  agree  when  you  try 
America's  favorite  suntan  lotion ! 

For  years  millions  of  sun  worshippers- 
like  NBC's  popular  TV  and  radio  family- 
have  relied  on  TARTAN  as  insurance 
against  painful  sunburn. 

Tartan  helps  you  get  a  smooth,  golden 
tan  without  blistering.  It  screens  out 
most  of  the  sun's  burning  rays  . . .  admits 
most  of  the  tanning  rays ! 
Easy  to  apply,  non-greasy. 


First  suntan  lotion  awarded 
Seal  of  Acceptance  of  the 
American  Medical  Associa- 
tion Committee  on  Cosmetics 

Jinx's  and  boys'  suits  by 
Cole  of  California.  Tex's 
trunks  by  McGregor.  All  in 
Bates  Disciplined  Fabric. 
Beach  towel  by  Martex. 
For  sale  in  Canada 
*When  used  as  directed 
a  product  of 

mckesson  &  robbins. 

Incorporated 


Play  safe  in  /vy*  nfjl/t  TkT 

the  sun... use  JlJTL£\4^L/y  » 


philosophy  is  clear  in  Kathryn's  profes- 
sional life. 

The  ambitious  drive  and  urgency  for 
fame  common  to  so  many  Hollywood  stars 
is  not  shared  by  Kathryn.  She  never  asked 
for  a  movie  career;  she  wanted  only  to  sing, 
because  she  loved  music.  She  was  no  more 
than  a  child  when,  13  years  ago,  an  MGM 
executive  heard  her  sing  and  plucked  her 
out  of  the  Manual  Arts  High  School  to 
give  her  a  contract  with  his  studio. 

In  the  following  years  she  studied  all  the 
arts  allied  with  acting — diction,  dancing  and 
dramatics — and  before  she  was  old  enough 
to  decide  what  she  wanted  to  do  with  her 
life  she  was  a  full-fledged  movie  star.  This 
was  a  career  handed  to  Katie  on  a  silver 
platter;  it  was  planned,  written,  produced 
and  directed  for  her,  and  she  had  nothing 
more  to  do  than  be  a  good  girl  and  cooper- 
ate to  the  best  of  her  ability.  It  can  truth- 
fully be  said  that  Kathryn  Grayson  has 
not  done  one  thing  that  was  not  absolutely 
necessary  to  further  her  career,  and  even 
today  it  is  improbable  that  she  would  walk 
across  the  street  to  ask  for  a  role.  She  does 
not  say  it  in  so  many  words,  but  she  gives 
the  impression  that  being  a  movie  star,  to 
her,  is  just  a  job.  She  is  tremendously 
grateful  for  the  advantages  given  her,  for 
the  fame  and  fortune  that  came  to  her 
through  the  organization  of  MGM.  When 
she-  is  working  she  is  intensely  inter- 
ested and  devotes  herself  to  it  with  un- 
ending energy.  Yet  the  moment  a  picture 
is  finished  Miss  Grayson  retires  into  her 
private  lif  e  and  doesn't  give  movies  a  sec- 
ond thought  until  she  is  once  more  on  call 
to  be  in  makeup  at  7  a.m. 

Tast  August  she  left  MGM.  In  a  way  it 
was  like  leaving  her  home,  for  she  had 
spent  almost  half  her  life  there.  The  split 
was  an  amicable  one;  she  left  no  enemies 
nor  bitter  words  behind  her.  It  was  simply 
a  matter  of  her  wanting  more  freedom  to 
direct  her  life  as  she  chose.  She  wanted 
the  right  to  appear  on  television  should 
such  an  opportunity  be  offered  her.  This 
was  the  bid  that  stuck  in  the  craw  of  the 
studio  executives.  She  had  had  for  years 
the  right  to  appear  at  concerts,  yet  her 
studio  association  was  so  confining  that 
almost  every  time  she  agreed  to  do  a  con- 
cert it  had  to  be  canceled  because  of  forth- 
coming movie  work.  There  was  only  one 
answer,  figured  Katie,  and  that  was  to  leave 
when  her  contract  expired. 

She  had  already  done  one  picture  out- 
side the  walls  of  MGM  and  that  was  The 
Desert  Song  for  Warners.  When  the 
brothers  Warner  heard  that  Miss  Grayson 
was  free  they  snapped  her  up  to  a  contract 
for  one  picture  a  year  and  immediately  be- 
gan making  plans  for  So  This  Is  Love.  This 
gives  Katie  the  security  she  needs,  as  bread- 
winner for  herself  and  daughter  Patty  Kate, 
and  also  the  opportunity  .to  sing  for  her  sup- 
per wherever  and  whenever  she  chooses. 

Careerwise,  she  feels  there  is  a  whole 
new  life  ahead  of  her  now.  Metro  producers 
had  known  her  since  her  adolesence  and  as 
a  result  had  difficulty  seeing  her  as  any- 
thing but  a  child.  When  recently  one  of 
them  saw  her  with  the  blonde  hair  a  wor- 
ried little  frown  went  across  his  forehead. 
"But  this  is  not  our  little  girl,"  he  said. 

Kathryn  Grayson  is  now  29,  has  two  mar- 
riages behind  her  and  is  the  mother  of  a 
four-year-old  daughter.  She  is  no  longer 
a  child,  a  fact  which  is  quickly  recognized 
by  producers  meeting  her  for  the  first  time. 
Each  has  a  different  reaction,  wants  to  star 
her  in  a  different  type  of  role,  and  to  Katie 
the  whole  future  outlook  has  become  one 
that  is  exciting  because  of  the  variations 
offered. 

While  her  career  seems  to  have  taken 
wings,  is  does  not  make  for  complete  happi- 
ness, for  Katie  is  the  natural  product  of  a 
g4  large  and  warm-hearted  family.  She  had 


hoped,  like  most  girls,  for  a  happy  and 
lasting  marriage  blessed  by  a  parcel  of 
children.  But  having  been  twice  burned 
she  is  extremely  cautious  about  a  new 
venture.  She  dates,  of  course.  There  is  a 
mile-long  list  of  men  about  town  who  dial 
Miss  Grayson's  telephone  number  quite 
frequently.  They  run  the  gamut  from 
actors  to  zoologists,  but  few  of  them  are 
fortunate  enough  to  tie  up  Katie  for  an 
evening.  She  is  too  busy,  she  says,  to  take 
time  away  from  home. 

Columnists  have  rumored  a  romance 
here  and  there,  and  one  was  foolish  enough 
to  report  that  Kathryn  had  been  gifted 
with  some  fabulous  jewels.  Miss  Grayson 
promptly  denied  the  statement.  She  was 
not  in  love,  she  said,  she  had  accepted  jew- 
elry from  no  one,  and  furthermore  she 
would  like  it  understoood  that  she  did  not 
own  one  thing  that  she  had  not  bought 
with  her  own  earnings. 

Some  of  the  men  she  dates  could  be  classi- 
fied as  playboys.  That  is,  they  are  suffi- 
ciently wealthy  not  to  have  to  devote  a  great 
deal  of  their  time  to  work.  Katie  may  date 
playboys,  but  it  is  doubtful  if  she  will  ever 
marry  one.  She  has  worked  so  long  and  con- 
scientiously herself  that  she  cannot  conceive 
of  a  man  who  marries  and  doesn't  put  his 
nose  to  the  grindstone  forthwith.  If  and 
when  Katie  marries  again  it  will  be  to  a  man 
who,  wealthy  or  not,  will  be  well  estab- 
lished in  a  business  or  profession  which  he 
enjoys  and  to  which  he  devotes  regular 
hours.  If  she  ever  falls  in  love  with  such  a 
man  she  will  be  perfectly  willing  to  give  up 
her  movie  career  the  minute  her  existing 
contracts  have  been  fulfilled. 


Van  Johnson's  thumbnail  descrip- 
tion of  June  Allyson:  "That  million- 
dollar  laryngitis!" 


The  sooner  Katie  falls  in  love  the  bet- 
ter. She  very  much  wants  to  have  more 
children,  not  only  for  herself  but  for  Patty 
Kate,  whose  four  years  already  would  put 
quite  a  breach  between  herself  and  any 
babies  yet  to  come.  It  was  brought  home  to 
Katie  quite  poignantly  last  December  when 
she  asked  her  small  daughter  what  she 
would  like  for  Christmas.  Patty  Kate  didn't 
hesitate  a  second.  "I  want  a  baby,"  she 
said. 

In  the  interim,  Patty  Kate  lives  in  a  big 
house  that  is  overrun  with  people,  including 
children.  Kathryn's  parents  live  with  her, 
as  well  as  a  couple  of  nieces  and  the  child 
of  the  couple  who  take  care  of  the  house. 
The  three  children,  are  9,  11  and  13,  re- 
spectively, and  while  Patty  Kate  appre- 
ciates the  fact  that  all  of  them  share  her 
world  of  childhood,  she  is  quite  adamant 
about  the  necessity  of  having  babies  around 
the  house.  Her  association  with  the  older 
children  has  resulted  in  an  outlook  far 
beyond  her  years.  "I  think,"  says  Kath- 
ryn, "that  she  would  have  been  that  way 
regardless.  She  seems  so  wise  for  her  years 
that  sometimes  I  feel  she  knows  more  than 
I  do." 

Patty  Kate  has  had  an  advantage  not 
offered  to  many  children  of  Hollywood 
film  stars.  She  has  never  had  a  nurse  to 
care  for  her  but  instead  has  grown  up  in 
the  bosom  of  a  large  and  devoted  family. 
Kathryn's  sister  and  two  brothers  have 
produced  among  them  15  children,  all  of 
whom  live  within  a  short  distance  of  her 
home,  and  it  is  a  rare  week  that  at  least 
a  half-dozen  of  this  selection  does  not  show 
up  for  dinner  or  the  weekend. 

Patty  Kate  doesn't  suffer  at  all  from  the 
fact  that  her  mother  is  a  career  woman.  On 
the  contrary,  it  all  rolls  off  Patty  Kate  like 
water  off  the  proverbial  duck's  back.  Quite 
some  time  ago  the  child  watched  her 
mother  on  the  set,  singing  "Smoke  Gets  In 


Your  Eyes."  The  script  called  for  Katie  to 
cry  a  bit  as  she  sang,  and  inasmuch  as  it 
happened  to  be  about  the  time  of  her  di- 
vorce from  Johnston,  the  entire  cast  and 
crew  seemed  to  feel  it  was  an  occasion 
for  everybody  to  weep.  They  all  stood 
around  with  tears  in  their  eyes  and  as  soon 
as  the  director  called  "Cut!"  Katie  put  her 
hands  on  her  hips  and  looked  at  the  woe- 
ful faces.  "Well,  for  heaven's  sake!"  she 
laughed.  "Everybody  come  off  it!"  And 
then  she  noticed  that  Patty  Kate,  then  little 
more  than  three  years  old,  was  also  crying. 
She  knelt  and  put  her  arms  around  her 
daughter.  "Look,  darling,  Mommy's  only 
making  believe."  She  squeezed  a  few  tears 
from  between  her  lashes.  "See?  It's  a 
joke.  I  can  cry  whenever  I  want  to.  Isn't 
that  funny?  Now  you  watch.  I'm  going 
to  do  the  whole  thing  again  for  the  cam- 
eras." 

The  lights  were  turned  on  once  more  and 
Katie  went  into  her  song.  This  was  the 
perfect  rendition  and  the  director  was  ob- 
viously pleased.  And  then,  right  in  the 
middle  of  the  scene  and  the  song,  Patty 
Kate  let  go  with  a  king-sized  giggle  which 
registered  quite  clearly  on  the  sound  track. 

Part  of  Patty  Kate's  charm  is  the  fact 
that  she  is  so  unpredictable.  When  the 
studio  suggested  that  she  portray  Grace 
Moore  as  a  child  in  the  movie,  Kathryn  was 
quite  willing  that  her  daughter  be  tested 
for  the  part..  Patty  Kate,  said  her  mother, 
was  a  small  hambone,  and  it  might  be  a 
good  way  to  get  some  of  it  out  of  her  sys- 
tem. A  time  was  set  for  the  test  and  a 
scene  chosen.  Patty  Kate,  star  of  the  day, 
couldn't  have  been  more  pleasant.  She 
was  obediently  respectful  of  all  suggestions 
offered  and  when  the  cameras  started  roll- 
ing, went  through  her  paces  beautifully. 
Director  Gordon  Douglas  was  charmed,  but 
in  the  manner  of  all  directors,  asked  that 
the  scene  be  done  again.  Patty  Kate  looked 
at  him  as  though  he  had  just  sprouted  bats 
in  his  belfry.  "That's  silly,"  she  said.  "I 
just  showed  you  I  could  do  it."  Boredom 
set  in  almost  immediately  and  nothing 
could  coax  further  performances  out  of  the 
child. 

"That's  all,"  said  Kathryn.  "I  couldn't 
go  through  this  every  day." 

So  Patty  Kate  stayed  at  home  while  the 
picture  was  made,  and  Kathryn  was  just 
as  well  satisfied  with  the  outcome.  She 
herself  loves  show  business.  She  likes  the 
people  in  it  and  understands  their  troubles, 
their  foibles  and  their  happiness  in  their 
work.  She  feels  it  is  a  good  life  and  has 
no  objection  to  Patty  Kate  making  a  ca- 
reer for  herself  some  day.  "It's  unavoid- 
able," says  Kathryn.  "She  has  a  singing 
voice." 

She  says  this  with  a  mixture  of  pride  and 
resignation  and  you  wonder  whether 
Katie,  in  spite  of  touting  show  business, 
wouldn't  just  as  soon  stay  at  home  and  for- 
get the  whole  thing.  You  wonder  how  she 
finds  time  to  run  a  house,  be  a  mother,  read 
the  books  she  wants  to  read  and  sing  as 
much  as  she  wants  to  sing— and  have  a 
career  on  top  of  it  all. 

We  asked  if  she  sometimes  didn't  feel 
that  life  was  slipping  away  from  her,  if 
this  daily  round  of  a  dozen  things  to  do 
wasn't  so  compelling  that  she  was  losing 
a  chance  for  quiet  happiness.  She  smiled. 
"How  could  I  feel  that  way  when  my  life 
is  so  full  and  happy?" 

So  that  is  the  answer.  Katie,  with  her 
boundless  zest  for  life,  finds  lasting  pleas- 
ure and  enthusiasm  in  whatever  comes  her 
way.  She  neither  seeks  nor  shuns  love, 
but  it  is  safe  to  say  that  when  love  does 
come,  when  a  man  finally  appears  on  her 
horizon  who  meets  her  rather  rigid  speci- 
fications, Katie  will  at  long  last  take  time 
out  for  love."  END 


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(Continued  from  page  61)  been  able  to 
worry  so  much  more  than  I  have  about  the 
matter.  Secondly  I  cannot  get  over  an  im- 
pression that  those  who  sympathized  with 
me  did  so  because  they  unconsciously  put 
themselves  in  my  place.  They  would  have 
felt  terrible  had  they  been  eligible  for  the 
part  and  lost  it,  therefore  I  must.  It  is  a 
human  way  to  reason,  I  suppose,  "but  only  if 
you  are  the  sort  with  drive  behind  you. 

THhe  world  needs  such  people,  undoubt- 
*-  edly;  progress  apparently  depends  on  it. 
An  actress  who  has  had  tremendous  ambi- 
tion and  who  has  driven  herself  steadily 
until  she  has  risen  to  the  top,  probably 
gets  a  tremendous  amount  of  satisfaction 
out  of  any  achievement  .  .  .  and  a  sense 
of  shock  out  of  failure.  But  I  am  not  such 
a  one.  My  career  made  steady  headway 
and  it  seems  as  if  I  just  went  along  for  the 
ride.  It  is  impossible  for  me  to  take  myself 
too  seriously  as  an  artist,  and  certainly  not 
as  an  important  person.  When  I  do,  some- 
thing brings  me  right  down  to  a  realistic 
evaluation  again.  I  remember  five  years 
ago,  driving  home  in  a  new  car  and  get- 
ting for  a  moment,  as  girls  sometimes  will, 
a  sort  of  Queen-of-all-I-survey  feeling.  I 
was  listening  to  the.  radio  when  an  an- 
nouncer come  on  with  some  news  flashes. 
Tie  verv  first  one  proved  to  be  a  dilly. 
"It  has  just  been  reported,"  he  declared 
quite  calmly,  "that  Betty  Grable  has  been 
killed  in  an  auto  accident  while  on  her 
way  home  from  the  races." 

When  I  could  get  over  my  amazement, 
which  came  only  after  I  was  able  to  con- 
vince myself  that  it  wasn't  so,  and  that  I 
was  alive.v  not  dead,  I  gripped  the  wheel 
as  hard  as  I  could  and  drove  the  rest  of 
the  way  very  carefully.  It  was  just  a  wild 
rumor  turned  into  a  wilder  news  bulletin 
.  .  .  but  it  sure  had  a  punch  in  it  for  me. 

Or,  just  the  other  evening  I  took  my  fit- 
tie  girls,  Vicki  and  Jessica,  to  see  Call  Me 
Mister.  After  a  few  minutes  of  watching 
me  on  the  screen,  Jessica,  who  is  five  and 
has  seen  her  movies  mostly  on  TV,  started 
to  twist  in  her  seat  restlessly.  "Mommy," 
she  asked,  "could  we  tune  this  out  and 
get  another  program?" 

No  .  .  .  whatever  happens  to  me,  profes- 
sionally, personally,  whatever  my  spiritual 
future,  I  think  I  will  know  who  I  actually 
am  and  not  be  confused  by  what  I  am 
painted  to  be  in  billboards  or  newsprint. 
When  you  read  that  I  have  turned  down  a 
picture  (as  I  have  sometimes  been  known 
to  do!)  it  is  not  always  because  I  felt  the 
picture  was  not  good  enough  for  me.  Some 
time  ago  I  refused  an  opportunity  to  star 
in  a  new  film  (Pickup  On  South  Street) 
because  I  thought  the  part  was  too  good 
for  me.  I  couldn't  see  myself  doing  it  jus- 
tice. Lack  of  self-confidence?  Maybe.  I  like 
to  think  that  it  was  a  case  of  having  a 
sense  of  responsibility  to  the  public.  But 
perhaps  I  am  just  making  excuses  for  my- 
self. People  do  that,  and  Betty  Grable,  as 
I  have  tried  to  point  out,  can  never  pre- 
tend to  be  anything  but  people. 

People  are  happiest,  everyone  agrees, 
when  they  are  doing  that  which  gives 
them  the  most  satisfaction.  Perhaps  this 
is  why  I  sometimes  think  I  was  as  happy 
working  in  the  chorus  as  I  have  been  in 
pictures.  I  knew  back  then,  that  I  was  the 
best  dancer  in  the  line.  That  was  some- 
thing. Now  .  .  .  well,  I  won't  discuss  how 
far  I  might  be  from  being  the  best  actress 
in  my  profession. 

T  can  remember  vividly  my  stage  fright 
the  first  time  I  ever  played  a  straight 
part  in  a  picture,  instead  of  just  dancing 
and  singing  my  way  through  the  produc- 
tion. The  name  of  the  film  was  A  Yank  In 


The  RAF  and  the  star  was  Tyrone  Power 
whom  I  had  met  but  never  worked  with 
before.  I  don't  think  I  could  have  gone 
through  with  it  had  it  not  been  for  the 
understanding  of  the  director,  Henry  King, 
and  his  clever  way  of  handling  me. 

For  the  first  two  days  of  shooting  there 
wasn't  a  scene  in  which  I  would  be  needed 
but  King  didn't  tell  me  that,  and  made 
sure  no  one  else  did.  Instead  he  had  me 
report  in  costume  with  full  makeup  as  if 
I  was  about  to  go  on  any  moment.  He  kept 
me  around  like  this,  thinking  any  moment 
I  was  going  to  go  in  front  of  the  camera, 
and  finally  my  nervousness  turned  to  bore- 
dom and  even  resentment.  That  was  what 
he  wanted.  When  my  first  scene  did  come 
up  it  was  a  relief  to  work  instead  of  a 
strain! 

There  were  others  who  helped  me  forget 
myself.  Don  Ameche  with  his  dead  pan 
kidding  turning  my  scare  into  a  laugh,  or 
Walter  Lang  sitting  in  his  director's  chair 
and  crying  big  tears  until  I,  too,  finally 
started  sobbing  ...  as  called  for  by  the 
scene  he  was  shooting,  and  despite  my 
conviction  that  I  would  never  be  able  to 
weep  on  order. 

Perhaps  the  reason  I  don't  cry  easily 
(and  the  reason,  it  might  be,  why  I  do  not 
spend  much  time  thinking  of  the  meta- 
physical) is  that  my  life  has  not  only  gone 
along  smoothly,  but  there  have  been  no 
great  emotional  depths  or  peaks;  no  one 
close  to  me  has  ever  died,  no  tragedies  or 
near-tragedies  have  ever  happened;  none 
in  my  family  has  ever  been  seriously  ill; 
I  can  recall  no  special  heights  of  joy.  I 
think  the  happiest  moment  of  my  recent 
years  was  when  my  horse,  Big  Noise,  won 
the  Del  Mar  Futurity  a  few  years  ago. 
But  there  was  more  than  just  winning  of 
another  race  involved.  Big  Noise  was  born 
on  our  breeding  farm,  a  stilt-legged  little 
colt  who  for  several  days  could  barely 
stumble  around.  It  was  that  little  colt  I  was 


seeing,  not  the  magnificent  animal  the 
crowd  watched,  when  he  showed  his  heels 
to  the  other  horses. 

The  night  before  the  race  someone  asked 
me  if  I  was  going  to  pray  that  he  won.  Of 
course  I  did  not.  Whatever  my  relation- 
ship to  religion  I  know  that  one  does  not 
pray  for  the  trivial,  and  this,  and  anything 
involving  self  advancement  or  aggrandize- 
ment in  any  way  is  trivial.  If  I  did  this 
and  the  time  came  to  pray  for  a  life  I 
would  feel  that  I  had  used  up  whatever 
spiritual  good  will  I  had  with  my  Maker. 
It  reminds  me,  too,  of  some  of  the  kind  of 
praying  you  hear  about  at  the  track.  There 
are  thousands  of  people  there  every  day 
who  would  be  very  happy  to  praise  God 
if  by  so  doing  they  could  also  pray  a  win- 
ner in  whenever  they  wanted  one.  I  don't 
imagine  He  goes  in  for  bargaining. 

Tife  rarely  turns  out  the  way  you  expect 
lJ  it  will,  not  in  large  ways  or  in  small. 
My  mother's  great  ambition  to  be  a  singer 
was  never  fulfilled.  I  was  indifferent  about 
a  career  yet  I  got  one  .  .  .  thrust  upon  me 
practically.  On  the  other  hand,  some  minor 
little  dreams  I  had  were  never  attained. 
Some  of  these,  I  admit,  were  inconsequen- 
tial, like  my  idea  of  what  life  as  the  wife 
of  an  orchestra  leader  would  be  like,  or 
his  as  the  husband  of  a  dancer.  I  expect  we 
both  thought  our  home  would  be  filled 
with  music  and  terpsichore.  The  truth  is 
that  in  the  whole  nine  years  of  our  mar- 
riage he  has  never  tooted  a  note  in  the 
house — and  I  have  never  danced  a  step! 
There  isn't  even  a  trumpet  in  the  house, 
except  one  which  has  been  turned  into  a 
lamp-base.  And  I  can  assure  you  no  cher- 
ished ballet  slippers,  reminiscent  of  some 
great  triumphant  performance,-  hang  on  my 
boudoir  wall.  Ours  was  the  marriage  of 
two  people,  and  stayed  that  way;  it  never 
yet  has  become  a  marriage  of  a  musician 
and  a  dancer. 


It  may  seem  odd  but  in  a  way  I  am 
grateful.  There  is  no  temperament  to  worry 
about,  no  attitudes  that  might  be  ex- 
pressed as,  "I  am  a  special  person— I'm  a 
dancer!"  or  "You  have  to  make  allow- 
ances for  me— I'm  a  musician!"  If  either 
of  us  ever  tried  that  on  the  other  we'd 
both  have  to  burst  out  laughing. 

We  had  other  things  to  learn  about  our- 
selves; the  sort  of  life  we  like  to  lead,  for 
instance.  Soon  after  our  marriage  we 
bought  the  big  house  we  are  in  now.  It's 
immense,  a  marvelous  place  to  entertain. 
But,  in  time  we  realized  that  we  never 
entertained.  With  Harry  away  on  tours  so 
much  and  me  busy  for  long  stretches  at  the 
studio  those  periods  when  we  were  both 
home  came  too  seldom  to  be  dissipated  in 
the  clamor  and  fuss  of  parties.  We  wanted 
to  enjoy  our  home,  quietly,  as  husband 
and  wife,  father  and  mother,  much  more 
than  we  cared  about  enjoying  it  festively 
as  host  and  hostess.  ' 

All  this  we  had  to  learn,  and  for  what 
we  learned  I  have  a  word— honesty.  I 
think  all  people,  even  the  misguided,  in- 
stinctively know  that  the  solid  happiness, 
the  peace-of-mind  happiness,  has  to  be' 
built  on  a  foundation  of  honesty,  with  one's 
self  and  in  one's  relationships. 

I  have  friends  who  tell  me  the  reason  I 
have  gone  so  far  with  my  career  is  not  just 
luck.  'You  must  have  been  thinking  right," 
they  say,  giving  the  word  a  spiritual  sig- 
nificance. Well,  it  would  be  very  easy  to 
believe  them.  But  who  would  I  be  kid- 
ding? How  would  this  solve  the  big  mys- 
tery I've  known  about  for  so  long— the 
mystery  of  why  such  good  fortune  doesn't 
come  to  others  who  for  right  thinking  have 
me  beat  a  mile?  No,  it  was  luck  or  fate 
call  it  what  you  will.  ...  I  haven't  found 
out  yet  My  job  is  not  to  forget  this,  to 
know  that  there  is  a  Someone  to  Whom  I 
should  be  thankful  and  should  pay  devo- 
tion. I  am  and  I  do.  end 


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(Continued  from  page  54)  director  of 
Mogambo  is  a  man  who  wears  brass 
knuckles  on  his  tongue.  He  gets  good  per- 
formances from  stars  by  treating  them 
as  equals,  no  deference,  the  commands  are 
curt  and  sharp.  Occasionally,  he  waxes  bit- 
ter and  sarcastic. 

In  one  particular  scene  in  which  Ava 
was  working  with  Clark  Gable,  Ford  didn't 
like  the  actress'  performance  and  told  her 
so  in  no  uncertain  terms. 

In  the  old  days  when  this  happened  to 
Ava,  she  would  cower,  retreat,  and  break 
into  tears.  This  time  she  spoke  up.  "Look," 
she  said  to  Ford,  "if  you  speak  that  way  to 
me,  you'll  get  nothing  out  of  me  at  all. 
Ill  clam  up,  and  we'll  louse  this  picture 
good." 

From  that  point  on,  Ford  handled  Ava 
gently,  and  she  performed  superbly.  The 
director,  however,  had  half  a  dozen  base- 
ball caps  with  long  visors— the  kind  pilots 
wear— flown  into  Africa  for  the  members 
of  his  selected  team,  Clark  Gable,  Grace 
Kelly,  Bob  Surtees,  the  camerman,  Win- 
gate  Smith,  his  brother-in-law,  and  a  few 
other  choice  friends.  Significantly  enough, 
Ava  was  not  gifted  with  one  of  these  caps. 
But  she  didn't  care. 

Location  work  over,  she  flew  back  to 
London.  Frank  cancelled  a  television  date 
ln  Nfw  York,  thereby  sacrificing  $5,000, 
and  flew  to  her  once  again. 

Sinatra  has  an  ace  talent  agent  in  Lon- 
^  don,  a  fellow  by  the  name  of  Jimmy 
Sarding.  Jimmy  saw  to  it  that  Ava  had 
>very  convenience.  An  apartment  formerly 


occupied  by  John  Lewis,  a  one-time  mem- 
ber of  the  British  Parliament,  was  sub- 
leased for  Mrs.  Sinatra. 

It's  a  large  apartment  with  three  bed- 
rooms. It's  well  located  in  Regent  Park.  It's 
tastefully  decorated,  and  Ava  makes  it  her 
European  headquarters.  This  is  where 
Frank  joins  her  whenever  he  gets  into 
London. 

Jimmy  Richards  also  hired  for  Ava  a 
beautiful,  blonde,  tactful  secretary  named 
Eileen  Thomas.  Eileen  acts  as  a  buffer  be- 
tween Ava  and  the  world  of  newspaper- 
men who  are  always  trying  to  get  through 
to  her. 

Ava  doesn't  particularly  like  to  live  alone 
because  she  gets  lonely  very  quickly,  and 
so  when  Frank  is  not  with  her,  Eileen 
Thomas  is.  These  two  became  such  fast 
friends  that  when  Mogambo  was  finished 
in  London,  Ava  insisted  upon  taking  Eileen 
with  her  to  Madrid.  Ava  loves  to  vacation 
in  Spain  and  not  because  of  Mario  Cabre, 
either.  She  has  a  dear  friend,  Noreen 
Grant,  an  Englishwoman,  who  lives  there 
and  every  chance  she  gets,  Ava  takes  off 
tor  Madrid  or  Seville,  phoning  Frank  long 
distance  to  try  to  meet  her  there. 

In  Spain..  Ava  is  never  bothered  by  movie 
fans  or  reporters.  Her  private  life  is  re- 
spected, and  this  is  what  she  likes.  She 
hates  reporters  who  pry  into  the  status  of 
her  love-life  or  who  ask  embarrassing 
questions  about  her  old-time  fights  with 
Frankie. 

When  cornered,  however,  Ava  gives  re- 
porters the  impression  that  she  is  being 
frank,  honest,  and  down-to-earth.  "Look," 
she  recently  told  one  in  London,  "I've  never 
knocked  myself  out  studying  dramatics  or 
screaming  about  my  career.  I  consider 
myself  darn  lucky  being  a  movie  star. 


If  I  get  a  good  part  I  give  it  everything 
Ive  got.  I  think  I  know  something  about 
emotions,  something  about  the  way  women 
feel  under  different  sets  of  circumstances. 
That  s  what  I  try  to  put  on  the  screen. 

'  When  I  get  a  nothing  part,  I  just  ride 
with  it.  There's  nothing  else  to  do.  You  just 
hope  that  the  next  picture  will  be  better 
...  As  for  my  marriage,  it's  just  fine.  Frank 
tries  to  spend  as  much  time  with  me  as 
possible.  I  think  we've  developed  a  good 
scheme  of  things.  He's  arranged  to  spend 
several  months  working  in  Europe.  That'll 
cut  out  all  those  transatlantic  hops." 

It  was  Jimmy  Harding,  Frank's  agent, 
who  set  up  the  singer's  Continental  tour. 
By  the  time  this  article  appears  in  print, 
Frank  should  have  sung  all  through  Italy 
France,  Belgium,  Holland,  the  Scandi- 
navian countries,  and  Great  Britain. 

Frank  is  determined  once  and  for  all  to 
aUay  Ava's  fears.  And  her  greatest  one  is 
that  he  doesn't  really  love  her,  which,  of 
course,  is  nonsense— but  Ava  still  has  her 
doubts.  She  knows  Frank  like  she  knows 
the  palm  of  her  right  hand.  She  knows  what 
a  charmer  he  is,  how  adaptive  he  can  be 
how  really  irresistible. 

Many  people  don't  know  it,  but  Sinatra 
J-TA  has  more  confidence  in  himself  than 
practically  any  other  entertainer  alive.  He 
once  said,  "If  I  were  going  to  be  a  painter, 
I  know  darn  well  I'd  be  a  great  one.  Once 
I  set  my  mind  to  doing  something,  I  reallv 
can  do  it."  J 
There  is  hardly  a  girl  in  the  world  today 
that  Frank  can't  enrapture  if  he  sets  his 
mind  on  the  target.  Sinatra  is  a  charm  boy 
He  knows  the  score.  He's  been  around.  He's 
as  sharp  as  a  blade.  He  has  known,  it  is 
safe  to  suppose,  as  many  women  as  any  67 


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crooner  of  his  age.  And  this  is  what  has 
worried  Ava  sick  from  time  to  time. 

A  friend  who  once  discussed  Frankie 
with  Ava  reports  that  the  second  Mrs. 
Sinatra  cocked  her  head  to  one  side  after 
the  discussion  and  said,  "I  know  it,  all 
right.  Frank  has  been  around." 

When  Ava  married  Sinatra  she  was  not 
expecting  a  model  celibate.  She  merely 
hoped  that  Frank  had  reached  the  stage  in 
life  where  he  was  tired  of  sowing  wild  oats, 
where  one  woman  was  capable  of  giving 
him  all  the  love  and  companionship  he  re- 
quired. 

Ava  is  now  fairly  well  convinced  that 
Frank  has  arrived  at  that  point.  Certainly, 
Frank  has  proven  it  to  her.  In  Hollywood 
while  preparing  for  Eternity,  he  dined  oc- 
casionally with  Marilyn  Maxwell,  a  flame  of 
yesteryear,  but  usually  he  was  seen  as  one 
of  a  threesome.  Many  times  he  went  to 
dinner  with  Judy  Garland  and  Sid  Luft. 

Before  he  finished  Eternity  and  winged 
to  Europe  to  join  his  Ava,  Frank  was  al- 
ways afraid  that  someone  might  carry  a 
ridiculous  bit  of  gossip  about  him  back  to 
London.  This  would  upset  his  brunette 
Carolina  beauty,  and  when  he  arrived, 
there  would  be  a  battle  royal. 

It  hasn't  come  to  pass.  The  European 
meetings  between  Ava  and  Frank  have  been 
warm,  rapturous,  even  tempestuous.  Frank 
stays  away  just  long  enough  for  Ava  to  miss 
him  terribly  and  vice  versa,  so  that  when 
at  last  these  two  catch  up  with  each  other — 
well,  the  homecoming  is  memorable. 

There  has  been  talk  in  Spain  to  the  effect 
that  Frank  may  remain  in  Europe  with  Ava 
until  her  18  months  are  up,  early  in  1954. 

If  Frank  is  able  to  satisfy  the  Internal 
Revenue  people  in  Washington,  and  they 
okay  his  passport,  this  may  very  well  come 
to  be.  In  fact,  Frank's  agent  in  London  has 
been  looking  around  for  a  country  home 
that  these  lovebirds  might  rent.  Not  that 
Ava  doesn't  like  her  Regent's  Park  apart- 
ment. "It's  just  that  a  house  would  be  so 
much  better,  so  much  nicer." 

Other  than  for  Sinatra's  estate  in  Palm 
Springs,  Ava  has  no  home  she  can  call  her 
own. 

Most  of  the  Hollywood  stars  who  are 
working  abroad  are  motivated  in  part  by 
the  advantageous  tax  laws.  Ava  would 
work  abroad  regardless  of  the  tax  laws, 
because  she  prefers  living  in  Europe. 

Che  feels  that  the  movie  colony  atmos- 
^  phere  is  not  too  conducive  to  a  happy 
family  life.  She  knows  this  from  experi- 
ence. She  knows  that  movieland  is  beset 
with  temptation.  She  knows  what  life  was 
like  in  California  with  Mickey  Rooney  and 
Artie  Shaw.  But  as  a  friend  recently  point- 
ed out,  "Ava  has  grown  enough  intellec- 
tually to  realize  that  geography  does  not 
motivate  the  sex  life  so  much  as  a  man's 
basic  character.  If  a  husband  is  going  to 
play  around,  he'll  be  just  as  faithless  in 
New  York  or  Glasgow  as  in  Hollywood  or 
Santa  Monica. 

"It  is  my  own  particular  analysis,"  this 
friend  continues,  "that  the  reason  Ava 
doesn't  like  Hollywood,  that  she  prefers 
Europe  is  because  Hollywood  arouses  a 
guilt  complex  in  her. 

"We  might  as  well  face  facts,  and  the 
number-one  fact  is  that  there  are  many 
people  in  the  motion  industry  who  feel  that 
the  first  Mrs,  Sinatra,  Nancy,  got  a  raw  deal. 
They're  wrong,  of  course,  but  they  blame 
Ava  for  the  divorce.  They  point  out  that  if 
she  hadn't  been  around,  Frank  would've 
returned  to  his  wife  and  three  kids.  They 
don't  realize  that  Sinatra  might  have  pushed 
for  a  divorce  in  any  case.  They  point  out 
that  Frank  had  left  home  before  and  that 
after  his  flings,  he'd  always  returned.  This 
time  the  temptation  of  Ava  was  too 
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modern  screen  fashion 


■  The  off-the-shoulder  silhouette 
is  the  fashion  darling  of  the 
hour — big  news  for  both 
*  daytime  and  evening  wear — a 
favorite  style  with  the 
stars — an  exciting  trend  for 
the  Summer  bride's  trousseau. 
With  this  glamorous  silhouette 
the  strapless  bra  plays  a  most 
important  role — assures 
the  maximum  in  figure  flattery. 
<Perma.lift's  new  all-nylon 
taffeta  and  embroidered 
marquisette  sdf-confonning 
strapless  bra.  Features — wires 
that  are  graded  and  curved  for 
flexibility  and  perfect  fit, 
elasticized  low  back,  famous 
Magic  Inset.  White  only. 
About  $4.  Cotton  (eyelet  top) 
not  shown,  about  $3. 


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AVAILABLE  AT  LEADING  DEPARTMENT 
AND  SPECIALTY  STORES. 


Exotic  Ursula  Thiess  now  in 
m  RKO's  film  Son  of  Sinbad. 


Lovely  Mona  Freeman  currently 
in  RKO's  film  Son  Of  Sinbad. 


Chic  Jean  Simmons  now 
in  RKO's  Kiss  And  Run. 


MORE  ) 


Left:  You'll  get  a  "double  take"  when  you 

wear  Seamprufe's  beautiful  lace'  trimmed  acetate  and 
nylon  (Ny-rou)  slip  that  features  a  lace  trim  front  and  back 

(perfect  cover-up  over  bras — looks  lovely  under  sheer  blouses). 
White  only.   About  $4.   With  it,   Seamprufe  nylon  hosiery. 
Top  1 :  Hollywood-Maxwell's  new  low-cut  V-ette  Whirlpool  bra  of  all 
nylon  sheer.  Dainty  pink  and  blue  blossom  trim — separate  elastic 
front  piece  for  flexibility.    White  only.    About  $3.50.    Top  2:  Peter  Pan's 
Merry -Go -Round — a  plunge  bra  that  features  a  rib-band  that  is 
designed  to  prevent  curling.  Broadcloth  (shown),  about  $3;  nylon 
taffeta,  about  $3.50 


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(Continued  from  page  68)  passion  was  too 
strong,  and  he  succumbed.  Ava  Gardner, 
therefore  in  the  eyes  of  a  large  segment 
of  the  population,  particularly  those  of 
Sinatra's  religious  faith,  is  regarded  as  a 
femme  faiale.. 

"Ava  is  a  perceptive  girl.  She  knows  all 
this.  She  knows  that  Nancy  Sinatra  has 
many  friends  in  Hollywood.  These  people 
are  also  Frankie's  friends.  When  they  visit 
Frank,  I'm  sure  Ava  wonders  what  sort  of 
stories  they  will  carry  back  to  Nancy.  Ava 
has  always  been  unsure  of  herself,  espe- 
cially in  Hollywood  where  so  many  people 
remember  her  as  a  silly,  sexy,  drawling  girl 
from  North  Carolina  who  was  used  as  a 
plaything  by  Mickey  Rooney.  Hollywood 
remembers  Ava  with  Howard  Duff,  Artie 
Shaw  and  others.  These  aren't  pleasant 
memories. 

"In  Europe,  Ava  is  treated  as  a  famous 
international  movie  star.  There  is  nobody 
in  Europe  who  knew  her  when  she  was 
married  to  Mickey  Rooney,  when  she  acted 
fatuously  and  talked  foolishly.  Abroad, 
she  is  a  woman  of  stature  who  conducts 
herself  with  decorum." 

In  many  ways,  this  analysis  rings  true. 
In  London,  by  way  of  illustration,  Ava 
never  makes  headlines  nor  does  she  cavort 
around  the  nightspots.  When  she  is  not 
working  on  her  latest  film,  in  this  case, 
Knights  Of  The  Round  Table,  she  drives 
out  to  Richmond,  a  suburb,  and  spends  the 
weekend  with  her  friends  Richard  Atten- 
borough  and  his  actress  wife  Sheilah  Sim 
who  are  currently  starring  in  an  English 
play,  The  Mousetrap. 

A  nyway,  overseas  Ava  is  infinitely  hap- 
pier  than  she  is  in  Hollywood.  As  for 
Frank,  his  major  forte  is  adaptiveness,  and 
he  can  get  along  anywhere.  If  the  Nevada 
State  Gambling  Commission  approves  of 
his  application  for  buying  into  the  gam- 
bling casino  of  the  Sands  Hotel  in  Las 
Vegas,  he  may  very  well  be  assured  of  a 
large  income  for  life,  in  which  event  he 
and  Ava  would  undoubtedly  spend  many 
years  away  from  the  rumors,  gossip,  innu- 
endo and  temptations  of  the  movie  colony. 

In  addition  to  children,  all  Ava  Gardner 
has  ever  asked  of  life  is  peace  of  mind. 
Of  late,  she's  gotten  some.  After  30  years 
in  this  world,  it's  just  about  time.  end 


gable  and  a  girl  named  kelly 

(Continued  from  page  24)  with  blonde, 
young,  beautiful  Grace  Kelly  is  purely 
professional.  Except  that  a  few  years  ago 
when  he  was  going  with  Lady  Sylvia  Ash- 
ley and  was  asked  if  he  contemplated 
matrimony,  he  told  reporters,  "Now,  look, 
boys,  she's  a  very  fine  woman  and  I  enjoy 
her  company.  But  insofar  as  anything 
serious  is  concerned,  that's  out." 

Even  when  he  was  paying  his  second 
wife,  Maria  Langham  close  to  half  a  million 
so  that  he  could  be  free  to  marry  Carole 
Lombard,  Gable  was  still  shy  about  admit- 
ting his  love. 

"Carole  and  I  are  good  friends,"  he 
said  at  the  time,  "but  I'm  in  no  position 
to  discuss  marriage  or  love  or  anything 
like  that.  Say  we're  just  good  friends  and 
leave  it  at  that." 

On  the  basis  of  his  established  record, 
it  is  safe  to  say  that  when  Gable  insists 
his  relationship  with  an  attractive  female 
is  casual,  it  usually  is  not.  For  The  King, 
as  Spencer  Tracy  refers  to  him,  has  always 
been  a  one-woman  man — that  is,  a  one- 
woman-at-a-time  man. 

When  he  courts  a  girl,  he  concentrates 


the  dress  of  the  month 


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Sunbacks  with  a  Bolero  Topping 


M°Te  :Jtelr;Ml,,,n!;  '°        to  we«-  Cri»P  flowerets  that  button 
on  or  off.  The  skirt  has  «  neat  flare  for  flattery.  Dan  River's 
checked  gingham  gives  wrinkles  the  cold  shoulder. 
Black/white,  grey/white,  navy/white.  14%-22%. 

Right:  Airy-Iight  as  a  soda  bubble.  Shirley  Fabrics'  hand 
washable  Saravan-a  rayon  acetate  with  the  delightful 
silky  sheen-scalloped  for  an  extra  treat.  The  seven  gore 
skirt  streamlines  the  figure  as  slick  as  a  breexe. 
Ice  blue,  navy.  14%-22%. 


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on  her.  He  gives  her  all  his  ardor,  all  his 
non-working  time.  No  diversification  for 
this  gentleman.  He  makes  a  girl  feel  as  if 
he  is  living  for  her,  only  for  her. 

In  the  case  of  Grace  Kelly,  members  of 
the  Mogambo  crew  insist  that  during 
the  preparation  and  making  of  this  film, 
"Gable  had  big  eyes  for  Grace." 

In  Nairobi  and  all  through  Kenya,  at 
Thika,  Ramuruti,  and  Lake  Naivasha,  all 
through  Tanganyika  and  Uganda,  it  was 
Gable  and  Kelly  who  paired  up,  Gable  do- 
ing everything  he  possibly  could  to  make 
things  easier  for  the  lovely  blonde  from 
Philadelphia  who  was  playing  her  second 
large  role  in  motion  pictures.  Her  first 
was  as  Gary  Cooper's  wife  in  High  Noon. 

When  the  location -shooting  was  finished 
in  Africa,  Gable  and  Grace  flew  back  to 
Europe.  When  the  picture  was  resumed  in 
London,  reporters  and  columnists,  catch- 
ing the  twosome  together  at  theaters  and 
social  functions,  also  spread  the  word  that 
The  King  had  found  himself  a  new  girl. 

During  the  entire  shooting  of  Mogambo, 
Grace  Kelly  was  mentioned  as  the  woman 
who  had  stolen  Gable's  heart. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  she  was  Clark's  con- 
stant date.  There  was  no  hiding  that.  In 
London  when  they  attended  Her  Majesty's 
Theater  to  take  in  Paint  Your  Wagon  they 
were  surrounded  by  so  many  fans  who 
kept  talking  about  "Clark  Gable  and  his 
new  sweetheart"  that  the  manager  of  the 
theater  had  to  extend  the  intermission  30 
minutes  while  Gable  and  Grace  signed 
programs  for  eager  autograph  collectors. 

A  few  nights  later  when  I  ran  into  them 
at  the  New  Theater  where  they'd  gone  to 
see  Dear  Charles,  Gable  was  irritated  when 
photographers  insisted  upon  shooting  him 
and  his  young  lady.  He  scowled,  bent  his 
head  down,  and  escaped  through  the  crowd. 

In  London  Clark  Gable  usually  fives  at 
the  Savoy  Hotel.  Since  Grace  Kelly  stayed 
at  the  same  place  and  the  gossip  linking 
these  two  became  so  strong,  Gable  moved 
into  the  Connaught,  a  conservative  hotel 
several  miles  away.  A  week  or  so  later 
Grace's  mother  arrived  from  Philadelphia. 

When  Grace  Kelly  was  asked  if  she  were 
in  love  with  Gable  or  he  with  her,  she  said, 
"I'm  afraid  not.  That's  just  a  rumor  and 
there's  nothing  to  it.  Mr.  Gable  is  a  very 
fine  gentleman,  and  he's  gone  out  of  his 
way  to  help  me  in  this  picture.  Because 
of  that  and  because  of  working  with  a 
great  director  like  John  Ford  and  a  tal- 
ented actress  like  Ava  Gardner,  this  has 
been  a  wonderful  experience  for  me. 

"Yes,  Mr.  Gable  and  I  have  been  out 
together,  to  a  few  plays,  things  like  that, 
and  we  spent  a  lot  of  time  in  each  other's 
company  in  Africa,  but  actually,  it's  been 
very  hard  work  on  this  film,  and  there 
hasn't  been  much  occasion  for  relaxing. 

"I  don't  go  out  with  Mr.  Gable  regularly, 
and  he  doesn't  go  out  with  me  steadily. 
He's  just  a  close  friend,  but  the  rumors 
have  magnified  everything  into  a  tremen- 
dous love  affair.  I'm  afraid  it's  not. 

"When  this  picture  is  over  I'll  be  in  New 
York,  and  Mr.  Gable  will  probably  be  tour- 
ing the  Continent.  I  can  tell  you  that 
we're  not  engaged,  just  close  friends." 

Cupposedly,  the  actor's  next  picture,  fol- 
k-'  lowing  Mogambo,  is  Green  Fire,  this 
one  to  be  shot  in  South  America  so  that 
Gable  can  stay  out  of  the  United  States 
for  18  months  and  earn  a  few  tax-free  dol- 
lars; and  somehow  it  would  surprise  no 
one  if  the  52-year-old  star  requested  this 
tall,  stately,  well-bred  blonde,  not  even 
half  his  age,  to  play  opposite  him;  for  ro- 
mance or  no  romance,  Grace  Kelly  is  one 
of  today's  finest  young  actresses. 

Moreover,  she  is  an  intelligent,  worldly, 
sophisticated  young  woman  of  excellent 
background,  and  that's  the  type  of  girl 


Gable  specializes  in,  albeit  he  has  picked 
them  much  older  in  the  past. 

Grace  Kelly  is  the  daughter  of  the 
John  Kellys  of  Philadelphia.  Her  father  is 
one  of  the  best-known  building  contractors 
in  that  city,  and  her  brother  Jack  is  an 
Olympic  oarsman  who  twice  won  the  Hen- 
ley regatta  in  London,  once  in  1947  and 
again  in  1949. 

Her  uncle  is  George  Kelly,  the  veteran 
Broadway  playwright  who  wrote  such  hits 
as  Craig's  Wife,  which  won  a  Pulitzer  Prize, 
and  The  Showoff. 

She  did  her  first  stage-acting  as  a  child 
of  11  and  in  1947  left  Philadelphia  for  New 
York  where  she  attended  the  American 
Academy  of  Dramatic  Arts  for  two  years. 

Grace  was  a  very  apt  pupil  and  after 
reading  for  Raymond  Massey  who  was 
directing  a  Broadway  play,  The  Father, 
she  won  the  role  of  his  daughter.  Massey 
at  the  time,  said,  "In  my  opinion  Grace 
Kelly  is  going  places  as  an  actress." 

His  prediction  proved  correct.  The  tall, 
blue-eyed  natural  blonde  was  spotted  by 
a  20th  Century-Fox  talent  scout  one  night 
and  tested  for  a  part  in  14  Hours,  a  film 
starring  Paul  Douglas.  Grace  got  the  part 
easily.  Business  was  slow,  however,  and 
there  were  no  further  movie  roles,  but 
since  she  is  not  a  poor  girl,  Grace  had  the 
necessary  funds  for  further  dramatic 
study.  She  played  Bucks  County  and  then 
went  west  where  she  acted  in  Denver's 
Ellitch  Gardens  which  is  known  as  the 
graduate  school  of  summer  stock. 


Gene  Autry's  Mule  Train,  made  in 
1950,  was  the  first  musical  West- 
ern to  90  into  the  archives  of  the 
Museum  of  Modern  Art. 


Fortunately  for  Grace,  Hollywood  pro- 
ducer Stanley  Kramer  was  looking  around 
for  a  young  actress  who  was  young,  pretty, 
and  talented  but  would  take  relatively 
little  in  the  way  of  salary.  He  had  a  western 
ready  to  go  entitled  High  Noon.  The  star 
of  the  picture  was  Gary  Cooper  whose 
financial  demands  are  always  astronomical. 
Cooper  had  agreed  to  star  in  the  film  for 
$50,000  and  20%  of  the  profits,  a  deal  which 
will  probably  net  him  a  half  million. 

Because  Grace  hadn't  had  very  much  film 
experience,  her  salary  hovered  about  the 
$250-a-week  mark. 

Kramer,  who  is  always  willing  to  take  a 
chance  on  youngsters,  signed  Grace  for 
the  femme  lead.  She  was  nothing  but  sen- 
sational. When  High  Noon  was  finished, 
Cooper  said,  "This  girl  has  as  much  poten- 
tial as  any  actress  I've  played  opposite — a 
great  talent." 

Now  all  you  need  in  Hollywood  is  one 
big  fat  hit,  and  your  agent  can  start 
making  demands  and  mulling  over  the 
various  offers  that  begin  to  cataract.  Grace 
went  back  to  New  York,  picked  up  some 
fast  dough  on  television,  and  the  high 
pressure  boys  from  MCA  began  scouting 
around  for  her  in  Hollywood. 

The  Music  Corporation  of  America  rep- 
resents dozens  of  actors,  one  of  the  most 
valuable  being  William  Clark  Gable.  When 
Gable  was  assigned  to  Mogambo,  the  story 
of  a  triangle  in  which  a  white  hunter  fools 
around  with  a  lady  and  a  fast  girl,  and 
decides  in  the  end  that  the  red  hot  baby 
is  for  him,  MCA  asked  for  the  identity  of 
the  two  women  who  were  to  play  opposite 
him. 

Twenty  years  ago  Gable  had  made  this 
story  under  the  title  of  Red  Dust.  At  that 
time  Jean  Harlow  had  played  the  vamp 
and  Mary  Astor  the  married  lady. 

MGM  told  Gable's  agent  that  Ava  Gard- 
ner was  scheduled  to  play  the  Jean  Harlow 
part,  but  that  they  had  no  one  for  the  Mary 
Astor  role.  In  fact,  they  said,  the  British 


Government  wanted  them  to  use  British 
actors  and  actresses  wherever  possible. 

MCA  asked  Gable  if  he  had  any  objec- 
tions to  Grace  Kelly.  Gable  said,  "No,  she's 
great."  Whereupon  Miss  Kelly  was  offered 
to  John  Ford,  one  of  the  few  really  great 
motion  picture  directors  in  Hollywood. 
After  seeing  some  of  Grace's  work,  Ford 
nodded,  "She's  good  enough  for  me." 

Grace  Kelly  was  flown  to  Europe,  thence 
to  Nairobi  in  British  East  Africa,  and  then 
750  land  miles  out  into  the  bush  country. 
It  was  in  this  location  that  she  and  Gable 
became  "fast  friends." 

Ava  and  Grace  were  the  only  two  white 
female  stars  on  the  trek,  and  at  night  Ava 
used  to  hang  a  lantern  outside  her  tent 
to  scare  off  the  lions,  and  in  this  sort  of 
potentially  dangerous  environment,  Gable 
took  on  the  halo  of  the  protector. 

Africa  or  no  Africa,  The  King  is  a  pretty 
romantic  guy  anyway  you  look  at  him, 
and  in  the  span  of  five  weeks'  time,  Grace 
Kelly  was  looking  at  him  plenty. 

By  the  time  they  hit  London,  the  rumors 
coupling  these  two  in  a  torrid  romance 
were  in  full  force.  They  were  so  prevalent 
that  Gable  became  annoyed  at  them  and 
refused  to  answer  questions  concerning 
his  love  life. 

Reporters  are  adroit  by  profession,  how- 
ever, and  would  start  their  questioning 
along  this  line.  "Are  you  really  happy 
without  a  wife?"  Gable's  answer  to  that 
one  was  a  fast  yes. 

"How  do  you  feel  about  marriage  gen- 
erally? That  is,  you've  been  burned  a  few 
times." 

"I've  always  believed  in  marriage  as  the 
best  state  for  man  and  woman,  and  I  be- 
lieve in  it  now.  If  the  right  girl  came  along 
and  I  fell  in  love  with  her  and  she  with 
me,  I  certainly  would  marry  again." 

TI/Tindful  of  the  fact  that  each  of  his  four 
wives  had  had  money  in  her  own 
right,  one  reporter  asked  the  actor  how  he 
felt  about  a  wife  who  had  an  independent 
income. 

"If  a  marriage  is  right,"  Gable  answered, 
"a  husband  will  maintain  his  authority 
regardless  of  his  wife's  income  or  wealth." 

"What  qualities  are  you  looking  for  in 
a  wife,  Mr.  Gable?" 

"I'm  looking  for  a  woman  who  has 
brains,  beauty,  breeding  and  a  good  sense 
of  humor.  I'd  like  her  to  know  her  way 
around  both  in  and  out  of  the  home.  I 
myself  don't  go  in  for  much  entertaining 
but  if  entertaining  makes  her  happy  she 
can  do  all  of  it  she  has  a  hankering  for." 

"After  you  finish  Mogambo  what  are 
your  plans?" 

"I  left  my  car  back  in  Rome.  I'm  going 
to  pick  it  up,  drive  through  Spain  and  then 
settle  down  in  a  little  house  I've  rented 
in  Majorca.  Did  I  mind  the  discomfort  in 
Africa?  Heck  no.  A  lot  of  people  were 
bellyaching  about  conditions,  but  I  loved 
the  whole  setup,  sleeping  on  a  cot,  the 
mosquito  netting,  washing  in  a  canvas 
basin,  even  hunting.  I  shot  a  crocodile  and 
a  python,  and  a  few  other  animals,  but  I'm 
really  more  of  a  fisherman  than  a  hunter. 
Basically,  I'm  a  lazy  man,  and  I  guess  all 
lazy  men  love  to  fish." 

"Just  one  more  question,  Mr.  Gable. 
Is  there  any  truth  to  the  rumor  that  while 
you  and  Grace  Kelly  were  on  location  you 
fell  in  love  with  her  and  that  she  is  cur- 
rently your  girl?" 

The  King's  eyes  flashed,  his  teeth  came 
togetherr  and  he  shook  his  head.  "That's 
absurd,"  he  said  a  moment  later.  "Right 
now  I've  got  no  girl." 

People  in  Hollywood  who  know  Gable 
best,  however,  and  there  are  surprisingly 
few  who  know  him  relatively  well,  insist 
that  Gable  always  has  a  girl,  that  a  woman- 
less  life  for  him  is  as  likely  as  a  wifeless 
one  is  for  Tommy  Manville.  END 


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"Snowdrift"  by  Edith 
Small  .  .  .  beaulifu! 
demi-length  gown  of  lace 
drifted  over  lace. 
Deodorant  protection  — 
sure,  gentle  New  Fresh. 


Gentle  NEWFRESH  will  give  you  far  greater  underarm  protection 
than  other  leading  cream  deodorants.  Proved  by  university  scientists! 

Now  Fresh"  Cream  Deodorant  brings  you 


the  active  ingredient  recommended  by 
doctors  for  keeping  underarms  dry. 

Tracer  Tests  made  hi  the  laboratory 
of  a  famous  university  prove  that  the 
moisture-control  formula  of  New  Fresh 
has  up  to  180%  greater  astringent  action 
than  the  other  leading  cream  deodorants 
tested.  And  it  is  the  astringent  action 
in  deodorants  that  keeps  underarms 


dry.  That's  why  Fresh  keeps  your 
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New  Fresh  stops  odor  completely.  Yet 
it  is  still  as  creamy-soft,  as  extra-gentle 
to  skin  as  ever!  Use  Fresh  daily. 


Now!  Fresh  with  Chlorophyll*, 
too!  Gives  miracle  deodorizing 
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down  boy! 

(Continued  from  page  59)  but  it  got 
so  we  didn't  dare  be  seen  together,  be- 
cause the'  columnists  jumped  down  our 
throats  for  trying  to  fool  people  by  going 
out  just  to  make  an  appearance  for  the 
studio." 

We-  suggested  that  maybe  he  was  con- 
tending, then,  that  he  was  very  fond  of  all 
of  the  girls  he'd  been  linked  with  in  the 
past  couple  of  years.  Real  fond. 

"That's  silly,"  he  snorted.  "But  how  can 
you  tell  unless  you  check?  In  Hollywood 
there  are  more  single  men  than  single 
women  actually,  but  the  movie  people 
stick  together,  maybe  because  we're  all  in 
the  same  line  of  work.  And  the  single  ac- 
tresses do  outnumber  the  single  actors. 
That  means  we're  what  you  might  call 
overworked.  So  if  I  "seem  to  go  out  with 
a  lot  of  women  it's  just  that  I'm  trying  to 
do  my  bit — and,  incidentally,  not  overlook 
any  bets.  But  I  can  say  that  I've  never  gone 
out  with  the  same  girl  twice  unless  I 
really  liked  her." 

T5rady  kicked  a  little  lint  off  the  carpet 
and  made  an  expression  like  Bishop 
Sheen  starting  a  lecture. 

"Do  you  know  what  the  result  of  all 
this  kind  of  talk  about  me  and  other, 
actors  is  going  to  be?"  he  asked.  "The 
fans  who  come  to  Hollywood  to  see  the 
stars  are  going  to  be  able  to  get  a  look 
at  more  of  them  in  Kansas  City.  They're 
all  going  to  be  in  hiding.  They'll  be  afraid 


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to  go  out,  for  fear  of  being  lynched.  The 
sightseeing  buses  will  all  go  out  of  busi- 
ness. The  drivers  will  be  pointing  out  Mo- 
cambo  and  such  places  as  former  night 
clubs.  And  the  press  agents  for  those 
night  clubs,  who  plant  all  the  hot  stories 
on  guys  like  me,  will  be  selling  apples. 

"Maybe  it  is  the  press  agents  who  should 
be  blamed,  anyway.  One  week  when  I  had 
the  flu  I  counted  the  items  in  the  columns 
serviced  by  those  press  agents  and  I  was 
listed  as  being  in  45  spots  with  about  45 
different  dames.  My  agent  was  going  crazy. 
He  kept  calling  me  up,  raising  the  devil. 
'I'm  telling  the  studio  you're  sick  in  bed,' 
he  screamed,  'and  every  time  I  pick  up  a 
paper  I  see  you've  been  out  dancing.  What 
are  you  trying  to  do  to  your  career?'  And 
the  girl  I  was  going  with — and  whom  I 
didn't  want  to  see  because  I  didn't  want 
to  give  her  my  flu — call  every  hour  and 
told  me  to  die  that  day.  And. all  the  time 
I  hadn't  lifted  my  aching  head  from  a 
pillow." 

We  began  to  feel  very  unhappy  about 
Brady.  Maybe  the  man  was  misunderstood. 

"Put  this  down,"  he  demanded  suddenly, 
"if  you're  going  to  write  anything  about 
all  this,  tell  the  truth.  I'm  a  simple  man 
trying  to  make  a  living  and  doing  my  best 
to  learn  my  business  so  I  can  work  at  it 
until  I'm  an  old  man.  I  am  not  a  trouble- 
maker. I  am  not  fickle.  I  never  give  a  pro- 
ducer any  trouble.  I  have  to  stand  up  for 
a  few  rights — and  I  have  to  make  my  own 
decisions  about  my  career.  But  a  man  has 
to  do  that  in  any  business. 

"And  put  down  particularly  that  I  will 
never  be  a  long-hair."  (In  Hollywood  par- 


lance it  is  said  of  an  actor  that  whenever 
he  kicks  over  the  traces  and  gets  into  a 
fight  with  his  boss.,  that  he  has  gone  "long- 
hair.") "I  don't  want  to  play  Hamlet  or  be 
another  Charlie  Chaplin.  I  will  play  any 
part  a  studio  asks  me  to  if  I  think  I  can 
do  it  and  it  won't  take-  me  backward  in- 
stead of  forward.  I  would  like  to  spend 
the  rest  of  my  life  doing  domestic  comedies, 
light  little  guys  who  work  in  factories  and 
have  to  hurry  to  work  every  morning,  just 
like  the  people  who  go  to  the  movies.  Once 
in  a  while  I'd  like  an  action  movie — a 
western  or  something  like  that.  But  I'll 
leave  the  acting  parts  to  the  big  actors,  the 
guys  who  like  that  sort  of  stuff  and  know 
how  to  do  it.  I  don't." 

YY/  e  meekly  interrupted  to  suggest  that 
from  current  reports  Scott  Brady  had 
set  some  sort  of  a  record  for  kicking  over 
the  traces.  Within  a  matter  of  days,  a  few 
months  ago,  he  ran  afoul  of  both  20th 
Century-Fox  #nd  Universal-International, 
and  made  the  final  payment  on  a  contract 
he  bought  out  of  at  Eagle-Lion.  For  a  few 
days  it  had  looked  as  though  Scott  were 
trying  to  be  a  one-man  revolution,  and  the 
word  had  got  around  that  Scott  Brady  was 
at  last  a  long-hair,  a  bad  boy,  a  man  who 
wanted  his  way  or  else. 

Scott  narrowed  his  ice-blue  eyes  at  us. 
He  ran  a  strong  hand  through  his  already 
uncombed  hair.  And  he  began  talking  at 
his  usual  machine-gun  rate. 

"If  you  want  to  know  the  real  truth, 
about  my  dealings  with  Fox  and  Universal, 
you've  got  to  know  what  preceded  all  this," 
he  said  finally.  "You  see,  both  the  Fox  and 
Universal  deals  came  as  a  result  of  the 
mess  I  got  into  with  Eagle-Lion.  Now  that 
was  all  my  fault.  When  I  got  out  of  the 
service  I  came  to  Hollywood  because  my 
brother  (Larry  Tierney)  was  here,  and 
the  rest  of  the  family  was  planning  to 
move  to  California.  I  had  no  job — and 
nothing  in  mind— so  I  just  took  it  easy 
around  town  for  awhile,  a  few  months. 

"One  day  I  was  in  a  restaurant  and  a 
fellow  walked  up  to  me  and  asked  me  if  I 
was  an  actor.  I  told  him  to  get  lost,  but 
he  insisted  on  talking  to  me,  and  the  next 
thing  I  knew  I  was  on  my  way  over  to 
Eagle-Lion  studio.  We  went  into  a  little 
office  and  a  man  sat  at  a  desk  behind  a. 
big  cigar  and  just  looked  at  me.  He  didn't 
say  a  word  for  ten  minutes.  Eventually, 
he  seemed  to  make  up  his  mind,  and  he 
turned  to  the  fellow  with  me — who  was  an 
agent — and  said  he'd  like  to  talk  over  a 
deal. 

"I  found  out  right  then  that  actors  aren't 
supposed  to  have  any  sense,  because  they 
asked  me  to  step  outside  while  they  fig- 
ured out  what  they  were  going  to  do  with 
me.  That  sounds  kind  of  crazy,  but  that's 
the  way  they  do  things. 

"Well,  to  make  it  short,  they  'made  a 
deal,*'  and  the  following  morning  I  was  an  '' 
actor,  maybe  a  star,  at  Eagle-Lion.  It  was 
as  easy  as  that." 

Brady  plucked  a  cigar  from  a  pocket  ' 
and  bit  the  end  off  and  lit  a  match.  And 
then  his  entire  manner  changed.  He  didn't 
look  menacing  anymore.  His  face  wrinkled 
into  a  wide  grin  and  he  sunk  into  a  chair  , 
chuckling  like  a  small  boy.  He  played  with  | 
the  cigar  as  though  he  wasn't  used  to  ^ 
cigars.  _ 

"Boy  what  they  did  to  me  at  Eagle- 
Lion,"  he  said.  "I'm  not  complaining,  mind  ' 
you,  because  if  they  hadn't  given  me  a  , 
chance  I  might  be  installing  your  telephone 
here  today  or  picking  up  your  laundry. 
But  I  became  an  actor  fast  over  there.  The 
first  picture  I  was  a  prize  fighter — and  I 
was  terrible.  But  everybody  kept  telling 
me  I  was  great.  I  guess  if  they  hadn't  I'd  J 
have  left  town  in  the  middle  of  the  night. 
Then  I  was  a  T-man.  Pretty  soon  I  wasn't  , 
sure  what  I  was  supposed  to  be  I  was 


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choices.  Then  let  us  know  what  stars  you'd  like  to  read  about  in  future  issues. 


□  The  Inside  Story 

□  Louella  Parsons'  Good  News 

□  Hollywood  Abroad  (M.S.  wire  service] 

□  Mike  Connolly's  Hollywood  Report 

□  Gable  And  A  Girl  Named  Kelly 
(Clark  Gable) 

□  The  Gay  Divorcee  (Rita  Hayworth) 

□  Dangerous  Crossroad  (Jane  Powell) 

□  Joan  and  Marilyn  Talk  To  Louella  ' 
Parsons  (Crawford  and  Monroe) 

□  Temptress  (Mitzi  Gaynor) 
Q  On  His  Own  (Mar'ro  Lcmza) 

□  Marriage,  Anyone?  (Piper  Laurie) 

□  Once  A  Tomboy  (Cyd  Charisse) 

□  Crosby  And  Son  (Bing  Crosby) 

□  Lii  And  Mike's  Ranch  House 
(Liz  Taylor) 

□  At  Home  Abroad  (Gene  Kelly) 

□  Ann  Blyth's  Wedding  Day 

□  Getting  To  Know  You  (Ava  Gardner) 

□  Making  Up  For  Lost  Time 
(Jane  Wyman) 

□  Down  Boy!  (Scott  Brady) 

□  The  Quiet  Happiness  (Betty  Grable) 

□  Too  Busy  For  Romance  (Kathryn  Grayson) 

□  Modern  Screen  Fashions 

□  Take  My  Word  For  It  (Ann  Sheridan) 

□  Movie  Reviews  by  Florence  Epstein 

□  TV  Talk  by  Paul  Dennis 


Which  of  the  stories  did  you  like  least? 


What  3  MALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues?  List  them  I, 
2,  3,  in  order  of  preference. 


What  FEMALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues? 


What  MALE  star  do  you  like  least? 
What  FEMALE  star  do  you  like  least? 

My  name  is  

My  address  is  

City .  .  .   State  

Occupation   I  am....yrs.  old 

ADDRESS  TO:  POLL  DEPT.,  MODERN 
SCREEN,  BOX  125,  MURRAY  HILL 
STATION.    NEW   YORK    16,    N.  Y. 


working  so  fast  and  in  so  many  movies. 

About  this  time  I  began  to  get  wise  to 
some  facts  about  Hollywood.  I  learned, 
from  just  looking  around  me,  that  an 
actor  in  the  movies  has  to  conserve  his 
activities.  They  say  you  only  last  about 
seven  years  and  I  could  see  myself  using 
up  the  whole  seven  years  in  about  two. 
Sure  I  was  getting  experience,  but  it  was 
killing  me  off.  I  was  making  pictures  so 
fast  that  I  wasn't  making  any  sense  in 
them.  And  I  wasn't  making  any  money. 
So  I  decided  to  make  a  change." 

Brady  wagged  the  cigar  as  though  it  was 
a  big  stick. 

jPROM  that  time  on,"  he  said,  "people 
thought  I  was  a  trouble-maker.  I  got 
myself  two  new  contracts,  one  at  Universal 
and  one  at  20th  Century-Fox.  I've  worked 
hard  at  both  places.  Recently  both  con- 
tracts were  called  off— and  the  stories 
around  town  about  how  it  happened  would 
curl  your  hair.  I  hear  that  out  at  Universal 
1  g°t  into  such  an  argument  with  Bill  Goetz 
that  he  threw  a  book  at  me  and  chased  me 
out  of  his  office.  They  tell  me  he  said  I  was 
a  bad  boy  who  got  too  big  for  his  britches, 
and  that  I  wanted  to  play  roles  I  wasn't 
able  to.  The  fact  is  that  Bill  Goetz  and  I 
separated  on  the  friendliest  of  possible 
terms— and  never  had  a  harsh  word  then 
or  ever. 

"At  20th  Century-Fox  they  had  a  clause 
in  my  contract  that  I  couldn't  do  television 
I  wanted  to  do  TV  and  I  did.  That  broke 
the  contract.  I'm  sure  I'll  work  there  again 
some  day,  because  I  have  a  lot  of  friends 
out  there. 

.  Brady  flung  his  cigar,  well  chewed  now, 
into  the  fireplace,  and  stomped  up  and 
down  to  keep  his  dander  going. 

"But  that  isn't  the  worst  of  it— being 
called  a* long-hair.  They  have  me  nuts 
now  about  my  private  life.  Take  for  in- 
stance the  stories  that  were  in  the  papers 
recently  about  me  and  Anita  Ekberg  The 
way  it  went  was  that  she  and  I  went  to 
Mocambo,  I  criticized  the  way  she  was 
dressed  we  had  a  knock  down-dragout 
l  J1 1  e  stormed  out  of  the  place  in 
a  £«rT  leavmS  me  alone.  How  about  that' 
What  actually  happened  was  that  we 
went  to  the  Bar  of  Music,  not  Mocambo, 
she  had  been  in  a  hurry  to  dress  and  wore 
a  nice  suit.  We  found  out  it  was  an  opening 
night  after  we  got  there  and  that  every- 
one was  in  evening  clothes.  We  sat  down, 
laughed  like  the  devil  for  about  ten 
minutes,  and  then  left  for  some  less  fancy 
place  together.  And  we  had  a  wonder- 
iul  evening. 

*But  the  papers  made  me  look  like  a  real 
jerk.  Look,  if  I  like  a  girl  I  don't  care  if 
she  goes  out  with  me  wearing  blue  jeans 
and  a  T-shirt,  as  long  as  she  looks  good 
1  certainly  wouldn't  start  a  beef  with 
a  pretty  girl  in  a  public  place-although 
the  word  is  around  now  that  IH  slug  a 
woman  anywhere.  Jimmie  Fidler  wrote  me 
an  open  letter  in  his  column  that  made 
me  hate  myself  even  though  I  knew  all 
the  things  Id  been  charged  with  were  not 
true. 


TTp  to  this  point  Brady  had  been  tensed 
u  i  YP,hk,e  ,a  Pan*61-  on  the  prowl,  and 
had  looked  about  as  dangerous.  But  at  this 
moment  he  pulled  one  of  those  abrupt 
about-faces  that  make  him  so  darned  fas- 
cinating and  likeable.  He  grinned  his  wide 
Irish  grm  and  came  straight  over  to  us 

Maybe  you're  the  guy  to  set  the  record 
straight  Maybe  you're  the  guy  to  write  the 
truth  about  me— and  my  reputation.  Just 
tell  them  what  I've  been  saying,  about  my 
job,  about  my  girls,  about  my  wild,  wild 
ways. 

"And  another  thing.  Tell  them  that  I'll 
be  my  own  man.  If  I  do  crazy  things,  that's 
me  doing  them.  Not  an  actor  trying  to  at- 


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any  off-screen  character  that  is  not  me.  I 
will  not  assume  any  eccentricities.  If  guys 
like  you  tell  the  truth  about  me,  people 
will  know  what  I'm  really  like  and  I  won't 
be  in  so  much  trouble." 

Brady  came  over  and  looked  at  us 
closely.  He  gave  us  a  pat  on  the  head  that 
could  almost  have  been  interpreted  as  a 
blow. 

"Now,  don't  louse  me  up,"  he  said.  "I've 
got  to  go.  I've  got  to  get  another  cigar." 

And  he  went,  like  a  T-man  who'd  just 
spotted  a  smuggler. 

WE  gathered  the  notes  we'd  scribbled 
and  looked  them  over  very  carefully. 
They  seemed  to  make  sense — and  the  man 
certainly  seemed  to  be  telling  the  truth — 
at  least  the  truth  the  way  he  saw  it.  But 
all  in  all  he  still  seemed  to  come  out  some- 
thing of  a  character. 

Let's  see.  Scott  Brady  does  date  more 
women  than  any  three  bachelor  actors  in 
town.  He  walks  ahead  of  them  generally, 
but  they  don't  seem  to  mind.  He  opens 
the  car  door  from  his  side,  not  from  the 
sidewalk.  We've  seen  him  grab  a  girl  by 
the  scruff  of  the  neck  and  lead  her  through 
a  night  club  door — with  a  smile  on  his 
face,  all  right,  and  generally  a  smile  on 
hers.  Maybe  that's  his  kind  of  affection. 
Maybe  he  is  a  bit  of  a  roughneck  with 


women.  But  they  seem  to  like  it  and  want 
to  come  back  for  more. 

We've  seen  him  walk  into  a  con- 
ference room  and  say  exactly  what  was  on 
his  mind,  and  pound  a  desk  a  little.  He 
hasn't  always  won,  so  maybe  he  is  con- 
sidered something  of  a  trouble-maker  by 
some  producers.  He  certainly  knows  what 
he  wants  and  means  to  do — and  he  does  it. 
Possibly  his  idea  of  a  simple  discussion  is 
another  man's  idea  of  a  knock-down-drag- 
out  fight.  Anyway,  he's  no  sissy. 

He  may  not  care  what  a  woman  wears, 
but  Scott  Brady's  date  is  generally  as  well 
decked  out  as  any  doll  in  the  room,  so 
maybe  he's  a  little  more  particular  about 
appearance  than  he  thinks  he  is.  Who's 
to  argue,  though,  about  that?  , 

We  believe  Scott  Brady,  though,  about 
not  being  a  long-hair,  or  ever  wanting  to 
be  one.  We  know  he's  a  business  man  about 
acting  and  likes  to  do  the  right  things. 
He'll  never  try  for  the  Old  Vic  in  London, 
for  sure. 

Now  about  being  fickle.  The  man's  not 
that.  If  you'll  listen  to  him  he'll  tell  you 
his  heart  has  really  belonged  to  a  girl 
named  Dorothy  Malone  for  a  long  time, 
and  will  continue  to  be  hers  until  she's 
entirely  sure  she  doesn't  want  it.  The 
other  girls  are  pals,  nothing  more.  But 
that's  his  problem,  not  ours.  It's  probably 
the  only  problem  the  poor  guy's  got.  end 


liz  and  mike's  ranchhouse 


(Continued  from  page  46)  get  up  at  seven 
in  the  morning." 

"Why  shouldn't  I  be  jealous?"  Liz  asks. 
"Imagine  his  having  this  whole  beautiful 
house  all  to  himself,  and  playing  with  the 
baby,  too.  But  seriously,  now  that  we're 
both  working,  we  spend  all  our  free  time 
right  here  at  home.  We  rarely  go  to 
parties.  The  Academy  Awards  night  was 
the  first  evening  affair  for  us  in  months. 
We  hardly  ever  dine  in  restaurants,  and 
only  a  little  while  ago  when  Michael  sug- 
gested that  a  weekend  in  San  Francisco 
might  be  a  good  change  for  us,  we  both 
forgot  the  idea  before  it  even  developed. 
It  may  sound  stuffy,  but  honestly,  we're 
completely  stuck  on  the  Wilding  brand 
of  homelife." 

The  Wilding  lovenest  is  every  bit  as 
attractive  as  the  lady  of  the  house. 

Elizabeth  Taylor,  because  she's  worked 
for  the  past  decade,  is  one  of  the  few  for- 
tunate young  actresses  who  can  afford  a 
$100,000  house. 

Luckily,  she  also  has  the  taste,  breeding, 
and  background  to  furnish  it  with  care  and 
discrimination.  The  house  is  as  fine  an 
example  of  contemporary  design  and  dec- 
orating as  can  be  found  anywhere  in  the 
country  today. 

Of  course,  a  good  many  experts  helped 
Liz  make  her  house  what  it  is  today,  but 
it  was  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Taylor  Hilton  Wild- 
ing who  started  the  ball  rolling,  and  in 
every  furnishing  detail  it  was  she  who 
made  the  final  decision. 

Expert  number  one  was  her  efficient, 
golf-playing  secretary,  Peggy  Rutledge. 
After  her  marriage  to  Mike  Wilding  in 
London,  Liz  wrote  Peg  and  said,  "Please 
start  looking  around  for  a  house  you  think 
Michael  and  I  would  go  for."  She  then 
explained  that  what  she  had  in  mind 
was  a  small  place,  two  bedrooms  and  may- 
be a  swimming  pool,  but  something  away 
from  neighbors,  something  with  clean  mod- 
ern lines,  and  a  house  with  a  view. 

Really  good  houses  are  not  easy  to  buy. 
They  have  to  be  built  according  to  plans 
and  specifications.  You  need  a  good  archi- 
tect and  intelligent  owners,  everyone 
working  in  close  cooperation.  The  Wild- 
ings were  excessively  lucky.  They  had  Peg 


to  do  the  spadework.  She  eliminated  doz- 
ens of  modern  monstrosities  offered  by  the 
local  real  estate  agents. 

Finally  last  August,  Liz  and  Mike  de- 
cided upon  a  rambling  modem  California 
ranch  house.  It  is  really  three  separate 
units  joined  together  by  a  covered  walk. 

'"Phe  first  section  consists  of  the  service 
wing  including  the  parking  area,  a 
three-car  garage,  the  laundry,  the  maid's 
room,  machinery  for  heating  the  house 
and  the  swimming  pool,  storage  for  the 
freezer,  and  living  space  for  the  Wildings' 
four  dogs  and  four  cats.  (Liz  Taylor  has 
always  been  pet- wacky). 

The  second  unit  comprises  a  complete 
guest  apartment  with  kitchen,  living  room, 
bedroom  and  bath.  At  the  moment  these 
quarters  are  being  occupied  by  Liz'  brother, 
Howard,  and  his  wife,  Mara. 

The  best  part  of  the  house,  however,  is 
where  Liz  and  Michael  spend  most  of 
their  time.  This  is  the  third  unit  and 
boasts  two  bedrooms,  one  for  the  baby,  of 
course,  an  over-sized  living  and  dining 
room  area,  two  baths,  and  a  large  airy 
kitchen.  Surrounded  by  a  diachondra  lawn, 
flowering  shrubs,  and  a  well-planned 
rock  garden,  this  butter-yellow  house 
perches  on  the  brow  of  a  hfll  overlooking 
Beverly  Hills,  the  Pacific  Ocean,  and  prac- 
tically all  of  Los  Angeles. 

Originally  the  owner  of  this  house  was 
a  Mr.  Ted  McClennan.  Ted  is  a  success- 
ful California  contractor,  and  when  he 
erected  the  house  for  himself  he  made 
certain  to  use  the  latest  and  best  building 
materials.  For  example,  all  the  wooden 
finish  in  the  house  is  solid  mahogony  in- 
cluding the  paneling  in  the  living  room, 
the  wardrobe  closets  in  the  bedroom,  and 
even  the  bathroom  cabinets. 

The  fireplace  wall  and  the  rock  wall, 
the  structural  center  of  the  living  room, 
is  made  of  especially  selected  fieldstone. 
The  enormous  window  walls  in  each  room 
consist  of  expensive  plate  glass,  while  the 
kitchen  is  basically  a  housekeeper's 
dream,  a  harmonizing  blend  of  white  oak, 
formica,  and  stainless  steel,  all  functional 
and  efficient. 

Lottie,  the  cook  and  housekeeper,  loves 
to  point  out  to  visitors  how  every  drawer 
in  the  kitchen  operates  on  ball  bearings. 
Each  kitchen  cabinet  was  designed  for  a 


specific  use — a  narrow  file  for  trays,  a 
deep  closet  for  pots,  a  felt-lined  drawer 
for  silverware,  and  a  series  of  narrow 
shelves  for  spices.  Lottie  says,  "I've 
worked  in  many  kitchens,  but  never  in  one 
so  functional.  And  what  a  view  you  get 
from  the  kitchen.  Honest,  it's  like  being 
in  heaven." 

Even  though  they  had  all  these  architec- 
tural advantages  to  begin  with,  the  Wild- 
ings made  a  few  improvements  of  their 
own.  Liz,  for  example,  who  has  a  good 
sense  of  design  and  a  perceptive  apprecia- 
tion of  art — after  all,  it's  only  natural  since 
she's  an  art  dealer's  daughter — thought 
that  the  living  room  as  it  was  when  they 
first  bought  the  house  had  an  uninterest- 
ing shape  and  too  little  seating  space. 

She  and  Mike  discussed  the  problem, 
gave  it  some  of  their  thinking,  and  then 
decided  to  extend  the  structural  stone  wall 
and  add  a  glassed-in  lanai  thereby  turn- 
ing the  room  into  an  L-shape. 

They  also  bleached  the  mahogany  pan- 
eling a  lighter  shade  and  converted  a 
small  bar  into  a  music  cabinet  and  record- 
player.  Liz  also  stood  watch  over  the 
house  painters  until  they  had  changed  the 
earthy  brown  exterior  to  the  color  she 
wanted,  a  cool  yellow. 

W/ hen  it  came  to  furnishing  their  love- 
"  nest,  Liz  and  Mike  looked  around  for  an 
interior  decorator  with  considerable  talent 
and  a  reasonable  money  sense.  They 
decided  on  Jim  Favour.  Jim  had  done 
homes  for  a  few  of  their '  friends,  Stanley 
Donen,  one  of  Liz'  ex-boy  friends,  was  one 
of  these,  and  his  work  is  widely  admired. 
Unlike  some  Hollywood  decorators  whose 
bills  would  frighten  even  the  Aga  Khan, 
Jim's  fees  are  fair,  and  he  insists  upon  giv- 
ing his  clients  a  voice  in  their  decor. 

Favour  says,  "The  Wildings  were  help- 
ful and  easy  to  please,  a  pretty  rare  com- 


bination. They  had  two  requests  to  start 
with.  Liz  told  me  she  wanted  a  pink 
bedroom  and  the  dominant  note  in  the 
living  room  to  be  perrywinkle  blue. 

"We  dyed  a  20-by-30  carpet  a  delicate 
pink.  Then  we  covered  a  chaise  in  pink 
mohair,  and  painted  all  the  wooden  sur- 
faces in  the  master  bedroom  a  darker 
shade  of  pink.  Even  now  we're  changing 
the  bathroom  fixtures  to  pink. 

"In  the  living  room  we  decided  to  cover 
a  contoured  couch  in  Liz'  blue.  With 
this  color  we've  used  contrasting  and 
blending  shades  of  purple,  green,  and 
gold  on  the  chairs  and  pillows.  The  match- 
stick  shades,  which  are  the  only  curtains 
in  the  place,  are  held  together  by  bands 
of  blue,  purple,  green,  and  gold  wool.  The 
total  effect  is  one  of  cleanliness,  modern- 
ity, and  comfort." 

When  Jim  Favour  says  "We,"  he  means 
of  course,  Liz,  Mike,  and  himself.  "The 
Wildings,"  he  explains,  "played  the  major 
role  in  selecting  things.  My  office  merely 
made  up  floor  plans  and  furniture  sketches, 
but  Liz  and  Mike  did  all  the  choosing." 

Except  for  the  dining  room  chairs  and 
the  bleached  cork  coffee  table,  all  the 
furniture  pieces  in  the  house  were  made 
to  order.  The  teakwood  dining  table,  the 
tall  breakfront,  the  ingenious  bar  with 
built-in  television,  all  of  these  are  the 
handiwork  of  a  California  craftsman  named 
Dave  Edberg. 

As  you  well  know,  without  paintings, 
books,  and  art  objects  all  homes  lack  per- 
sonality. Liz'  lovenest  figuratively  reeks 
with  it.  This  is  understandable.  Her 
father,  Francis  Taylor,  is  an  eminent  art 
dealer,  a  close  friend  of  such  great  British 
artists  as  Augustus  John  and  Jacob  Ep- 
stein. Her  uncle  Howard  owns  the  Young 
Art  Galleries  in  New  York.  Her  kid 
brother  is  a  student  artist  on  the  G.I.  Bill, 
and  her  husband  Michael  once  made  his 


living  as  a  painter. 

With  that  sort  of  background,  you  sim- 
ply know  that  the  Wilding  house  is  going 
to  offer  the  tops  in  art. 

T  iz'  parents,  for  example,  gave  the  newly- 
L  weds  the  colorful  Masson  painting 
that  hangs  over  the  living  room  couch  as 
well  as  the  Benton  Scott  clowns  in  the 
dining  room.  Her  father  also  helped  them 
select  the  Augustus  John  oils  and  the 
Epstein  bronze  of  an  Hawaiian  girl  which 
they  keep  on  the  stone  ledge  by  the  fire- 
place. It  was  Liz  herself,  however,  who 
fell  in  love  with  and  bought  the  sixth 
century  Tang  horse  that  occupies  such 
a  vital  location  between  the  living  and 
dining  areas.  Then  for  the  light  artistic 
touch  the  Wildings  have  a  comic  impres- 
sion of  Liz  as  a  mother-to-be.  It  was 
painted  and  gifted  to  them  by  director 
Jean  Negulesco.  It  bears  the  inscription, 
"There's  never  enough  of  Liz." 

The  Wilding  house  with  furnishings  is 
worth  a  minimum  of  $150,000,  but  this 
fact  does  not  prevent  Liz  from  giving  all 
her  pets  free  run  of  the  place.  What  the 
dogs  and  cats  do  to  the  rugs  may  drive 
some  of  the  help  crazy,  but  Liz  doesn't 
care.  "A  house,"  she  says,  "is  meant  to  be 
lived  in,  not  to  be  shown." 

Mary,  the  Scotch  nana  who  looks  after 
little  Michael,  agrees  with  the  mistress  of 
the  house  but  insists  that  a  line  has  to  be 
drawn  somewhere.  Liz  likes  to  plunk  her 
baby  down  in  the  middle  of  her  tremen- 
dous bed  for  a  romp  with  her  four  cats. 

"I  don't  think  the  cats  will  hurt  the 
baby,"  Mary  says,  "but  you  should  see 
what  they  do  to  the  bedspread.  Shockin' 
it  tis.    Real  shockin'."  end 

(Liz  Taylor's  latest  MGM  film  is  Rhap- 
sody. Mike  Wilding  is  in  The  Scarlet 
Coat.) 


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Dinner  alone...again? 


{he  woman  to  blame 
may  be  YOURSELF! 

When  a   husband  starts  working  late, 

more  and  more  often,  a  wife  naturally 
tortures  herself  with  doubts.  Actually, 
though,  you  may  find  the  reason  for  his 
neglect  right  at  home!  Have  you  allowed 
yourself  to  grow  careless  about  intimate 
feminine  hygiene?  Well,  it's  not  too  late 
to  correct.  You  can  be  your  own  sweet, 
dainty  self  again  so  simply— so  effectively 
—by  douching  with  "Lysol."  It's  easier 
than  ever  today ! 

Gentler  "Lysol"  will  not  harm  delicate 
tissues.  This  proved  germicide,  used  in 
a  douche,  completely  cleanses  the  vagi- 
nal canal— even  in  the  presence  of  mu- 
cous matter.  It  kills  germ  life  quickly, 
on  contact.  Yet,  "Lysol"  is  designed  for 
freedom  from  caustic  or  irritant  action 
when  used  in  feminine  hygiene. 

You  need  never  again  be  guilty  of  offend- 
ing—even unknowingly— if  you  remember 
that  complete  internal  cleanliness  is  the 
way  to  counteract  unpleasant  odor. 
"Lysol"  does  this;  helps  keep  you  dainty! 

Get  "Lysol"  today,  at  your  drug  counter. 
Use  it  in  your  douche.  Be  sure  of  your- 
self—and secure  in  your  marriage! 

Treferrec/3fo/ 

over  any  other  liquid  preparation 
for  Feminine  Hygiene 


fiEG.U.S.PAT.OFF.^ 


In  1952,  after  long  scientific 
research,  the  formula  for 
"Lysol"  disinfectant  was  im- 
proved by  the  replacement 
of  most  of  its  cresylic  acid 
content  with  orthohydroxy- 
diphenyl. 

PRODUCT  OF  LEHN  &  FINK 


"You  can  live  only  on  the  surface  ...  or 
you  can  live  way  down  deep,  to  the  utmost.** 
That's  the  philosophy  Ann  Sheridan  shares 
with  you  in  this,  the  sixteenth  in  Modern 
Screen's  personality  series  written  by 
Hollywood's  top  name  stars. 


Take  my  word  for  it 


Best  way  to  shampoo  a  dog:  In  a  pool 


A  brisk  rub — and  Rover's  good  as  nezv 


Feeding  time  for  five  canines  is  hectic 


Ann's  never  too  pooped  for  a  smile 


by  ANN  SHERIDAN,  star  columnist  for  July 


REAL  ESTATE  PRICES  MUST  BE  GOING  UP  all  Over  or 

is  there  another  reason  why  dining  places  seem  to 
be  getting  smaller,  with  room  only  for  tiny  tables? 
If  you  want  to  eat  distractedly  just  order  a  full 
dinner  in  the  average  restaurant;  the  dishes  so 
overflow  the  table,  they  have  to  be  pyramided  up 
on  each  other.  Touch  at  your  food  with  your  fork 
and  the  plates  start  "sliding  apart,  including  always 
one  or  two  which  fall  right  off  on  the  floor.  When 
I  make  a  driving  trip  I  always  come  home  with  a 
feeling  that  the  brighter  the  neon  sign  over  a 
restaurant  the  duller  the  food  and  the  smaller  the 
table.  The  only  safe  thing  to  do  is  to  order  a 
hamburger — well  done — and  hold  it  in  your  hand. 

I  like  to  drive  because  it  helps  purge  all  my 
spleen.  I  talk  to  the  drivers  I  pass  if  they  don't 
do  what  I  think  they  should.  They  can't  hear  me, 
of  course.  I'm  really  talking  to  myself.  But  I  give 
full  vent  to  my  feelings  and  when  I  get  home  I  feel 
sweet  and  clean  inside,  and  strangely  content. 

I  TALK  TO  MYSELF  WHEN  I  DRIVE,    as  I  say,  but  I 

never  get  into  a  long  conversation  with  anyone 
else  in  my  car  as  women  are  apt  to  do.  I  think 
this  habit,  more  than  any  other,  is  the  reason 
women  are  considered  bad  drivers.  It  is  when  they 
are  chattering  away,  very  often  indulging  in  a 
gossipy  tid-bit,  that  they  run  afoul  of  nature's  old 
law  about  two  bodies  of  matter  being  unable  to 
occupy  the  same  point  in  space  at  the  same  time. 
Crash"! 

In  driving  through  the  United  States  one  comes 
to  repose  each  evening  on  the  hotel  or  motel  bed, 
and,  as  far  as  I  am  concerned,  this  over-advertised 
and  generally  spring-sprung  couch  is  vastly  over- 
rated. Oh,  they  are  soft,  all  right,  but  herein  lies 
their  functional  failure.  Every  orthopedist  I  know 
(and  a  cow  pony  falling  on  me  resulted  in  my  back 
becoming  an  interesting  case  for  a  lot  of  them)  has 
advised  that  for  proper  rest  a  firm  bed  is  far  better 
than  a  soft  one. 

FOR  YEARS  I  HAVE  SLEPT  on  a  bed  that  has  a 
wooden  board  separating  the  mattress  from  the  box 
springs  underneath.  Some  people  I  know  insist  on 
a  much  harder  bed;  they  use  hair  mattresses  on  a 
wooden  support  and  the  devil  with  any  springs. 
Today,  when  I  have"  to  sleep  in  the  average,  soft 
hotel  bed,  it  feels  mushy  and  terribly  uncomfortable. 
Generally  I  know  I  am  in  for  an  uncomfortable 
night.  The  theory  about  the  inadequacy  of  a  soft 
bed  is  a  simple  one.  When  you  lie  on  it  the  heavier 
parts  of  your  anatomy,  the  head,  shoulders,  hips, 
calves,  heels,  dig  holes  for  themselves.  Since  one 
keeps  moving  while  sleeping,  the  body  spends  a  good 


deal  of  the  night  climbing  out  of  these  de- 
pressions. By  morning  you  practically  have 
scaled  a  mountain.  On  a  hard  bed  it  is  possi- 
ble to  roll  from  side  to  side  easily. 

That  horse  which  fell  on  me  was  a  mare, 
by  the  way,  and,  strange  to  say,  I  always 
remember  her  gratefully.  Horses  are  not  sup- 
posed to  have  any  sense  but  this  one  showed 
great  consideration,  I  feel.  The  fall  came  be 
cause  I  accidentally  pulled  her  the  wrong  way 
while  we  were  riding  along  a  hill.  In  her 
almost  mechanical  obedience  to  the  signal 
on  the  rein  she  was  thrown  off  balance.  She 
landed  partly  on  me  on  the  uphill  side,  but 
even  in  that  instant  I  felt  her  fighting  to  roll 
off.  She  could  easily  have  rolled  over  me 
down  hill  and  badly  crushed  me  .  .  .  but,  as  if 
instinctively  sensing  this,  she  went  the  other 
way  and  scrambled  off  on  the  uphill  side.  That 
was  back  in  193S.  When  I  pull  a  horse's  reins 
today  I  check  and  double-check  to  make  sure 
that  what  I  want  the  horse  to  do  agrees  with 
the  law  of  gravity ! 

IT'S  PROBABLY  A  WILD  IDEA  but  I  can't  help 
wondering  whether  part  of  the  passport  exam- 
ination of  any  Ameircan  should  be  a  quiz  on 
his  manners.  I'd  certainly  vote  for  it. 

When  Diana  Lynn  talked  about  the  con- 
duct of  Americans  abroad  in  this  column  sev- 
eral months  ago  she  said  something  which  I 
endorse  completely.  I  came  back  from  Mexico 
not  ldng  ago  and  during  my  stay  there  I  like 
Diana,  was  not  proud  of  being  American. 
There  were  too  many  other  Americans  there 
representing  their  country  on  a  very  low 
level;  they  were  intolerant,  loud  to  the  point 
of  raucousness  and  all-demanding.  Their  ef- 
forts to  appreciate  the  beauty  that  exists  in 
Mexico,  even  if  it  is  often  framed  against  a 
background  of  poverty,  was  nil.  Their  eager- 
ness to  point  out  the  deficiencies  of  Mexican 
life  was,  on  the  other  hand,  offensively  obvious. 

I  don't  know  what  hits  too  many  Americans 
when  they  get  to  Mexico;  they  think  and  act 
as  if  they  were  members  of  a  musical  comedy 
cast.  Entirely  oblivious  of  the  fact  that  they 
are  being  watched  by  the  citizens  of  the  coun- 
try they  are  insulting,  they  are  seized  with  the 
impulse  to  don  a  sombrero,  throw  a  serape 
over  their  shoulders,  and  caper  around  with 
exaggerated  Latin  gestures  for  the  entertain- 
ment of  their  friends.  What  the  Mexicans 
must  think  as  they  watch  the  behavior  of 
these  "Touristas"  I  don't  know,  but  I  imagine 


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Photograph  by  Mark  Shaw,  courtesy  of  MADEMOISELLE. 


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Nothing  to  mix  or  fix 
"It's  simpler  than 
setting:  your  hair!" 


LIGHT  AND  BRIGHT  by  Richard  Hudnut  is  the  newest  cosmetic  gift  to  blondes, 
brownettes,  redheads,  with  dull  or  lifeless  looking  hair.  It's  an  entirely  different 
kind  of  home  hair  lightener,  a  cosmetic  really,  that,  gives  you  natural-looking  color 
that  won't  wash  out  because  it  brings  out  the  lightness  inherent  in  your  hair.  Not 
a  dye,  or  rinse,  it's  a  simple,  single  solution  you  apply  directly  to  your  hair  to 
lighten  and  brighten  a  little  or  a  lot  depending  on  how  many  times  you  use  it. 
And  it's  so  easy  to  use.  No  mixing,  timing  or  shampooing.  So  safe,  too.  Light  and 
Bright  contains  no  ammonia  and  the  color  change  is  gradual  because  you  yourself 
decide  how  many  applications  to  have.  At  all  cosmetic  counters,  l-soPLUSTAX. 


RICHARD  HUDNUT  of  Fifth  Avenue 


79 


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Take  my  word  for  it 


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that  they  are  puzzled  hy  the  contrast  between 
such  inherent  bad  taste  and  the  greatness  of 
our  country. 

MEXICO  IS  A  LAND  OF  FLOWERS,     and    SO  is 

Southern  California — when  you  water  it  well. 
I  have  all  varieties  of  flowers  around  my  home 
in  the  San  Fernando  Valley  but  my  favorites, 
lilacs,  disappoint  me  because  with  all  their 
beauty  there  is  none  of  the  fragrance  of  eastern 
lilacs.  I  am  now  considering  a  drastic  treat- 
ment advised  by  a  nurseryman.  He  tells  me 
to  dig  a  deep  trench  around  the  roots  of  the 
bush,  fill  it  with  solid  ice,  and  cover  it  up.  As 
the  roots  freeze  there  is  brought  on  the  neces- 
sary state  of  dormancy  which,  curiously 
enough,  later  results  in  stimulation  of  the 
lilac's  natural  sweet  smell.  Isn't  it  funny  .  .  . 
you  have  to  darn  near  kill  the  plant  to  awaken 
it  to  its  fullest  life ! 

Still  curiously  ...  I  should  go  to  such 
trouble  to  make  a  lilac  smell  like  a  lilac  when 
I  don't  even  bother  to  glamorize  myself  in 
this  manner !  I  mean,  I  rarely  use  perfume. 
I  have  perfume,  love  to  have  it  around,  but 
keep  forgetting  to  wear  any.  It  just  doesn't 
seem  to  mean  enough  to  me.  I  do  like 
scented  soaps,  but  this  I  regard  as  a -pleasant 
feature  of  the  department  of  cleaning  up. 

IT'S  FUNNY,  WHEN  I  WAS  17  and  probably 
needed  nothing  in  the  way  of  beauty  aids  my 
life  was  quite  complicated  with  them.  In 
time,  as  you  see,  the  whole  process  of  looking 
glamorous  has  simplified  itself  down  to  one 
important  ingredient — soap.  (Outside  of  ordi- 
nary make-up  of  course.)  There's  a  moral  in 
this  somewhere.  Maybe  it  is  that  once  you 
have  cleansed  the  surface  and  permitted  the 
inner  quality  to  shine  through  .  .  .  you  can 
do  no  more  (provided  you  work  on  that  inner 
quality !). 

You  change.  At  17,  when  I  first  came  to 
Hollywood,  life  was  something  you  lived 
gaily.  This  was  a  lovely  attitude  which  I 
didn't  keep  too  long.  Responsibilities  cropped 
up  and  1  settled  down  to  the  serious  business 
of  living.  Various  happenings  influenced  the 
change.  There  was  a  period  of  a  year  and  a 
half  when  my  education  along  this  line  was 
most  intense — I  was  out  of  work  the  whole 
period.  There's  nothing  gay  about  facing  the 
future  with  $1.38  in  the  bank.  I  think  I  got 
started  on  the  simple  and  uncluttered  life 
about  this  time.  I  developed  a  great  respect 
for  such  necessities  as  eating  and  sleeping,  and 
a  corresponding  indifference  for  fancy  fripper- 
ies. In  time  I  couldn't  help  but  apply  this 
criterion  to  people;  in  a  friend  I  seek  heart 
more  than  brilliance,  beauty,  or  position  .  .  . 
only  the  heart  is  dependable. 

ALL  I  KNEW  WHEN   I   CAME   TO  HOLLYWOOD 

is  that  which  a  17-year-old  girl  learns  in  a 
small  southern  town — what  to  do  till  the  mini- 
ster comes.  My  mother  made  her  girls  (we 
were  four)  study  our  cooking,  do  kitchen 
stints,  she  gave  us  sewing,  quilting,  crochet- 
ing and  etiquette  lessons,  she  lectured  us  on 
young  ladyship  generally,  and  she  would  not 
permit  us  to  smoke  or  drink.  We  accepted  all 
the  facts  she  gave  us  but  not  all  of  her  the- 
ories. We  cooked  and  cleaned  and  sewed  her 
way  but  we  talked  to  boys  our  way.  We  also, 
all  four  of  us,  smoked,  but  in  secret.  She  found 
out,  of  course,  about  our  attitude  to  boys  as 


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well  as  our  smoking,  but  on  the  whole  she 
must  have  figured  she  was  hitting  &  pretty 
good  average  in  bringing  us  up  properly. 

When  we  grew  up  we  weren't  made  to  her 
order,  yet,  I  felt,  she  was  pretty  satisfied  with 
us.  Our  father,  who  wasn't  half  as  aware  as 
mother  about  our  minor  sins,  was  proud  of  us. 
When  I  made  him  a  pecan  pie  he  acted  as  if  I 
was  just  about  the  best  cook  in  the  world; 
mother,  knowing  the  dozens  of  things  I  couldn't 
prepare,  couldn't  be  so  all-out  in  her  admira- 
tion. I  guess  this  is  just  about  the  way  it 
should  be.  I  needed  my  father's  pride  in  me 
to  give  me  confidence  and  I  needed  my  moth- 
er's more  accurate  appraisal  to  forestall  my 
having  any  illusions  about  myself. 

WHEN  I  SEE  A  WOMAN  WHO  IS  UNREALISTIC 
ABOUT  HERSELF  (say  one  who  wears  slacks 
even  though  they  make  her  look  like  a  stuffed 
laundry  bag  with  legs)  I  am  very  grateful 
not  only  for  having  had  a  mother  who  pointed 
out  truths  to  us,  but  also  for  being  one  of  four 
sisters  who  always  pointed  out  anything  moth- 
er overlooked.  So  there  was  little  danger  that 
I  would  grow  up  to  be  &  girl  who  leans  to 
baby  talk,  or  sticks  to  her  curls,  or  waves  her 
hands  about  helplessly  in  the  hope  that  men 
will  recognize  that  she  is  just  a  clinging  doll 
who  needs  their  strong,  male  protection.  It 
was  just  as  well — it's  hard  to  run  into  fellows 
who  will  keep  on  thinking  you're  a  doll  from 
17  to  70.  Inevitably  they  wake  up  to  the 
truth  .  .  .  and  this  is  very  tough  on  dolls. 

Before  I  get  too  far  away  from  the  mention 
of  slacks,  hitherto  made,  I  might  say  I  am  not 
against  slacks  per  se,  as  the  lawyers  put  it, 
or  informal  wear  generally.  Yet  I  do  think  a 
woman  should  dress  up  more  when  the  oppor- 
tunity presents  itself,  and  that  even  a  shopping 
trip  downtown  should  be  counted  such  an 
opportunity.  There  are  certain  smart  women 
in  Hollywood  who  have  awakened  to  the  fact 
that  the  careless  habits  of  the  local  femininity 
give  them  an  unusual  advantage  and  they  have 
seized  upon  it.  They  are  not  loath  about 
putting  on  a  tailored  dress,  hat,  and  even 
gloves  when  they  go  out,  and  the  result  is 
that  they  stand  out  from  the  other,  less  care- 
fully outfitted  girls. 

IN  A  SENSE,  A  SMART,  WELL  GROOMED  GIRL 

is  a  compliment  to  every  man  who  sees  her 
and  the  men  appreciate  it;  a  carelessly  dressed 
girl  is  making  light  of  both  herself  and  them. 
And  they  know  that,  too.  This,  incidentally, 
is  one  theory  of  my  mother's  which  I  fluffed 
off  when  I  was  younger,  but  to  which  I  have 
returned  with  the  conviction  that  she  was  so 
right. 

FEMININITY  IS  A  GIFT  as  life  is  a  gift;  being 
alive  you  can  either  just  live,  or  live  to  the 
utmost;  being  a  woman  you  can  be  either 
dully  conscious  of  it  or  make  it  a  worthwhile 
experience.   Can  there  possibly  be  a  choice? 

Reading  over  all  this  advice  makes  me  wish 
that  once  again  I  was  just  a  "lil  ole  Texas  gal," 
just  starting  out  on  her  career.  I  do  believe 
I  might  take  some  of  this  advice  to  heart! 


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hair,  prevents  dryness  and  split  ends,  frizziness  after  a  permanent. 
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the  gay  divorcee 


(Continued  from  page  29)  Rojas.  Both 
Robertson  and  Ray  have  vehemently  -  de- 
nied any  romance  with  Rita.  Aldo  is  en- 
gaged to  marry  Jeff  Donnell  when  her 
divorce  becomes  final  this  fall,  and  such 
rumors  are  therefore  undesirable,  to  say 
the  least.  They  began  when  a  female  col- 
umnist prmted  news  to  the  effect  that  the 
Aldo  Ray- Jeff  Donnell  romance  had  blown 
sky  high,  and  all  because  of  a  girl  whose 
initials  were  R.  H.  Inasmuch  as  Rita  was 
then  co-starring  with  Aldo  in  Miss  Sadie 
Thompson,  the  busier  brains  in  town 
jumped  to  conclusions.  The  studio  also 
jumped,  and  the  next  day  the  columnist 
added,  'And  I  don't  mean  Rita  Hayworth  " 
People  remembered  that  Aldo  had  hung 
around  the  set  of  Affair  In  Trinidad,  Rita's 
first  picture  after  she  left  Aly  Khan,  and 
that  he  had  said  he  would  like  to  make  a 
picture  with  her.  He  was  a  novice  at  the 
time  and  people  thought  him  presump- 
tuous to  make  such  a  statement.  It  turned 
out  however,  with  Miss  Sadie  Thompson, 
that  Aldo  got  his  wish,  and  during  the 
picture's  filming  he  and  Rita  naturally 
lunched  together.  The  rumor  boiled,  the' 
studio  dampened  it  with  denials,  and  al- 
though it  simmered  down  to  the  opinion 
that  the  name-linking  was  all  a  publicity 
stunt,  Hollywood  still  kept  its  tongue  in 
its  cheek. 

T\  ale  Robertson  was  even  angrier  than 
Aldo.  No  one  knows  where  it  started, 
but  the  talk  around  town  was  that  Dale 
and  Rita  had  found  each  other.  It  was 
printed  that  they  attended  a  private  party 
together,  and  inasmuch  as  Dale  at  the  time 
was  reconciling  with  his  wife  following 
then  separation,  he  blew  his  stack.  He  told 
Hedda  Hopper  that  he  wished  the  col- 
umnists would  leave  him  alone,  and  he 
denied  that  he  had  ever  met  Rita.  The  best 
Hollywood  could  do  was  take  his  word  for 
it. 

This  leaves  Manuel  Rojas  and  Dick 
Haymes,  concerning  whom  there  are  no 
denials.  Last  spring  when  Rita  and  Dick 
were  both  in  New  York,  they  were  seen 
together  everywhere  and  returned  within 
one  week  of  each  other  to  Hollywood, 
where  they  resumed  their  alliance. 
Haymes  is  still  married  to  Nora  Eddington 
Flynn,  but  reportedly  they  have  once 
more  agreed  to  disagree.  It  is  rumored  that 
Nora  is  seeing  Nicky  Hilton,  Liz  Taylor's 
ex,  and  the  romantic  flings  of  each  don't 
seem  to  annoy  the  other.  It  may  be  a  situa- 
tion where  they  temporarily  are  going 
their  separate  ways,  during  which  time 
they  will  decide  if  it  is  wise,  or  at  least 


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inevitable,  to  suffer  through  a  formal 
divorce. 

Rita  and  Dick  have  been  seen  at  Holiday 
House  and  Fracati's,  both  famous  restau- 
rants, and  also  at  Santa  Ynez  Inn,  a 
pleasant  place  situated  near  the  Pacific 
where  one  may  wine,  dine,  swim  or  spend 
a  weekend.  It  is  one  of  Rita's  favorite 
haunts,  and  one  which  has  romantic  mem- 
ories for  her.  About  five  years  ago,  some- 
where between  the  divorce  from  Orson 
Welles  and  her  marriage  to  Aly  Khan, 
Rita's  romance  was  an  Australian  actor, 
and  they  spent  a  few  idyllic  days  together 
at  the  inn.  He  had  a  room  in  one  wing  and 
she  a  suite  in  the  other,  and  each  morning 
they  met  for  breakfast  and  spun  out  long, 
lazy  days  together.  It  was  a  quiet  sojourn 
that  went  almost  unnoticed,  and  those  who 
do  know  about  it  say  that  it  ended  with 
a  broken  heart  for  the  Australian.  Evi- 
dently he  was  given  to  understand  quite 
suddenly  that  it  was  all  over,  and  was  so 
disturbed  that  he  left  the  inn  immediately, 
without  his  luggage,  for  the  nearest  air- 
port. It  was  only  through  neat  detective 
work  that  his  plane  and  destination  were 
learned,  and  his  luggage  delivered  to  him 
before  the  takeoff.  This  was  an  experience 
typical  of  Rita's  almost  mythical  affect 
on  men,  and  of  her  sudden  changes  of 
heart. 

Manuel  Rojas  reportedly  is  slated  for  the 
same  fate.  Rojas,  to  the  best  of  anyone's 
information,  is  26  years  old  and  comes  from 
a  highly  placed  and  well-moneyed  Chilean 
|  family.  He  came  to  California  last  sura- 
I  mer,  playing  polo  with  an  Argentinian 
;  team  part  of  the  time,  and  also  dabbling 
in  work  for  the  Chilean  embassy.  Ac- 
j  cording  to  rumor,  the  rest  of  his  time 
was  taken  up  in  the  pursuit  of  lovely 
ladies.  Rocky  Cooper  was  among  the  first, 
and  town  talk  had  it  that  this  was  building 
into  a  big  romance  when  Manuel  met  Rita 
at  the  Cooper  house  and  suddenly  switched 
allegiance.  Not  long  after  he  found  himself 
out  in  the  cold  when  Rita  took  off  to 
Europe  once  more  to  try  for  a  reconcilia- 
tion with  Aly  Khan.  Rojas  became  engaged 
to  an  American  oil  heiress,  which  lasted 
only  until  Rita  returned  to  America,  and 
Manuel  was  her  escort  at  the  party  she 
gave  the  night  before  leaving  for  Reno  to 
pick  up  her  divorce.  The  oil  heiress  sent 
back  her  ring  to  Rojas,  who  was  still  so 
much  in  Rita's  favor  that  he  met  her  when 
she  returned  in  March  from  publicizing 
Salome  in  New  York.  As  this  is  being 
written  Rita  is  seen  almost  exclusively  with 
Dick  Haymes,  and  Hollywood  expects  that 
Rojas  will  soon  get  his  walking  papers.  It 
is  said  that  Rita  feels  he  is  a  social 
climber,  yet  on  the  other  hand  it  is  under- 
stood that  his  family  in  Chile  is  highly  8: 


r 


displeased  by  his  wanderings  with  women. 
It  is  strange  that  such  a  highly  educated 
young  man  should  be  considered  to  be 
social  climbing  in  Hollywood,  yet  Holly- 
wood has  a  ladder  all  its  own. 

It  may  be  that  Manuel  will  get  no  notice, 
as  happened  in  the  case  of  Victor  Ma- 
ture.'irhat  was  back  in  the  days  during 
the  war  when  Mature,  in  the  uniform  of 
the  United  States  Coast  Guard,  had  taken 
off  into  the  North  Atlantic,  along  with  a 
few  thousand  other  new  sailors.  He 
wasn't  sure  of  his  destination  or  of  his 
chances  of  returning  alive,  but  he  was 
sure  that  Rita  loved  him.  About  this  time 
Rita  announced  her  engagement  to  Orson 
Welles,  and  Mature,  in  the  middle  of  the. 
big  briny,  caught  the  rumor  as  it  spread 
from  ship  to  ship,  then  had  to  wait  until 
he  reached  land  to  put  in  a  phone  call  for 
confirmation.  He  wasn't  at  home  to  settle 
the  matter,  but  a  pal  of  his  who  was  ap- 
pearing in  the  same  show  that  billed  Rita 
being  sawed  in  half  by  Orson  in  his  magic 
act,  did  the  honors  for  Vic.  Mr.  Welles 
was  punched  squarely  in  the  nose. 

Orson  was  perhaps  the  most  battered  of 
Rita's  romeos,  but  to  atone  for  it,  he  was 
also  one  of  the  probable  two  great  loves 
of  her  life.  Theirs  was  a  stormy  romance 
and  even  stormier  marriage.  For  a  long 
time  Welles  had  made  a  point  of  seeing 
every  Hay  worth  movie;  he  thought  her 
face  was  the  most  beautiful  he  had  ever 
seen.  When  she  joined  his  magic  act  Rita 
fell  madly  in  love  with  him,  and  the  story 
goes  that  she  felt  life  wasn't  worth  living 
unless  he  married  her.  They  were  married 
in  September,  1943,  four  months  after  Rita's 
divorce  from  her  first  husband,  Edward 
Judson,  had  become  final.  She  and  Welles 
squabbled  continuously,  making  all  kinds 
of  headlines  including  funny  ones,  such  as 
the  time  when  Rita  had  refused  to  see 
Orson  and  he  retaliated  by  waddling  up 
a  ladder  to  her  apartment  window.  There 
was  a  definite  split  and  then  a  reconcilia- 
tion during  which  they  went  to  Mexico 
to  "start  over  again."  They  honestly  tried 
to  make  a  go  of  it,  but  Rita  finally  sur- 
rendered to  the  inevitable  and  made  her 
only  statement  to  date  regarding  a  divorce 
— "I  can't  stay  married  to  a  genius." 

During  the  four  years  of  their  marriage, 
Welles  wrought  one  great  change  in  Rita. 
She  became  accustomed  to  an  intelligent 
man,  and  found  such  to  her  liking.  This 
was  undoubtedly  responsible  for  the  at- 
traction felt  by  her  for  Aly  Khan,  and  the 
reason  that  between  Welles  and  Aly,  she 
did  not  choose  to  go  back  to  any  of  her 
previous  suitors.  There  had  been  a  fling 
with  Tony  Martin  soon  after  her  divorce 
from  Judson  and  when  following  her  di- 
vorce from  Welles  someone  mentioned 
Martin,  Rita  is  reported  to  have  said  that 
she  was  no  longer  interested.  She  had 
become  more  selective,  and  inasmuch  as 
there  isn't  an  Orson  Welles  to  be  met 
every  day  in  the  week,  Rita  went  through 
a  period  of  depression  in  general,  and  was 
depressed  about  men  in  particular. 

The  man  who  lifted  her  out  of  these 
doldrums  was  a  publicity-shy  producer, 
who  squired  her  around  Hollywood  and 
Palm  Springs,  but  the  healing  of  her 
heart  didn't  last  long.  The  affair  broke  up 
after  a  few  short  months,  this  time  leaving 
Rita  disillusioned  and  really  ill.  She  took 
off  on  her  first  trip  to  Europe,  and  in  Paris 
went  into  a  hospital  for  surgery.  Her  pro- 
ducer is  said  to  have  telephoned  her  often 
and  to  have  worried  enough  to  contact 
leading  French  doctors  with  admonitions 
to  take  good  care  of  Miss  Hayworth,  but 
Rita,  tired  and  dispirited,  told  herself  that 
this  was  just  one  more  romance  that  was 
finished,  kaput. 

Rita  chose  the  south  of  France  to  re- 
cuperate and  it  was  here  she  met  Aly 
82  Khan.  There  are  some  who  ^~_r  Rita  has 


never  given  herself  time  enough  to  get 
over  her  respective  romances,  but  this  case 
was  not  one  of  rebound.  Aly  Khan  was 
Rita's  second  great  love,  and  it  is  unfor- 
tunate that  while  he  filled  the  bill  con- 
cerning charm  and  intelligence,  he  did  not 
fulfill  the  standards  set  by  an  American 
girl  for  a  husband.  The  commotion  of  their 
courtship  and  the  violence  of  their  mar- 
riage made  headlines  the  world  over.  They 
were  married  in  Vallauris,  France,  in  the 
spring  of  1949,  and  just  two  years  later 
Rita  walked  out  on  him,  bringing  her  chil- 
dren back  to  the  United  States.  Columbia 
Studio  had  Affair  In  Trinidad  waiting  for 
her,  and  Hollywood  had  a  batch  of  bach- 
elors doing  the  same  thing. 

Peter  Lawford  has  always  had  a  nose  for 
publicity,  and  few  of  his  ladyloves  have 
escaped  the  glare  of  the  spotlight  when  he 
escorted  them  to  a  shindig.  In  the  instance 
of  Rita  Hayworth,  however,  Pete  went 
about  it  in  comparative  quiet.  It  is  said 
that  he  was  the  first  man  Rita  phoned 
on  her  return  to  Hollywood,  and  he  con- 
tinued to  date  her  in  an  interwoven  fashion 
between  all  the  others  who  followed.  When 
Rita  first  returned  to  town  she  lived  in 
a  bungalow  at  the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel,  and 
although  she  insisted  she  was  interested 
only  in  her  career  and  her  children,  her 


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dates  included,  in  addition  to  Lawford,  Cy 
Howard,  Jackson  Leighter,  Benny  Holtz- 
man  and  Charles  Feldman.  Feldman  is  a 
well  known,  well-heeled  agent  around 
town  who  has  known  Rita  for  many  years. 
During  their  marriage,  she  and  Orson  used 
to  spend  many  evenings  in  the  company  of 
Feldman  and  his  wife,  but  at  the  time 
Rita  returned  from  Europe  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Feldman  were  separated.  As  her  agent,  he 
necessarily  spent  a  good  deal  of  time  with 
Rita,  but  nevertheless  it  was  rumored  to 
be  pleasure  as  well  as  business. 

In  the  spring  of  1952  Rita  moved  from 
the  hotel  to  a  home  in  Beverly  Hills,  a 
house  that  saw  a  lot  of  Feldman  and  also  of 
Gilbert  Roland.  Roland  also  had  known 
Rita  for  a  long  time  and  their  friendship 
is  easily  resumed  at  any  time.  She  invited 
him  to  dinner  several  nights  and  eventu- 
ally it  was  rumored  they  were  engaged,  a 
supposition  which  Roland  promptly  de- 
nied. He  told  a  friend,  "I'm  very  fond  of 
Rita.  We  have  mutual  backgrounds,  both 
being  Spanish.  We  love  Mexico  and  the 
bull  fights  and  all  that,  and  I  am  a  staunch 
admirer,  but  we  have  never  discussed 
marriage."  It  was  Roland  who  defended 
Rita  when  the  press  attacked  her  for  com- 
ing back  from  Europe  with  a  British  accent. 
In  point  of  fact,  he  telephoned  columnists, 
"She's  an  actress — if  she  wants  to  have 
an  accent,  let  her." 

By  July  of  that  same  summer,  Rita  was 
dating  Kirk  Douglas.  It  was  a  short  whirl, 
the  first  two  dates  promising  Hollywood 
another  big  romance,  but  something  hap- 


pened on  the  third  date  that  precluded  1 
a  fourth.  Rita  seemed  not  to  care,  and  I 
three  days  before  Aly  Khan  arrived  in  1 
Hollywood  to  talk  things  over,  Rita  had  a  | 
date  with  Richard  Greene. 

Aly's   return   put   a   damper   on   the  i 
merry-go-round.  During  his  visit  here  in  { 
August,  the  only  question  was  would  she  I 
or  would  she  not  divorce  him.  She  had  I 
established  residence  in  Reno  the  pre-  j 
ceding  summer  and  could  pick  up  the  j 
papers  whenever  she  wished.  The  upshot 
of  it,  of  course,  was  that  Rita  went  back 
with  Aly  to  try  once  more.  As  the  world 
knows,  it  didn't  work  out  and  one  day  she 
abruptly  left  him  in  Paris  and  went  to 
Spain.  The  minute  this  news  hit  Hollywood 
several  hearts  thumped  a  little  faster,  and 
one  Bob  Savage  even  took  off  in  a  plane 
for  Europe  to   seek  out  Rita,  although 
nothing  ever  came  of  it.  In  Spain  she  was 
met  at  the  airport  by  Spanish  Count  Jose 
Maria  Villa  Padierna,  and  for  the  next 
two  months  was  seen  all  over  Madrid  with 
him.  Tongues  wagged  that  this  was  a  new 
romance,  and  again  denials  were  scattered 
by  both  parties.  Back  in  New  York  in  De- 
cember, Rita  was  reported  waiting  to  wel- 
come the  Count  to  America,  and  in  the 
interim    dining    with    producer  Ramon 
Hakim.  And  Hollywood  began  to  bounce 
happily  once  more — Rita  was  obviously 
getting  back  in  her  old  form  and  could 
once  more  be  depended  upon  for  head- 
lines— this  time  at  home. 

Since  then  she  has  been  living  up  to 
expectations,  keeping  the  town  guessing 
about  her  current  dates.  Since  then  she 
has  also  been  disappointed  in  her  attempt 
to  get  a  trust  fund  set  up  by  Aly  for  their 
daughter  Yasmin.  She  picked  up  her  di- 
vorce in  January,  and  in  April  the  Reno 
court  ruled  that  Aly  must  pay  an  annual; 
sum  of  $48,000  for  Yasmin's  support.  This 
has  little  effect  as  Aly  must  be  in  the 
state  of  Nevada  in  order  for  the  ruling  to; 
have  any  validity.  However,  it  was  been 
alleged  that  Rita's  balding  ex-husband  has 
settled  $1,000,000  on  his  daughter.  True  or 
not,  dearth  of  money  will  never  be  one  of 
Rita's  worries  as  her  career  has  zoomed 
rather  than  suffered  from  her  recent  screen 
absences.  She  has  bought  a  new  home  in 
Brentwood  and  settled  her  two  daughters 
there  while  she  continues  to  pursue  her 
career. 

At  this  writing  Rita  has  left  for  Hono- 
lulu, where  the  finish  of  Miss  Sadie 
Thompson  will  be  filmed.  Her  leading  man 
in  the  picture  is  Aldo  Ray,  a  young  man 
of  the  earthy  type  sometimes  preferred 
by  Rita,  but  people  are  wondering,  if, 
reports  are  true  that  this  coupling  is 
merely  a  publicity  gimmick,  who  will  he, 
Rita's  romance  during  the  island  sojourn. 
From  Here  To  Eternity  is  also  being  filmed 
in  Hawaii,  and  gossips  have  run  their 
fingers  down  the  list  of  men  in  the  cast 
of  this  movie.  They  shake  their  heads  at 
Burt  Lancaster  and  again  at  Montgomery 
Clift,  but  they  stop  when  they  come  to  the 
name  of  Jose  Ferrer.  There,  they  say,  is  a  | 
likely  prospect.  A  brain,  and  charm,  and  ! 
Cuban  to  boot,  and  they  wonder  if  Rose-j 
mary  Clooney  has  thought  of  the  same 
thing. 

Sirens  may  come  and  sirens  may  go,  but 
they  have  to  go  far  to  outdo  Rita,  who 
at  35,  and  18  years  after  her  first  film  still 
can  turn  on  the  type  of  glamor  that  en- 
chants man.  She  proves  that  it  takes  more 
than  beauty  to  be  a  real  charmer,  for  there 
are  many  in  Hollywood  who  are  perhaps 
as  beautiful,  but  can't  hold  a  candle  tci 
Hayworth.  They  can  talk  all  they  want  to 
about  other  beauties,  but  a  lot  of  them 
spend  a  lot  of  lonely  evenings  at  home. 
Not  Miss  Hayworth,  unless  of  course  she 
wants  to,  and  that,  Hollywood  says  in  high 
good  humor,  would  be  a  very  rare  evening 
indeed.  END 


m  his  own 


Continued  from  page  37)    and  walked 
ough  the   living  room,  an  enormous 
ctangle  30  feet  wide  and  50  feet  long, 
to  answer  the  knocking  on  the  front  door. 

Lanza  pulled  the  door  back  and  there 
standing  in  front  of  him,  his  face  ashen 
white,  was  Bob  Kopp,  Mario's  lawyer.  "I 
guess  you've  read  the  papers,"  he  said. 

In  that  one  moment  Mario  realized  that 
what  his  mother-in-law  had  told  him  was 
true.  Unbeknown  to  him,  the  studio  had 
released  the  news  that  it  no  longer  wanted 
his  services. 

Mario's  first  reaction  was  one  of  im- 
potent rage.  He  raved  and  ranted.  For  a 
week  he  had  given  a  lengthy  legal  dis- 
position to  Loeb  &  Loeb,  the  MGM  law- 
yers. For  a  month  his  own  lawyers  and 
his  own  agent,  MCA,  had  been  negotiating 
in  great  friendliness  with  the  studio.  Mario, 
in  fact,  had  previously  signed  a  letter  which 
said  in  part,  "I  shall  report  at  the  time 
■  specified  and  I  shall  perform  all  duties 
required  of  me.  .  .  ." 

In  writing  he  had  given  his  word  that 
the  studio  would  have  no  more  difficulty 
with  him.  All  he  wanted  to  do  was  to  com- 
plete The  Student  Prince.  After  all  hadn't 
he  spoken  to  Eddie  Mannix,  the  studio's 

•  general  manager?  Hadn't  Mannix  taken 
his  hand,  clasped  it  firmly  and  said,  "Let's 
let  bygones  be  bygones?" 

If  the  studio  hadn't  wanted  him  for  the 
.  part,  why  all  these  involved,  prolonged 
negotiations?  Mario  couldn't  understand 
it.  He  still  can't.  If  you  have  it  in  your 
mind  to  fire  an  employee,  why  discuss  with 
him  his  return  to  your  employment? 

ATario's  lawyers  insisted  upon  phoning 
1TX  jong  distance  to  Nicholas  Schenck, 
chief  of  Loew's,  Inc.,  in  New  York,  the 

:    corporation  which  controls  MGM. 

In  essence  they  told  Schenck  this:  That 

;  Mario  Lanza  had  stated  in  writing  his 
willingness  to  complete  The  Student  Prince 
under  any  conditions  at  any  time. 

Schenck  said  that  Dore  Schary  was  run- 
ning the  studio  from  Hollywood,  that  he 
could  not  intervene,  that  he  could  not  dis- 
rupt his  organization  by  countermanding 

i  an  order,  that  if  Schary  wanted  to  fire 
Lanza  he  probably  had  just  and  sufficient 

-   cause,  and  that  was  all  there  was  to  it. 

;  Lanza  hadn't  been  an  angel.  He  had  cost 
the  studio  thousands  of  dollars.  He  had 
been  edgy  and  temperamental.  He  had 
loused  up  work  schedules.  He  had  an- 

:  tagonized  fellow  employees.  True,  he  had 

;  earned  some  S20,000,000  to  S30, 000,000  for 

:  Loew's,  but  Schary  was  in  charge  of  pro- 
duction, and  if  he  wanted  to  make  The 

i  Student  Prince  with  Vic  Damone  and  Jane 
Powell  instead  of  with  Mario  Lanza  and 
Ann  Blyth,  if  he  wanted  to  get  Lanza  out 
of  his  hair  once  and  for  all,  he,  Nick 
Schenck,  would  have  to  go  along  with  him. 

By  last  August  MGM  was  pretty  well  fed 
up  with  the  Lanza  antics.  Mario  had  carried 
on  in  the  most  astounding  manner.  To  as- 

•  tound  Hollywood  a  star  really  has  to  be 
unique,  because  over  the  years,  its  popu- 
lation has  numbered  some  pretty  wacky 
characters — but  never  in  the  history  of  mo- 
tion pictures  has  there  been  anyone  to 
equal  Lanza. 

For  example,  he  once  hobbled  into  Dore 
Schary's  office,  broke  a  cane  over  Schary's 

•  desk,  and  threatened  to  throw  the  execu- 
tive out  of  the  window.  Schary,  who  is  the 

i  kindest,  most  thoughtful  and  the  most 
\  reasonable  of  all  the  executives  in  Holly- 
wood  thought  for  a  minute  that  Mario 
was  joking.  But  Mario  wasn't.  He  was 
deadly  earnest.  He  had  been  bawled  out 
because  of  his  personal  habits  on  the 
sound  stage  and  he  was  furious.  In  lan- 
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that,  "If  it's  anything  important  he'll  tell  me  about  it." 

Experience  has  taught  her  to  be  eternally  prepared  for  the  unexpected. 

"When  Tyrone  was  a  boy,"  says  Patia,  "I  could  always  be  sure  of  finding 
him  where  I  didn't  expect  him  to  be." 

Typical  was  her  experience  of  being  ushered  to  a  seat  in  a  movie  theater 
one  night  by  Tyrone  when  she  had  been  sure  he  was  at  home  in  bed. 
Without  a  flicker  of  recognition  he  seated  her  and,  with  a  Sir  Walter  Raleigh 
flourish,  said,  "I  trust  these  seats  will  be  satisfactory,  madam." 

"Polite  boy,"  remarked  the  woman  with  her. 

"Yes,  very,"  Patia  replied,  biting  her  lip. 

Patia  is  as  quick  to  criticise  as  she  is  to  applaud  Tyrone's  performance 
in  a  picture  or  play  for  she  herself  was  an  actress  and  Tyrone's  first  teacher. 
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Tyrone,  on  his  part,  showers  his  mother  with  gifts  and  attention.  No 
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remembers  dates  that  are  important  to  her  like  birthdays,  Easter  and 
family  anniversaries.  He's  generous  with  telephone  calls  and  cables.  When 
he  remonstrated  with  her  recently  about  being  overactive  and 
independent  for  a  woman  of  her  years,  she  merely  smiled  at  him.  When  she 
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more  than  this.  He  was  a  man  who  loved  the 
women  in  his  life  with  a  love  so  rich  and  robust 
that  it  touched  on  madness.  Love  was  a  cease- 
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foolish  dreams  and  deeds  ...  to  such  shame  and 
glory  that  few  men  know. 

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Mario  proceeded  to  tell  Schary  off  at  which 
point  the  vice  president  in  charge  of 
production  came  to  the  conclusion  that 
Lanza  wasn't  a  very  rational  man.  He 
came  to  other  unprintable  conclusions,  too. 
But  Schary  maintained  his  dignity. 

Lanza  did  a  great  deal  of  boxing  when 
he  was  a  very  young  man,  and  potentially 
in  a  fight,  he  is  extremely  dangerous.  One 
good  right  by  Lanza  and  anybody  can 
go  to  sleep  for  a  long  time. 

IX/Tario's  greatness  lies  in  the  freedom  of 
-L'-1-  his  spirit  and  the  freedom  of  his 
actions.  At  Metro,  he  used  to  amaze  people 
by  singing  out  the  window,  by  shouting 
across  the  sound  stage,  by  carrying  on  in 
a  lusty,  humorous,  sometime  boisterous 
fashion.  Mario  has  an  actor's  sense  of 
humor  which  many  people  don't  under- 
stand. For  example,  at  the  studio  he  would 
be  walking  along  one  of  the  corridors  of 
the  Thalberg  Building.  He  would  run  into 
his  producer,  Joe  Pasternak.  Suddenly,  the 
smile  on  Lanza's  face  would  disappear,  and 
he  would  clench  his  teeth  in  simulated 
anger.  He  would  grab  Joe  by  the  collar 
and  say:  "I'm  going  to  kill  you,  you  dirty 
rat.  You  hear  that?  Kill  you.  Murder  you. 
Because  you're  a  spy,  a  no  good,  dirty 
rotten  filthy  spy  for  the  Hungarian  White 
Sox." 

After  a  while  Pasternak  got  accustomed 
to  these  exhibitions  and  realized  they  were 
jokes,  but  in  the  beginning  of  his  relation- 
ship with  Mario  he  thought  the  tenor  was 
serious. 

Another  time,  after  he  had  quarreled 
with  the  studio,  Mario  went  to  talk  with 
Nick  Schenck,  the  Loew's  executive  who 
likes  to  be  called  "General." 

"You  can  tell  those  guys  at  Metro," 
Lanza  raged,  putting  on  his  act,  "that  I'm  a 
tiger.  Do  you  hear  me,  General?  I'm  a 
tiger  and  I'll  rip  'em  all  to  pieces." 

Mr.  Schenck  quietly  told  "the  Tiger"  to 
sit  down  and  talk  things  over. 

Executives  put  up  with  such  things  from 
Mario  because  his  pictures  made  a  tre- 
mendous amount  of  money.  They  gave  him 
such  directors  as  Al  Hall  and  Norman 
Taurog,  such  scripts  as  Toast  Of  New 
Orleans  and  Because  You're  Mine,  and 
the  pictures  always  made  millions. 

Despite  all  the  trouble,  Mr.  Lanza  and 
the  studio  made  up  their  differences  and 
might  have  gone  immediately  into  produc- 
tion— except,  according  to  insiders,  for  the 
star's  desire  to  have  the  last  word.  Right 
or  wrong,  it  is  reported  that  just  as  Lanza 
was  to  report  for  wfcfk,  he  was  told  the 
name  of  the  man  who  was  to  direct  The 
Student  Prince.  It  serves  no  purpose  to 
mention  the  director's  name,  except  to  say 
that  he  has  directed  many  great  hits.  That 
he  has  never  directed  a  top-notch  musical 
is  another  fact.  This,  Mario  is  said  to  have 
objected  to,  declaring,  according  to  in- 
formants, that  he  would  work  for  any 
director  except  this  one  man.  To  Mario 
this  was  a  reasonable,  stand;  to  the  studio 
it  was  an  indication  that  even  before  work 
started  the  actor  was  already  beginning 
to  be  difficult.  Who  is  to  say  who  was  right? 

As  one  executive  put  it,  "These  are  not 
times  in  which  we  can  afford  to  gamble 
a  second  time.  After  all,  we  here  in  the 
studio  are  but  representatives  of  the  pub- 
lic. We  have  an  obligation  to  thousands  of 
stockholders.  Perhaps  Mario  Lanza  would 
be  satisfied  with  another  director.  Perhaps 
not.  It  seems  to  us  that  if  he  were  sincere, 
he  would  not  object  to  placing  this  pic- 
ture in  the  hands  of  the  one  man  the  best 
brains  of  the  studio  have  concluded  is  the 
man  for  the  job.  To  put  it  bluntly,  we 
feel  that  he  should  act  and  sing  and  leave 
executive  decisions  to  executives.  He  can- 
not seem  to  realize  that  we  are  as  anxious 
to  have  a  hit  picture  as  he  is — more  anxious 
perhaps  if  that  is  possible." 


So,  at  last  reporting,  the  matter  stood 
deadlocked.  The  studio  issued  another 
statement  saying  that  this  time  Mario 
Lanza  was  fired  for  good.  Lanza  is  said  to 
have  taken  the  news  with  much  more  calm 
than  anticipated.  He  was  so  calm  that  some 
people  suspected  he  was  secretly  delighted 
despite  a  lawsuit  hanging  over  his  head. 

"Just  think,"  he  exulted,  "I  am  a  free 
agent  at  last.  I  can  make  independent  pic- 
tures. I  can  go  out  on  concert  tours,  work 
on  television,  have  my  own  radio  show 
again." 

This  perhaps  is  so,  but  there  are  many 
in  Hollywood  who  insist  that  Mario  is 
whistling  in  the  dark — that  so-called  Big 
Money  is  going  to  be  very  careful  about 
investing  in  so  temperamental  a  man.  They 
say  that  it  is  more  than  probable  that 
Mario  will  repeat,  in  some  way  or  other, 
his  past  performances — that  there  is  no  way 
of  curing  his  acute  distrust  of  people  and 
the  neurotic  belief  he  has  that  he  has  been 
robbed,  tricked,  abused,  and  deceived  be- 
yond all  endurance. 
Mario,  meantime,  is  singing  a  milder  tune. 
"Long  ago,"  he  says,  "I  came  to  the  con- 
clusion that  I  could  bring  a  little  joy  into 
the  world  by  singing.  That's  my  position 
in  life,  and  I'm  happiest  when  I'm  singing, 
especially  when  I'm  free. 

"I'm  sorry  that  my  departure  from 
Metro  wasn't  an  amicable  one,  but  I 
tried;  I  honestly  did.  I  was  willing  to  com- 
plete the  picture  anywhere,  anytime,  under 
any  director  assigned  to  me.  The  studio 
might  have  told  me  that  they  didn't  want 
me  under  any  circumstances,  that  they'd 
had  enough.  It  would  have  saved  an  awful 
lot  of  time  and  money. 

"Anyway,  that's  all  done  with.  We've  got 
to  look  ahead.  I've  got  my  freedom.  What 
am  I  going  to  do  with  it?  My  voice  is 
better  than  it's  ever  been.  I'm  in  great 
physical  and  mental  shape.  I've  had  several 
offers  to  go  with  other  studios  or  to  enter 
independent  film  production.  My  agent  is 
considering  them. 

"There's  also  radio.  I  want  very  much 
to  get  my  radio  show  going  again.  The 
Coca-Cola  people  who  sponsored  my  pro- 
gram, that  was  before  the  studio  refused 
to  let  me  broadcast,  have  always  been 
wonderful  to  me.  They're  people  of  stature 
and  understanding,  and  I'd  like  to  work 
for  them. 

"Also  on  tap  is  the  possibility  of  going 
to  London  and  singing  during  Coronation 
Week.  That's  some  time  in  June." 

Ever  since  he  and  Metro  parted,  Mario 
has  had  more  time  to  spend  with  his  chil- 
dren and  to  enjoy  them.  He  reads  to  his 
daughters,  takes  them  on  long  drives,  spins 
incredible  stories  punctuated  by  operatic 
arias. 

With  Damon,  however,  six  months  old 
in  June  and  his  only  son,  Mario  is  strange- 
ly quiet.  He  wheels  the  little  guy  around 
m  his  carriage,  hums  him  to  sleep,  and 
then  sits  down  beside  the  perambulator, 
watching  the  boy,  hoping  somehow  to  pro- 
tect him  from  the  "slings  and  arrows  of 
outrageous  fortune,"  but  knowing  in  his 
heart  that  he  cannot. 

"One  of  the  sad  things  about  growing 
up,  Mario  says,  "is  that  once  in  a  while 
people  hurt  you." 

TJow  true  that  is.  All  that  is  left  now 
A  for  Mario  to  understand  is  that  if  he 
has  been  hurt  he  has  also  hurt  others— 
and  for  the  sake  of  those  who  have  known 
and  loved  him  there  must  come  an  end 
to  all  this.  Otherwise,  regardless  of  who 
has  been  right  or  wrong,  there  will  be 
triumph  for  no  one— only  tragedy.  He  must 
also  understand  that  this  can  end  only 
where  it  began— in  the  amazing,  some- 
times delightful  and  almost  always  deep 
and  disturbed,  mind  and  heart  of  Mario 
Lanza  himself.  END 


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■  Quote  \lama  motion  picture  actress.  I  love  going 
to  stage  plays,  but  my  fascination  with  the  footlights  is 
.  only  as  an  out-front  member  of  the  audience.  I've  had 
offers  to  go  cm  Broadway  but  I  have  turned  them 
down.  I'm  content  with  Hollywood,  which  has  given 
me  a  wonderful  life.  .  .  .  Should  mothers  be  afraid 
to  send  their  daughters  to  Hollywood?  I  don't  think 
that  it's  what's  so  zvrong  with  Hollywood  that  causes 
girls  to  wind  up  with  something  so  wrong  zvith  them. 
It  may  be  what's  zvrong  zvith  the  girls  in  the  first 
place.  .  .  .  Why  am  I  usually  carefully  dressed? 
It's  because  people  pay  money  to  see  an  actress  because 
they  like  her.  I  want  to  look  equally  well  in  person 
for  these  same  people.  If  they  like  me  well-dressed  on 
the  screen,  I  don't  think  I  should  short-change 
my  friends  by  looking  careless  in  private  life.  Besides, 
I  don't  go  for  slacks  and  hair  blowing  in  the  breeze. 
I'm  not  the  type.  .  .  .  Are  there  no  homebodies  in 
Hollywood?  There  are  a  lot  of  us.  For  instance, 
my  husband  and  I  once  tried  to  tear  ourselves  away 
from  home  for  "a  change."  We  went  to  Palm  Springs, 
which  is  a  beautiful  place,  but  it  wasn't  beautiful 
enough  for  us.  I  was  restless  when  the  sun  went 
down.  I  wanted  to  be  in  my  own  home.  Everyone 
to  everyone's  own  tastes,  but  I  can't  see  myself 
spending  two  or  three  nights  a  week  in  a  night  club. 
If  I  did,  I'd  figure  that  there  was  something  seriously 
wrong  zvith  me  that  I  didn't  want  to  stay  home, 
instead.  .  .  .  How  do  I  stay  slim  ?  Just  born  that  way, 
I  guess.  I  have  a  weight  problem.  Not  to  lose  weight, 
but  maintain  it.  I  eat  about  six  times  a  day — little 
snack  meals  consisting  of  milk  and  sandwiches  or 
milk  and  fresh  fruit,  with  a  big  dinner  in 
the  evening.  .  .  .  How  can  people  be  happier?  Well, 
I'm  not  the  world's  greatest  authority,  but  if  you  are 
discontented,  try  to  develop  a  love  for  your  work. 
Say  to  yourself  every  day,  "No  matter  what  happens 
I'm  going  to  enjoy  what  I  do  today."  The  first  thing 
you  know,  you  actually  will  start  to  enjoy  each  day, 
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An  intimate  report  on  the 
private  lives  of  top  television 
personalities 


eddie  fisher's  pals:  When  Eddie  Fisher  was  about  to  come  out  of  the 
U.S.  Army,  the  Paramount  Theater,  New  York,  booked  him— to  open  the 
morning  he  became  a  civilian.  Eddie  told  the  theater,  "I've  got  a  friend, 
Joey  Forman.  He's  a  comedian  and  I  want  him  on  the  bill  with  me."  The 
theater,  amazed,  answered,  "We've  never  heard  of  Forman,  and,  besides 
we've  got  all  the  star  comedians  we  want."  But  Eddie  insisted  "If  you 
don't  take  Forman  you  can't  have  me."  P.S.— Forman,  23,  and  an  un- 
known, got  a  feature  spot  on  the  bill.  .  .  .  Behind  this  story  is  a  tale  of 
true  friendship.  When  Eddie  was  a  Philadelphia  high  school  student  he 
and  Forman  and  Bernie  Rich  (an  actor)  promised  each  other  they  would 
try  their  luck  in  New  York  together— and  that,  whoever  became  successful 
first,  would  help  the  other  two.  Eddie,  the  oldest,  made  it,  and  now  that 
he's  got  Forman  started,  he's  opening  doors  for  Rich. 

john  daly,  lovey:  John  Daly  hates  to  admit  it,  but  his  wife  calls  him  Lovey.  It's  an  old 
Southern  expression  she  picked  up  when  she  went  to  school  in  Virginia.  Daly  retaliates  by 
calling  her  The  Duchess,  in  private.  When  others  are  around,  he  calls  her  Maw  or  Kit,  although 
her  name,  actually,  is  Margaret.  .  .  .  Daly,  incidentally,  is  looking  forward  to  his  next  meeting 
with  Basil  Rathbone,  having  just  discovered  that  Rathbone  was  also  born  in  Johannesburg, 
South  Africa.  Although  they're  friends,  they  never  realized  that  the  other  came  from  the  same 
home  town. 

Godfrey's  favorite  thoughts:  Arthur  Godfrey  has  clamped  down  on 
interviews,  claiming  he's  too  busy  and  too  worried  about  his  leg  oper- 
ation. But  the  many  mottoes  and  inspirational  sayings  hanging  on  the 
walls  of  his  office  do  much  to  reveal  his  thinking: 

"Even  if  you  are  on  the  right  track,  you  will  get  run  over  if  you  just 

sit  there."  ,  . 

"The  fellow  who  waits  for  something  to  turn  up  may  nnd  that  nis 

toes  do  first."  , 

"We  haven't  got  so  far  to  go  as  we  had,  regardless  of  what  we  are 

doing." 

"The  great  thing  is  to  get  your  work  done,  and  see  and  hear  and  learn 
and  understand." — Ernest  Hemingway. 
"If  you  don't  like  it,  get  out.  But  while  you're  there,  defend  it." 

"Individual  freedom  alone  can  make  a  man  voluntarily  surrender  himself  completely  to 
the  service  of  society.  If  it  is  wrested  from  him,  he  becomes  an  automaton  and  society  is 
ruined  No  society  can  possibly  be  built  on  a  denial  of  individual  freedom.  It  is  contrary  tc 
the  very  nature  of  man,  and  just  as  a  man  will  not  grow  horns  or  a  tail,  so  he  will  neyei 
exist  as  a  man  if  he  has  no  mind  of  his  own.  In  reality,  even  those  who  do  not  believe  m  the 
liberty  of  the  individual  believe  in  their  own."— Mahatma  Ohandi. 

the  hal  block  firing :  The  replacement,  by  Steve  Allen,  of  Hal  "Dimples" 
Block  on  "What's  My  Line?"  caused  a  rumpus  because  Hal  had  become 
enormously  popidar.  His  fan  clubs  howled,  as  a  hush  settled  over  the 
mystery  firing.  Now  here's  the  true  story:  Block  had  become  too  prankish 
and  had  developed  the  habit  of  leaping  up  to  kiss  pretty  girl  contestants. 
He  also  talked  out  of  turn,  and  drowned  the  lines  of  Arlene  Francis, 
Dorothy  Kilgallen  and  Bennett  Cerf.  The  program's  producers  warned  him 

  -to  correct  his  ways,  but  Hal,  a  wealthy  former  gagwriter,  kept  foj-gettmg. 

Hal  didn't  need  the  salary  he  got  on  that  show,  but  his  ego  was  immensely  gratified.  The 
show  was  Hal's  first  contact  with  fame— and  he  loved  it  like  a  true  ham. 


jerry  and  dean's  PRANK  :  Sponsors  have 
been  complaining  of  the  high  TV  costs,  much 
of  it  due  to  poorly  organized  rehearsals.  Yet 
the  zany  Martin  and  Lewis  recently  saw  a 
prop  bed  on  a  TV  set  and  climbed  in.  to  catch 
up  on  missing  sleep.  The  director  didn't  have 
the  nerve  to  wake  them  up.  Result:  lost  time 
and  money. 

arlene  francis  inhibited :  Arlene  Francis 
starred  on  a  recent  Hollywood  Screen  Test, 
and  in  one  scene,  she  had  to  throw  a  pie  into 
the  face  of  an  actor.  She  refused,  and  confessed 
to  director  Alton  Alexander  that  she  simply 
didn't  have  the  nerve  to  do  such  a  thing.  Alex- 
ander solved  the  problem  by  having  the  actor 
trip  and  fall  on  the  pie  as  she  held  it.  .  .  . 
Arlene,  incidentally,  has  bought  a  S73fi00  New 
York  town  house  and  is  giving  up  her  Park 
Ave.  apartment. 

fred  allen  stopped:  The  acidulous  Fred 
Allen  was  stopped  on  the  street  by  a  gushing 
lady,  who  grabbed  him  by  the  arms  and  gur- 
gled: "'You're  Fred  Allen!  Oh  yes.  you  are! 
Just  think!  Little  ole  me,  a  nobody  from  a 
small  town,  talking  to  the  famous  Fred  Allen ! 
Isn't  that  just  wonderful?  Doesn't  that  prove 
we're  living  in  a  great  democracy?"  Fred  said, 
dryly:  '-Not  until  I  answer  yes."  .  .  .  Incident- 
ally, Fred  is  feeling  much  better  and  will 
probably  have  a  half-hour  comedv  quiz  on 
TV  this  fall. 

A  matter  of  dignity:  Dagmar  posed  for  a 
picture,  at  a  Runyon  Fund  show,  with  Walter 
Winchell  and  Christine  Jorgenson.  Miss  (or  is 
it  Mister?)  Jorgensen  later  called  over  the 
photographer  (Seymour  Zee  of  the  Journal 
American)  and  said  she  didn't  want  to  be  in 
the  same  photo  with  Dagmar,  because,  "it's 
not  dignified."  The  photographer  promised  to 
destroy  the  photo — but  it  ran  in  the  paper 
the  next  day  anyway.  Weeks  later,  Miss-Mr. 
Jorgensen  saw  the  same  photographer  at 
another  affair  and  refused  to  pose  for  him. 
.  .  .  How  Dagmar  feels  about  this,  we  don't 
know  yet. 

eucille  tones  down:  Lucille  Ball  has  tinted 
her  flashy  red  hair  to  golden  red.  You  won"t 
notice  the  difference  on  TV,  but  Lucille  did 
it  for  her  children.  "I  didn't  want  my  chil- 
dren to  think  of  me  as  'brassy'  when  they 
grow  old  enough  to  notice,"  she  says. 
Jinx  Falkenburg,  who  has  two  children,  has 
taken  an  opposite  course:  she's  just  dyed  her 
dark  hair  blonde.  Flashy  blonde,  too!" 

arthlr  hurray  doesn't  dance:  Katkryn 
Murray,  who's  become  quite  a  TV  star,  enjoys 
dancing  with  the  instructors  at  the  Arthur 
Murray  Dance  Studios.  But  she  doesn't  dance 
with  her  own  famous  husband.  And  the  rea- 
son is  that  Murray  has  the  same  trouble  most 
husbands  have:  he  can't  dance  with  his  own 
wife. 


s 


bob's  smoking  ears:  On  his  "My  Hero" 
show,  Bob  Cummings  gets  laughs  when  he 
kisses  his  beautiful  office  secretary  (Julie 
Bishop)  and  smoke  comes  funneling  out  of  his 
ears.  Fans  are  always  asking  Bob  how  he  does 
it.  and  he  explains,  "It's  simple.  Just  kiss  Julie 
Bishop.  It  happens  to  everybody!" 


jack  webb  and  the  cops:  Jack  Webb  who 
flew  to  New  York  to  meet  the  press,  tells  how 
pleasant  it  is  to  be  greeted  by  policemen 
everywhere  and  recognized  as  TV's  famous 
c<gt.  Friday.  "But  in  Los  Angeles,  my  home 


town,"  he  says,  "when  a  cop  gave  me  a  ticket, 
he  stopped  and  exclaimed,  'Why,  you're  Sgt. 
Friday!'  and  then  somehow  it  was  too  late  to 
tear  up  the  ticket."  Oddly  enough,  Jack  is  not 
an  honorary  member  of  the  Los  Angeles  police 
force  he  glorifies  on  TV. 

odds  and  ends:  Peggy  Lee  is  thrilled  the 
way  her  daughter  Nikki,  9,  has  accepted  her 
new  daddy,  Brad  Dexter.  Right  after  the 
wedding  ceremony  Nikki  whispered  to  her 
mother.  "Mommy,  make  this  one  do,  please." 
Yirgilia  Peterson,  the  erudite  moderator  of 
Author  Meets  the  Critics,  lives  in  a  plush 
Xew  York  apartment  that  has  everything. 
Well,  almost  everything.  It  doesn't  have  a  TV 
set.  She  says  she  doesn't  feel  a  TV  set  is  worth 
buying!  .  .  .  Tallulah  Bankhead  slipped  quiet- 
ly into  Doctor's  Hospital,  Xew  York,  to  have 
her  face  lifted.  She  wants  to  look  nice  for  her 
S25,000-a-week  cafe  debut  in  Las  Vegas. 
Peter  Donald  is  knee-deep  in  legal  maneuvers, 
following  separation  from  his  wife,  Jo,  former 
radio  actress.  .  .  .  Former  kid  movie  actor 
Freddie  Bartholomew  has  split  with  his  wife 
after  six  years  of  married  life.  It's  the  first 
marriage  for  Freddie,  now  a  Xew  York  TV 
director,  and  the  fourth  for  Mrs.  Bartholomew, 
a  publicist.  .  .  .  Don  Hastings,  who's  the 
Ranger  on  Capt.  Video,  is  LA.  and  may  be 
called  into  the  army  this  summer.  He's  been 
dating  Joyce  Hahn,  of  Xewark,  X.  J.,  but 
says  he  won't  mam-  until  after  he  finishes 
with  the  Army.  Xow  19,  he  plans  to  try 
Hollywood  after  his  Army  stint.  Wants  to  be 
a  cowboy  actor. 

dlana  lynn  shifting:  Diana  Lynn,  who's  I 
no  longer  wearing  her  wedding  ring  but  who 
refuses  to  talk  divorce,  says  she  intends  to 
split  the  next  two  years  between  New  York  j 
and  Hollywood.  She  intends  to  do  more  TV 
work,  and  maybe  another  play  on  Broadway.  ! 
She  did  quite  a  bit  of  dating  while  in  New  ' 
York,  and  Bill  Dozier,  Joan  Fontaine's  ex,  I 
was  a  favorite. 

east  and  west:  Sally  Forrest,  who's  now 
settled  in  Xew  York  to  be  with  her  husband. 
CBS  executive  Milo  Frank,  is  making  TV  her 
career.  .  .  .  CBS  has  been  trying  to  get  Jackie  | 
Gleason  to   move  his  show  to  Hollywood, 
thinking  the  Coast  may  be  a  pacifying  in-  | 
fluence  on  Jackie's  restlessness.  But  Jackie, 
who  tried  Hollywood  several  years  ago  and 
didn't  like  it,  prefers  the  excitement  of  the  ' 
Toots  Shor's  crowd.  He  just  rented  a  huge 
mansion  at  swanky  Sands  Point.  Long  Island, 
and  plans  to  live  it  up  this  summer.  .  .  .  Mere- 
dith and  Rini  Willson  will  again  summer  in  I 
Hollywood,  where  they  own  a  modern  house  | 
on  the  side  of  a  hill. 


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(Continued  from  page  40)  She  is  one  of 
the  few  to  enter  Hollywood's  golden  circle 
of  contract  signers  without  undergoing  a 
change  of  title.  Cyd  Charisse,  thought 
MGM,  was  as  high  flying,  as  fancy  and  as 
distinctive  as  a  name  could  get,  and  even 
their  experts  couldn't  dream  up  anything 
better. 

Few  people  know  it,  but  Cyd's  original 
monicker  was  even  more  breathtaking.  She 
was  born  Tula  Ellice  Finklea,  in  Amarillo, 
Texas.  The  Tula  stemmed  from  an  aunt, 
the  Ellice  was  borrowed  from  an  uncle,  and 
the  Finklea  is  of  Welsh  derivation.  The  fact 
she  began  life  in  Texas  astounds  most  peo- 
ple because  Cyd's  exotic  appearance  plus 
her  interesting  name  give  the  impression 
that  she  has  floated  to,  these  parts  on  an 
alabaster  slab,  cushioned  with  carpets  from 
Baghdad  and  fanned  by  Nubian  slaves. 
Amarillo  comes  as  somewhat  of  a  shock. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  wherever  Cyd  goes 
she  is  taken  for  a  native.  Her  bloodline 
includes  not  only  Welsh,  but  French,  Eng- 
lish, Scotch,  and  a  bit  of  American  Indian. 
When  she  is  in  Paris  they  remark  that  she 
looks  so  French,  when  in  England  she  is 
taken  for  an  upper  class  Limey,  in  Italy 
they  accept  her  as  another  Latin,  and  al- 
though to  date  Cyd  hasn't  set  foot  on  an 
Indian  reservation,  she  knows  what  to  ex- 
pect in  the  way  of  comment  on  her  first 
visit. 

If  she  looks  expensive,  it  comes  natu- 
rally. Her  father  was  a  jeweler,  and  one  of 
Cyd's  favorite  playthings  as  a  child  was 
the  scale  on  which  the  diamonds  were 
weighed.  The  scale  was  allowed  but  the 
diamonds  were  not,  and  happily  enough 
the  hands-off  policy  where  gems  were  con- 
cerned left  Cyd  with  no  frustrations.  She 
can  take  or  leave  valuable  jewels,  and  is 
just  as  content  with  a  costume  bauble  as 
she  would  be  with  a  diamond  that  would 
have  fractured  her  father's  scale. 

Here  is  where  the  illusion  of  Cyd's  aura 
of  splendor  begins  to  fall  apart.  It 
takes  a  while  to  probe  it,  for  she  has  a 
natural  reserve  that  doesn't  lend  itself  to 
easy  conversation  concerning  herself,  but 
when  her  personality  begins  to  come  out 
in  the  wash  of  an  interview  it  is  even  more 
surprising  than  the  bit  about  Amarillo.  Cyd 
Charisse,  by  all  counts,  should  mother  little 
girls  and  put  them  in  dresses  drowning  in 
ruffles.  She  should  sit  in  a  beautifully  ap- 
pointed drawing  room  and  look  more  like 
a  formal  portrait  than  a  human  being.  But 
she  does  not.  Cyd  has  two  sons,  both  of 
whom  are  long  gone  on  the  happy  fact  that 
they  are  boys,  and  they  do  little  to  quash 
the  evidence.  The  house  is  normally  quak- 
ing with  noise  and  activity,  and  more  often 
than  not  Cyd  is  contributing  herself. 
Nicky,  now  ten,  is  teaching  her  how  to 
blast  the  seams  out  of  a  punching  bag,  and 
from  all  reports  she  has  done  the  impos- 
sible, having  garnered  grudging  respect 
from  her  elder  son  for  her  athletic  ability. 
Nicky  is  not  old  enough  to  realize  or  to 
grasp  the  unbelievable  fact  that  his  grace- 
ful mother,  who  seems  always  to  float 
through  the  house,  was  once  one  of  Ama- 
rillo's    best-known  tomboys. 

"It  was  unavoidable,"  says  Cyd.  "I  had 
an  older  brother."  His  name  was  Earnest 
E.,  the  namesake  of  his  father,  and  to 
avoid  confusion  the  family  referred  to  him 
as  "E.  E.",  which  Cyd  admits  sounds  like  a 
captured  mouse.  E.  E.  was  a  year  older 
than  his  kid  sister,  and  in  the  absence  of  a 
brother  he  latched  on  to  Cyd  and  taught 
her  how  to  kick  footballs,  scale  fences, 
knock  a  Texas  Leaguer  and,  most  of  all,  to 
climb  trees.  The  two  kids  built  a  tree  house 
all  their  own  and  disappeared  into  its 
heights  so  often  and  so  long  that  their 
88  mother  was  frantic  and  their  father  re- 


read The  Theory  of  Evolution  by  Darwin. 

The  art  of  handling  a  punching  bag  re- 
quires two  attributes — timing  and  muscles 
—and  Cyd  has  both.  They  are  two  of  the 
reasons  why  she  has  enjoyed  spectacular 
success  as  a  dancer.  The  other  is  that  she 
loves  to  dance.  Last  winter  she  achieved 
one  of  the  goals  of  all  ballerinas:  she 
danced  -in  a  picture  with  Fred  Astaire. 
There  is  little  use  trying  to  explode  the 
myth  about  Mr.  Astaire  and  the  thousands 
of  his  would-be  dancing  partners.  If  there 
is  such  a  thing  as  magic  feet,  Fred  has 
them.  Asked  about  her  reaction  to  dancing 
with  him,  Cyd  sighed,  "Of  course  I  wanted 
to  dance  with  him!  Every  dancer  wants  to. 
I  can't  imagine  anyone  saying  no  to  such 
an  opportunity.  The  man  is  fabulous.  No- 
body can  walk  like  him,  no  one  has  his 
endurance.  He  can  pick  up  a  cane  and  ad 
lib  a  dance  that  is  breathtaking.  I  don't 
believe  there'll  ever  be  another  Fred  As- 
taire!" 

The  tribute  came  from  her  two  days 
after  she  had  finished  work  with  him  in 
The  Bandwagon,  a  time  that  gave  an  acid 
test  to  reactions,  for  it  is  well  known  that 
Mr.  Astaire  is  a  perfectionist  and  works  so 
hard  that  others  working  with  him  auto- 
matically strive  for  the  same  results.  Other 
dancers  have  been  known  to  retire  with 
curled  toes  and  refuse  to  take  a  step  for 
months  afterward,  but  Cyd  came  out  of 
it  still  filled  with  awe  and  respect. 


For  part  of  her  reading  Marilyn 
Monroe  picked  "The  Prophet"  by 
Kahlil  Gibran.  She  was  so  much 
under  its  spell  she  didn't  like  my 
kidding  question:  "Do  you  think 
it  will  make  a  picture?" 

I  asked  her  why  she  wanted  me 
to  read  "The  Prophet."  She  said. 
"It  is  very  inspiring.  It  is  more  or 
less  a  pattern  for  everyday  living." 
Robert  F.  Slatzer, 
The  N.Y.  Journal- American 


Her  dancing  career  was  begun,  unwit- 
tingly, by  a  doctor  who  recommended 
lessons  as  exercise.  As  a  child  Cyd  was  too 
thin,  and  Amarillo 's  rugged  winters  kept 
its  children  indoors  for  a  good  part  of  the 
year.  So  she  began  to  study  with  a  local 
teacher  who  had  been  a  pupil  of  the 
famous  Theodore  Kosloff.  She  was  eight 
years  old  then,  and  by  the  time  she  was  13 
her  parents  decided  to  send  her  to  live 
with  friends  in  California  where  she  could 
further  her  studies.  It  ended  for  Cyd  the 
life  she  had  always  known,  the  summer 
vacations  in  New  Mexico  or  Colorado,  the 
pillow  fights  and  daydreaming  hours  with 
her  brother,  the  close  association  she  had 
enjoyed  with  her  father.  But  it  was  what 
she  wanted,  for  she  was  happiest  when  she 
was  dancing  and  her  parents,  particularly 
her  father,  loved  dancing. 

For  two  years  she  studied  in  California, 
attending  the  school  of  Nico  Charisse,  and 
when  she  was  15  she  auditioned  for  Colonel 
de  Basil  of  the  Ballet  Russe.  Her  father 
was  immediately  telephoned  back  in  Texas 
and  asked  that  his  daughter  be  permitted 
to  join  the  troupe.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Finklea 
were  not  the  kind  of  parents  to  stand  in  the 
way  of  a  talented  child,  and  despite  Cyd's 
youth  they  let  her  go.  Her  father  worried 
about  it  considerably  but  her  mother  was 
so  calm  that  to  this  day  Cyd  laughs  about 
it.  "She  seemed  so  trusting  that  everything 
would  be  all  right — didn't  so  much  as  turn 
a  hair.  Maybe  it's  because  I  was  tall  for  my 
age  and  had  always  seemed  older,  but  at 
any  rate  if  she  was  worried  I  never  knew 
it.  But  her  grandchildren— they're  differ- 
ent! The  boys  can't  stumble  over  a  door- 
step that  Mother  doesn't  have  hysterics." 

For  a  year  she  toured  the  United  States 
with  the  ballet,  during  which  time  her 


father  saw  her  debut  as  a  soloist.  It  was 
providential  that  he  did— he  was  so  proud 
of  her — for  it  was  not  much  later,  at  a 
time  when  Cyd  was  en  route  to  Europe 
with  the  troupe,  that  Mr.  Finklea  died. 
Cyd  returned  to  be  with  the  family  for  a 
while,  then  re-signed  and  went  to  Europe. 
There  was  no  time  to  be  a  tourist;  it  was 
a  matter  of  work  and  more  work,  and  it 
went  on  until  she  was  16.  At  that  time  a 
vacation  was  announced  for  the  company 
and  Nico  Charisse  went  to  Europe  to  see 
her.  Not  many  weeks  later,  in  1941,  he  and 
Cyd  were  married. 

This  time  Cyd's  mother  was  considerably 
roused — "A  little  upset,"  says  Cyd  and 
smiles  softly.  "She  wrote  that  she  thought 
it  best  if  I  came  home." 

The  newlyweds  returned  to  California 
at  the  outbreak  of  the  war  and  their  son 
Nicky  was  born  in  1942.  Soon  after  his 
birth  Cyd  was  introduced  to  Gregory  Rat- 
off,  and  the  meeting  resulted  in  her  dance 
specialty  in  the  director's  picture,  Some- 
thing To  Shout  About.  There  was  another 
brief  bit  of  dancing  in  Mission  To  Moscow, 
and  then  in  1945  she  waltzed  into  a  solid 
Hollywood  career  with  her  portrayal  of 
the  ballerina  in  Ziegfeld  Follies.  In  that 
picture  she  was  introduced  in  her  role  by 
Fred  Astaire,  and  although  Cyd  was  al- 
ready an  established  star  of  the  dance 
world,  she  was  only  20  and  at  the  begin- 
ning of  her  movie  career,  and  it  is  doubtful 
if  she  even  dreamed  then  that  one  day  she 
would  star  opposite  Astaire. 

She  was  featured  but  not  starred  in  four 
films  the  following  year,  and  the  year 
after  that,  1947,  saw  her  divorce  from  Nico 
Charisse,  who  just  recently  has  remarried. 
Following  the  divorce  Cyd  lived  quietly 
with  her  mother  and  son,  and  her  career 
followed  the  same  quiet  level.  MGM  put 
her  in  two  more  pictures,  neither  of  them 
giving  her  much  opportunity  to  display 
herself  as  anything  but  a  dancer.  This 
suited  Cyd  because  dancing  was  closest  to 
her  heart,  but  it  did  little  to  further  her 
career,  as  audiences  saw  her  purely  as  a 
terpsichorean  and  had  no  opportunity  to 
catch  her  personality. 

In  1948  her  luck  and  her  life  began  to 
change.  At  a  party  given  by  her  agent 
Nat  Goldstone  she  met  Tony  Martin,  an- 
other of  Goldstone's  clients.  Accustomed  to 
meeting  tall,  dark  and  handsome  men  who 
were  also  celebrities,  Cyd  was  not  par- 
ticularly impressed  and  later  refused  his 
first  invitation  to  dinner.  When  she  finally 
did  go  out  with  him  he  took  her  to  a 
Hollywood  nightclub  and  proceeded  to 
table  hop  all  during  the  evening.  She  was 
even  less  impressed  until  she  reminded 
herself,  in  all  fairness,  that  Tony  was  only 
just  released  from  the  Army  and  so  deliri- 
ously happy  to  be  home  again  that  he 
couldn't  resist  saying  hello  to  all  his 
friends. 

They  were  married  in  May  of  that  year, 
and  if  Cyd  had  been  bewildered  by  Tony 
Martin  as  a  table-hopping  date,  she  was 
even  more  nonplussed  by  the  discovery 
that  she  had  a  country-hopping  husband. 
In  his  profession  as  a  singer  Tony  is  con- 
stantly traveling  to  theaters  in  New  York, 
and  nightclubs  in  Miami,  and  their  mar- 
riage, the  first  year  in  particular,  was 
a  series  of  forced  separations.  It  has  got 
to  the  point  where  Cyd  is  happiest  when 
Tony  is  busy  at  a  studio  from  8  a.m.  until 
6  p.m.,  for  although  he  may  not  be  at  home, 
he  is  at  least  in  the  same  city.  This  is  as- 
suming, of  course,  that  Tony  makes  the 
picture  in  Hollywood.  His  last  film,  Easy  To 
Love  with  Esther  Williams,  took  him  off 
to  Florida  for  two  months,  and  Cvd  worked 
overtime  to  finish  her  role  in  The  Band- 
wagon so  that  she  could  go  with  him.  Cyd 
herself  is  sometimes  guilty,  such  as  the 
month  spent  in  Mexico  for  the  filming  of 
Sombrero.    Tony  went  with  her  for  that 


one,  but  within  a  week  had  to  leave  for 
a  singing  engagement  elsewhere.  That  was 
about  the  time  that,  out  of  a  period  of  three 
months,  they  were  together  only  two 
weeks.  By  now  the  divergent  demands  of 
their  respective  careers  have  become  a 
family  gag,  and  it  is  always  remarked  upon 
in  high  glee  when  they  manage  to  have 
dinner  together. 

Considering  the  erratic  circumstances 
their  marriage  has  worked  out  ex- 
tremely well.  And  they  prove  the  point 
that  opposites  attract,  for  while  Cyd  is 
reserved  and  not  overly  fond  of  crowds, 
Tony  is  an  extrovert  who  loves  people — 
all  kinds  of  people.  Their  friends  include 
youngsters  and  oldsters,  show  people  and 
non -professionals.  When  Cyd  is  working  in 
a  movie  she  prefers  entertaining  at  home, 
and  their  house  is  seldom  without  guests, 
some  staying  for  a  sandwich,  some  for  a 
two-week  visit.  It  is  a  house  that  lends 
itself  well  to  entertaining — big  and  ram- 
bling, with  four  fireplaces  and  a  swimming 
pool,  and  surrounded  by  stretches  of  green 
lawn. 

It  is  a  paradise  for  Cyd,  not  only  because 
it  shelters  her  family,  which  now  includes 
Nicky  Charisse  and  three-year-old  Tony 
Martin,  Jr.,  but  because  she  is  basically  a 
home-loving  person.  Despite  this  she  goes 
along  with  Perpetual  Motion  Martin,  who 
cannot  sit  still  for  more  than  two  minutes. 
He  may  come  home  dead  tired  from  a 
series  of  one-night  stands,  but  after  two  or 
three  days  she  notices  the  symptoms.  He 
sits  at  the  breakfast  table  sipping  his  coffee 
and  reading  the  morning  newspaper,  but  he 
can't  seem  to  concentrate.  He  keeps  putting 
the  paper  down  and  staring  out  the  win- 
dows. Finally  he  gets  to  the  point.  "Honey, 
let's  go  somewhere." 

And  Cyd  smiles,  "All  right.  Where?" 

"Anywhere!"  whoops  Tony.  "Come  on, 
let's  pack!" 

As  she  understands  his  penchant  for 
activity,  so  he  understands  her  love  of 
dancing.  He  is  in  perfect  accord  with  her 
career,  knowing  it  makes  her  happy,  and 
together  they  have  ironed  out  the  wrinkles 
caused  by  the  combination  of  their  inter- 
ests. 

The  Martins  love  to  sleep  late  and  the 
boys,  whose  rooms  are  at  another  end  of 
tthe  house,  cooperate  like  gentlemen  until 
they  hear  the  first  indications  that  their 
parents  are  up  and  around.  Bedlam  fol- 
lows. Tony  Jr.  pleads  for  a  trip  to .  the 
playground,  Nicky  drags  Cyd  to  the 
punching  bag  and  Tony  calls  up  Leo  Du- 
rocher  to  come  over  for  lunch.  There  fol- 
lows an  hour  of  discussion,  naturally  about 
baseball,  and  Cyd  sits  in  the  midst  of  the 
males,  doing  her  darndest  to  keep  up  with 
the  finer  points  of  the  game.  Her  tomboy 
childhood  helps  her  share  Tony's  enthusi- 
asm for  all  sports,  but  while  she  seemingly 


thrives  in  the  world  of  men,  she  has  a 
secret  yearning  for  a  daughter.  "I  like 
children  and  want  more,  but  I'd  have  an- 
other immediately  if  I  could  be  sure  it 
would  be  a  girl." 

It  comes  out,  after  all,  that  while  Cyd 
might  seem  content  in  her  rough  and  ready 
household,  she  would  like  to  have  just  one 
other  female  around — a  little  character 
she  could  dress  in  ruffles.  Men  are  fine  up 
to  a  point,  but  a  girl  needs  companionship. 
Tony,  for  instance,  cannot  comprehend 
Cyd's  craze  for  shoes.  She  keeps  them, 
dozens  of  them,  in  a  specially  built  case, 
and  while  he  only  murmurs  at  the  pur- 
chase of  a  new  pair  of  street  shoes,  he  goes 
into  a  snit  when  she  brings  home  what  she 
likes  to  call  "a  crazy  pair."  Shoes  are  her 
Waterloo,  and  the  more  distinctive  the 
better.  Once,  when  ankle  straps  were  the 
new  rage,  she  brought  home  a  pair  of 
strapped  sandals  and  the  next  morning 
found  them  in  the  garden,  well  chewed 
by  the  French  poodle. 

Shortly  after  their  rescue,  Tony  was  con- 
fronted by  an  irate  wife,  a  soggy  sandal 
in  each  hand. 

"Well?"  said  Cyd. 

He  assumed  a  puzzled  expression. 
"Well?"  he  said. 

"You  might  not  like  them,"  said  Cyd, 
"but  did  you  have  to  go  to  such  lengths?" 

"I  don't  know  what  you're  talking 
about,"  he  said,  but  when  he  came  home 
that  evening  he  brought  her  flowers. 

TP  here  is  music  in  their  house  every  wak- 
A  ing  hour,  running  the  gamut  from 
popular  to  classical,  and  if  Tony  isn't 
humming  a  tune,  Cyd  is  working  to  the 
rhythm  on  her  practice  bars.  Tony  Jr.  has 
absolutely  no  interest  in  dancing  and 
Nicky's  surrender  has  come  only  recently, 
with  the  advent  of  ballroom  dancing  shared 
by  students  of  his  school  with  the  girls  of 
Westlake  School.  Nevertheless,  they  both 
prefer  hearing  Pop  sing  to  watching  Mom 
dance. 

They  may  not  appreciate  her  talent,  but 
some  day  they  will,  for  Cyd's  lithesome 
grace  and  twinkling  toes  are  well  on  their 
way  to  becoming  world  famous.  Her  tor- 
rid hilltop  dance  as  a  Mexican  girl  in  Som- 
brero is  calling  for  air-conditioning  of 
theaters,  and  her  spectacular  dances  in 
The  Bandwagon  have  at  last  convinced  her 
MGM  bosses  that  Cyd  is  worthy  of  a  big 
star  buildup.  Accordingly,  they  plan  star- 
ring her  in  their  production  of  Kismet  and 
are  currently  considering  her  for  the  lead 
when  they  make  the  screen  version  of 
Brigadoon. 

Right  now  Cyd  Charisse  is  known  as  the 
11th  dancing  partner  of  Fred  Astaire  in 
pictures,  but  it  is  within  the  realm  of  pos- 
sibility that  some  day  male  dancers  will  be 
hankering  for  a  chance  to  play  consort  to 
Cyd  Charisse,  Queen  of  the  Dance.  END 


marriage,  anybody? 

(Continued  from  page  39)  again  to  enter- 
tain the  GI's  she  dropped  her  head  on  her 
hand  and  closed  her  eyes  like  she  does 
when  she  is  doing  a  lot  of  thinking.  I  knew 
just  what  was  going  through  her  head: 
"Piper  is  21  now,  here  she  is  off  on  an- 
other trip,  when  she  gets  back  she'll  be 
busy  on  another  picture,  and  all  this  time 
will  be  time  she  won't  be  able  to  meet 
anyone  new."  So  I  wasn't  surprised  when 
she  raised  her  head  and  said  something 
that,  at  first,  didn't  seem  to  have  anything 
to  do  with  what  we  were  talking  about. 

"You  know,  I've  been  thinking  I'd  like 
you  to  go  see  the  doctor,"  she  said.  "You 
haven't  been  looking  too  good  lately." 

She  can't  fool  me.  Being  a  modern 
mother  she  has  learned  not  to  take  a 


direct  stand  on  anything  like  forbidding 
me  to  do  this  or  that.  Yet,  she  would 
rather  I  didn't  go  to  Korea  this  time,  and 
maybe,  if  I  see  the  doctor,  he  might  say 
I  should  stick  around.  You  see,  Mother  not 
only  wants  me  to  concentrate,  she  wants 
me  to  be  where  the  concentrating  can  do 
some  good.  (P.S.  I  saw  the  doctor.  He  al- 
ways finds  something,  but  not  enough  to 
stop  the  trip.) 

MRS.  CHARLOTTE  JACOBS  (Piper's 
mother):  Piper  likes  to  kid  about  the 
family  putting  pressure  on  her  to  get  mar- 
ried. It's  not  so  really,  of  course.  I  know 
Piper  has  to  find  her  own  happiness  in 
her  own  way.  Naturally,  as  a  mother,  I 
think  about  it  a  lot.  But  I  hardly  ever 
say  anything,  honestly.  Once  in  a  while, 
maybe,  like  a  mother  will,  I  might  forget 
myself  and  Piper  might  get  the  idea  I'm 


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hinting.  Nothing  serious.  Sometimes  I  just 
happen  to  say,  "You  know  what  I  d  like 
to  do,  Piper?  I'd  like  to  go  to  a  wedding. 

PIPER:  It's  not  as  if  it  were  my  fault. 
I  mean,  it  might  be  my  fault  but  there  are 
other  things  to  consider.  Every  time  I  meet 
someone  who,  well,  might  mean  something, 
I'm  off  on  the  road  again,  or  else  retakes 
have  to  be  shot  and  I'm  busy  on  the  set 
all  day  and  rehearsing  most  of  the  night. 
Somehow  it  always  seems  to  get  worse 
right  after  I  get  to  know  a  man  whom  I  d 
like  to  go  on  knowing.  But  it  stops  right 
there.  My  friends  think  it's  quite  a  ( joke. 
Every  time  they  see  me  they  ask,  "Well, 
Piper,  whom  are  you  leaving  now?  ( 

Just  lately  I  met  a  young  man  and  we  ve 
been  dating  quite  a  few  times.  I  might  as 
well  identify  him  partially,  as  an  actor, 
but  since  we're  not  going  to  be  able  to  see 
each  other  for  a  long  time,  for  reasons 
which  I  will  give  below,  there  is  no  point 
to  my  naming  him.  He  is  very  handsome, 
unusually  intelligent  and  I  enjoyed  my- 
self very  much  when  we  were  out.  He  is 
not  only  a  fine  performer  but  quite  liter- 
ate and  a  conversation  with  him  is  not  just 
a  time -passing  exercise  but  a  rewarding 
experience. 

I've  been  spending  most  of  my  time  these 
past  few  weeks  with  him,  but  it's  all  over 
now  ...  for  a  while  anyway.  Soon  I'll  leave 
for  Korea.  When  I  get  back  he  is  due  to 
go  to  Europe  for  a  picture.  Just  about  the 
time  he  returns  I'll  be  taking  off  for  South 
Africa.  So  nice  to  have  met  you! 

EDITOR'S  NOTE:   Of  course  we  can't 
talk  for  Piper  but  we  can  supply  some 
facts  for  the  benefit  of  any  readers  who 
might  be  wondering  about  the  identity  of 
the  actor  mentioned  here.  Following  the 
premiere  of  Call  Me  Madam  Piper  at- 
tended a  party  at  Romanoff's  and  was  in- 
troduced to  Carlos  Thompson  the  Argen- 
tinian importation.  Both  were  members  of 
different  groups,  neither  had  a  partner,  and 
almost  immediately  they  paired  off.  They 
sat  and  danced  together  for  the  rest  of  the 
evening.  When  Piper  went  to  the  Academy 
Awards  she  was  escorted  by  Carlos.  He 
also  took  her  to  the  big  party  at  Chasens 
afterwards.  They  were  seen  together  again 
not  long  afterwards  attending  an  amateur 
performance  of  Iolanthe  at  the  Westlake 
School  in  Bel-Air,  and  they  topped  off 
that  night  by  dining  and  dancing  at  the 
Macayo  in  Santa  Monica.  Carlos,  though 
from  Buenos  Aires,  speaks  perfect  Eng- 
lish. He  is  sharply  handsome,  and  he  is 
certainly  "literate"  since  he  is  the  author 
of  a  book  printed  in  Argentina  entitled, 
"All  Is  God."  And,  just  to  tie  things  in  a 
little  closer,  it  happens  that  he  is  leaving 
soon  for  Europe  on  a  picture,  and  he  is  re- 
ported to  have  used  rich,  romantic  words 
in  describing  Piper.  Yes,  the  man  could 
very  well  be  Carlos.  And  if  it  is  he  will 
be  the  first  Latin  in  her  life. 

PIPER:  My  sister  Sherry e,  who  is  two 
years  older  than  I,  was  married  at  17.  This 
doesn't  make  me  a  lady  of  very  much  dis- 
tinction around  the  house  socially.  Sherrye 
has  made  her  mark  as  a  woman  while  I'm 
still  aiming. 

Until  last  year  Sherrye  used  to  talk  to 
me  a  lot  about  boys  and  how  to  convert 
boys  generally  into  the  boy  specifically 
which,  she  implies,  is  the  main  business  of 
girlhood.  She  made  a  big  effort  to  sort  of 
give  me  the  proper  viewpoint  about  this 
process.  And  I  think  she  was  satisfied  with 
my  progress  last  year  because  she  told  me 
confidently,  "Well,  by  this  time  next  year 
you  are  sure  to  be  married." 

Well  .  .  .  here  we  are  .  .  .  this  year  .  .  . 
and  Piper  is  still  unattached.  And  Sherrye 
has  nothing  more  to  say  to  me.  She  just 
sits  kind  of  baffled  and  studies  me  till  I 
90  think  she  is  seeing  me  20  years  from  now 


.  a  squeaky  old  maid,  dry  and  withered.     taste   a   thing,   so   I   just   left   it  there. 


MRS.  SHERRYE  WADE  (Piper's  sis- 
ter) :  Of  course  all  this  talk  about  wor- 
rying over  marriage  is  silly  as  far  as  Piper 
is  concerned.  She's  just  21.  The  thing  is 
that  as  a  little  girl  she,  like  a  lot  of  young- 
sters, thought  she  would  surely  fall  in  love 
at  16.  A  girl  of  21  seemed  then  to  her  like 
an  elderly  adult.  And  some  of  this  kind 
of  thinking  still  hangs  on  to  Piper.  But  as 
far  as  that  goes  she  could  be  married  now 
if  she  wanted  to  drop  her  standards  .  .  . 
which  I'm  quite  sure  she  won't.  Young  girls 
think  of  marriage  like  poets  do;  it's  some- 
thing to  sing  about  and  you  can't  sing  until 
the  music  starts.  You  just  have  to  keep 
listening  for  it. 

PIPER:  Any  girl  my  age  gets  the 
"whens"  .  .  .  you  know,  when  do  I  meet 
him,  when  will  he  say  the  word,  when  will 
we  wed?  (And  if  he  doesn't  hurry  up  I'll 
be  so  annoyed  he'll  have  a  bitter  girl  on 
his  hands!) 

So  I  keep  thinking  of  it  all  right.  And 
when  I  don't  think  of  it  things  happen 
which  bring  it  to  mind.  I  have  a  cousin 
Joan,  in  Detroit,  who  is  only  18.  Somehow, 
in  my  mind,  she  is  just  a  baby;  in  fact  I 
used  to  baby  her  and  give  her  advice  like 
Sherrye  gave  me  (I  think  sometimes  I 
passed  it  on  word  for  word,  with  a  very 
wise  look  in  my  eyes) .  Well,  Joan  has  just 
let  the  family  know  ...  she  is  being  married 
in  June! 

A  smart  girl  is  one  who  knows  how 
to  play  tennis,  golf,  piano — and 
dumb. 

Marilyn  Monroe 

As  if  this  wasn't  enough,  consider  what 
happens  with  my  old  high  school  crowd. 
There  were  25  of  us  who  stayed  pretty 
close;  anything  that  happened  to  one  was 
supposed  to  be  passed  on  to  the  other  24. 
Well,  eventually,  after  high  school,  mar- 
riage began  happening,  of  course.  The  first 
one  got  married,  then  another,  then  soon 
there  was  a  half-dozen  who  could  say, 
"Call  me  Mrs."  But  it  didn't  stop  there. 
In  the  past  year  and  a  half  there  has  been 
a  grand  rush  and  the  score  is  now  23  mar- 
ried, two  single. 

Not  that  it  made  me  frantic  or  anything; 
after  all  I  had  my  career,  I  was  busy,  I  had 
little  time  to  get  around  ...  I  kept  telling 
myself.  And  all  the  time  I  had  one  tiny 
consolation;  I  had  company,  I  wasn't  the 
last,  the  25th  .  .  .  yet.  It  was  the  idea  of 
it,  the  thought  of  the  other  24  girls  saying, 
"Poor  Piper!  Can  you  imagine?  Still 
single!"  All  that  sympathy  ...  a  girl  could 
drown  in  it. 

Two  days  ago,  two  days  before  I  wrote 
this,  I  dropped  into  Wil  Wright's  for  some 
ice  cream  and  ran  into  a  man  I  knew — 
the  brother-in-law  of  the  other  remaining 
single  girl.  He  came  up  to  me  and  I  saw 
that  he  was  breaking  into  a  faceful  of 
news  that  he  just  had  to  tell  me.  "No!  Not 
that!"  I  said  to  myself.  But  it  was.  She, 
Karlyn  Glasser,  the  last  girl  between  me 
and  utter  (if  temporary,  I  hope!)  ignominy, 
was  engaged.  She'll  be  married  this  sum- 
mer. This  summer  .  .  .  when  I'll  probably 
be  on  a  train,  or  a  plane,  or  very  likely 
trying  to  fall  asleep  in  a  tent  on  the 
African  veldt  by  counting  antelopes  or 
gnus  or  whatever  they  use  out  there  for 
sheep.  , 
"Isn't  that  great  news?"  asked  Karlyn  s 
brother-in-law. 

"Wonderful!"  I  cried,  but  I  didn't  blame 
him  for  looking  at  me  in  surprise.  My  voice 
did  sound  funny.  I  tried  to  tell  myself  I 
wasn't  upset,  and  I  knew  that  deep  within 
me  I  was  happy  for  Karlyn's  sake.  But 
what  did  it  make  me?  When  the  ice  cream 
came  I  took  three  spoonfulls  and  couldn't 


VIVIAN  LEWIS  (waitress  at  Wil 
Wright's):  I  remember  the  night  Piper 
came  in.  She  always  finished  her  ice  cream. 
It  was  quite  a  blow  to  have  her  leave  her 
dish  practically  untouched.  We  thought  it 
was  us. 

BETTY  MITCHELL  (Studio  publicist): 
Pooh!  Don't  let  Piper  kid  you.  She's  young, 
beautiful  and  famous.  Also  happy. 

ROSE  DONOHUE  (Betty's  assistant): 
Yes,  but  she  wants  to  be  young,  beautiful, 
famous  and  in  love.  And  she  knows  only 
that  will  bring  a  real  happiness. 

PIPER:  Of  course,  there  is  my  father 
who  never  talks  much  and  has  to  be  really 
drawn  out  on  the  subject  of  romance.  I 
wonder  how  he  feels  and  I  am  beginning 
to  get  a  pretty  good  idea.  When  I  was  16 
or  17  and  went  out  with  a  boy  as  much  as 
twice  he'd  be  sure  to  ask,  sooner  or  later, 
"Say,  isn't  this  getting  to  be  serious?" 
Nowadays?  Well,  now  I  can  go  out  a  half 
dozen  or  more  times  with  the  same  boy 
and  he  doesn't  say  a  word!  He  only  looks 
as  if  he  might  be  quite  willing  to  listen 
to  some  announcement. 

MR.  ALFRED  JACOBS  (Piper's  father) : 
H'm'm.  . 

PIPER:  If  he  has  changed,  if  he  is  taking 
another  view  of  things,  like  it's  time  I 
made  a  move,  well  ...  I  can  only  point  out 
that  mother  was  22  before  she  married  him. 

MR.  JACOBS:  H'm'm'm. 

MRS.  JACOBS:  We've  been  married  26 
years  and  we  are  very  happy.  Piper  will  be 
too.  From  what  I  hear  she  has  gotten  a 
lot  of  proposals  but  she  says  the  boys  are 
kidding. 

ROCK  HUDSON:  I  proposed  to  Piper 
while  we  were  doing  retakes  on  The  Gold- 
en Blade.  I  said,  "Piper,  after  this  picture 
is  over  let's  go  to  Mexico.  Of  course,  we'll 
have  to  be  married."  I  guess  that  wasn't  the 
way  to  frame  a  proposal  properly.  But 
anyway  she  said,  "Thank  you.  And  now 
let's  get  back  to  work."  So  we  went  back 
to  work. 

DICK  LONG  (currently  in  All  Ameri- 
can at  Universal):  Of  course  Piper  and 
I  have  discussed  marriage  .  .  .  theoretically. 
Since  we  first  worked  together  in  Univer- 
sal's  dramatic  school  three  years  ago  I 
guess  we've  yakked  about  everything  un- 
der the  sun  at  one  time  or  another. 

You  learn  a  lot  about  people  just  yakking 
.  .  .  especially  when  you're  working  with 
them.  Piper's  a  good  sport  .  .  .  concentrating 
on  her  career  .  .  .  (the  hours  we've  spent 
talking  show  business)  .  .  .  but  interested 
in  other  things  and  other  people  and  their 
problems.  Her  mother  and  father  are  like 
that,  too  .  .  .  warm,  friendly  and  com- 
fortable to  be  with. 

A  date  with  Piper  is  always  fun — and 
sometimes  unusual.  For  instance  Christmas 
1951.  I  was  in  the  service  then  .  .  .  enroute 
to  Korea.  Three  days  after  I  landed  in 
Japan  who  should  show  up  but  Piper. 
There  to  do  camp  and  hospital  shows. 
Was  I  glad  to  see  her! 

PIPER:  Everybody  kids  a  girl  about 
marrying.  My  Aunt  Dorothy  was  visiting 
us  and  asked  me  if  I  was  thinking  of  mar- 
riage. I  said,  "Sure."  She  said,  "Wonder- 
ful! I'd  love  to  be  able  to  attend  the 
ceremonies  while  I'm  still  here." " 

The  grips  on  the  set  always  ask  me  when 
I'm  going  to  get  married.  The  cameramen 
have  a  whole  conspiracy.  They  keep  pre- 
tending to  be  worried  about  a  haunting 
look  creeping  into  my  expression.  They 
say  I  really  must  do  something  about  it  .  .  . 
like  going  to  my  own  wedding. 

Marriage,  anybody?  ENB 


making  up  for  lost  time 

(Continued  from  page  57)  The  building 
into  which  Jane  Wyman  walked  that  night 
was  the  famous  Hollywood  Masquers'  Club 
— and  Jane  was  one  of  the  few  women 
ever  to  enter  its  portals.  Definitely  she 
was  the  only  lady  movie  star  to  be  asked 
into  the  building.  The  occasion  was  as 
unique  as  the  incident  appeared.  For  that 
night  the  Masquers  were  giving  Jane  Wy- 
man an  honorary  dinner,  something  they 
have  reserved  for  only  the  most  renowned 
male  actors — and  a  feast  and  tribute  no 
Masquer  ever  thought  would  be  accorded 
a  female. 

The  Masquers  who  were  there  that  night 
will  tell  you  there  has  never  been  a  hap- 
pier evening  in  the  club,  nor  were  more 
enthusiastic  speeches  ever  aimed  at  a  ce- 
lebrity. Two  hundred  men  sat  about  the 
room,  the  dais  was  jammed  with  stars, 
executives  and  officers  of  the  club,  and  in 
the  very  center  sat  Jane,  the  lone  woman. 
Speakers  arose  and,  as  they  do  at  such 
banquets,  told  of  the  qualities  of  the  guest 
of  honor  and  of  the  laurels  she  had  won. 

There  was  Vince  Barnett,  the  comedian, 
who  spoke  of  the  early  days  in  Jane's  ca- 
reer and  told  how  she  had  never  changed 
with  success.  "But  he  didn't  tell,"  Jane 
said,  "about  how  he  used  to  feed  me  when 
I  was  hungry."  There  were  the  casting 
men  who  had  given  her  a  helping  hand, 
the  actors  who  had  spoken  to  directors 
about  her  when  she  needed  the  jobs  and 
the  boosts;  and  the  directors  themselves 
who  bragged  now  that  they  had  been  lucky 
to  get  her.  And  then  Jack  Warner,  the 
head  of  Warner  Brothers,  who  modestly 
said:  "Jane  has  been  working  for  me  for 
nearly  15  years  now — and  just  for  that  she 
ought  to  be  given  a  banquet." 

Then  Jane  was  called  upon  to  speak.  She 
had  prepared  something  in  her  mind,  an 
outline  expressing  thanks  for  the  honor  of 
the  night.  But  as  she  stood  up  to  talk  it 
all  went  out  of  her  head,  and  she  just 
looked  down  at  the  table  cloth,  so  they 
wouldn't  see  the  mist  in  her  eyes,  and 
spoke  extemporaneously.  She  started  with 
the  man  at  the  foot  of  the  table  and  she 
told  how  good  a  friend  he  had  been — and 
then  she  went  the  length  of  the  board  and 
all  about  the  room,  and  she  picked  familiar 
faces  from  the  crowd  and  gave  credit  for 
her  success  to  all  of  them  one  by  one. 
Afterwards  they  all  drifted  about  the  club 
house  and  talked  and  sang  songs  together. 
When  the  doors  closed  finally  in  the  small 
hours  of  the  morning,  the  caretaker 
shuffled  off  to  his  quarters  muttering  hap- 
pily that  it  had  been  the  grandest  Masquers 
banquet  of  them  all. 

Thus,  it  would  seem  that  in  1953  the  star 
of  Jane  Wyman  has  risen  to  its  zenith.  That 
with  almost  20  years  of  screen  acting  be- 
hind her  she  has  reached  the  promise  of 
her  career.  She  has  received  just  about 
every  recognition  Hollywood  gives  its  own, 
as  well  as  accolades  from  the  public  and 
press  of  almost  every  nation.  She  has  an 
Academy  Award.  She  has  been  known  as 
the  sexiest  of  the  leggy  young  contract 
girls — and  she  lasted  to  get  an  Oscar  for  a 
believable  portrait  of  a  mute  drab.  She 
has  been  married,  has  had  children,  has 
been  divorced  and  married  again.  And 
today  she  stands  as  proof  that  in  Holly- 
wood anything  can  happen  if  a  girl  has 
talent  and  fortitude.    And  luck. 

WT  hat  is  Jane  Wyman 's  life  like  today? 
"  Well,  those  who  have  known  her 
since  she  first  came  to  Hollywood  as  a 
blonde  young  dancer  say  that  the  years 
have  been  more  than  kind  to  her.  She  has 
embellished  the  face  and  figure  that  even 
as  a  kid  stopped  traffic  on  the  studio  lots. 
She  has  all  the  vigor  she  started  with,  and 
certainly  the  health.  Time  has  brought  her 


riches,  too — and  she  lives  a  bit  differently 
than  the  early  days — in  a  fine  home,  with 
the  ice  box  and  deep  freeze  well  filled. 

With  her  husband  of  a  few  months,  Fred 
Karger,  Jane  has  a  household  of  five — her 
children,  Mike  and  Maureen,  and  Fred's 
11-year-old  daughter  Terry.  They  live  a 
rather  simple  life,  built  around  the  activi- 
ties of  the  kids  when  they're  not  working. 
But  in  the  evenings,  except  for  the  few 
occasions  when  they  dine  out  or  go  to 
small  parties,  Jane  and  Fred  make  it  a 
family  affair  around  the  TV  set  or  a  corn- 
popper  in  the  fireplace. 

"What  I  really  want  out  of  life  now," 
Jane  said,  pert  as  a  teen-ager  impersonat- 
ing a  grown-up,  "is  the  relaxation  that  is 
supposed  to  come  after  a  long  stretch  at 
the  factory.  I  want  to  take  it  easy  between 
pictures  now,  and  maybe  between  assign- 
ments get  a  chance  to  travel  to  Europe  and 
see  the  sights  of  the  world  I've  been  too 
busy  to  look  at  before." 

Actually,  it  is  a  little  difficult  trying  to 
think  of  Jane  Wyman  taking  things  easy. 
An  average  day  in  her  life  consists  of  rising 
at  6:30  a.m.  for  an  early  studio  call,  keep- 
ing the  make-up  staff  in  stitches  as  she 
gets  ready  for  the  day,  coming  on  to  the 
set  like  Gangbusters  and  chattering  like  a 
Minah  bird  until  lunch,  doing  a  publicity 
interview  from  12:00  to  1:00  and  then 
back  on  to  the  set  with  the  same  enthu- 
siasm until  the  6:00  whistle  blows.  After 
that  she's  ready  for  a  hearty  dinner,  a 
party,  fun  with  the  kids,  or  a  quiet  session 
with  a  novel  before  turning  out  the  light 
for  a  few  hours'  sleep.  This  routine  is  not 
pressed  upon  her.   She  demands  it. 

A  few  weeks  ago  Jane  threw  a  party. 
Most  of  the  people  attending  were  from  the 
movie  she  was  making  or  they  were  work- 
ing on  other  films.  About  11:00  the  fear- 
some early  risers  began  to  drift,  and  at 
midnight  Jane  and  Fred  saw  the  last  of 
them  to  the  door.  Fred  looked  a  bit  sleepy, 
but  Jane  was  wide  awake.  As  she  started 
up  for  the  shut-eye  that  was  to  last  her 
until  six  or  so  the  next  morning,  she 
frowned.  "I  guess  they  didn't  have  a  very 
good  time,"  she  said.  "Nobody  wanted  to 
stay." 

"Yes,  dear,"  her  husband  said,  not  trou- 
bling to  remind  her  that  other  people 
weren't  made  of  iron. 

Maybe  Jane  Wyman  has  been  saving  up 
for  the  lusty  life  she  manages  to  cram  into 
every  24  hours  now.  For  the  past  five 
years,  ever  since  she  has  been  divorced 
from  Ronald  Reagan,  she  has  been  a  bache- 
lor girl,  with  most  of  the  spare  time  on 
her  hands  that  the  average  bachelor  girl 
falls  heir  to.  Although  she  has  been  linked 
with  men  a  few  times  during  that  five 
years,  the  times  between  were  long  and 
the  romances  few.  She  had  interests,  all 
right,  but  none  of  the  purpose  a  girl  can 
find  with  a  man  of  her  own.  Now  she  is 
catching  up. 

l^RED  Karger,  Jane's  husband,  is  a  perfect 
A  mate  for  her.  He  is  not  at  all  the  Holly- 
wood type  of  man,  not  the  playboy  sort 
who  haunts  the  parties  and  dates  a  differ- 
ent doll  every  night.  Fred  comes  from  a 
rather  well-to-do  family,  but  he  has  al- 
ways worked  for  a  living.  For  a  few  years 
he  has  been  the  leader  of  an  orchestra 
that  played  for  most  of  the  society  parties 
given  in  Los  Angeles  and  Pasadena,  and  a 
few  Hollywood  parties.  During  the  day  he 
is  composer,  arranger  and  the  supervising 
musical  director  of  Columbia  Studio.  As  a 
matter  of  fact,  although  they  have  known 
each  other  casually  for  years,  it  wasn't 
until  Jane  began  making  Let's  Do  It 
Again  at  Columbia  that  they  first  became 
more  than  casually  attracted  to  each  other. 

Music  is  a  kindred  interest  with  Jane 
and  her  husband.  Fred  is  a  fine  pianist 
and  accompanist,  and  there  is  nothing  that 
pleases  Jane  more  than  to  have  someone 


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you  know  she's  not  bad.  With  music  for 
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quite  a  feat  with  a  girl  as  singularly  posi- 
tive as  Jane  Wyman  Karger. 

"I  don't  know  how  anybody  stands  me 
sometimes,"  she  said.  "I  get  an  idea  about 
something  and  that's  it.  Maybe  sometimes 
I'm  wrong,  but  while  I  think  I'm  right  I 
can't  be  fooled  with.  It  must  be  a  kind 
providence  that  brought  Fred  and  me  to- 
gether. He  not  only  thinks  the  way  I  do— 
I  find  myself  agreeing  with  him  as  soon  as 
we  begin  discussing  something." 

It  is  a  very  difficult  thing  in  Hollywood 
generally  for  a  movie  star  to  find  a  hus- 
band she  can  also  work  with.  In  the  case 
of  an  actress  and  actor  being  married  you'd 
think  it  would  be  a  cinch,  but  it  isn't.  Di- 
rectors married  to  stars  seldom  get  a 
chance  to  make  movies  together.  But  it 
looks  as  though  Jane  and  Fred  will  be  able 
to  overcome  this  problem.  Jane  is  defi- 
nitely interested  in  making  musical  pic- 
tures, as  well  as  records,  and  Fred  can  be 
the  musical  advisor  around  the  house. 
Even  if  a  film  isn't  a  musical  there  is  al- 
ways a  score.  This  makes  it  possible  for 
them  to  go  abroad  if  they  want  to  and  still 
not  have  to  give  up  part  of  the  career  of 
one  of  them. 

Professionally,  Jane  Wyman  has  never 
been  in  better  shape.  Not  even  right  after 
she  won  the  Oscar  for  Johnny  Belinda.  She 
has  a  couple  of  unreleased  musicals  in  the 
can  and  as  this  is  being  written  she  is 
getting  ready  to  begin  one  of  the  most  de- 
manding roles  of  her  career  in  So  Big. 

"The  thing  that  bothers  me  about  this 
picture,"  Jane  said,  "is  that  I  have  to  look 
18.  Then  I  go  to  about  60.  That's  a  big 
jump." 

Well,  Warner  Brothers  aren't  too  con- 
cerned. She  can  play  18  without  make-up, 
and  a  bit  of  old  grey  hair  and  a  swab  or 
two  of  pallid  make-up,  a  nest  of  wrinkles 
and  she's  60.  But  the  studio  does  feel  that 
So  Big  is  one  of  its  most  important  films 
in  years,  they  plan  it  on  a  grand  scale,  so 
Jane  can  be  sure  that  next  fall  when  it  is 
released  she  will  have  another  important 
dramatic  offering  to  offer  the  critics  and 
award-givers. 

One  of  the  early  maddening  ambitions  of 
Jane  Wyman's  life  was  to  be  a  dra- 
matic actress.  And  it  was  at  Warner  Broth- 
ers, where  she  has  made  her  biggest  hits 
in  the  past  few  years,  that  she  developed 
her  most  awful  frustrations.  Casting  a 
picture  in  those  days  of  box-office  magic, 
when,  as  the  saying  goes,  all  a  theater 
manager  had  to  do  was  open  the  door  and 
stand  out  of  the  way  to  let  the  customers 
charge  in,  was  done  according  to  a  casting 
book.  ,  If  a  producer  had  to  make  a  picture 


in  which  an  actress  was  to  lose  her  baby  to 
a  rich  husband,  all  he  had  to  do  was  get 
an  actress  who  could  cry.  If  he  wanted  a 
comedy,  he  got  an  actress  who  could  tell 
a  joke  or  hit  the  leading  man  in  the  face 
with  a  ripe  tomato. 

Jane  Wyman,  in  the  casting  books,  was 
a  cute  little  buffoon  who  could  dance.  Pe- 
riod. She  spent  several  weary  years  try- 
ing to  tell  the  men  in  the  front  office  that 
she  could  also  cry — and  would  like  to  get 
a  chance  to  make  an  audience  cry,  too. 
One  day  a  part  came  up  that  Bette  Davis 
was  being  considered  for,  but  Bette  for 
some  reason  or  other  couldn't  make  the 
starting  gate.  Jane,  who  usually  walked 
around  the  lot  in  slacks  and  sweaters,  de- 
cided to  make  an  impression  as  a  sad  one, 
and  for  a  week  or  two  she  wore  what  were 
practically  widow's  weeds  to  the  studio. 
Nothing  happened.  She'd  trot  about  like 
a  saddened  woman  in  search  of  a  tomb- 
stone, but  no  one  paid  any  attention,  except 
to  say,  "Hi  Janie,"  just  as  always. 

She  tried  throwing  a  sombre  note  into 
lunch  in  the  commissary,  dropping  in  at- 
tired as  Mother  Hubbard,  or  close  to  it. 
Nothing  happened.  Then  one  day  she  saw 
a  producer  eyeing  her  carefully.  She  put 
on  the  sour  puss  and  waited.  Sure  enough 
he  came  over  to  her  table  and  gave  her  a 
closer  inspection.   Finally  he  spoke. 

"Do  you  think,"  he  said,  "that  you  could 
play  a  burlesque  dancer?  I've  been  watch- 
ing you — and  you  seem  to  me  to  be  just 
the  type." 

"Out  of  my  way,"  Jane  cried  and  dashed 
from  the  commissary. 

The  way  she  got  Johnny  Belinda  is  that 
producer  Jerry  Wald  saw  her  dressed  like 
a  cutie  one  day  and,  being  a  great  believer 
in  off-beat  casting,  decided  she  was  just  the 
type  to  play  a  deaf  mute. 

It  is  a  strange  thing  that  today,  after 
topping  all  the  laurels  she  needs  as  a  dra- 
matic actress,  Jane  Wyman  likes  nothing 
better  than  to  have  her  agent  call  up  and 
say  that  somebody  wants  her  for  a  crazy 
musical. 

Time  has  been  kind  to  Jane  Wyman — and 
the  Jane  Wyman  of  today  will  be  the  first 
to  tell  you  that.  Along  with  the  progress 
of  her  career,  her  emotional  life  has  been 
fruitful.  While  she  was  married  to  Ronald 
Reagan  she  was  very  much  the  housewife 
and  early  mother.  They  were  serenely 
happy  together  until  their  different  inter- 
ests broke  them  up.  When  the  separation 
did  come  it  was  not  one  of  the  ugly  messes 
that  are  so  common  in  Hollywood,  but  a 
grown-up  facing  of  a  mutual  problem.  And 
even  after  the  divorce,  when  most  movie 
couples  are  victims  of  sniping  tongues  and 
speculations,  Jane  managed  to  keep  a  dig- 
nity in  her  position  of  grass  widow. 

The  only  other  romances  of  consequence 
she  has  ever  had  were  the  ones  with  Greg 
Bautzer,  which  she  herself  will  admit  was 
just  fun,  and  the  short-lived  engagement 
to  Travis  Kleefeld.  There  has  never  been 


a  nicer  young  man  to  invade  the  stars' 
domain  than  Travis,  so  there  was  no 
finger  of  defamation  pointed  at  her  in 
that  matter  either.  In  between,  Jane  has 
kept  her  lady-like  character  and  was  still 
able  to  keep  her  reputation  as  a  fun  girl 
and,  incidentally,  a  great  wit. 

This  year  is  a  new  beginning  of  the  road 
for  Jane  Wyman.  What  has  happened 
to  her  in  her  life  before  this  year  has  been 
wonderful,  but  it  has  not  been  fulfilling 
enough  to  satisfy  her.  She  began  1953 
with  a  rainbow  shining  across  the  hill  from 
her  bedroom  window  on  New  Year's  Day, 
and  she  vowed,  she  says,  on  that  morning 
to  start  to  find  all  the  happiness  and  good 
things  that  are  promised  folks  who  find 
the  end  of  that  rainbow.  During  the  early 
part  of  the  year  she  fell  in  love  and  her 
home  was  filled  as  fully  as  her  heart.  She 
is  at  an  age  now  where  she  appreciates 
the  comforts  that  can  come  from  children, 
and  where  she  can  look  long  at  the  trophies 
of  her  craft  that  fill  her  den  and  feel  a 
warmth  from  them. 

She  wants  to  build  a  dream  that  will 
come  true. 

"I  guess  I  haven't  knocked  around 
much,"  she  said,  "but  somehow  I  feel  as 
though  I  have  and  I  want  the  fruits  of  the 
hard  work  I  have  done  to  be  about  me  from 
now  on.  I've  loved  my  home  and  my  fam- 
ily before,  but  never  as  much  as  now.  This 
is  my  year  to  move." 

There  will  be  another  ceremony  at  the 
Masquers  Club  in  Hollywood  one  of  these 
nights  soon.  One  that  Jane  is  not  aware  of 
at  the  moment.  It  is  called  The  Spelvin 
Award.  It  has  been  given  to  very  few 
actors  and,  again,  no  actresses.  It  is  named 
after  the  legendary  actor  who  has  appeared 
on  many  playbills  but  has  never  existed, 
George  Spelvin.  George  Spelvin  is  the 
name  used  in  the  theater  when  an  actor 
plays  two  roles — and  does  not  desire  to  be 
billed  in  one  of  them.  It  is  actually  a  trib- 
ute to  a  performer  of  great  versatility. 

One  night  soon  the  long  limousine  from 
the  Masquers  will  again  pull  up  before 
Jane  Wyman's  home.  The  six  men  in  the 
top  hats  will  alight  again  and  escort  her 
to  the  club.  She  will  once  again  be  the 
only  woman  in  the  place,  a  girl  and  200 
men.  The  usual  speeches  will  be  made. 
And  Jane  will  be  called  upon  again  to 
make  an  address,  to  talk  to  and  about 
the  fellows  she  has  known  all  of  her 
professional  life.  And  then  the  Spelvin 
Award  will  be  in  her  hands.  It  is  a  statue 
of  a  man  in  a  tall  silk  hat,  a  bit  battered 
but  still  doing  a  show.  That's  Jane  Wy- 
man, a  woman,  but  the  only  one  in  her 
line  of  work  to  get  this  recognition. 

And  when  she  gets  home,  she'll  put  it  in 
the  breakfront  along  with  the  rest  of  her 
prizes,  and  she'll  treasure  it  always.  But 
it  won't  mean  the  cap  on  a  career  for  Jane. 
No,  sir,  she's  looking  ahead.  She's  just 
going  to  get  going  in  1953.  END 


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(Continued  jrom  page  33)  talk  so  openly!" 

There  was  so  much  honesty  in  what  Joan 
said  and  so  much  distress  in  her  voice  that 
I  reached  over  and  patted  her  hand. 

We  were  sitting  in  a  quiet  corner,  away 
from  the  other  guests  at  a  small  dinner 
party  at  my  home.  Dinner  was  over — and 
I  knew  Joan  wanted  to  talk  to  me.  And 
you  can  bet  I  wanted  to  talk  to  her! 

When  the  others  started  talking  or 
gathered  around  the  piano  to  sing,  I  mo- 
tioned for  Joan  to  join  me  away  from  the 
group.  (I  think  most  of  them  would  have 
given  anything  to  have  heard  what  we 
were  saying  for  the  Crawford  vs.  Monroe 
92  feud  was  still  the  talk  of  the  town.) 


Joan  and  I  have  been  friends  for  many 
years  now  and  I  feel  I  understand  her 
very  well. 

I  sincerely  believe  she  would  give  any- 
thing in  the  world  if  she  had  never  said 
those  things  about  Marilyn.  But,  once  the 
damage  was  done,  you've  got  to  admire  her 
spunk  for  saying  she  was  not  misquoted! 

She  was  in  the  firing  line— but  she  was 
standing  there  taking  it— and  saying  she 
was  sorry!  You've  got  to  admire  a  girl 
like  that. 

Joan  leaned  toward  me  and  said  softly, 
"There's  still  room  in  this  town  for  both 
of  us.  I  feel  if  I  were  to  meet  Marilyn  face 
to  face  I'd  say,  'Hi,  there,'— and  we'd  shake 
hands.  . 

"The  fight  seems  to  be  more  with  her 
studio   (20th)   and  the  press  against  me 


rather  than  the  fans  although  I  have  had 
a  few  letters  of  criticism. 

"One  was  from  a  sergeant  who  is  great 
Marilyn  Monroe  fan.  He  enclosed  an  awful 
picture  of  me  in  a  bathing  suit  with  my 
hair  all  fizzy.  The  caption  was  to  the  effect 
that  I  was  skyrocketing  like  the  Fourth  of 
July.  The  sergeant  wrote:  'This  is  exactly 
how  Miss  Monroe  dresses  today,  only  you 
haven't  her  good  points!' " 

It  was  typical  of  Joan  to  tell  this  on 
herself. 

She  went  on,  "I  wrote  to  the  sergeant 
and  told  him  that  the  blatant  picture  most 
certainly  was  me.  But  I  explained  that  I 
had  since  learned  that  flaunting  your  sex 
in  clothes,  photographs  or  in  action  is  not 
good  for  an  actress. 

"Perhaps  I  subconscious  '  felt  I  could 


help  Marilyn  because  I  had  worked  so  hard 
to  overcome  the  many  things  wrong  with 
me  and  I  am  still  grateful  to  more  ex- 
perienced actresses  who  gave  me  advice — 
and  criticism — along  the  way." 

It  was  almost  time  for  us  to  rejoin  my 
guests  unless  I  was  going  to  be  a  rude 
hostess  and  I  said  so  to  Joan.  She  nodded. 
Then,  as  we  rose,  she  said  quickly: 

"Louella,  just  one  more  thing.  I  do  want 
Marilyn  to  know  how  bitterly  sorry  I  am 
that  this  interview  was  ever  printed.  But 
for  this  thing  to  go  on  and  on,  as  though 
someone  had  been  murdered,  is  ridiculous." 

We  now  lap -dissolve  (as  they  say  in 
movie  scripts)  back  to  a  conversation  I 
had  with  Marilyn  the  day  after  Joan's  blis- 
tering interview  hit  the  press. 

She  had  been  crying  her  eyes  out  all 
night.  Her  voice  was  so  choked  up  she 
sounded  as  though  she  had  a  terrible  cold. 

"I  don't  believe  Miss  Crawford  said 
those  things  about  me,"  she  whispered. 
"Everybody's  calling,  calling,  calling,  to  see 
what  I  have  to  say.    What  shall  I  do?" 

"Say  'No  comment'  to  everything — and 
then  you  can't  get  in  trouble,"  I  advised 
my  little  blonde  friend. 

But  three  weeks  later,  with  letters  from 
the  fans  pouring  in,  I  called  Marilyn  again 
and  told  her  I  thought  the  time  had  come 
for  her  to  say  something. 

The  intervening  weeks  had  calmed  Mari- 
lyn down  to  a  noticeable  degree.  This  time 
she  really  had  a  bad  cold  and  she  had  been 
out  of  the  hospital  just  24  hours  when 
she  dropped  by  my  house  in  the  afternoon. 

Che  looked  very  pretty  if  still  a  little  ill 
^  and  her  suit  was  simple  and  in  good 
taste.  I  remembered  the  first  time  I  had  met 
her,  just  as  she  was  starting  her  sensa- 
tional climb,  at  a  party  at  Joseph  Schenck's 
home.  The  dress  she  wore  was  cut  too  low 
and  she  looked  like  a  siren — until  she 
opened  her  mouth. 

j  Then  I  realized  what  a  shy,  ill-at-ease 
girl  she  really  was,  despite  all  her  lush, 
sexy  beauty.  Her  sudden,  dizzying  success 
had  given  her  confidence — but  not  much. 

Marilyn  slipped  into  a  chair  and  tossed 
jher  jacket  back  because  the  day  was  warm. 
\After  we  had  chatted  a  minute  about  this 
and  that,  she  got  to  the  point. 

"Miss  Parsons,"  she  has  never  called  me 
Louella — nor  does  she  call  many  people  by 
their  first  name,  "I  don't  want  to  feud  with 
anyone.  All  I  want  is  to  get  to  feeling  well 
again  and  get  good  pictures  at  the  studio 
and  learn  to  become  a  better  actress. 

"I  think  the  thing  that  hit  me  the  hard- 
est about  Miss  Crawford's  story  is  that  it 
came  from  Tier.  I've  always  admired  her 
for  being  such  a  wonderful  mother— for 
taking  four  children  and  giving  them  a  fine 
home.  Who,  better  than  I,  knows  what  it 
means  to  homeless  little  ones. 

"Although  I  don't  know  Miss  Crawford 
very  well— J  met  her  once  at  a  dinner 
party,  she  was  a  symbol  to  me  of  kindness 
and  understanding  to  those  who  need  help 

"At  first,  all  I  could  think  of  was  'Why 
should  she  select  me  to  blast?'  She's  a  great 
star.  I'm  just  starting.  And  then,  when  the 
first  hurt  began  to  die  down,  I  told  myself 
she  must  have  spoken  to  Mr.  Thomas  im- 
pulsively, without  thinking. 

"In  view  of  many  things  that  have  hap- 
pened since  the  article  appeared,  I'm  be- 
ginning to  look  on  it  as  a  blessing  in  dis- 
guise. If  it  had  never  been  printed  I  might 
never  have  realized  how  many  friends  I 
have,  even  ones  I've  never  met. 
I  'Lots  of  GIs  wrote  me  letters  saying, 
We  like  you  the  way  you  are.'  Miss  Par- 
sons, that  meant  a  lot  to  me.  It's  one  thing 
that  made  me  decide  to  go  to  Korea  if  I 
never  do  another  thing  in  my  life.  I 
couldn't  get  over  the  fact  that  so  many 
kids,  who  were  having  it  so  bad  themselves, 
didn't  want  me  to  have  my  feelings  hurt. 


That's  not  all.  People  in  our  business 
were  so  unexpectedly  kind.  As  you  know, 
I  don't  know  many  stars  outside  of  the 
few  I've  worked  with.  Think  of  it,  Betty 
Grable,  the  biggest  star  on  the  20th  lot 
asked  me  to  lunch  with  her  and  she  said: 

"'Marilyn,  don't  let  this  get  you  down. 
I've  taken  plenty  of  criticism  and  so  have 
other  actresses.  Just  keep  plugging.  The 
important  things  are  your  career — and  try- 
ing to   improve   yourself.' " 

Marilyn  enthused,  "I  love  Betty,"  (no- 
tice she  doesn't  call  her  "Miss"  Grable), 
"she's  such  a  good  person.  Maybe  this 
seems  silly,  but  we  were  doing  a  scene  for 
How  To  Marry  A  Millionaire  and  Betty 
noticed  I  had  no  polish  on  my  toes  as  I 
had  worn  in  a  previous  day's  work.  She 
ran  and  got  that  polish  and  put  it  on 
herself. 

"There  were  no  press  agents  or  news- 
papermen around  so  she  didn't  do  it  as  a 
grand  gesture. 

"And  Mr!  William  Powell  is  another  who 
went  out  of  his  way  to  be  kind  to  me.  He 
said,  'You  remind  me  of  a  girl  I  loved 
very  much.  You  don't  look  like  Jean 
(Harlow) — but  you  have  the  same  warmth 
and  inner  radiance  that  made  Jean  such  a 
lovable  person.'  I  think  that  is  the  sweetest 
compliment  I  ever  had. 

"And  you  have  been  so  good  to  me,  Miss 
Parsons,"  she  said,  impulsively.  "That's 
why  I  feel  I  can  talk  with  you  and  tell  you 
the  way  I  feel  because  I  know  you  will 
make  it  sound  right  even  if  I  don't  always 
express  myself  just  right." 

I  told  Marilyn  she  "expressed"  herself 
all  right  because  she's  always  honest  and 
never  tries  to  fool  herself — or  others. 

She  knows  she  first  attracted  attention 
because  of  her  sexy  appearance — but  she's 
trying  as  hard  as  she  can  to  improve  her- 
self as  an  actress. 

For  this  reason,  the  part  of  Joan's  article 
which  hit  her  the  hardest  was  the  reference 
to  her  vulgar  walk  in  Niagara. 

She  said,  "You  see,  the  character  I 
played  was  a  tramp.  The  role  called  for 
me  to  wear  very  tight  dresses  and  high 
heels.  The  combination  of  a  dress  I  could 
scarcely  move  in  and  the  high  heels  caused 
me  to  'wobble'  when  I  walked. 

"With  all  the  publicity  I've  had  and 
everything,  I  suppose  it  will  be  hard  for 
many  people  to  believe  that  I  never  de- 
liberately throw  my  sex  around,  thinking, 
'If  I  do  this,  it's  sexy — or  if  I  look  a  cer- 
tain way,  it's  sexy.' " 

I  know  what  Marilyn  meant.  At  a  party, 
she's  never  thinking  of  how  she  can  slay 
all  the  males  present.  She  never  flirts,  or 
tries  to  attract  attention,  or  makes  a  "play" 
for  the  men. 

For  a  girl  so  over-abundantly  endowed 
with  sex  appeal,  there  have  been  few  men 
in  her  life. 

She  had  an  unfortunate  early  marriage; 
she  loved  Johnny  Hyde  (the  lovable  little 
agent  who  helped  her  career-  so  much) 
without  ever  being  in  love  with  him.  For 
the  past  two  years  there  has  been  no  other 
man  in  her  life  but  Joe  DiMaggio. 

Compare  Marilyn's  "love  life"  with  the 
records  of  some  of  our  glamor  queens  and 
it's  modest,  indeed. 

Cex  has  been  the  stepping  stone  to  her 
^  career — and  she's  not  knocking  it!  But 
the  lowcut  dresses  and  the  dreamy- eyed 
photographs  have  served  their  purpose, 
and  she's  eager  to  go  forward  as  a  per- 
former and  as  a  person. 

"This  is  why  I'm  gradually  getting  over 
the  hurt  of  Miss  Crawford's  interview," 
Marilyn  said  just  before  leaving.  "It's  over 
and  done  with  and  I  shan't  think  about  it 
anymore. 

"I'll  just  keep  on  believing  she  didn't 
really  mean  all  those  things  she  said  to 
Mr.  Thomas." 

And  she  didn't,  Marilyn.  Believe  me.  END 


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(Continued  from  page  48)  adaptive  and 
speak  French  fluently — Betsy  and  Kerry 
went  to  the  Berlitz  School  in  Los  Angeles 
— they're  still  as  American  as  Main  Street. 

Like  all  innocents  abroad  they  hunger 
for  home;  and  they're  determined  to  return 
to  Beverly  Hills  come  September  of  this 
year. 

"I've  worked  and  traveled  all  over  the 
Continent,"  Gene  says,  "France,  England, 
Italy,  Spain,  Switzerland,  all  these  places 
have  got  their  strong  points,  but  for  day- 
to-day  living,  you  car>!t  beat  the  United 
States,  and  that  goes  for  life  in  Pittsburgh 
as  well  as  Hollywood." 

Kerry  Kelly,  who  is  her  father's  image, 
feels  like  that,  too.  "Daddy  was  doing  a 
picture  in  Munich,"  she  recalls,  "when  we 
first  came  over  here,  but  I  never  went  to 
school  in  Germany.  I  went  to  school  in 
Paris.  It's  called  La  Petite  Ecole.  It's  sort 
of  a  semi-private  school.  It's  very  nice,  and 
then  I  went  to  school  in  London  when 
Daddy  was  working  on  Invitation  To  The 
Dance.  And  in  Switzerland  I  went  to  a 
school  where  you  go  to  class  in  the  morning 
and  ski  in  the  afternoon  and,  really,  that's 
the  best  school  of  all.  But  even  so,  I  can't 
wait  to  get  back  to  Beverly  Hills." 

By  June,  1953,  Gene  Kelly  will  have  been 
away  from  the  U.  S.  for  17  months.  In  that 
time  he  has  completed  three  films,  The 
Devil  Makes  Three,  Invitation  To  The 
Dance,  a  picture  in  which  there  is  no  dia- 
logue, only  ballet,  and  Crest  Of  The  Wave. 

In  those  17  months,  Kelly  has  been  the 
target  for  as  vicious  a  gossip  campaign  as 
has  ever  been  directed  toward  any  actor. 

First,  it  was  said  that  he  and  Betsy  had 
separated  and  were  planning  to  divorce, 
and  second,  it  is  still  being  said  that  his 
patriotism  is  open  to  question  because, 
after  a  year  and  a  half  abroad,  he  does  not 
have  to  pay  any  Federal  income  tax. 

Just  for  the  record:  Gene  and  Betsy 
Kelly  have  never  been  happier,  and  Gene 
is  as  honest,  patriotic,  and  law-abiding  as 
any  man  living.  During  the  last  war  he 
volunteered  for  duty  in  the  Navy  and 
pulled  a  good  long  stretch. 

13  ut  we'll  get  to  that  tax  and  patriotism 
question  later.  First,  the  matter  of  his 
domestic  relations. 

"I  don't  know  how  those  rumors  start," 
Gene  insists,  "and  I  don't  care.  They're 
not  true,  and  I  don't  even  want  to  honor 
them  with  any  discussion.  Ask  Betsy  for 
her  opinion.  She's  got  some  ideas  on  the 
subject." 

Betsy  says,  "It's  very  funny,  no  kidding. 
Friends  back  in  Hollywood  send  us  clip- 
pings all  the  time.  Gene  and  I  are  breaking 
up,  they  say.  That's  the  tenor  of  most  of 
them.  Where  these  columnists  get  their  in- 
formation from  I  don't  know.  Probably 
from  returning  travelers. 

"Geographically,  it's  true  that  Gene  and 
I  have  been  separated,  but  that's  only  be- 
cause he  was  working  in  London,  and  I 
was  working  in  Paris  or  in  Italy. 

"When  we  were  in  London,  we  were  liv- 
ing in  Robert  Donat's  house,  and  Gene  was 
working  very  industriously  on  Invitation. 
I  tried  to  get  a  job,  any  kind  of  acting  job. 
After  all,  Kerry  was  going  to  school,  and 
I  had  a  lot  of  spare  time.  I  read  for  a  part, 
a  good  role,  in  something  called  Letter 
From  Paris.  They  liked  my  audition  and 
said  'Okay,  you're  in.'  Only  I  couldn't  get 
a  labor  permit. 

"Just  about  then,  Tola  Litvak  (Anatole 
Litvak  the  director)  asked  me  to  come  to 
Paris  and  work  with  him  as  dialogue  direc- 
tor and  general  assistant.  He  was  starting 
to  prepare  The  Girl  On  The  Via  Flaminia, 
and  he  needed  a  couple  of  assistants  to 
04  teach  the  cast  English.   Sidney  Chaplin, 


Charley's  son,  and  I  luckily  got  the  jobs. 

"I  came  to  Paris.  Gene  and  Kerry  and 
Lois  (Lois  McLelland  is  Gene's  secretary 
and  a  very  close  family  friend)  remained 
behind  in  London. 

"Right  there  the  stories  started.  Gene 
and  Betsy  had  each  gone  their  separate 
ways.  It  was  ridiculous,  of  course.  I  flew 
back  to  London  practically  every  week- 
end. Kerry  was  in  school  from  nine  to  four 
every  day.  It  worked  out  extremely  well. 

"It  so  happened  that  the  picture  with 
Litvak  took  a  pretty  long  time.  Tola  is  a 
very  careful  director,  you  know.  Every- 
thing has  to  be  just  so. 

"  "C*  ventually  the  entire  cast  and  crew 
-*-J  went  down  to  Nice.  Tola  insisted  that 
Sidney  and  I  stay  in  the  same  hotel  with 
him.  He  didn't  want  us  to  corrupt  the  cast. 
They  knew  just  enough  English  for  the 
picture,  and  he  didn't  want  them  to  get 
too  good.  Someone  found  out  about  Tola's 
orders  that  the  dialogue  directors  -tay  in 
the  same  hotel  With  him,  and  the  again 
another  rumor  started. 

"Anatole  Litvak  was  going  to  make  Betsy 

Molasses  and  wheat  germ  and  yo- 
gurt don't  make  ya  live  longer 
...  it  just  seems  longer! 

Jimmy  Durante 

Kelly  a  big  star.  He  was  going  to  give  her 
the  lead  in  the  picture.  Lead?  I  didn't  even 
get  a  bit.  Anyway  the  gossip  mongers  had 
me  coupled  with  Tola.  It  was  laughable, 
but  that's  how  the  rumors  got  back  to  the 
States.  Supposedly,  I  was  leaving  Gene." 

"Anyway,  by  last  Christmas,  Gene  and 
I  were  both  free,  and  we  took  Kerry  to 
Klosters  in  Switzerland.  She  stayed  there 
and  went  to  school  for  a  while,  and  I  went 
to  Nice  and  finished  up  my  work. 

"In  March,  all  of  us  jumped  into  our 
Sunbeam  Talbot  and  toured  Spain.  In 
May,  Gene  went  back  to  London  to  start 
work  on  Crest  Of  The  Wave.  So  any  day 
now  you  can  expect  the  divorce  rumors  to 
start  all  over  again.  Kerry  and  I  plan  to 
go  skiing,  probably  in  the  south  of  France, 
near  the  Alps.  Someone  will  say,  'Where 
is  your  husband?'  And  I'll  tell  the  truth, 
that  he's  working  in  London.  And  you'll  see 
the  gossip  will  begin  once  more.  Just  a 
vicious  cycle.  Honestly,  it  gets  on  Gene's 
nerves,  but  I  don't  mind  it  any  more. 

"If  people  knew  how  hard  dancers 
worked,  they'd  realize  that  someone  like 
Gene  hasn't  got  enough  strength  or  incli- 
nation to  fool  around  after  a  hard  day's 
work." 

As  to  the  tax  setup  the  Kellys  find  them- 
selves in,  Betsy  has  a  few  words  on  that 
subject,  too,  but  better  to  let  Gene  speak 
for  himself. 

First,  however,  some  background.  In 
1951  the  Congress  of  the  United  States 
passed  a  tax  law  in  which  it  is  stated  that 
any  U.  S.  citizen  who  remains  outside  the 
continental  U.  S.  A.  for  18  consecutive 
months  need  not  pay  any  income  tax. 

This  law  was  passed  because  the  Army 
of  the  United  States  was  building  bases  all 
over  the  world  and  was  finding  it  increas- 
ingly difficult  to  secure  defense  workers. 

In  order  to  make  the  overseas  job  open- 
ings in  such  uncomfortable  countries  as 
Arabia,  Greenland,  Algeria,  and  Morocco 
more  enticing,  the  law  was  passed,  prima- 
rily, as  an  incentive  to  recruit  manpower. 

Now  it  so  happens  that  in  1951,  Gene 
Kelly's  first  contract  with  MGM  was  sched- 
uled to  expire.  Kelly's  films  had  grossed 
over  $75,000,000  for  the  studio,  and  Loew's, 
Inc.  had  no  intention  of  letting  Kelly  go. 

In  seven  previous  years  the  studio  had 
paid  him  relatively  little,  especially  when 
one  realizes  that  Gene  worked  not  only  as 
an  actor  but  as  a  director,  choreographer, 
and  writer  as  well.  As  a  matter  of  fact,. he 


was  regarded  by  the  studio  as  a  one-man 
unit. 

In  1951,  Kelly  according  to  Hollywood 
standards,  should  have  been  earning  a 
minimum  of  $5,000  a  week.  He  was  earning 
less  than  half  that  figure.  Taxes,  expenses, 
and  commissions  being  what  they  are,  he 
and  Betsy  had  managed  to  put  aside  only 
a  small  amount  of  savings  for  the  pro- 
verbial rainy  day. 

When  Gene's  contract  expired,  he  was 
offered  many  lucrative  deals.  He  could 
have  picked  up  $10,000  a  week  at  Las 
Vegas.  He  could  have  shared  in  the  profits 
of  independent  productions.  He  could  have 
gone  to  another  studio  as  a  unit  producer. 

The  executives  at  Metro  knew  all  this. 
They  knew  most  of  all  that  they  must 
under  no  circumstances  lose  Gene.  After 
all,  hadn't  his  American  In  Paris  won  the 
Academy  Award,  the  first  time  in  ten  long 
years  an  MGM  film  had  garnered  that 
honor? 

What  sort  of  incentive  would  keep  Kelly 
at  MGM? 

One  of  the  bigshots  of  Loew's,  Inc.  had 
the  answer.  Congress  had  just  passed  a 
new  tax  law.  A  man  could  work  outside  of 
the  U.  S.  A.,  and  all  his  earned  income 
after  18  months  would  be  tax  free. 

The  proposition  was  made  to  MCA, 
Kelly's  agents.  They  investigated  in  detail. 
They  checked  all  the  legal  angles.  Gene 
insisted  that  he  would  do  absolutely  noth- 
ing that  was  not  100  per  cent  legal  and 
above  board. 

"Look,"  he  was  told,  "geologists,  oil 
workers,  engineers  are  going  overseas 
every  day  in  the  week  under  the  identical 
tax  setup.  Why  should  you  penalize  your- 
self because  you're  an  actor?  MGM  has 
millions  abroad  in  blocked  currency.  The 
only  way  they  can  use  that  money  is  to 
make  pictures  in  foreign  countries.  It  is 
no  legal  sin  to  make  a  film  in  London  or  in 
Paris  or  in  Italy." 

Gene  Kelly  thought  it  over.  He  discussed 
the  proposition  with  Betsy.  If  he  made 
three  or  four  pictures  overseas,  would  she 
come  along?  Would  she  have  any  objec- 
tions? After  all,  Metro  was  going  to  make 
the  pictures,  anyway.  Betsy  said  sure, 
she'd  come  along. 

As  it  turned  out,  Gene  flew  to  Europe 
first.  Betsy  stayed  behind  to  sublet  the 
house  and  then,  with  Kerry  and  Lois,  fol- 
lowed a  few  months  later. 

After  the  Kellys  had  been  in  Europe  for 
about  six  months — and  mind  you,  they  are 
not  the  first  Americans  from  Hollywood 
to  take  advantage  of  the  favorable  tax  law 
—an  employee  of  MCA,  the  Music  Corpora- 
tion of  America  and  the  largest  talent 
agency  in  Hollywood,  began  pointing  out 
to  a  prospective  client  what  a  wonderful 
deal  his  agency  had  set  up  for  Kelly. 

"He'll  have  about  half  a  million  dollars 
tax  free,"  this  employee  explained,  "be- 
cause we're  on  the  ball  every  minute  of 
the  day.  MCA  doesn't  miss  a  trick." 

In  a  few  weeks  the  particular  actress 
who  had  heard  this  sales  talk  demanded 
that  her  agent  obtain  for  her  the  same  deal. 
"You  dope,"  she  told  him,  "if  I  make  films 
overseas  for  18  months,  I  don't  have  to 
pay  taxes.  It's  legal,  you  dummy.  It's  part 
of  the  new  tax  laws.  Don't  you  ever  read?" 

IT  wasn't  very  long  before  pretty  nearly 
everyone  in  Hollywood  climbed  aboard 
the  18-months  bandwagon.  Evelyn  Keyes 
was  the  first,  then  Gary  Cooper,  Ava  Gard- 
ner, Kirk  Douglas,  Clark  Gable,  Claudette 
Colbert,  Alan  Ladd,  Lana  Turner'. 

It  is  possible,  of  course,  that  some  of 
these  stars  may  not  have  had  the  question 
of  taxes  in  mind  when  they  left  the  U.  S., 
but  then  again  it's  entirely  possible  that 
the  tax  forgiveness  was  the  main  idea. 
Because  of  this  Hollywood  exodus,  Gene 


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Kelly  is  bearing  the  brunt  of  public  grip- 
ing. 

It  is  he  who  is  consistently  and  erro- 
neously pointed  out  as  the  first  Hollywood 
star  to  take  advantage  of  the  tax  law. 
What  does  he  have  to  say  about  it? 

"I  was  asked  to  make  motion  pictures 
abroad.  The  tax  advantages  were  pointed 
out  to  me.  I've  made  pictures  abroad  be- 
fore, even  without  the  18-months'  tax  set- 
up. The  law  was  passed  by  the  Congress. 
It's  on  the  books,  and  it's  proper  and  legal. 
I  would  sooner  cut  off  my  right  arm  than 
do  anything  shady. 

"Actors  don't  have  very  lengthy  careers; 
that's  particularly  true  of  dancers.  You 
can  burn  yourself  out  pretty  quickly.  In 
saving  some  money  for  my  old  age  and 
providing  for  my  family,  I  don't  see  any- 
thing morally  wrong.  In  the  U.  S.  there's 
a  27V2%  tax  depletion  allowance  on  oil 
wells,  because  the  Government  expects 
them  to  run  dry.  Creative  people  run  dry, 
too;  but  you  don't  get  any  depletion  allow- 


ance on  the  inevitable  slow-ups  of  age. 

"Actors  are  ordinary  human  beings.  We 
have  the  same  hopes  and  fears;  only  our 
careers  don't  last  very  long.  I'm  sorry  but 
I  don't  consider  it  a  sin  to  put  some  money 
away  for  the  day  I  can  no  longer  work." 

'T'he  thing  to  remember  about  Gene  Kelly 
is  that  he  is  essentially  a  creative  artist, 
a  man  who  dances  because  of  a  life  force 
which  propels  him.  He  would  dance  and 
experiment  with  the  dance  whether  he  was 
paid  peanuts  or  a  palace. 

It  is  safe  to  say  that  he  has  done  more  to 
popularize  ballet  throughout  the  world 
than  any  other  dancer  in  history.  To  treat 
him  as  a  "money  man"  is  to  defame  his 
character  and  to  detract  from  his  contri- 
butions to  international  cinema. 

When  the  history  of  the  motion  picture 
industry  is  written,  the  name  of  Gene  Kelly 
will  stalk  boldly  through  its  pages,  and 
only  one  adjective  will  do  him  justice: 
"great."  end 


crosby  and  son 

(Continued  from  page  43)  Europe,  study 
a  little  art.  He  may  have  some  talent  along 
those  lines.  He  paints  fairly  well  for  a 
kid." 

Actually,  Bing  came  over  to  Europe  for 
two  reasons:  (a)  he  likes  privacy,  to  do 
whatever  he  feels  like  doing  without  at- 
tracting public  attention  and  (b)  because 
he  knew  that  a  trip  would  serve  as  the 
antidote  to  Lindsay's  sadness  brought 
about  by  the  death  of  Dixie  Crosby. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  Bing  over  the  years 
has  made  it  a  practice  to  spend  as  much 
time  away  from  Hollywood  as  in  it.  Once 
he  finishes  a  film  and  tapes  a  few  radio 
shows,  he  takes  off  for  the  house  in  Car- 
mel,  the  one  up  at  Hayden  Lake,  or  the 
ranch  in  Elko.  Within  the  next  few  weeks 
he  and  the  boys  will  undoubtedly  go  up 
to  Nevada  and  work  on  the  ranch  during 
the  summer. 

In  Hollywood,  Bing  has  the  feeling  that 
he  is  being  tracked  by  bloodhounds.  As  a 
writer  friend  of  his  once  put  it,  "Let  Bing 
ask  for  change  of  a  dime,  and  right  away 
some  reporter  is  making  a  big  thing  of  it. 
;  That's  why,  after  Dixie  died,  he  took  Lind- 
say out  of  school  and  went  down  to  Palm 
Springs.  But  even  there  he  couldn't  get 
away.  The  papers  played  up  this  thing  with 
Mona  Freeman  as  if  it  were  a  full-fledged 
romance.    It  wasn't." 

"Ding  Crosby  is  an  Irishman  who  lives  in 
a  kind   of   cathedral-like  self-suffi- 
ciency.    He   has   few   close  friends,  his 
closest  being  Bill  Morrow,  his  writer. 

Crosby  confides  in  no  one,  especially 
about  affairs  of  the  heart.  He  is  not  a  man 
who  wears  sadness  on  his  sleeve.  In  fact, 
for  a  man  who  makes  his  living  as  an 
actor  he  is  the  most  atypical  actor  in  the 
business.  The  Crosby  legend  in  which  Bing 
has  been  painted  as  the  gay,  carefree,  light- 
hearted,  insouciant  crooner  with  no  depth 
of  intellect  or  emotion  is  at  complete 
variance  with  the  facts. 

Bing  is  a  little  on  the  sullen  side.  He 
prefers  solitude  which  is  why  he  loves  to 
fish  and  hunt.  He  is  a  man  who  meditates, 
who  has  his  own  philosophy  of  life,  a  man 
;  with  moods  and  tempers  and  discernment. 

Take,  for  example,  the  way  he  lived  in 
I  Europe.  Most  American  stars  who  come  to 
I  Paris  check  in  at  one  of  two  hotels.  The 
Lancaster  or  the  Georges  V.  These  are 
plush,  expensive  hostelries,  primarily  for 
jBreigriers,  and  if  you  ever  catch  a  French- 
man living  in  one  of  them,  the  chances  are 
that  you'll  be  rewarded  with  the  Legion  of 
Honor.  They  have  become  known  in  show- 


business  as  Hollywood  hotels.  Rita  Hay- 
worth,  Susan  Hayward,  Olivia  deHavilland, 
Clark  Gable — when  any  of  these  touch 
Paris,  right  away  it's  the  Hotel  Lancaster 
or  the  Georges  V. 

Crosby,  on  the  other  hand,  stays  at  the 
Trianon  Palace,  a  quiet,  expansive,  pic- 
turesque hotel  out  in  Versailles,  ten  miles 
or  so  from  Paris.  "It's  a  good  spot,"  his  son 
Lindsay  agrees.  "Dad  and  I  can  get  up  in 
the  morning,  shoot  a  round  of  golf.  Nobody 
bothers  you.  The  service  is  swell,  and  of 
course,  it's  very  historic.  Marie  Antoinette 
and  all  that.    Good  for  my  history." 

Bing  prefers  to  make  Versailles  his 
European  headquarters  be  cause  the  news- 
papermen in  and  around  there  rarely 
bother  him.  They  interview  him  when  he 
arrives  and  when  he  leaves  and  what  he 
does  with  his  time  in  between  is  his  own 
business.  There  is  no  daily  accounting  of 
his  schedule.  Der  Bingle  loves  anonymity. 

During  the  middle  of  April,  for  ex- 
ample, he,  Lindsay  and  Bill  Morrow 
jumped  into  their  car  and  pulled  out  of 
Paris,  heading  for  the  Spanish  border. 
Their  itinerary  was  their  own  affair.  No 
one  cared.  No  one  ogled  them.  No  one 
asked  for  snapshots,  autographs  or  inter- 
views in  any  town  enroute. 

When  the  trio  arrived  at  Biarritz,  they 
stayed  for  a  day  at  the  home  of  the  cele- 
brated French  comedienne,  Gabrielle  Dor- 
ziat  with  whom  Bing  appeared  in  Little 
Boy  Lost.  Bing  was  asked  to  show  up  at 
the  Cannes  Film  Festival  and  said  casually 
enough  that  he  might  drop  in  for  a  few 
hours,  but  he  was  anxious  to  get  to  Spain 
and  introduce  Lindsay  to  the  bullfighting 
scene. 

After  Spain  there  was  the  Italian  tour 
and  then  the  return  to  Paris.  By  this  time, 
Bing,  who  is  much  less  a  disciplinarian 
than  Dixie  was,  became  convinced  that 
Lindsay  had  had  enough  fun  and  enough 
golf.  It  was  time  for  the  lad  to  settle  down 
to  some  serious  study.  Bing  engaged  a  well- 
known  painter  named  Mayo,  to  work  with 
Lindsay  on  his  painting  for  at  least  three 
hours  a  day. 

It's  too  early  to  tell  at  this  point,  but  it 
looks  very  much  as  if  Lindsay  has  a  great 
deal  of  potential  as  an  artist.  "I  like  to 
paint,"  he  says,  "and  I  learned  a  lot  in 
Paris,  but  I  don't  really  know  yet  what 
I  want  to  be." 

Lindsay's  twin  brothers  want  to  become 
ranchers  and  his  older  brother  Gary  talks 
of  becoming  a  football  coach. 

VU  hen  Bing  took  Lindsay  out  of  private 
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opinion  was  offered  that  the  boy's  educa- 
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lieves,  "I've  learned  more  these  past  few 
months  than  I  have  in  years  of  schooling." 

Bing  believes  in  formal  education  very 
strongly — he  sent  his  boys  to  a  Jesuit  pre- 
paratory college  and  he  himself  went 
through  Gonzaga,  but  when  Dixie  died,  he 
realized  wisely  enough  that  for  a  few 
critical  months,  months  of  transition,  he 
would  have  to  be  both  mother  and  father 
to  Lindsay.  He  would  have  to  give  him 
both  affection  and  companionship. 

Bing  has  done  the  job  extremely  well. 
Lindsay  has  not  only  adapted  himself  to 
life  without  a  mother  but  new  horizons, 
new  vistas  have  been  opened  up  for  him. 
Bing  has  seen  to  it,  subtly  and  seemingly 
without  effort  but  always  according  to  plan. 

Lindsay  Crosby  is  bright  and  alert  with- 
out being  pushing  or  forward.  In  France 
he  and  Bing  began  to  speak  French  to  each 
other,  and  they  had  some  pretty  riotous 
linguistic  sessions. 

In  view  of  the  fact  that  Bing  took  Lind- 
say to  Europe  this  year,  he  can't  very  well 
put  himself  in  the  position  of  playing 
favorites  which  means  that  come  next  year, 
he  will  undoubtedly  have  to  do  the  same 
for  Phil,  Dennis,  and  Gary. 


Just  what  effect  Bing  and  his  four  sons 
would  have  on  continental  Europe  is  very 
difficult  to  tell.  Sometimes,  Europeans  re- 
sent Americans  for  no  good  reason  at  all. 

Take  the  incident  of  Bing  and  the  British 
Amateur  Golf  Championship.  While  Bing 
was  in  Paris  he  said  he  planned  to  enter 
the  British  golf  tournament  at  Hoylake 
whereupon  columnist  Desmond  Hackett 
of  the  London  Daily  Express  sat  down  and 
nastily  wrote  that  Bing  should  be  barred 
from  the  tournament.  Hackett  blasted  Bing 
and  insisted  that  the  crooner  had  turned 
the  1950  Amateur  tournament  at  St.  An- 
drews, Scotland's  oldest  golf  course,  into 
a  cheap  circus.  He  also  accused  Bob  Hope 
of  making  an  "ass  of  himself"  and  "even 
a  bigger  ass  of  British  golf." 

The  attack  on  Crosby  who  was  playing 
for  charity  seemed  so  unfair  that  the 
influential  London  magazine,  "Golf  Illus- 
trated" came  to  Der  Bingle's  defense.  "It 
has  been  suggested,"  the  magazine  said, 
"that  Bing  is  not  a  good  enough  golfer  to 
play  in  the  event.  We  do  not  agree  with 
that  at  all.  He  is  certainly  better  than 
many  of  the  home  players  who  enter." 

The  magazine  then  went  on  to  defend 


Crosby  both  as  a  golfer  and  a  gentleman. 
It  declined,  however,  to  do  the  same  for 
Bob  Hope.  Said  the  magazine,  "We  rather 
think  that  in  this  instance  Bing  has  been 
again  confused  with  his  friendly  rival  Bob 
Hope,  whose  display  of  bad  manners  and 
bad  golf  is  still  unfortunately  in  our  mem- 
ories." 

Outside  of  England,  however,  neither 
Bing  nor  any  member  of  his  family 
has  ever  been  adversely  criticized.  Bing 
is  universally  liked  although  he  has  never 
pandered  to  popularity.  "I'm  a  lazy  man 
by  nature,"  he  says,  "and  I  do  what  comes 
naturally." 

It  is  the  course  of  Bing's  nature  to  do  the 
right  thing.  Paul  Whiteman  who  gave  the 
crooner  one  of  his  first  jobs,  has  said  of 
Bing,  "He  goes  through  life  trying  to  help 
people,  and  where  he  can't  help,  he  always 
makes  sure  not  to  harm.  He  is  a  credit  to 
America,  a  credit  to  show  business,  and  a 
credit  to  the  revered  memory  of  his  wife." 
Thousands  echo  this  homage. 

If  any  of  Bing's  four  sons  grow  up  to  be 
half  the  man  their  father  is,  the  world  will 
hold  them  in  high  esteem.  END 


ann  Myth's  wedding  day 

(Continued  from  page  52)  adulation:  Mar- 
jorie  Zimmer,  Jeanne  Cram,  Joan  Leslie, 
Betty  Lynn,  Jane  Withers,  Alice  Krasiva. 
The  bouffant  gown  of  each  is  in  a  lovely 
shade  of  blue  with  matching  slippers.  Their 
bodices  are  also  tight  with  taffeta  cum- 
berbunds,  their  sleeves  short  but  arms 
covered  with  long,  white  gloves.  Each 
wears  a  large  blue  picture  hat  with  taf- 
feta streamers;  each  carries  a  little  muff 
of  delphiniums.  Each  has  lived  close  to 
the  bride,  has  thrilled  to  her  joy,  has  given 
showers  and  helped  her  plan  for  the  future. 

There  is  another  close  by  who  is  in  pink, 
her  Aunt  Cis,  wife  of  Uncle  Pat,  the  two 
with  whom  she  made  her  home  after  her 
mother's  death  several  years  ago.  Uncle 
Pat,  as  are  all  the  men,  is  in  striped  trou- 
sers and  morning  coat.  Dennis  Day,  Jim's 
brother,  is  his  best  man;  their  three  broth- 
ers, John,  Frank  and  William  McNulty,  are 
among  the  ushers. 

This  is  the  moment,  the  moment  which 
was  destined  to  be  the  first  time  Ann 
met  her  Jim,  nearly  three  years  before, 
only  neither  of  them  knew  it  then  .  .  . 
they  both  have  said. 

"Isn't  every  eligible  man  a  girl  meets  a 
potential  suitor  in  her  mind?"  a  reporter 
had  once  asked  her.  "Didn't  you  think  of 
Jim  that  way  always?" 

She  could  be  thinking  of  the  answer  she 
gave  to  this  question,  as  she  had  thought 
of  it  many  times  since.  She  said  she  didn't 
think  so — always.  But  was  it  true  of  her 
and  Jim? 

They  met  at  a  party  and  when  he  left 
he  asked  if  he  could  call  her.  She  replied, 
"Yes,"  and  he  called  her  four  days  later. 
It  was  not  to  take  her  out  to  dinner,  to 
dance  or  go  to  a  show,  perhaps,  but  to  the 
christening  of  a  nephew,  Dennis  Day's  sec- 
ond son.  She  went  and  wondered — was 
this  by  way  of  being  an  introduction  to 
his  family? 

It  was  a  good  thing  that  she  did  no  more 
than  wonder,  that  she  gave  it  no  greater 
significance.  For  in  the  next  two  years 
their  work,  hers  in  the  studio  and  on  tour, 
his  in  his  office  and  the  hospital,  establish- 
ing his  medical  career,  saw  them  much 
more  apart  than  together.  Then,  last  fall 
and  winter,  they  found  more  time  for  each 
other,  and  a  week  before  Christmas  he 
came  over  to  help  her  decorate  the  Christ- 
96  mas  tree  and  seemed  not  to  have  his  mind 


on  it  even  when  he  placed  the  star  on  top. 

He  had  dinner  with  them.  Aunt  Cis  had 
learned  he  loved  lamb  and  had  made  a 
wonderful  roast,  yet  his  plate  was  practi- 
cally untouched.  Uncle  Pat  threw  ques- 
tions at  him  on  matters  of  the  day  and 
each  seemed  to  catch  Jim's  mind  wander- 
ing. And  when  the  older  folks  left  them 
alone  and  they  got  started  on  the  tree,  Jim 
had  kept  hanging  the  decorations  upside 
down.  Something  told  her  then.  And  she 
was  right  .  .  .  but  barely!  He  was  half-way 
out  the  door  that  night  when  he  suddenly 
turned  back,  the  words  she  wanted  so 
much  to  hear  came  tumbling  out,  and  her 
whole  world  took  on  new  and  great  di- 
mensions— he  wanted  her! 

From  that  second  Jim  was  not  the  same 
Jim  any  more,  she  was  not  the  same  Ann. 
When  he  went  home  that  same  night  he 
telephoned  her,  within  three  minutes  it 
seemed,  after  he  left.  He  said  first  that  he 
had  just  wanted  to  tell  her  that  he  had 
gotten  back  safely  .  .  .  and  she  had  thought 
warmly  and  fondly,  "He's  reporting  al- 
ready." Then,  he  couldn't  just  leave  it  at 
that  ...  he  wanted  to  talk  some  more. 

"Tell  me,"  he  asked,  "did  I  propose  to 
you  when  I  was  there  a  few  minutes  ago?" 

"Yes,  you  did,"  she  said. 

"And  did  you  say,  'Yes?'"  he  pressed 
on. 

"Yes,  Jim.  I  said,  'Yes,'"  she  told  him. 

"Ah!"  he  sighed  with  relief.  "I  just 
wanted  to  be  sure.  That  it  really  happened. 
That  it's  true." 

They  went  to  musicals.  They  went  to 
concerts.  They  laughed  because  in  college 
he  had  played  a  saxophone  in  a  band  but 
she  had  never  heard  him  play.  They 
laughed  because  he  had  seen  only  a  few 
of  her  pictures  and  she  had  far  more 
faithful  fans  than  he. 

"How  could  you  stay  away  from  my  pic- 
tures?" she  asked,  kidding  him. 

"Do  you  go  to  see  the  operations  I  per- 
form?" he  came  back. 

They  went  to  parties.  Because  Jeanne 
Crain  had  teased  her  about  Jim  she  wanted 
Jeanne  to  know  about  the  engagement. 
"Who  was  teasing?"  asked  Jeanne.  "I  was 
predicting!  I  was  perfectly  sure  it  would 
happen." 

His  mother  had  told  her  she  knew  Jim 
was  going  to  propose.  "For  a  week  before, 
I  never  saw  such  a  one  as  him  around  the 
house,"  she  said.  "So  preoccupied  he  was!" 

Now  that  it  had  happened  all  their 
friends  said  the  same  thing.  "We  could 
have  told  you!"  And  she  wished  they  had. 


A  bride's  hope  must  feed  on  memories 
and  these  are  the  ones  that  must  fill  Ann's 
mind.  The  home  they  bought,  the  Con- 
necticut-style farmhouse  in  Toluca  Lake. 
It  was  raining  when  she  went  first  to 
see  the  house  with  Uncle  Pat  who  had 
hunted  it  up.  Yet  she  loved  it  and  when 
Jim  wanted  a  description  she  said,  "It's 
the  kind  of  house  that  just  reaches  out  and 
puts  its  arms  around  you." 

But  then  she  was  sorry  she  had  said 
this  much  because  she  hadn't  wanted  to 
influence  him,  and  when  they  went  to 
look  at  it  together  she  said  not  another 
word  .  .  .  but  just  watched  him.  That 
was  enough.  It  seemed  to  her  that  he 
thrilled  as  she  had  at  everything;  the  slant 
roof,  the  wide,  inviting  stairway  that 
greeted  you  as  you  entered,  the  Dutch  fire- 
place, the  warm,  yellow  kitchen,  the  den 
you  could  see  into  from  way  out  in  the 
back  through  picture  windows. 

They  took  it.  She  was  a  bride  not  only 
with  a  diamond  solitaire  set  in  platinum, 
but  with  a  house  to  take  over  and  furnish 
and  five  in! 

They  decided  they  wouldn't  try  to  buy 
all  they  need  at  one  time  but  instead  to 
pick  up  pieces  slowly,  matching  and  suiting 
as  they  went  along.  But  he  had  nothing  to 
say  about  the  first  household  article  that 
came  her  way  because  it  was  a  gift— a 
rolling  pin  with  cookie  mold  attached. 

For  the  first  time  since  she  had  met  Jim 
he  visited  her  at  the  studio.  She  took  him 
to  the  All  The  Brothers  Were  Valiant  set 
at  MGM  and  introduced  him  to  every- 
one from  Bob  Taylor  and  Stewart  Granger 
to  her  hairdresser,  Florence  Erickson,  and 
the  wardrobe  lady,  Tommy  McCoy.  "This 
is  my  Jim,"  she  said.  This  is  how  she 
found  herself  referring  to  him — without 
planning  or  thinking. 

Only  a  few  days  before  his  visit  the  mar- 
riage scene  from  the  picture,  in  which 
she  and  Bob  Taylor  were  wed,  had  been 
shot.  She  had  worn  not  only  the  engage- 
ment ring  Jim  had  given  her  but  his 
second  gift,  pearl  earrings.  Now  everyone 
kidded  Bob  Taylor  on  his  role,  telling 
him  that  he  had  been  only  the  stand-in  for 
the  real  thing. 

Well,  here  before  the  altar  with  Jim  this 
is  the  real  thing.  Nothing  else  matters. 
Only  this  moment  when  he  takes  her  hand 
in  his  and  places  the  marriage  band  on  her 
finger  to  mark  the  end  of  loneliness;  this 
moment,  the  first  of  many  wonderful  ones 
that  will  stir  her  heart.  END 


dangerous  crossroads 


(Continued  from  page  31)  editors  across  the 
country  immediately  clamored  for  follow- 
up  news,  Jane  and  Geary  had  agreed  be- 
tween themselves  not  to  discuss  the  matter, 
which  everyone  admitted  was  their  privi- 
lege. They  kept  that  promise  to  each  other, 
but  where  was  the  second  bulletin  stating 
that  they  had  not  really  separated?  Clearly, 
someone  in  the  press  department  had 
"goofed,"  for  the  only  alternative  now  was 
for  reporters  to  go  out  and  play  detective 
on  their  own. 

The  results  were  both  comic  and  grim. 
One  columnist  fairly  stated  that  the  entire 
affair  had  blown  over,  at  least  temporarily. 
Another  stated,  without  foundation  in  fact, 
that  Geary  had  moved  away  from  home 
to  an  apartment  of  his  own.  Into  print 
went  the  statement  in  one  paper  that 
Geary  was  "jealous,"  and  in  another,  date- 
lined  from  Palm  Springs  where  Geary  had 
taken  Jane  for  a  rest,  a  pointed  anonymous 
item  hinting  that  the  young  husband  of  a 
certain  well-loved  dancing  and  singing 
star  was  courting  disaster  with  his  outside 
romantic  interests.  The  topper  was  the 
prediction  that  Jane's  personal  appearance 
for  two  weeks  at  the  Desert  Inn  in  Las 
Vegas  was  for  the  express  purpose  of 
establishing  residence  in  Nevada  in  order 
to  obtain  the  so-called  painless  six-week 
divorce  treatment. 

Most  of  this  news  was  pure  conjecture, 
for  Jane  and  Geary  had  at  least  temporarily 
made  up  their  ^private  differences.  Then, 
reluctantly,  Hedda  Hopper  reported  in  her 
column,  "Jane  Powell's  separation  from 
her  husband  Geary  Steffen  shocked  me 
profoundly.  I  don't  believe  she'll  wait  long 
before  getting  a  divorce.  Since  she  has  a 
night  club  engagement  in  Las  Vegas  I 
wouldn't  be  surprised  if  she  stayed  there 
the  required  six  weeks  and  got  her  di- 
vorce. The  guy  she  fell  head  over  heels  for 
is  dancer  Gene  Nelson,  who  recently  sepa- 
rated from  his  wife  and  is  the  father  of  a 
small  child." 

All  Hollywood,  including  Hedda,  hopes 
that  this  will  not  be  the  case,  and  in  fact 
the  press  on  first  noting  the  obvious  in- 
terest between  Jane  and  Gene  "sat  on"  the 
gossip.  They  hoped  that  this  would  be  just 
another  case  in  which  the  leading  man  and 
his  leading  lady  became  infatuated  with 
each  other  during  the  production  of  a 
picture.  It  happens  frequently,  as  it  ap- 
parently did  with  Jane  and  Gene  on  the 
set  of  Three  Sailors  And  A  Girl.  But  in 
most  instances,  a  week  or  so  after  the  pic- 
ture is  over  the  temporary  unreal  roman- 
tic atmosphere  in  front  of  the  camera  dies 
away  and  everything  is  forgotten.  Some- 
times, however,  emotions  get  out  of  hand, 
rumors  blossom  and  become  fact.  Then 
unless  all  parties  are  willing  to  forgive 
and  forget,  divorce  becomes  inevitable. 

Boiled  down,  all  the  stories,  comments, 
and  rumors  come  to  this  factual  status  of 
the  Powell- Steffen  situation:  Usually  the 
husband  is  the  last  to  know  in  a  marital 


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bot.,  left,  Beerman,  Parry;  31 — F.P.G.;  32 — 
Beerman,  Parry;  33 — 20th  Century-Fox;  34,  35 
— Beerman,  Parry;  38 — Beerman,  Parry;  39 — 
top,  left,  bot.,  left,  Beerman,  Parry;  right,  Scott; 
40 — Beerman,  Parry;  41 — MGM;  42 — left, 
Wide  World;  right,  A.P.;  43 — top,  left,  Univer- 
sal; 44,  47 — Beerman,  Parry;  48-49— all  pic- 
tures from  Arthur  Jacobs;  57 — top,  left,  INS; 
bot.,  right,  Keystone;  60- — Globe;  61 — top, 
Globe;  upper,  Graphic  House;  lower,  Globe;  bot., 
left,  bot.,  right,  Beerman,  Parry. 


situation  of  this  sort,  but  unlike  other 
pending  divorces,  Jane  and  Geary  have 
remained  under  the  same  roof.  Up  to  a  day 
before  she  left  for  her  personal  appearance 
tours  in  the  east  and  in  Canada,  Jane  and 
Geary  were  together  in  their  Brentwood 
house,  and  there  had  been  no  physical 
separation.  They  both  admitted  there  was 
serious  trouble,  but  that  they  had  arrived 
at  a  definite  plan.  Jane  was  to  go  to 
Toronto,  then  to  New  York,  and  on  to 
Las  Vegas  for  her  two  weeks  there  begin- 
ning May  12th.  During  that  time  they 
would  consider  themselves  in  a  trial  sepa- 
ration period. 

Columnists,  hearing  this  schedule,  in- 
sisted that  this  was  the  end.  They  pointed 
to  the  fact  that  Gene  Nelson  would  be  in 
New  York  at  the  same  time  with  her. 

Jane  said  nothing.  She  was  incommuni- 
cado. But  intimates  insisted  that  even  then 
Jane  and  Geary  were  earnestly  trying  to 
hold  their  marriage  together.  They  were 
married  in  the  Catholic  church.  Jane  did 
not  become  a  Catholic,  but  took  instruc- 
tion in  Geary's  faith,  and  respects  his  re- 
ligion. Both  of  their  children  were  baptized 
in  the  Catholic  church. 

Those  who  saw  Geary  Steffen,  just  be- 
fore Jane's  departure,  on  his  knees,  drawn 
and  haggard,  earnestly  praying,  knew  the 
reason.  What  they  did  not  know  was  that 
Jane  was  also  on  her  knees,  praying  equally 
as  fervently  in  another  church.  They  both 
asked  the  same  grace — to  be  given  strength 
in  the  difficult  weeks  ahead,  and  wisdom  in 
making  their  decision. 

T  et's  see  how  this  situation  has  affected 
-*-J  Jane  Powell.  The  truth  is  that  Jane 
and  Geary  have  long  had  a  thorough 
understanding  on  the  subject  of  leading 
men.  She's  worked  with  dozens  of  them, 
lunched  with  them,  had  them  call  her 
"honey,"  a  favorite  form  of  show  business 
salutation;  she's  listened  to  their  romantic 
woes,  smilingly  shrugged  off  their  mean- 
ingless and  habitual  passes.  In  this  case, 
after  the  picture  was  over,  Gene  Nelson 
happened  to  be  present  at  Ciro's  the  night 
Geary  tossed  a  birthday  party  for  Jane. 
She  danced  with  a  half-dozen  men  that 
night.  Certainly,  if  there  had  been  cause 
to  take  serious  objection  to  any  male  be- 
havior, Geary  could  have  handled  it.  The 
son  of  the  great  fighter,  Willie  Ritchie, 
Geary  is  a  rugged  boy  himself.  No  one 
wants  to  irk  him  unduly  in  his  presence 
or  behind  his  back. 

No,  whatever  the  rumored  "evidence" 
concerning  the  cause  of  their  disagree- 
ment, the  underlying  cause  which  Jane 
and  Geary  decided  not  to  discuss  was  much 
more  complex  than  any  real  or  imagined 
flirtation. 

Jane  is  such  a  trouper  that  no  one 
thought  to  inquire  into  the  state  of  her 
health.  So,  we  come  to  facts.  Her  second 
baby  was  born  on  November  21st,  last 
year.  Being  used  to  rigorous  picture  sched- 
ules, she  didn't  think  that  January  15th 
was  too  soon  to  begin  work  in  Three  Sail- 
ors And  A  Girl.  Unfortunately,  the  sched- 
ule for  this  film  was  tightened  considerably, 
due  to  Warners'  decision  to  close  down  for 
a  short  period.  Dance  numbers  which  nor- 
mally would  have  been  done  in  two  or  three 
days  were  ordered  completed  in  one.  So 
close  was  Jane  to  complete  physical  ex- 
haustion that  she  fainted  dead  away  dur- 
ing one  number.  This,  however,  didn't 
prevent  her  from  working  the  whole  day 
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friends  maintain  that  if  she  hadn't  gone 
back  to  work  so  soon  after  the  last  baby 
this  might  never  have  happened.  This  is 
not  to  say  that  she  became  completely 
unreasonable  and  ill-tempered,  therefore 
being  the  one  to  blame.  Privately,  both 
have  admitted  to  close  friends  that  they 
each  feel  responsible  for  their  differences 
of  opinion.  By  so  doing  they  display  the 
necessary  concern  for  each  other  that  is 
required  to  help  them  through  this  diffi- 
cult period  in  their  marriage. 

Incredibly,  it  is  a  Hollywood  habit  to 
read  a  headline  and  accept  it  immedi- 
ately as  irrevocable  truth.  For  this  reason, 
a  large  portion  of  the  movie  colony,  pre- 
occupied with  their  own  lives,  assumed 
that  Jane  and  Geary  actually  had  separated 
from  the  moment  the  studio  took  official 
recognition  of  their  spat.  Very  few  people 
noticed  that  two  days  later  Jane  appeared 
at  the  airport  late  at  night  with  Geary  to 
keep  an  important  date — the  arrival  of  the 
unique  three-wheeled  English  car.  The 
Regal,  in  which  they  have  an  interest,  to- 
gether with  Barron  Hilton  and  Quay  Sar- 
geant.  Jane  stood  around  for  nearly  an 
hour  in  the  chilly  night  air,  waiting  for 
the  Slick  Airways  plane  to  bring  the  car 
in.  Then  she  posed  with  the  remarkable 
machine  for  publicity  photos  needed  in 
connection  with  its  impressive  premiere 
showing  at  the  annual  Los  Angeles  Sports- 
man's Show.  If  she  and  Geary  were  losing 
their  mutual  interests,  Jane  most  certainly 
would  have  begged  off. 

The  Regal,  which  travels  at  speeds  up  to 
70  miles  an  hour,  doing  50  miles  to  a  gallon 
of  gas  and  selling  for  just  over  $1,000,  is 
but  one  of  Geary's  carefully  planned  in- 
terests of  which  Jane  has  reason  to  be 
proud.  Not  everyone  remembers  that  when 
they  first  became  engaged  it  was  Geary 
who  held  back  from  an  early  marriage.  He 
realized  that  there  might  not  be  a  long- 
range  future  in  his  job  at  the  time  as 
Sonja  Henie's  skating  partner.  Strictly  un- 
Hollywood  in  his  thinking,  he  was  deter- 
mined to  enter  a  profession  in  which  he 
could  support  his  wife  and  future  family, 
even  if  she  were  to  never  again  set  foot 
on  a  studio  lot.  So  Geary  prepared  him- 
self carefully  in  the  insurance  business. 

In  the  months  and  years  that  have  fol- 
lowed, Geary  has  established  himself  as 
one  of  the  most-liked  business  men  in  Los 
Angeles.  True,  his  daily  associates  are 
people  who  can  never  catch  the  headwait- 
er's  eye  at  Mocambo.  Yet,  because  he  has 
constantly  helped  "ordinary  guys"  to  build 
up  their  estates,  he  is  a  solid  man  in  his 
community.  For  proof  of  this,  ask  around 
a  little  about  Mr.  Steffen. 

As  one  example,  consider  what  the 
operator  of  a  small  machine  repair  shop 
has  to  say:  "It  took  Geary  six  months  to 
convince  me  that  my  insurance  program 
was  inadequate.  Without  the  protection 
he  sold  me,  my  trip  to  the  hospital  would 
have  set  me  back  $1,000.  Not  only  did 
he  save  me  a  lot  of  money;  he  sent  me  a 
bunch  of  new  customers.  I've  never  met 
his  wife,  but  when  I  do  I  want  to  tell  her 
what  she  already  knows:  'In  my  book,  your 
husband  is  one  swell  guy!' " 

Jane  indeed  does  know  this  and  usually 
talks  more  about  him  than  she  does  about 
herself.  Her  feelings,  past  and  present, 
are  best  defined  by  her  good  friend,  Betty 
Lynn,  who  not  long  ago  told  a  Modern 
Screen  reporter,  "Jane  is  so  intelligent 
about  life.  She's  so  sure  of  what  she  wants. 
She  has  never  fallen  in  and  out  of  love 
like  a  lot  of  other  young  kids.  She  knew 
she'd  fall  in  love  with  the  right  man  when 
he  came  along.  And  she  did.  She  knew  it 
was  Geary,  and  no  one  else,  because  he 
represented  all  the  fine  things  that  Jane 
wanted  in  a  husband.  He  was  charming, 
»8  intelligent    and    hard    working.  Having 


worked  so  hard  herself,  sne  expected  no 
less  in  her  ideal." 

Moreover,  what  Geary  Steffen  has  done 
for  others,  he  has  also  accomplished  for  his 
own  family.  If  something  happened  to  him, 
suddenly,  they'd  be  more  than  adequately 
provided  for  if  Jane  never  worked  another 
day  in  her  life.  In  addition,  he  and  Jane 
only  last  year  completed  the  building  of  a 
ten-unit  apartment  house  in  the  San  Fer- 
nando valley.  Next  door  to  this  building, 
they  own  a  couple  of  additional  lots  on 
which  they  will  erect  other  apartment 
units,  "when  they  have  the  money." 

Because  they  have  avoided  the  shallow 
Hollywood  social  life  in  favor  of  build- 
ing mutual  interests  together,  it  would  be 
no  easy  decision  to  dissolve  their  marriage. 
They  have  both  seen  close  friends  who 
have  given  up  the  complex  problem  of 
maintaining  complete  marital  harmony. 
One  of  these  said,  on  reading  the  news 
about  them,  "I  hope  that  Jane  and  Geary 
have  the  sense  to  hold  on  tight  to  what 
they  have,  for  the  sake  of  themselves  as 
much  as  for  their  children.  I  didn't,  and 
I  have  regretted  it  ever  since." 

That  these  two  will  and  are  trying  to  is 
obvious,  for  they  are  very  aware  that  in 
this  modern  age  three  out  of  every  four 
marriages  are  failing  throughout  the  na- 
tion, with  an  even  higher  percentage  in 


Cecil  B.  DeMille  wanted  a  mob  of 
extras  to  rush  upon  a  leper  in  the 
market-place,  crying  "Unclean!  Un- 
clean!" The  extras  were  rehearsed 
as  to  action,  and  then  handed 
mimeographed  scripts  of  their 
brief  utterance.  But  a  typist,  cut- 
ting the  stencil,  left  out  two  es- 
sential letters.  When  the  cameras 
started  grinding,  the  mob  rushed 
upon  the  leper,  crying  "Uncle! 
Uncle!"  Maxwell  Droke 


Hollywood.  One  night,  before  they  were 
wed,  Geary  asked  Jane,  "What  do  you 
think  ruins  most  marriages  around  town?" 

They  agreed  that  there  are  four  major 
causes:  career  trouble,  financial  trouble, 
in-law  trouble  and  the  problem  of  fading 
love.  At  that  time  they  took  inventory  of 
themselves  and  believed  that  they  would 
be  able  to  survive  these  major  obstacles. 
Today,  they  have  only  two  hurdles  which 
they  conceivably  may  fail  to  jump— career 
trouble  and  fading  love. 

The  career  trouble  Jane  knows  very 
well.  Knows,  too  that  it  is  something 
every  actress  must  fight  against.  Cur- 
rently there  are  stories  that  Jane's  new 
Metro  contract  was  partially  dependent  on 
the  promise  that  she  wouldn't  have  an- 
other child  for  three  years.  The  truth  is 
that  no  such  clause  can  be  put  in  a  con- 
tract, legally,  although  it  might  be  "un- 
derstood." Another  factor,  blown  up  out 
of  all  proportion,  perhaps  even  in  Janie's 
mind,  is  the  studio's  decision  to  concentrate 
on  glamorizing  all  of  its  feminine  stars. 
Most  of  them  now  regretfully  tell  their 
friends  in  the  press  that  they  cannot  pose 
for  pictures  with  their  children;  it  is 
against  studio  "policy." 

As  for  Jane,  the  policy  is  an  unfortunate 
complete  reversal.  Of  course,  until  very 
recently  she  was  limited  to  homey  little 
girl  parts.  This,  however,  can  be  blamed 
more  on  the  short-sightedness  of  certain 
producers  than  on  a  healthy  public  inter- 
est in  her  private  life  happiness.  Under 
the  circumstances,  with  sophisticated  and 
dramatic  parts  going  to  other  girls  on  the 
lot,  a  less  balanced  girl  than  Jane  would 
have  decided  that  the  only  thing  to  do  to 
convince  producers  that  she  could  play 
something  besides  gingham  roles  would 
be  to  "do  a  Lana  Turner  on  the  night  club 


trail."  Instead,  Jane  has  never  sought  to 
"showcase"  herself  and  has  turned  a  blithe 
but  cold  shoulder  toward  romantic  intrigue 
in  private  life. 

And  to  what  end?  Today  she  commands 
tremendous  money  on  personal  appear- 
ances. It  appears  certain  that  she  will  take 
over  the  top  feminine  role  in  The  Student 
Prince.  But  if  Fate  should  cost  her  that 
role,  one  of  the  most  important  of  the 
year — would  she  lose  it  to  a  glamor  girl? 
No,  the  most  likely  star  to  play  it  would 
be  Ann  Blyth,  a  close  friend  of  Jane's  and 
a  girl  who  has  always  been  far  from  the 
"glamor  type." 

If  there  is  anything  wrong  with  Jane's 
career,  it  might  readily  be  the  advice  of 
"career  experts"  who  would  give  her  a 
false  veneer.  Taken  out  of  context,  Jane's 
statement  in  a  recent  interview,  to  the  ef- 
fect that,  "I've  had  a  little  secret  ambition 
to  play  a  bubble  or  fan  dancer  or  burlesque 
queen  .  .  .  there's  something  earthy  and 
vital  about  girls  who  do  these  things  .  .  ." 
sounds  a  little  like  a  publicity  man's  idea. 
Certainly,  if  the  burlesque  queen  or  fan 
dancer  were  asked  if  she'd  change  places 
with  Jane  Powell,  "nice  girl"  roles  and  all, 
she'd  doubtless  give  an  earthy  answer — 
"Yeah  girl!" 

To  be  serious  again,  as  matters  stood  at 
last  report,  Jane  and  Geary  had  moved 
into  their  two  story  white  colonial  mansion 
on  Sunset  Boulevard,  set  far  enough  back 
from  the  street  so  that  the  heavy  traffic  is 
a  mere  hum.  Matter  of  fact,  they  moved 
into  the  place  while  the  gossip  about  them 
was  the  heaviest  and  friends  were  specu- 
lating about  their  nightly  whereabouts.  In- 
stead of  being  separately  "out  on  the 
town,"  they  were  moving  in  bits  of  furni- 
ture and  personal  belongings  they  didn't 
want  to  trust  to  the  storage  vans. 

Instead  of  buying  a  whole  house  full  of 
new  furniture,  they  are  installing  the  old 
pieces,  planning  to  purchase  new  tradition- 
al furniture  as  they  go  along.  So  interested 
has  Jane  been  in  her  new  home  that  when 
Geary  asked  what  she  wanted  for  her 
birthday  she  made  him  promise  to  buy 
only  things  they  could  use  in  the  new 
house — nothing  for  herself. 

There  is  an  air  of  permanency  about  this 
lovely  mansion,  purchased  through  their 
mutual  efforts  and  with  the  profits  from 
the  sale  of  the  home  in  which  they  have 
lived  for  four  years.  Almost  twice  as 
large  as  the  old  place,  there  are  two  bed- 
rooms for  Geary,  Jr.,  and  baby  Suzanne, 
who  need  their  own  quarters.  There's  an 
extra  bedroom  too  for  another  possible 
addition  to  the  family. 

Even  now,  Jane  is  reported  to  have  can- 
celled plans  for  arranging  a  property  set- 
tlement and  cut  short  her  tour  to  meet 
Geary  in  Las  Vegas. 

These  facts  should  stand  up  well  against 
the  opinion  of  skeptics  who  insist  that  once 
there  is  the  slightest  break  in  a  marriage, 
there  is  no  going  back;  sooner  or  later  the 
final  parting  will  come.  Even  so,  a  veteran 
observer  is  greatly  tempted  perhaps  by 
wishful  thinking  that  if  Jane  and  Geary 
can  get  a  solid  grip  on  themselves  and 
each  other  they  can  go  right  on  with  the 
job  of  solidifying  their  marriage. 

In  fact,  he  may  even  mark  it  down  as  a 
certainty  as  he  chooses  to  believe  in  what 
Jane  herself  has  said,  to  wit:  "You've  got 
to  make  an  effort  to  be  happy.  You  can't 
just  think  that  you're  something  special 
and  entitled  to  it.  I  have  my  career; 
Geary  has  his  work.  But  we  have  some- 
thing more  important  together.  Something 
we  both  share — our  home  and  our  family. 
That's  what  makes  a  good  marriage  some- 
thing to  share.  If  that  goes,  then  I  think 
that  love  goes,  too." 

Jane  Powell  said  that  in  1951.  Now,  in 
1953.  .  .  .?  END 


temptress 

(Continued  from  page  35)  about  all  this. 
It  had  been  a  long  time.  The  last  talk  we 
had  with  her  had  been  two  years  before, 
and  then  she  had  been  a  true  teen-ager, 
vibrant  as  a  colt  on  the  first  day  of  spring, 
eager  for  the  new  work  in  the  movies, 
fanatically  infatuated  with  a  young  man 
she'd  been  engaged  to  since  she  was  16, 
and  as  sure  of  the  future  pattern  of  her 
life  as  only  a  teen-ager  can  be. 

At  that  time  Mitzi  Gaynor  was  cute, 
very  cute,  but  in  a  purely  adolescent  way. 
She  wore  blue  jeans  and  a  horse's  tail  hair- 
do and  flat  ballet  slippers  and  she  walked 
like  a  ten-year-old  who  had  just  taken 
a  dancing  lesson.  Her  idea  of  a  big  night 
was  to  eat  early,  go  to  a  movie  and  wind 
up  behind  a  malted  milk  in  a  drug  store, 
and  then  off  to  bed  for  a  solid  ten  hours 
sleep.    She  was  just  18. 

But  most  of  that  has  changed.  This  time 
we  talked  in  the  cool,  sophisticated  Polo 
Lounge  of  the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel.  Mitzi 
sat  across  from  us  and  ordered  the  way 
the  Duchess  of  Windsor  would,  and  the 
waiter  bowed  and  called  her  Madam.  She 
wore  a  chic  suit,  black,  naturally,  with 
patent  leather  French-heeled  pumps  and 
a  small  hat  with  a  veil  that  almost  covered 
the  tip  of  her  nose.  Her  lips  were  bright 
with  the  proper  shade  of  lip  rouge  and 
her  eyes  were  outlined  in  heavy  penciled 
doe  lines  like  a  Vogue  model.  It  didn't 
look  like  the  same  girl  at  all  at  all. 

\ZfiTZl  Gaynor  today  could  well  be  called 
the  sexiest-looking  woman  in  Holly- 
wood. She  is  five-feet  six-inches  tall  and 
weighs  a  well-distributed  125  pounds.  Her 
measurements  are  at  least  adequate,  even 
if  you're  a  perfectionist  in  this  matter.  She 
carries  her  head  high  and  struts  just  a  little 
when  she  walks,  not  enough  to  call  it  a 
wiggle,  but  enough  to  suggest  she's  got 
a  body  beneath  the  petticoats.  She  has 
been  blessed  with  high  cheek  bones  and 
a  narrow  chin,  which  gives  her  something 
of  an  exotic  contour  above  the  neck.  But 
it  is  her  eyes  that  do  the  real  work.  They 
are  dark  and  brooding  and  very  slanted 
and  wide,  and  Mitzi  Gaynor  knows  how 
to  use  them. 

On-screen  it  is  possibly  the  figure  you'll 
remember  most  about  Mitzi  Gaynor.  In 
her  recent  pictures  she  has  been  leggy  and 
narrow- wais ted  and  snug-hipped,  and  she 
has  thrown  herself  about  a  good  deal  in 
musical  numbers.  But  off-screen  it  is  her . 
eyes  you  will  remember,  for  they  are  win- 

I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

During  an  en- 
gagement of  Dean 
Martin  and  Jerry 
Lewis  at  the 
Paramount  Thea- 
ter in  Frisco  a  cute 
little  blonde  girl, 
about  two  or 
three,  wandered 
away  from  her 
parents  and  joined 
a   gathering  of 

teen-agers  who  grouped  on  the  steps 
of  the  stage. 

When  the  ushers  came  to  chase  away 
the  girls  Jerry  yelled,  "Hey!  Don't 
you  dare  touch  her",  pointing  to  the 
frightened  three-year-old.  Dean 
rushed  over,  grabbed  her  up  and  Jer- 
ry produced  a  chair  from  the  wings 
for  her  to  sit  on— right  in  the  middle 
of  the  stage!  After  the  show  Dean 
picked  her  up  tenderly,  came  out  into 
the  audience  and  returned  the  child  to 
her  father. 

Patricia  F.  Ray 
Oakland,  California 


dows  that  let  you  look  into  a  volatile  soul, 
and  they  are  hot  and  heavy  one  moment 
and  bright  and  icy  the  next,  brimming  with 
excitement  and  anticipation.  Man! 

"What  ever  happened  to  that  other  girl?" 
we  asked  eventually.  "The  one  who  hated 
shoes,  remember?" 

Mitzi  laughed.  And  we  felt  a  thud  on 
the  floor  beneath  the  table.  We  looked 
and  it  was  a  pair  of  black  patent,  French- 
heeled  shoes.  Nylon-encased  feet  drummed 
on  the  carpet. 

"She's  still  around,"  said  Mitzi  with  a 
grin.  "Anyway,  I  can  still  think  better  in 
my  bare  feet." 

"It's  been  a  long  time,"  we  said,  "since 
we've  talked.  So  much  seems  to  have 
happened  to  you.  Now  for  instance  in 
I  Don't  Care  you  suddenly  seemed  to 
bloom.  Never  saw  so  much  skin  on  the 
screen  before." 

"And  it's  about  time,"  Mitzi  said.  "I've 
been  so  covered  up  for  so  long  I  thought 
it  was  time  to  get  out  from  under.  I've  been 
a  dancer  all  my  life,  but  they've  always  had 
me  in  pantaloons  or  hoop  skirts.  Nobody 
thought  I  had  legs.  Well,  when  they  began 
to  talk  about  costumes  for  I  Don't  Care  I 
was  afraid  for  awhile  that  I'd  end  up  walk- 
ing out  on  the  stage  with  nothing  but  a 
ribbon  across  my  middle  reading  'Compli- 
ments of  20th  Century-Fox.'  But  it  turned 
out  all  right,  didn't  it?" 

"It  turned  out  fine,"  we  said. 
A  man  accompanied  by  a  striking  blonde 
walked  into  the  room  and  was  seated  at  the 
next  table.  He  apparently  suddenly  thought 
he  was  alone,  because  he  stopped  looking 
at  the  blonde  and  got  a  fix  on  Mitzi  and 
couldn't  break  loose. 

We  ran  our  finger  down  a  long  list  of 
men  we'd  brought  along  for  the  interview. 
Mitzi  saw  what  we  were  doing.  She  waved 
the  list  away. 

"You're  wasting  your  time,"  she  said,  "if 
you're  looking  for  romance  there.  Dates. 
That's  all  they  are.  But  most  of  them  are 
wonderful." 

"The  last  time  we  talked,"  we  said,  "you 
were  engaged." 

Mitzi's  face  darkened  just  a  little.  "I  was 
very  young,"  she  said,  "and  I  thought  I 
was  in  love.  But  I  guess  I  really  wasn't. 
I  think  maybe  16  is  too  early  to  make  up 
your  mind  about  such  things.  I  have  no 
regrets,  but  I  wouldn't  advise  another 
young  girl  to  do  the  same  thing.  Why,  do 
you  know  that  until  just  less  than  a  year 
ago  if  I  met  a  nice  man  and  he  asked  me 
for  a  date  I  was  horrified.  I  used  to  snort: 
'I  happen  to  be  engaged!'  and  I'd  think  the 
fellow  was  an  awful  wolf.  But  I  don't  want 
to  talk  about  that.   That's  in  the  past." 

A  change  came  in  her  expression.  The 
ra-  eyes  had  it  again. 

"If  you  will  forgive  the  expression,"  she 
said,  "I'm  now  in  my  sophisticated  period. 
I  don't  want  to  get  serious  with  anybody. 
I  never  go  out  with  the  same  man  too  often. 
When  I'm  not  working  I  live.  For  in- 
stance, an  average  day  goes  like  this:  I  go 
to  lunch  with  someone,  go  shopping  in  the 
afternoon,  meet  somebody  for  cocktails, 
go  home  and  dress,  go  to  dinner  and  maybe 
a  show,  then  have  supper  and  wind  up  at 
one  of  the  late  spots.  I've  never  done  any 
of  these  things  before — and  it's  fun." 

"And  what  does  your  mother  think  of 
this?"  we  asked.  Mitzi  and  her  mother  are 
very  close  and  share  an  apartment  together. 

Mitzi  laughed  loudly.  "You'd  never 
guess,"  she  said.  "She  says:  'It's  about 
time!'  And  I  think  she's  right.  You  know  21 
is  about  time  for  a  girl  to  stop  fluttering 
her  eyelids.  At  21  a  girl  is  a  woman  if  she's 
ever  going  to  be  one.  And  it's  important 
that  she  begins  living  a  woman's  ufe.  Do 
you  realize  I  elected  Eisenhower  last  No- 
vember. It  was  my  first  vote — and  I  won." 

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carefully.  Mitzi,  it  seems,  or  so  the  colum- 
nist reported,  had  gone  to  Palm  Springs  a 
few  days  before  for  a  rest.  The  first  night 
she  was  there,  quietly  sitting  in  the  patio 
outside  her  bungalow,  two  automobiles 
came  screeching  into  the  driveway  simul- 
taneously. Two  young  men  came  running 
toward  her.  One  was  Hugh  O'Brian,  the 
other  a  Hollywood  doctor.  They  had  both 
gotten  the  idea  of  sneaking  down  for  a 
date  with  Mitzi  that  afternoon,  had  spotted 
each  other  on  the  highway  and  had  raced 
the  rest  of  the  way.  She  went  out  with 
both.  And  during  the  rest  of  her  vacation 
period,  according  to  the  clipping,  no  less 
than  17  Hollywood  men  drove  to  the 
desert  and  turned  her  rest  cottage  into 
something  resembling  the  front  lobby  of 
Mocambo  on  a  Saturday  night. 

Mrrzi  had  been  reading  the  clipping  up- 
side down  across  from  us.  When  we 
looked  up  she  was  grinning  with  satis- 
faction. 

"Men — they're  wonderful,"  she  said  pi- 
ously. "I  never  felt  so  wanted  in  all  my 
life  as  I  did  that  trip.  Every  time  I  turned 
around  there  was  another  man  who'd  come 
down  to  take  me  out.  And  the  wonderful 
part  about  the  whole  thing  is  that  none  of 
them  were  jealous.  I  guess  they  all  figured 
it  was  nice  I  was  so  popular.  A  good  deal 
of  the  time,  four  or  five  of  us  would  go 
out  together." 

"I  guess  you  know,"  we  said,  "that  you're 
now  considered  a  very  sexy  dish  because 
of  all  this.  And,  of  course,  the  kind  of 
movies  you're  making  now." 

"That's  all  right  with  me,"  Mitzi  said. 
"I'm  afraid  I'm  awfully  feminine — and  I 
like  to  be  thought  sexy.  Besides  sex 
is  changing.  Even  in  show  business.  The 
ballet,  for  instance,  the  way  it's  been 
done  for  100  years,  is  definitely  old  hat 
now.  The  modern  ballet  theater  is  very 
sexy  indeed.  Take  the  new  'Streetcar 
Named  Desire'  ballet,  the  way  it's  done  by 
Mia  Slavenska  and  her  company.  It's  cos- 
tumed differently  and  danced  with  all  the 
wild  abandon  that  showed  in  Tennessee 
Williams'  story.  Arid  the  business  is  fan- 
tastic. People  want  women  in  the  theater 
to  be  sexy  nowadays.  Not  nasty,  of  course, 
but  sexy." 

"I  think  a  woman  can  be  sexy  and  still 


have  the  best  of  the  old-fashioned  ideals," 
she  said.  "For  instance,  I  like  the  new  me, 
but  I  wouldn't  change  a  lot  of  things  about 
the  old  me.  I  still  want  to  marry  and  have 
four  or  five  kids  and  a  home  and  just  one 
husband.  Although  I  go  out  with  a  lot  of 
different  men  I  still  like  the  wholesome, 
ambitious  type  I  admired  when  I  was  a 
kid.  I  don't  care  if  a  man  I  like  doesn't 
have  a  dime  or  any  position  whatever.  If 
he  has  the  other  qualities,  the  good  ones, 
then  I'm  for  him.  If  I  go  on  a  date  it's  the 
kind  of  date  the  man  can  afford.  If  he 
hasn't  the  means  to  go  to  Ciro's,  we'll  go 
to  an  inexpensive  restaurant.  And  if  he 
can't  afford  that,  I'll  invite  him  to  my  house 
and  I'll  cook  for  him."  She  grinned  again. 
"The  only  trouble  with  that,  though,  is 
that  they  all  fall  so  hard  for  my  mom  that 
I  have  trouble  getting  any  attention  at  all 
from  them." 

"But  after  all  this  attention,"  we  said, 
"don't  you  think  you'll  find  it  gather  hard 
to  settle  down  to  just  one  lad?" 

"I  should  say  not,"  Mitzi  said  earnestly. 
"I'm  not  going  to  be  a  jerk  about  it,  but 
when  I  finally  do  decide  on  one  man  I 
won't  look  at  another.  That  will  be  it."  She 
blew  the  veil  away  from  her  lips;  she  had 
something  to  say  and  she  wanted  it  heard 
good.  "But  that's  the  way  it's  going  to  have 
to  be  with  him,  too,"  she  said.  "I  think 
that  women  let  men  get  away  with  far  too 
much  in  this  town.  Most  of  the  husbands 
a  girl  runs  into  in  Hollywood  are  part- 
time  husbands  and  part-time  Romeos.  My 
man  is  going  to  be  so  happy  with  me  he 
won't  look  at  another  girl.  I  think  I  know 
how  to  make  him  that  happy.  If  he  ever 
does  look  at  another  girl  the  way  he  should 
look  only  at  me  I'll  cut  his  head  off!" 

"You  don't  think,"  we  said,  "that  mar- 
riage can  get  kind  of  stuffy?  That  raising 
four  or  five  kids  will  be  kind  of  out  of 
character  for  the  new  Mitzi  Gaynor?" 

"What,"  Mitzi  asked  wickedly,  "can  be 
sexier  than  having  four  or  five  kids?" 
We  changed  the  subject. 
"It's  been  rumored  around,"  we  said, 
"that  you  and  Hugh  O'Brian  are  at  least 
considering  matrimony." 

"Not  yet,"  Mitzi  said.  "I've  got  a  bit  of 
living  to  do  before  I  settle  down  and  so  has 
Hugh.  But  I  like  Hugh,  maybe  more  than 
any  other  man  I  know.  I  think  he's  a  won- 


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derful  fellow  and  is  going  to  be  a  great 
actor.  I  can  hardlv  wait  for  him  to  get  into 
his  40's.  He's  going  to  be  another  Walter 
Huston.  You  wait  and  see." 

"Are  you  going  to  be  tagging  along  with 
him?"  we  asked. 

Mitzi  smiled  enigmatically.  "Now  what 
kind  of  a  question  is  that?"  she  demanded. 
"I  told  you  we  have  no  plans  at  the  mo- 
ment, neither  of  us,  but  who  can  tell.  I'd 
like  to  know  Hugh  all  that  time,  but  as 
for  romance  I'm  not  sure  yet,  nor  is  he." 

"Getting  back  to  the  new  Mitzi,"  we  said, 
"what  changed  you?  What  made  you  take 
off  the  teeth  braces  so  to  speak  and  try 
life  as  a  femme  fatale?" 

"That's  where  you're  all  wrong,"  Mitzi 
said.  "I'm  not  a  femme  fatale,  a  racy  wom- 
an, or  anything  like  those  things.  I'm  just 
a  girl  of  21  who  has  come  to  the  conclu- 
sion that  I  want  to  have  fun  while  I  have 
the  youth  and  energy.  I  work  hard,  go  to 
church  every  Sunday,  pay  my  taxes  and 
write  letters  to  my  congressman.  In  what 
spare  time  I  have  left  I  like  to  buy  good 
looking  dresses,  laugh  a  lot,  flirt  a  bit,  and 
attract  my  share  of  attention  from  the  op- 
posite sex.  There's  nothing  the  matter  with 
that" 

WE  agreed  there  was  very  little  the  mat- 
ter with  that.  "But,"  we  pressed,  "the 
whole  town  is  aware  of  your  transforma- 
tion. All  of  the  magazines  are  asking  about 
it." 

"Good,"  said  Mitzi.  "Solid  stuff.  I  like 
that.  It  means  I'm  not  in  a  cocoon — and 
that  people  are  going  to  let  me  grow  up, 
and  I  won't  have  to  play  goody-gumdrops 
in  pictures  for  the  rest  of  my  career  like 
so  many  girls  who  get  into  the  business 
when  they're  very  young  do. 

"You  can  tell  all  those  people  that  Mitzi 
knows  what  she  is  doing.  Oh,  it's  not  an  act, 
but  I  know  that  living  the  way  I  do  now 
is  going  to  help  me  both  professionally 
and  personally.  But  I  want  to  call  your  at- 
tention to  the  fact  that  I  haven't  ever  at- 
tempted anything  obvious.  I  wear  clothes 
that  suit  the  occasion.  I  never  wear  a  low- 
cut  dress  to  lunch— and  I  have  never  , 
bought  a  dress  just  because  it  was  low  cut. 
I  try  to  dress  with  taste  and  to  show  off 
my  natural  attributes — all  of  them. 

"If  people  think  I'm  a  flirt,  or  a  tempt- 
ress, as  you  put  it,  fine!  I  like  that,  too, 
because  I  am  a  flirt.  What  single  girl  in 
my  position  wouldn't  be?  I  don't  whistle 
at  men  in  cars  but  if  I'm  at  a  party  and  I 
see  a  nice  fellow  across  the  room  that  I 
think  I  might  like  to  meet  I  might  blink 
my  eyes  at  him  a  few  times  so  he  can  see 
I'm  around.  If  I  see  a  man  I'd  like  to  know 
and  it  isn't  the  proper  occasion,  I  might 
ask  someone  who  knows  him  to  introduce 
me.  If  that's  not  proper  what  is? 

"I've  got  a  lot  of  young  years  left  and 
I'm  going  to  try  to  make  up  for  some  of 
the  time  I  sat  at  home  watching  television. 
I  want  to  dance  every  night  if  I  can.  And 
I  want  to  date  my  share  of  the  boys.  And 
when  I  play  a  part  in  a  picture,  I  want  the 
men  in  the  audience  to  walk  home  think- 
ing about  me.  And  that  just  about  says 
everything,  doesn't  it?" 

We  agreed,  again,  that  it  did.  "But  there  s 
just  one  more  thing,"  we  said.  "Frankly,  we 
were  a  little  shocked  at  the  sudden  change. 
Don't  you  think  the  readers  will  be  a  little 
shocked,  too,  when  we  tell  them  all  this?" 

Mitzi  saw  the  date  she  had  been  expect- 
ing standing  in  the  doorway  looking  around 
for  her.  She  excused  herself  and  got  to 
her  feet.  She  waved  at  the  handsome  chap 
and  started  away.  Then  she  turned  back, 
with  an  afterthought.  She  tossed  us  a 
naughty  wink.  Man,  those  eyes! 

"I  certainly  wouldn't  want  to  shock 
your  readers,"  she  smiled.  "Please  don't  do 
that.  But  you  might  explain  to  them  that 
things  are  different  now.  It's  blossom  time 
for  Mitzi!"  END 


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9-  Wasn't  the  basic  trouble  with  Jane 
Powell's  marriage  in  the  fact  that  she 
and  her  husband  were  of  different  re- 
ligious faiths? — T.Y.,  Sellersville,  Pa. 

A.  They  are  of  different  faiths,  but  that 
had  nothing  to  do  with  the  breakup. 

Q.  Isn't  it  true  that  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor  was 
once  Liz  Taylor's  mother-in-law? 

— K.W.,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 

A.  Gabor  would  have  been  Liz's  mother- 
in-law  if  she  had  remained  married  to 
Conrad  Hilton  a  jew  months  more. 

O.  Did  June  Allyson  leave  MGM  be- 
cause she  wants  to  make  pictures  with 
her  husband,  Dick  Powell?  If  not, 
what's  the  true  reason? 

— S.W.,  Middleport,  N.  Y. 

A.  For  the  past  two  years,  June  and 
MGM  have  not  seen  eye  to  eye  on 
story  material. 

9-  How  much  money  does  Shirley 
Temple  have  and  would  she  return  to 
films  if  she  got  the  right  picture? 

— M.A.,  Ft.  Wayne,  Ind. 

A.  She  is  reputed  to  be  worth  seven 
million,  insists  she  will  never  return 
to  motion  pictures. 

Q.  I  understand  Paulette  Goddard  and 
some  writer  are  really  blazing.  Who  is 
the  writer?        — T.R.,  Findlay,  Ohio 

A.  Eric  Remarque,  author  of  All  Quiet 
On  The  Western  Front. 

9-  Didn't  Liz  Taylor  have  a  miscarriage 
in  May?  Isn't  that  why  Paramount  had 
to  hold  up  production  on  Elephant 
Walk?        — S.A.,  Indianola,  Illinois 

A.  Miss  Taylor  suffered  no  miscarriage. 
A  tiny  sliver  of  steel  was  blown  into 
her  right  eye.  It  infected  the  eye  which 
was  cauterized  by  Dr.  Gilbert  Struble. 

O.  I  read  that  June  Haver  used  to  sup- 
port her  mother.  What  is  Mrs.  Haver 
doing  now  that  June  has  entered  a  con- 
vent? — R.R.,  Dallas,  Texas 

A.  Mrs.  Haver  plans  to  open  a  dra- 
matics school. 

Q.  Is  it  true  that  Red  Skelton  is  a 
devout  Catholic  who  once  studied  for 
the  priesthood  in  Indiana? 

— G.T.,  Indianapolis,  Ind. 


A.  No. 

9.  Isn't  the  Shelley  Winters- Vittorio 
Gassman  marriage  just  about  over? 

— Y.T.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 

A.  No. 

Q.  I've  been  told  that  Marlon  Brando's 
new  girl  is  Mary  Murphy,  his  leading 
lady  in  The  Wild  One.  Is  this  the  same 
actress  whose  name  was  coupled  with 
Bing  Crosby  several  months  ago? 

— V.G.,  Ft.  Worth,  Tex. 

A.  Yes. 

Q.  I  heard  on  a  broadcast  that  Bette 
Davis  was  suffering  from  cancer  of  the 
jaw?  Is  that  true? 

— F.R.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

A.  No.  Bette  suffered  from  osteomyeli- 
tis, a  jaw-bone  infection,  but  she  will 
be  as  good  as  new  in  three  or  four 
months. 

9.  Have  Gail  Russell  and  Guy  Madison 
reconciled  ? 

— G.T.,  Niacara  Falls,  N.  Y. 

A.  A  reconciliation  is  in  progress. 

9.  I  hear  the  Janet  Leigh-Tony  Curtis 
marriage  is  floundering.  First  the  Don- 
ald O'Connors,  then  Jane  Powell,  now 
the  Curtises?  Why  can't  young  people 
remain  married  in  Hollywood? 

— D.E.,  Colorado  Springs,  Col. 

A.  At  this  point  there  is  nothing  wrong 
with  the  Curtis  marriage. 

9.  Has  Clark  Gable  ever  paid  any  sup- 
port to  Josephine  Dillon,  his  first  wife? 

— R.F.,  Santa  Fe,  N.  M. 

A.  No. 

9.  How  old  is  Gene  Kelly— 38,  40  or 
43?  — C.R.,  Scranton,  Pa. 

A.  43. 

9.  Now  that  he's  a  free  agent  what 
does  Mario  Lanza  plan  to  do? 

— G.Y.,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 

A.  Make  concert  tours,  more  record 
albums,  more  motion  pictures. 

9.  Isn't  Marilyn  Monroe  terribly 
ashamed  of  having  posed  for  those  nude 
calendars  ? 

— H.Y.,  Burbank,  Cal. 
A.  No;  it  was  an  economic  necessity. 


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PARTY  OF  THE  MONTH:  THE  GALA  AFFAIR  WALTER  WINCHELL  GAVE 


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GOOD 

NEWS 


Good  "medicine"  for  Mario 
Lanza  .  .  .  What's  the 
matter  with  Arlene  Dahl?  ...  Liz 
Taylor  has  a  narrow  escape  .  .  . 


Betty  Grable  and  Marilyn  Monroe  caused  a  sensation  when  they  arrived  together  arm 
in  arm,  both  dressed  in  tight  white  gowns  and  white  fur  pieces.  Walter  Winchell's 
fabulous    party    for    colleague    Louella    Parsons    was    held    at    Ciro's    in  Hollywood. 


I AM  very  fond  of  Arlene   Dahl — but  she 
couldn't  be  acting  sillier  than  she  is  since 
she  fell  in  love  with  Fernando  Lamas. 

To  ask  for  a  retraction  of  a  line  in  my  news- 
paper column  which  merely  stated  that  she 
and  her  producer  Bill  Pine  and  actor  John 
Sutton  were  going  to  Atlanta  for  the  premiere 
of  their  picture  Sangaree  is  the  most  ridiculous 
retraction  I've  ever  been  asked  to  make! 

Wailed  Arlene,  "I  love  Fernando  Lamas 
and  he  loves  me  and  I  wouldn't  go  on  a 
personal  appearance  tour  with  anyone  but 
Fernando."  Now  I  ask  you!  ! 

How  silly  can  the  gal  get?  John  Sutton  is 
married  and  so  is  Bill  Pine.  Certainly  no  one 
could  possibly  have  read  anything  verging 
On  a  romantic  angle  in  a  mere  business  trip. 


But  Arlene  raised  so  much  you-know-what 
that  Sutton's  trip  to  Atlanta  was  cancelled  and 
he  was  re-routed  to  San  Francisco! 

Arlene,  Arlene — what's  come  over  you?  All 
this  silly  nonsense  is  the  best  way  in  the 
world  to  lose  a  man.  Under  similar  circum- 
stances, I  doubt  very  much  if  Lamas  would 
have  cavorted  in  such  a  manner. 

The  best  thing  in  the  world  happened  for 
Mario  Lanza  when  he  returned  to  MGM 
to  record  "Beloved" — part  of  his  settlement 
with  the  studio  calling  off  all  legal  fireworks. 

When  Mario  finished  his  song,  every  tech- 
nician on  the  set  stood  and  cheered  and 
yelled,  "Bravo,"  and,  "Mario — there's  no  one 
like  you." 


It  did  something  wonderful  to  this  man  who 
has  been  so  bitter,  who  has  been  suffering 
from  the  almost  neurotic  belief  that  everyone 
was  against  him. 

His  face  lighted  up  with  the  happiness  of  a 
child's.  Tears  of  gratitude  came  to  his  eyes. 
He  made  the  rounds,  grasping  every  hand  in 
a  warm  handshake. 

Maybe  this  is  the  medicine  he's  been 
needing. 

One  of  the  nicest  things  ever  done  by  one 
columnist  for  another  was  the  beautiful 
party  Walter  Winchell  gave  in  my  honor  at 
Ciro's. 

Plenty  of  people  were  surprised.  Walter 
and  I  are  touted  to  be  "rivals"  but  if  my  New 


HONOR  OF  LOUELLA  PARSONS!   ALL  OF  HOLLYWOOD'S  MOST  GLITTERING  PERSONALITIES  WERE  THERE! 


Jeanne  Crain  is  a  sexy  beauty  now.  Her  low-cut  gowns,  and  fetching 
new  hairdo  (for  more  about  the  clipping  that  gave  her  a  new  outlook 
cn  life,  see  page  51)  turn  heads  when  she  and  Paul  Brinkman  step  out. 


One  of  the  loveliest  stars  at  the  party  was  Esther  Williams,  escor 
by  husband   Ben   Sage,   naturally.   Esther  confided   to  Jane  Russell 
that  "I  do  two  pictures^and  one  baby — a  year!"  She's  good  at  both! 


kin  spite  of  her  publicity,  Jane  Russell  wore  the  most  covered  up 
dress  at  the  party.  Lucille  Ball,  who  sat  in  back  of  Jane  and  her  hus- 
band  Bob  Waterfield,  wore  a  gorgeous  emerald   pendant  necklace. 


The  guest  list  included  such  sophisticates  as  New  York's  Cole  Porter 
and  the  Continent's  Merle  Obercn.  Cole's  new  musical,  Can-Can,  had 
opened  on  Broadway,  but  he  flew  West  for  the  party  anyway. 


|US 


York  confrere  had  planned  the  affair  for  his 
guardian  angel  the  table  couldn't  have  been 
more  loaded  with  beautiful  flowers — or  girls. 

When  Betty  Grable  and  Marilyn  Monroe 
walked  in  arm  in  arm,  both  in  decollete 
white  gowns,  diamond  earrings,  and  long 
white  gloves,  I  thought  the  place  would  come 
down  in  a  heap. 

Betty's  husband,  Harry  James — and  Mari- 
lyn's beau,  Joe  DiMaggio,  were  both  out  of 
town  so  Betty  brought  Marilyn  to  the  parry. 
The  friendship  between  these  two  girls  is 
really  wonderful. 

Esther  Williams,  in  pale  green,  sat  across 
.'rom  me  and  I  had  to  laugh  when  I  overheard 
her  telling  Jane  Russell,  "I  do  two  pictures — 
and  one  baby — a  year!" 


Jane,  for  all  her  bosomy  publicity,  was  the 
most  covered-up  belle  of  all,  her  sleeveless  white 
dinner  dress  having  a  modest  stand-up  collar. 

Lucille  Ball's  beautiful  emerald  pendant 
necklace  was  a  striking  contrast  to  her  red 
hair.  She  and  Desi  Amaz  seldom  go  night- 
clubbing,  so  Lucy  had  as  many  cameramen 
around  her  as  the  Monroe-Grable  team. 

P.S.  To  the  catty  critic  who  said  Marilyn 
didn't  know  her  Emily  Post  in  keeping  on  her 
long  white  gloves  all  through  dinner — one  of 
the  gloves  stuck  and  wouldn't  come  off — and 
Marilyn  thought  it  better  to  keep  both  on  than 
to  sit  there,  one  off — one  on. 

THE  reddest  face  in  Hollywood  was  Burt 
Lancaster's  when  he  checked  into  Cedars 


of  Lebanon  Hospital  for  a  minor  operation  and 
they  wouldn't  assign  him  a  nurse  until  he 
bought  some  pajamas! 

Burt  doesn't  use  'em — and  plumb  forgot 
about  the,  er — complications  of  being  without 
them  until  he  was  told  in  no  uncertain  terms 
he'd  have  to  buy  some  male  lingerie. 

After  Burt  recovered  from  his  initial  em- 
barrassment, he  kidded  his  nurse  with,  "I 
didn't  think  there  was  anything  about  me 
that  hadn't  been  seen  before  in  a  hospital!" 

Elizabeth  Taylor  told  me,  "No  one  will 
ever  know  how  hard  I  prayed  and  how 
deeply  grateful  I  am  that  I  did  not  lose  the 
sight  of  one  eye  after  that  accident  on  the 
set."  (Continued  on  next  page) 


7 


New  Mum  with  M-3 
kills  odor  bacteria 
stops  odor  all  day  long 


PROOF! 

New  Mum  with  M-3  destroys  bac- 
teria that  cause  perspiration  odor. 


Photo  (left),  shows  active  odor  bac- 
teria. Photo  (right),  after  adding  new 
Mum,  shows  bacteria  destroyed  ! 
Mum  contains  M-3,  a  scientific  dis- 
covery that  actually  destroys  odor 
bacteria  .  .  .  doesn't  give  underarm 
odor  a  chance  to  start. 


Amazingly  effective  protection  from  under- 
arm perspiration  odor  —  just  use  new  Mum 
daily.  So  sure,  so  safe  for  normal  skin.  Safe  for 
clothes.  Gentle  Mum  is  certified  by  the  Amer- 
ican Institute  of  Laundering.  Won't  rot  or  dis- 
color even  your  finest  fabrics. 

No  waste,  no  drying  out.  The  only  leading 
deodorant  that  contains  no  water  to  dry  out  or 
decrease  its  efficiency.  Delicately  fragrant  new 
Mum  is  usable,  wonderful  right  to  the  bottom  of 
the  jar.  Get  a  jar  today  and  stay  nice  to  be  near! 

A  Product  of  Bristol-Myers 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  oews 

Continued 

Liz  had  been  working  in  the  face  of  a 
wind-machine  on  the  set  of  Elephant  Walk 
when  a  bit  of  rusty  flint  blew  into  her  left  eye 
— and  for  five  breathless  days  this  beautiful 
girl  did  not  know  whether  her  sight  would  be 
saved.  It  was  a  terrible  experience  for  Liz  who 
says,  "I  shall  never  stop  returning  thankful 
prayers." 

There  have  been  few  pictures  more  jinxed 
than  Elephant  Walk — first  Vivien  Leigh's 
breakdown  and  then  this  near-tragedy  to  Liz, 
who  replaced  her. 

Thank  heavens  the  doctors  say  she  is  no 
longer  in  jeopardy. 

■  |  '  here  was  an  odd  expression  on  Geary 
*  Steffen's  face  as  he  sat  ringside  at  lane 
Powell's  nightclub  debut  in  Las  Vegas  when 
she  sang  "Bye,  Bye,  Baby"  and  "It's  Too  Late 
Now"  more  or  less  in  his  general  direction. 

His  pals  say  Geary  is  burning  over  the 
"maybe-and-maybe-not"  attitude  lane  is  tak- 
ing about  their  reconciliation. 

After  Geary  flew  back  to  Hollywood,  Gene 
Nelson  flew  up  to  Las  Vegas.  But  lane  still 
says  she's  taking  a  lot  more  time  to  make  up 
her  mind. 

When  Bob  Wagner  returns  from  location 
on  Twelve  Mile  Reef  in  Florida,  he's 
moving  out  of  the  apartment  Debbie  Reynolds 
decorated  for  him — and  into  a  house. 

This  time,  Terry  Moore  is  doing  the  deco- 
rating honors. 

Maybe  my  original  guess  that  this  was  a 
location  "publicity  romance"  was  wrong. 

Frank  Sinatra  and  Montgomery  Clift  be- 
came very  buddy-buddy  in  Honolulu 
shooting  From  Here  To  Eternity.  The  whisper 
is  that  the  boys  had  almost  too  much  fun  do- 
ing the  nightclubs. 

But  it  doesn't  show  in  their  work.  I  hear 
both  boys  are  great. 

X7»  verything  happens  to  poor  Shelley  Win- 
J— ■  ters.  No  sooner  did  she  get  her  man, 
Vittorio  Gassman,  back  in  Hollywood  after 
months  of  separation  than  he  came  down  with 
the  virus  flu. 

They  had  successfully  dodged  all  their 
friends  and  slipped  out  of  town  for  a  second 


The  fashionable  promenade  at  Venice  was 
mystified  by  Clark  Gable's  new  sweetheart.  He 
wouldn't  tell,  but  her  name's  Suzanne  Dadolle. 


with  ELLIOTT  REID  ■  TOMMY  NOONAN 
GEORGE  W1NSL0W  •  MARCEL  DALIO 
TAYLOR  HOLMES  •  NORMA  VARDEN 
HOWARD  WENDELL  *  STEVEN  GERAY 


fNUUUUtU  BY  UIHtUtU  EST  HLKttni  TLrtl  DT 

SOL  C.  SIEGEL- HOWARD  HAWKS  •  CHARLES  LEDERER 

Music  and  Lyrics  by  JULE  STYNE  and  LEO  ROBIN  •  Presented  on  the  Stage  by  HERMAN  LEVIN  and  OLIVER  SMITH 


BASED  ON  THE  MUSICAL  COMEDY  BY 
JOSEPH  FIELDS  and  ANITA  LOOS 


I  dreamed 

I  went  on  a  tiger  hunt  in  my 

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I'm  the  daring  young  lady  from  Niger 
Who  smiles  as  she  goes  hunting  tiger; 
My  figure  is  svelte, 
The  best  on  the  veldt  .  .  . 
Or  anywhere  else,  says  the  tiger! 

The  dream  of  a  bra:  Maidenform's  Maidenette* 
in  acetate  satin  and  lace;  broadcloth 
and  lace;  or  nylon  taffeta 
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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

Continued 

honeymoon  at  Laguna  Beach  when  Vittorio's 
teeth  started  chattering,  he  ran  a  high  fever 
and  every  bone  in  his  body  ached. 

Ten  hours  after  their  departure — Shell  and 
Gassman  were  back  home! 

"Some  second  honeymoon,"  yipped  Shell. 

But  she  went  about  setting  up  two  nurseries 
at  home — one  for  baby  Vittoria  as  far  away 
from  her  ailing  pappa  as  possible;  and  an- 
other for  Vittorio  and  his  medicine  bottles. 

Gossip  from  London  is  that  Lauren  Bacall 
gave  Humphrey  Bogart  a  hard  time  for 
dining  with  a  Greek  beauty  on  several  occa- 
sions before  she  arrived  in  Europe. 

Bogey  said  the  Greek  was  a  guide  to 
museums,  etc. 

"Since  when  did  you  become  interested  in 
Greek  culture?"  Baby  is  supposed  to  have 
yelled  at  her  lord  and  master  (???????). 

This  seems  to  have  been  "Be  Nice  To 
Louella"  Month. 
Another  big  party  in  my  honor  was  given 
by  the  Masquers  Club,  a  theatrical  organiza- 
tion for  men  only. 

What  woman  wouldn't  be  thrilled  at  being 
the  only  belle  present  at  a  dinner  with  400 
hosts? 

On  the  dais  were  such  wonderful  old 
friends  as  Pat  O'Brien,  George  Burns,  Y. 
Frank  Freeman  (boss  of  Paramount),  Jesse 
Lasky,  Eddie  Cantor  and  such  new  friends  as 
Jerry  Lewis  and  Donald  O'Connor. 

George  Burns  had  everyone  in  stitches 
when  he  kidded  me  about  the  way  I  fight 
for  "scoops." 

He  said,  "Once,  Hedda  Hopper  printed  that 
I  gave  the  worst  performance  she  had  ever 
seen.  And,  Louella  called  me  and  yelled, 
'When  you  have  a  story  like  that — give  it 
to  me  FIRST.'  " 

I  noticed  that  Donald  O'Connor  had  a  very 
funny  expression  on  his  face  when  Jerry 
Lewis  started  to  speak.  Jerry's  talk  was  along 
the  lines  that  he  didn't  know  who  Louella 
Parsons  is  but  he  never  turned  down  a  free 
dinner,  etc,  etc,  etc. 

Later,  Donald  told  me  that  his  speech  be- 
gan exactly  like  that  and  he  had  to  throw 
away  all  his  prepared  laughs. 

I'm  very  glad  he  did,  because  Don's  tribute 
to  me  was  one  of  the  sweetest  and  most 
sentimental  I  have  ever  received.    He  said 


Mitzi  Gaynor  attended  the  premiere  of  Cine- 
rama with  one  of  her  agents,  Jack  Bean.  N/litzi 
has  two:  one  for  business,   one  for  publicity. 


Now...Jor  the  First  time,  a  Home  Permanent  brings  you 


11 


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NOW. .. Better  than  ever!  An  entirely  different 


Only  Lilt's  new  "Instant  Neutralizing" 

gives  you  all  these  important  advantages: 

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A  new  method  makes  neutralizing  much 
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A  wonderful  wave  conditioner  beautifies 
your  hair...  makes  it  softer,  more  glamorous ! 

Beauty  experts  say  you  can  actually  feel 
the  difference! 


Yes,  you  can  feel  the  extra  softness,  in  hair 
that's  neutralized  this  wonderful  new  Lilt 
way! 

No  test  curls  needed,  either!  Yet  new  Lilt 
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The  best,  long-lasting  wave  too! 

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When  asked  to  dinner,  should  you  be — 


Which  can  be  a  threat  to  poise? 

Q  A  callous  heart  Q  A  callused  heel 

We're  talking  about  those  beat-up  loafers  she's 
wearing.  The  soft  shoe  routine  is  fine  — 'til 
they  get  too  loose;  then,  being  slip-shod  can 
cause  a  callus.  Shoes  should  fit  snugly.  Pro- 
tects your  looks;  poise.  Of  course,  at  problem 
time,  poise  and  Kotex  go  together.  That  safety- 
center  gives  extra  protection.  And  Kotex  holds 
its  shape;  is  made  to  stay  soft  while  you  wear  it. 


More  women  choose  KOTEX* 
than  all  other  sanitary  napkins 

*T.  M .  REG.  U.  S.  PAT.  OFF.  


I   I  Sure  of  the  date  Q  "Fashionably"  late 

You  were  positive  Mary's  mom  said  this 
Tuesday.  ("Dinner  ...  a  few  friends.") 
Or  did  she  mean  next  Tuesday?  Double- 
checking  would  have  spared  confuddle- 
ment.  Saved  barging  in,  a  week  ahead,  to 
find  the  family  re-hashing  Sunday's  roast! 
Better  not  be  "hazy"  about  certain  other 
"dates",  either.  Or  the  kind  of  sanitary 
protection  to  choose.  Remember,  Kotex 
prevents  revealing  outlines.  Those  special 
flat  pressed  ends  let  you  glide  through  any 
occasion  —  with  a  heart  as  light  as  helium! 


If  he's  just  an  acquaintance— 

I   |  Try  siren  tactics        Q  Pay  your  own  fare 

Your  friendship's  casual.  Comes  along  a  bus 
—  and  suddenly  your  purse  develops  lock- 
jaw! A  chance  meeting  doesn't  mean  he 
must  pay  your  way.  Best  you  pay  your 
own.  On"trying"days  discover"your  own" 
absorbency  of  Kotex.  You'll  see  — (by  try- 
ing all  3)— whether  Regular,  Junior  or 
Super  is  the  one  for  you. 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

Continued 

how  much  I  had  helped  him  and  other  young 
players  on  the  way  up  and  it  touched  me 
very  much. 

The  Masquers'  party  was  one  evening  I 
hated  to  see  come  to  an  end  and  I  shall  al- 
ways be  grateful  to  my  400  "beaux." 

Don't  hold  your  breath  until  Liz  and  Dan 
Dailey  reconcile.  All  the  excitement 
about  their  being  together  for  a  weekend  in 
Santa  Barbara  with  little  Dan,  III — was  purely 
an  accident. 

Liz  took  their  son  to  the  famed  Alisal  Ranch 
to  get  over  a  cold. 

Unknown  to  her,  Dan  was  in  Santa  Bar- 
bara to  ride  in  a  horseshow.  When  he  heard 
his  ex  and  his  son  were  there,  Dan  came 
a-callin'  and  took  them  out  to  dinner. 

"All  the  bitterness  between  us  is  over,"  Liz 
said,  "and  it's  best  for  our  boy  that  we  be 
friends  in  the  future.  Dan  is  a  wonderful 
father  and  little  Dan  loves  him  so  much. 

"But  it  isn't  true  that  we  have  plans  to 
reconcile.  We  have  never  discussed  the  sub- 
ject." 

I  asked,  "Liz,  would  you  like  to  resume 
marriage  with  Dan?" 

She  said  softly,  "I  don't  quite  know  how  to 
express  myself— but  what  I  mean  is  that  I 
don't  want  to  close  the  door  to  such  a  possi- 
bility." 

Are  you  listenin',  Dan? 

T  f  Tony  Curtis  and  Janet  Leigh  are  having 
X  their  secret  troubles  they're  the  best  ac- 
tors in  the  world.  It's  been  a  long  time  since 
I've  seen  such  tenderly  passionate  love 
scenes  as  Tony  and  Janet  play  in  Houdini. 

The  radiant  warmth  that  these  two  feel  for 
one  another  is  caught  by  the  camera  and 
turns  the  story  of  the  world's  greatest  magi- 
cian, Harry  Houdini,  into  an  enchanting  young 
love  story. 

You'll  see  a  new  Janet  here — she's  just 
utterly  delightful.  While  Tony  doesn't  physi- 
cally resemble  the  great  Houdini,  he  gives  a 
fine  acting  performance  and  an  equally  fine 
job  of  the  magic  tricks. 

T  talked  with  June  Allyson  over  the  tele- 
X  phone  just  a  few  minutes  after  she  and 
MGM  came  to  a  parting  of  the  ways  after  ten 
years  association.  (Continued  on  next  page) 


Joan  Evans  and  Kirby  Weatherby  are  so  happy 
they're  amazing  gossips  who  sold  their  marriage 
short.    Joan's    latest   film    is    Column  South. 


Have  you  tried  new  Delsey*  toilet  tissue— the  only  one  that's 
fine  and  firm  and  soft  —  like  Kleenex*  tissues  ?  Each  tissue  tears 
off  evenly  — no  shredding,  no  waste.  And  Delsey's  double-ply 
for  extra  strength.  Don't  you  think  your  family  deserves  this 
new,  nicer  tissue?  Ask  for  Delsey  at  your  favorite  store.  If 
Delsey  is  not  on  hand,  have  them  order  it  for  you. 


Live  with  Dry  Skin 
and  love  it! 

by  Rosemary  Hall 

BEAUTY  AUTHORITY 


If  your  complexion  is  dry,  you  know 
its  problems  —  the  flakiness,  the 
'grainy'  look  it  gives  make-up,  and 
the  little  dry  lines  that  age  your 
whole  appearance.  But  do  you  know 
how  lovely  dry  skin  can  be— if  . . .  ? 


Your  dry  skin,  with  proper  care,  can 
be  much  more  delicate-looking, 
much  freer  from  blackheads,  en- 
larged pores  and  unattractive  shini- 
ness  than  other  skin  types.  And  by 
proper  care  I  mean  a  cream  you  can 
use  effectively  in  as  little  as  5  minutes 
a  day — Woodbury  Dry  Skin  Cream! 


The  whole  secret  of  Woodbury  Dry 
Skin  Cream  lies  in  a  penetrating  in- 
gredient called  Penaten.  All  dry  skin 
creams  contain  softening  ingredients, 
of  course,  but  most  of  them  simply 
'grease'  the  surface.  The  Penaten  in 
Woodbury  Dry  Skin  Cream,  on  the 
other  hand,  really  carries  the  lanolin 
and  four  other  rich  softening'ingredi- 
ents  deep  into  the  important  corneum 
layer  of  your  skin. 

Five-minute  routine 
does  the  trick 

I  /  =  With  your  fingertips, 

smooth  extra  rich 
Woodbury  Dry  Skin 
j^fijlgpgfc   Cream  into  your  skin. 

""'  Leave  it  on  for  5  min- 
utes .  .  .  tissue  off  .  .  .  and  see  in 
your  mirror  a  fresher,  more  youth- 
ful look  than  you  ever  dreamed 
possible.  Penaten  helps  the  oils 
penetrate  so  quickly  that  5  minutes 
is  ample  —  but  you  must  do  it  regu- 
larly every  day!  Start  tonight  and 
see  the  lovely  difference  tomorrow. 
You  can  get  a  generous  introductory 
jar  for  only  25$  and  the  big  boudoir 
size  Woodbury  Dry  Skin  Cream  is 
only  97$,  plus  tax. 


with  MARCIA  HENDERSON  •  JAY  C.  FUPPEN  •  ANTONIO  MORENO  •  ROBERT  MONET 

Directed  by  ANTHONY  MANN  •  Screenplay  by  GIL  DOUD  and  JOHN  MICHAEL  HAYES  •  Produced  by  AARON  ROSENBERG 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  oews 


Continued 


"I  feel  I'm  doing  the  right  thing,"  June 
told  me,  "although  naturally  it's  a  wrench  to 
leave  old  friends  and  associates.  As  you 
know,  I've  wanted  for  a  long  time  to  make 
pictures  with  Dick  ( Powell,  her  husband,  who 
has  just  turned  director)." 

Junie  went  on,  "And,  in  a  few  years,  I  ex- 
pect to  retire  to  that  old  rocking  chair — or  at 
least  to  a  farm!" 

So,  our  gal  starts  retiring  by  signing  for 
The  Glenn  Miller  Story  with  Jimmy  Stewart 
and  So  This  Is  Paris  for  Milton  Sperling  at 
$150,000  per  picture! 

Personal  opinions:  Rita  Hay  worth  has 
lumbago — and  it's  painful.  But  why  did 
they  have  to  publicize  it?  Of  all  the  unglam- 
orous  ailments  for  a  glamor  girl — this  is  it.  .  .  . 

The  Dean  Martins  are  reconciled  but  Jeanne 
looks  anything  but  happy  to  me.  .  .  . 

On  the  other  hand,  when  the  divorced 
Donald  O'Connors  date  they  seem  to  be  hav- 
ing a  ball.  .  .  . 

Jeanne  Crain's  hair  gets  redder  and  shorter 
by  the  minute.  .  .  . 

There  are  many  things  John  Wayne  could 
have  said  in  his  property  settlement  fight  with 
Mrs.  Wayne  which  he  didn't!  .  .  . 

There  is  no  more  casual  girl  in  Hollywood 
about  her  career  than  Betty  Grable.  She's  on 
suspension  again  from  20th  for  refusing  a 
loanout  to  Columbia  for  The  Pleasure  Is  All 
Mine.  Betty  could  be  happy  with  her  husband, 
her  children  and  her  horses  for  the  rest  of  her 
life  without  ever  making  another  picture.  .  .  . 

My  money  says  that  Bing  Crosby  and  Mona 
Freeman  will  resume  dating  as  soon  as  he 
returns  from  Europe.  When  Bing  first  left  with 
Lindsay,  Mona  heard  nothing  from  him.  Re- 
cently, she  received  a  big,  fat  airmail  letter 
telling  her  all  about  their  adventures.  After 
looking  over  the  Continental  beauties,  I 
guess  little  Monie  seems  the  prettiest. 

Close-up  of  Jeff  Chandler:  He's  the  most 
mentioned  star  in  my  fan  mail  this  month. 
Surprisingly,  he  seems  to  appeal  to  both 
'teen-agers  and  more  mature  women.  ...  At 


June  Allyson's  delighted  with  her  new  status  os 
a  free-lance  actress.  She's  very  anxious  to  work 
with  her  husband  Dick  Powell  as  her  director. 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  oews 

Continued 

33,  his  hair  is  salt-and-pepper-gray  and  no 
one's  going  to  make  him  "dye"  for  his  art.  .  .  . 
He  gives  the  impression  of  great  vitality  and 
strength  and  yet  falls  asleep  faster  than  a 
baby.  .  .  .  It's  a  household  joke  with  his  wife 
and  two  little  girls  that  Daddy  may  or  may 
not  get  through  dinner  before  dozing  off.  .  .  . 
He  likes  to  dress  "sloppy"  but  because  it's 
good  business  for  an  actor  to  be  well  groomed 
in  public,  he's  just  blown  in  a  couple  thou- 
sand dollars  on  a  very  snazzy  wardrobe 
(which  he  hates!)  ...  He  isn't  good  at  fix- 
ing things  around  the  house.  If  a  fuse  burns 
out,  Mrs.  C.  does  the  repair  work.  ...  He  has 
good  reason  to  think  that  his  stomach  is  made 
of  steel.  It's  nothing  for  him  to  polish  off  a 
lunch  of  seafood  cocktail,  enchiladas  and 
watermelon!  .  .  .  His  secret  yearning  is  to  be 
a  comedian.  He'd  rather  be  Jerry  Lewis  than 
Jeff  Chandler  (so  had  Tony  Curtis!).  Jeff 
does  a  devastating  imitation  of  Lewis  for 
friends  and  would  like  to  do  it  at  a  benefit  or 
something — but  he's  scared.  ...  He  lives  by  a 
very  simple  philosophy  believing  that  life  is 
like  a  bank:  You  can  take  out  of  it  no  more 
than  you  have  put  in! 

The  Letter  Box:  "I  may  be  as  old  fash- 
ioned as  my  name  which  is  Sarah," 
writes  Sarah  Murphy,  Atlanta,  "but  I  just 
don't  get  all  these  unmarried  movie  stars 
traveling  around  together  with  no  one  seem- 
ing to  think  a  thing  of  it."  Oh,  yes  "some- 
body" thinks  something  of  it,  Sarah.  The 
studios  hate  it  but  don't  seem  able  to  prevent 
it. 

What  a  fan  Red  Skelton  has  in  Barbara 
Behrman,  Westfield,  New  Jersey.  Her  ode  to 
Red  covered  six  typewritten  pages!  Barbara's 
favorite  movie  gal  is  Doris  Day. 

Modern  Screen  take  a  bow!  Keith  Walker 
writes  from  Cheshire,  England,  that  M.S.  is  the 
"best  written  magazine  in  the  fan  field.  I 
can't  stand  the  slush  in  most  of  the  others." 

Jo-Nell  Wolfe,  Washougal,  Washington,  ac- 
cuses me  of  failing  to  note  what  a  fine  actor 
Rory  Calhoun  is  becoming.  "He  should  be 
taken  out  of  Westerns  and  given  important 
things.  I  think  Rory  would  have  been  won- 
derful in  The  Robe." 

That's  all  for  now.  See  you  next  month. 


Bing  Crosby's  companion  at  a  big  charity  ball 
in  Paris  was  the  Countess  des  Cars.  Will  she 
be  giving  Mona  Freeman  future  competition? 


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divorce 

did 
to  me 


■  I  read  this  romantic  nonsense 

about  myself  and  Bing  Crosby  and  I  marvel 

at  how  the  gossips  can  really  dream  it  up. 

Actually,  I  don't  quarrel  over  every 
word  printed  or  said  about  me — no 
one  in  the  public  eye  can  be  that  sensitive. 
But  I  shudder  at  the  effect  speculations 
and  assumptions  have  on  wives  who  read 
them.  And  I  don't  laugh  it  off. 
I  think  it  does  a  lot  of  harm.  The  idea 
that  divorce  is  a  license  to  do  what 
you  please  is  not  only  mistaken,  but 
a  bad  and  dangerous  example  to  hold 
before  every  housewife  who  is  weary 
of  hard  work  and  dull  routine. 

The  total  effect  of  all  the  printed 
gossip  is  to  give  the  impression  that 
divorce  gives  a  woman  a  chance 
to  go  have  a  mad  fling  for  herself.  It  just 
isn't  so.  I've  known  more  heartbreak 
in  the  past  year  than  ever  before  in  my  life. 

I  didn't  budge  out  of  my  apartment 
for  six  months.  And  no'w  I'm  pictured 
as  a  gay  party-girl.  Reading  some  of 
these  recent  magazine  stories 
people  must  think  I'm  out  doing 
the  town.  It  is  not  true. 

The  public  does  not  notice  how  much 
time  has  elapsed.  To  them,  it  seems 
that  one  minute  you  are  married, 
the  next  you  are  divorced,  and 
then  you're  living  it  up,  just  having 
a  ball  for  yourself.  I  don't  blame 
them.  But,  as  a  divorcee,  I  know  how 
ridiculous  these  gossip-inspired  opinions  are. 

Stories  about  anyone  in  the  film 
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PICTURE    OF    THE  MONTH 


THUNDER  BAY  James  Stewart  and  Dan  Duryea,  just  out  of  the  army,  head  for  Louisiana 
with  schemes  of  being  the  first  wildcatters  to  pump  oil  out  of  the  Gulf  of  Mexico  Jay  C 
>hppen,  an  oil  company  president,  stakes  them  and  thereby  nearly  falls  into  bankruptcy 
The  local  shrimp  fishermen  hate  these  guys  whom  they  accuse  of  dynamiting  their 
hauls  to  Kingdom  Come  as  well  as  sullying  their  daughters  (Joanne  Dru,  Marcia  Hender- 
son). But  not  so.  Stewart  and  Duryea  are  men  of  principle  where  those  daughters  are 
concerned.  And  Stewart's  a  man  obsessed  by  the  dream  of  finding  that  "black  gold " 
Naturally,  their  money  runs  out,  their  time  expires,  squalls  come  up,  the  fishermen  grow 
belligerent.  The  screen's  so  wide  the  Grand  Canyon  would  be  lost  in  it-well  almost 
Anyway,  the  screen's  the  thing  that  lifts  Thunder  Bay  out  of  mediocrity  and  makes  it 
exciting.  And  then  there's  the  sound— stereophonic  is  what  they  call  it,  which  means  you 
never  know  where  the  next  voice  is  coming  from.  It's  directional,  supposed  to  come  from 
wherever  the  speakers  actually  are.  This  is  Universal-International's  first  go  at  the  new 
improved  medium  so  you  can't  be  too  harsh  on  them.  You  really  get  to  see  how  an  off- 
shore drilling  operation  works  and  capture  some  of  the  thrill  that  comes  with  a  strike 
which  incidentally,  bathes  that  screen  in  oil.  Cast  includes  Gilbert  Roland,  Antonio 
Moreno,  Robert  Monet,  Henry  Morgan.  Technicolor,  too. 


ALL  I  DESIRE  Ten  years  ago  (that  was  1900)  Bar- 
bara Stanwyck  walked  out  on  her  husband  (Richard 
Carlson)  and  three  children  to  avoid  a  scandal  about 
her  and  Lyle  Bettger.  Barbara  went  into  vaudeville, 
wound  up  below  the  dog  acts.  Now  a  letter  from  teen- 
age daughter  Lori  Nelson  brings  her  home.  Carlson's 
now  a  school  principal,  quietly  admired  by  Maureen 
O'Sullivan.  Barbara  likes  it  at  home,  is  willing  to 
stay,  but  Lyle  Bettger's  still  around  to  press  his  dis- 
honorable suit.  He  goes  a  little  too  far  and  gets  shot 
by  the  lady.  Accidentally,  of  course.  But  Barbara's 
ready  to  iun  again.  Only  this  time,  her  husband 
bestirs  himself  to  act  like  a  man — U.I. 


LET'S  DO  IT  AGAIN  Jane  Wyman's  built— and  al- 
most all  of  it  shows  in  this  Technicolor  foolery.  She's 
married  to  songwriter  Ray  Milland  who  has  a  pen- 
chant for  taking  business  trips  to  Chicago.  Actually, 
he  never  leaves  Manhattan,  just  disappears  into  the 
bistros  with  Valerie  Bettis  who  specializes  in  grind- 
ing out  tribal  ritual  dances.  So  Jane  cooks  up  her  own 
romance — which  unfortunately  leads  to  divorce. 
Enter  Aldo  Ray  a  straight-from-the-shoulder  mil- 
lionaire. He  goes  for  Jane.  Milland  sneers  and  goes 
for  Karen  Booth,  but  you  know  where  his  heart  is. 
And  where  Jane's  heart  is.  Tough  getting  back  to- 
gether. But  they  make  it. — Columbia 


YOUNG  BESS  An  all-star  cast  in  lavish  Technicolor 
makes  Young  Bess  an  impressive  historical  drama. 
It  is  based  on  the  life  of  Elizabeth  the  First  (Jean 
Simmons).  Early  in  life  she  fell  in  love  with  Thomas 
Seymour  (Stewart  Granger)  who  became  Lord  High 
Admiral  of  the  English  fleet,  but  this  love  was 
doomed.  Charles  Laughton  plays  Henry  the  lusty 
king  who  racked  up  wives  like  an  adding  machine. 
Deborah  Kerr  is  the  softly  beautiful  Catherine,  one 
of  his  wives  who  later  married  Thomas  Seymour. 
Rex  Thompson  is  the  sickly  little  boy  King  Edward. 
Kay  Walsh,  Guy  Rolfe,  Cecil  Kellaway,  Robert 
Arthur  contribute  to  this  costume  masterpiece.  —  MGM 


Bobbi's  soft  curls  make  a  casual  wave 
like  this  possible.  Notice  the  easy,  natu- 
ral continental  look  of  this  new  "Capri" 
style.  No  nightly  setting  necessary. 


Only  Bobbi  is  designed  to  give  the  nat- 
ural-looking wave  necessary  for  the 
casual  charm  of  this  "Cotillion."  And 
you  get  your  wave  where  you  want  it. 


What  a  casual,  easy  livin'  look  this 
"Minx"  hairdo  has  . . .  thanks  to  Bobbi! 
Bobbi  Pin-Curl  Permanents  always 
give  you  soft,  carefree  curls  like  these. 


Everything  you  need!  New  Creme  Oil 
Lotion,  special  bobby  pins,  complete 
instructions  for  use.  $1.50  plus  tax. 


Bobbi  is  perfect  for  this  casual  "Ingenue"  hair  style,  for  Bobbi  is  the  perma- 
nent designed  to  give  soft,  natural-looking  curls.  Easy.  No  help  needed. 


NO  TIGHT,  FUSSY  CURLS  ON  THIS  PAGE! 


These  hairdos  were  made  with  Bobbi 
. .  .the  special  home  permanent 
for  casual  hair  styles 


Yes,  Bobbi  Pin-Curl  Permanent  is 
designed  to  give  you  lovelier, 
softer  curls  .  .  .  the  kind  you  need 
for  today's  casual  hairdos.  Never 
the  tight,  fussy  curls  you  get  with 
ordinary  home  or  beauty  shop 
permanents.  Immediately  after 
you  use  Bobbi  your  hair  has  the 
beauty,  the  body,  the  soft,  lovely 
look  of  naturally  wavy  hair.  And 
your  hair  stays  that  way  — your 
wave  lasts  week  after  week. 


Bobbi's  so  easy  to  use,  too.  You 
just  put  your  hair  in  pin  curls. 
Then  apply  Bobbi  Creme  Oil  Lo- 
tion. Rinse  hair  with  water,  let 
dry,  brush  out— and  that's  all.  No 
clumsy  curlers  to  use.  No  help 
needed  even  for  beginners. 

Ask  for  Bobbi  Pin- Curl  Perma- 
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you'll  love  Bobbi.  ^^vm^^^ 


Easy!  Just  simple  pin-curls  and  Bobbi  give  this  far  easier  home  permanent. 
When  hair  is  dry,  brush  out.  No  separate  neutralizer,  no  curlers,  no  resetting. 


wife? 


As  Laura  read  Jim's  old  love  letters  she  had  no  idea 
what  had  broken  their  engagement.  She  spent  many  a 
lonely  evening  before  she  discovered  that  sometimes 
there's  a  breath  of  difference  between  "ex"  and  "exquisite." 
Once  she  corrected  her  trouble'1',  she  gradually  won  }im 
back.  And  exquisite  she  was  as  he  carried  her  across 
the  threshold  .  .  .  a  girl  with  breath  as  sweet  as  the  blossoms 
in  her  bridal  bouquet. 

Listerine  Antiseptic  not  only  stops  ^halitosis  (bad  breath) 
instantly  ...  it  usually  keeps  it  stopped  for  hours  on  end.  This 
superior  deodorant  effect  is  due  to  Listerine's  ability  to  kill  germs. 


No  chlorophyll  kills  odor  bacteria 
like  this  instantly 

Germs  are  by  far  the  most  common 
cause  of  halitosis.  Because  they  start 
the  fermentation  of  proteins  that  are 
always  present  in  your  mouth.  In  fact, 
research  shows  that  your  breath  stays 
sweeter  longer  depending  upon  the  degree 
to  which  you  reduce  germs  in  your  mouth. 
Listerine  instantly  kills  these  germs  by 
millions,  including  the  bacteria  that 
cause  fermentation.  Brushing  your 
teeth  doesn't  give  you  any  such  anti- 
septic protection.  Chlorophyll  or 
chewing  gums  do  not  kill  germs. 
Listerine  does. 


Clinically  proved  four  times  better 
than  tooth  paste 

No  wonder  that  in  recent  clinical  tests 
Listerine  Antiseptic  averaged  four 
times  better  in  reducing  breath  odors 
than  the  two  leading  to^th  pastes,  as 
well  as  the  three  leading  chlorophyll 
products,  it  was  tested  against. 
That's  why  we  say,  if  you're  really  seri- 
ous about  your  breath,  no  matter 
what  else  you  may  use,  use  an  anti- 
septic. Kill  those  odor  bacteria  with 
Listerine — the  most  widely  used  anti- 
septic in  the  world.  Rinse  with  it  night 
and  morning,  and  before  any  date 
where  you  want  to  be  at  your  best. 


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LISTERINE  ANTISEPTIC  STOPS  BAD  BREATH 

4  TIMES  BETTER  THAN  CHLOROPHYLL  OR  TOOTH  PASTE 


THE  GREAT  SIOUX  UPRISING  The  Union  Army 
needs  horses  and  Lyle  Bettger,  who  supplies  'era,  isn't 
above  stealing  'em  from  the  Sioux  tribe.  The  Sioux 
chief  (John  War  Eagle)  is  so  enraged  he's  about  to 
enter  the  Civil  War  on  the  Confederate  side.  Jeff 
Chandler  wanders  into  camp.  Chandler  wins  Eagle's 
confidence  but  shortly  loses  it  when  more  horses  are 
stolen.  There  are  a  whole  bunch  of  ranchers  who  have 
a  run-in  with  Bettger  and  his  gang.  The  foreman  of 
that  gang — Stacey  Harris — murders  one  of  the 
ranchers,  pins  it  on  Jeff.  He's  in  hot  water  with 
everyone  except  Faith  Domergue.  She's  a  horse- 
trader,  too,  but  legit.  Jeff  escapes  a  lynching  mob, 
only  to  face  more  brutality  among  the  Indians.  In  the 
end  he  wins  both  vindication  and  Faith's  hand — U.I. 


DANGEROUS  WHEN  WET  The  father  of  Esther  Wil- 
liams (William  Demarest)  and  the  mother  (Char- 
lotte Greenwood)  and  the  kid  sisters  (Donna  Cor- 
coran. Barbara  Whiting)  are  all  health  faddists. 
Promoter  Jack  Carson  promotes  them  all  into  swim- 
ming the  Channel.  At  the  crucial  moment,  though, 
only  Esther's  allowed  to  chance  it.  Her  training  peri- 
od's broken  down  by  the  appearance  of  playboy 
Fernando  Lamas  who'd  rather  she  made  love.  Car- 
son's too  busy  being  pursued  by  Denise  Darcel 
(another  swimmer)  to  keep  an  eye  on  Esther.  This 
Lamas  does  constantly — and  the  way  she  looks  in 
bathing  suits  it's  no  wonder. — MGM. 


THE  MOON  IS  BLUE  Barbara  Bel  Geddes  starred  in 
it  on  Broadway.  Maggie  McNamara  brings  this  de- 
lightful comedy  to  the  screen,  assisted  by  Bill  Holden 
and  David  Niven.  Story  of  a  pick-up  on  the  observa- 
tion roof  of  the  Empire  State  Building  that  leads  to 
love  in  an  apartment  several  blocks  away.  Holden's 
just  broken  off  with  Dawn  Addams  (Niven's  daugh- 
ter). This  makes  Dawn  a  little  hysterical,  under- 
standably. Niven  views  the  proceedings  with  high 
humor  (he's  generally  very  high)  and  makes  a  play 
for  Maggie  himself.  The  dialogue's  fast,  clever  and 
risque  but  that's  no  complaint. —  U.A. 


THE  BEAST  FROM  20,000  FATHOMS  Top  science 
writer  Ray  Bradbury  inspired  this  movie  about  a 
pre-historic  monster  who's  awakened  from  a  long 
doze  by  an  atomic  blast  at  the  North  Pole.  Professor 
Paul  Christian  swears  he  saw  the  beast.  Among  the 
people  who  consider  Christian  nice  but  nutty  are 


4  "I  know  Playtex  babies 
are  better  actors.. .and 
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Says 

star  of  Paramount's  "Vanquished" 
Color  by  Technicolor. 
Shown  as  a  baby  — and  today. 


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Army  Colonel  Ken  Tobey,  noted  paleontologist  Cecil 
Kellaway  and  several  psychiatrists.  Kellaway's  as- 
sistant (Lee  Hunter)  thinks  Christian's  sane  enough 
to  marry.  Strange  things  start  happening  from  Nova 
Scotia  to  Massachusetts — fishing  ketches  destroyed, 
lighthouses  ripped  to  nothing,  docks  strewn  with 
debris.  Comes  the  day  this  animal  crawls  onto  the 
Fulton  Street  pier  and  terrorizes  New  York.  An 
exciting   wind-up    brings    things    back    to  normal. 

—  Warners. 


TAKE  ME  TO  TOWN  This  is  the  tale  of  Vermilion 
O'Toole  (Ann  Sheridan)  who  started  out  in  a  dance 
hall  and  ended  up  teaching  school.  Ann's  being  es- 
corted to  prison  (she  was  framed)  with  bad  boy 
Philip  Reed  when  she  jumps  the  train  right  into  the 
life  of  Sterling  Hayden.  He's  a  preacher,  also  a  log- 
ger, also  a  widower  with  three  sons  (9-year-old  Lee 
Aaker,  5-year-old  Harvey  Grant  and  3-year-old 
Dusty  Henley).  When  Dad  leaves  them  for  a  few 
days  on  a  job  they  pick  up  Ann,  bring  her  home 
where  they  hope  to  install  her  as  their  new  mother. 
The  town  ladies  flip  their  lids,  especially  prudish 
Phyllis  Stanley.  When  Sterling  returns  he  tells  Ann 
go  but  next  day  she  saves  Dusty  from  a  bear,  cooks 
a  wonderful  dinner  and  looks  quite  gorgeous  in 
Technicolor.  It's  love,  and  when  Sheridan  stages  a 
show  to  get  money  to  build  a  church,  it's  marriage 
to  Sterling  plus  a  new  job  teaching  Sunday  School 

— U.l. 


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Remains  To  Be  Seen  is  a  snappy  story  of  the  murder 
of  a  millionaire  (Morgan  Farley)  who  is  found  dead 
in  his  Park  Avenue  apartment,  and  two  minutes  after 
he's  dead  someone  sticks  a  bread  knife  in  his  chest. 
Crazy  goings-on  involving  the  house  manager  Van 
Johnson,  the  corpse's  unloving  niece  June  Allyson,  his 
attorney  Louis  Calhern,  his  doctor  John  Beal  and  a 
slightly  schizoid  woman  of  mystery,  Angela  Lansbury. 
Between  finding  the  murderer  (if  you  can  call  it 
murder)  and  falling  in  love,  June  and  Van  act  cute 
all  over  the  place.  Van's  a  jazz  addict,  hot  on  drums; 
June's  a  jitterbug,  quick  on  the  upbeat.  It's  a  true 
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FRANCIS  COVERS  THE  BIG  TOWN  Donald  O'Con- 
nor, copy  boy  on  a  big  New  York  City  newspaper, 
has  a  real  flair  for  bringing  in  news  stories  before 
they  break.  This  is  very  helpful  to  gossip  columnist 
Nancy  Guild  (whom  he  adores)  and  crime  reporter 
Larry  Gates  (whom  he  hero-worships).  But  these 
two  just  use  him  for  their  greater  glory,  pump  him 
about  where  he  gets  his  information.  Simple,  he 
says,  he  gets  it  from  Francis  the  mule  who  gets  it 
from  the  police  horses.  Every  time  Donald  admits 
this,  he's  given  a  psychiatric  examination.  But  he 
has  his  day — in  court,  where  he's  on  trial  for  mur- 
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what  divorce  did  to  me 

(Continued  from  page  16)  and  grow,  just 
like  Baron  Munchausen's  cherry  trees. 
You  hear  about  yourself  in  places  you've 
never  been,  and  with  people  you've  never 
met.  One  person  tells  another,  it's  printed 
in  one  place,  rewritten  and  added  to  for 
another  publication.  Everybody  gossips 
about  a  divorced  person.  I  probably  did 
it  myself  until  I  was  divorced.  I'll  never 
do  it  again. 

I  used  to  read  the  kind  of  stories  they 
are  writing  about  me  now  as  exciting  bits 
of  news.  Now  they  excite  only  my  anger! 

The  plain  truth  is  that  I  am  having  a 
hard  time  getting  adjusted — and  so  does 
every  other  person  who  goes  through  a 
divorce.  How  about  giving  us  a  chance?  I 
know  I  am  just  one  of  too  many  thousands, 
but  every  other  person  who  has  gone 
through  a  divorce  and  is  a  parent  will, 
I  am  sure,  understand  my  problem. 

I  have  a  child,  whom  I  dearly  love.  She 
has  to  live  with  my  decision  and  the  world 
I  have  created  or  torn  apart.  It  is  my  re- 
sponsibility, for  which  she  will  either  blame 
or  thank  me.  No  mother  wants  to  make  her 
child's  world  one  of  bewilderment,  full  of 
strangers. 

IX/Tonie  has.  to  go  to  school  and  face  the 
inquiries  and  comment  of  her  school- 
mates I  do  not  forget  this  fact.  Above  all 
I  hope  for  the  chance  for  Monie  to  grow  up 
normally. 

Normal  growth  and  normal  home  life  are 
becoming  more  and  more  unusual  in  our 
society  today.  It  is  a  growing  rarity  to  find 
a  happy  marriage.  Many  young  couples 
are  having  a  difficult  time,  trying  to  hold 
their  marriages  together. 

If  they  pick  up  a  newspaper  every  day, 
they  are  constantly  confronted  with  bro- 
ken marriages.  Next,  they  read  about  these 
divorcing  couples  dating  freely.  It  all 
sounds  like  a  merry  exchange  as  it  is 
dinned  upon  by  the  radio,  newspapers, 
magazines,  columnists,  etc.  With  this  un- 
ending barrage,  it  is  no  wonder  that  so 
many  couples  decide  that  it  is  so  much 
easier  to  call  it  quits  and  get  a  divorce. 
Many  of  them  are  victims  of  this  propa- 
ganda of  our  times — which  sells  newspapers 
and  magazines,  and  sells  marriage  out. 

Divorce  is  a  serious  matter,  but  you'd 
never  realize  it  from  most  of  what  you 
read  or  hear.  I  can  say,  from  my  own  ex- 
perience, it  is  not  attractive,  or  easy. 

My  religion  means  more  to  me  today 
than  it  ever  did  before.  It  has  been  the 
only  thing  that  has  helped  my  troubled 
mind  and  spirit,  and  given  me  hope  for  the 
future.  It  has  disciplined  my  thinking  a 
great  deal,  too.  And  I  believe  I  am  gaining 
a  perspective.  Some  of  the  things  which 
used  to  be  most  important  to  me  are  more 
properly  rated  now,  I'm  sure.  I  think  a 
long  time  before  I  arrive  at  an  inflexible 
opinion.  It  takes  two  people  to  make  a 
successful  marriage,  and  it  takes  two  peo- 
ple to  make  a  marriage  fail.  While  I  still 
do  not  think  it  at  all  probable  that  my  hus- 
band and  I  will  ever  go  back  together,  I 
am  not  going  to  destroy  the  friendship  we 
saved  from  our  marriage,  and  I  am  not  go- 
ing to  think  a  reconciliation  is  utterly 
impossible. 

Tn  most  cases,  pride  and  ego  are  the  worst 
hazards  to  reconciliation.  Those  quali- 
ties, plus  emotional  or  economical  inse- 
curity often  becloud  logical  thinking. 

During  a  tense  period,  such  as  often 
leads  to  divorce,  almost  any  married  per- 
son gets  the  feeling  of  being  trapped.  If 
the  family  economic  situation  is  bad — that 
adds  to  it. 

Actually,  once  the  idea  of  divorce  enters 
the  picture  as  a  release — when  the  wife 


starts  figuring  how  much  alimony  or  child 
support  sher-  can  get — and  the  husband 
starts  wondering  how  much  he  would  have 
left  to  support  another  wife — that  couple 
is  ready  to  tell  it  to  the  judge.  If  they  de- 
cide that  their  income  can't  stand  the 
strain  of  the  economical  necessity — that  is 
a  tragic  set-up  for  all  concerned.  But  most 
couples  act  in  haste.  There's  nothing  new 
to  acting  in  haste  and  repenting  in  leisure. 

And  believe  me,  "going  home  to  Moth- 
er," isn't  an  automatic  answer.  Parents 
don't  particularly  want  you  back. 

They  may  dread  the  day  when  their 
daughter  leaves  them  to  be  married,  but 
most  of  them  adjust  after  the  wedding — 
and  dread  it  more  when  their  son-in-law 
becomes  an  ex — and  the  daughter  wants  to 
come  back  home. 

Then  there  are  the  specific,  unpublicized 
problems  in  the  life  of  a  divorcee.  No.  1 — 
Loneliness.  Perhaps  men  think  of  divorcees 
as  "fair  game"  but  women  never  think  of 
themselves  as  "fair  game."  They  only 
think  of  themselves  as  lonely.  They  don't 
think  of  every  man  they  meet  as  a  po- 
tential husband,  but  they  do  think  about 
and  they  do  need  emotional  security— 
someone  to  believe,  trust,  and  be  fond  of. 
Sex  is  not  at  the  top  of  this  list.  You 
think  twice  before  marrying  again,  even 
when  there  is  not  a  religious  barrier.  That 
year's  necessary  wait  in  California,  be- 
tween the  interlocutory  and  final  divorce, 
is  the  best  law  the  state  has! 

One  thing  I  have  discovered  over  and 
over  since  my  divorce  is  the  inability 
of  most  people  to  face  their  problems. 
They  try  to  hide  them,  evade  them,  not 
talk  about  them,  which  just  adds  up  to 
problems  unsolved.  The  resultant  tragedy 
is  that  few  people  truly  understand  each 
other,  or  have  any  idea  of  how  to  help 
another  human  being.  I  guess  all  of  us 
hide  behind  false  faces  all  too  often. 

I  have  spent  a  great  deal  of  time  in  Palm 
Springs  since  my  divorce,  most  of  it  as 
the  guest  of  Mousie  and  Bill  Powell. 

I  find  myself  thinking  more  and  more 
about  a  lot  of  the  people  I  see  there.  Most 
of  the  people  who  can  spend  a  lot  of  time 
at  resorts  are  rich  in  material  things,  and 
most  of  them  have  problems  too — that  their 
money  can't  buy  them  out  of.  And  there 
are  any  number  of  terrible  things  people 
can  have  to  cope  with.  But  they  smile  and 
they  laugh  and  they  sit  and  drink  and 
talk  about  getting  their  poodles  clipped.t 
Or  who  is  a  good  manicurist.  Or  complain* 
about  the  way  their  hair  is  done.  Or  the 
kind  of  canasta  hands  they've  been  hav- 
ing. Gee,  but  they're  lonely,  too.  Always 
in  a  crowd  and  always  alone. 

I  get  frightened. 

'"Phe  thing  that  scares  me  is  to  see  people 
concentrating  on  the  details  of  material 
living  and  letting  the  big  problems  go  un- 
solved or  enduring  them  with  no  hope  of 
solution.  And  I  believe  that  is  exactly 
what  too  many  of  us  are  doing. 

I  can  "escape"  to  Palm  Springs,  but  I 
hurry  home  because,  once  I'm  there  it  kind 
of  upsets  me.  It  is  okay  as  long  as  I  am 
playing  tennis,  which  I  love,  or  basking  in 
the  sun,  or  seeing  good,  reliable  old 
friends — but  I  can  only  take  just  so  much 
of  that,  too.  It  is  this  that  has  made  me 
revalue  my  life  and  re-appreciate  the  in- 
valuable help  and  protection  of  my  religion. 

I  want  to  understand  my  problems,  and 
I  am  working  on  them.  I  want  to  live  a 
good  life  and  to  be  a  good  mother.  I  read 
inferences  and  inuendos  about  what  I'm 
doing  and  it  sounds  like  I  am  racing  down 
that  primrose  path  so  vividly  described  by 
some  of  the  writers.  I'm  not  racing  any- 
where. I'm  walking  slowly,  carefully,  on 
the  path  all  divorcee?  know. 

It  is  not  a  journey  I  would  recommend  to 
anyone.  END 


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The  verdict  isn't  in  yet, 
but  the  preliminary  rounds 
indicate  that  the  divorce 
between  Duke  and  Chata 
Wayne  will  be  the  bit- 
terest in  Hollywood  history. 

BY  SANDY  CUMMINGS 


the  battling 

WAYNES 


■  This  happened  just  before  John  Wayne  left 

for  Mexico,  for  Camargo  in  Chihuahua  to  be  exact,  where  Duke 

is  making  Hondo  for  his  own  independent  motion 

picture  company,  Wayne-Fellows,  Inc. 

Wayne  was  striding  out  of  Superior  Judge  William 
R.  McKay's  courtroom  when  I  edged  up  to  him 
and  said,  "How's  it  going,  Duke?" 

The  actor  took  out  a  handkerchief  and  mopped  his  brow. 
"You  know,"  he  said,  a  wry  grin  forming  itself  on  his 
lips,  "I  may  never  get  married  again." 

And  Duke  wasn't  kidding,  either,  because  his  second 
wife  Esperanza  Bauer  Wayne  has  been  giving  « 
him  a  real  bad  time  in  the  California  law  courts. 

Ever  since  they  agreed  to  separate  on  May  7th,  1952, 
after  six  years,  three  months,  and  20  days  of  marriage, 
Duke  and  the  former  Mexican  film  star  have  been  at  loggerheads. 

"Chata"  Wayne; — the  word  means  "pugnose"  in  Spanish 
and  is  what  Duke  used  to  call  his  wife  in  happier  times — 
first  filed  a  suit  for  separate  maintenance  last  year  when 
she  hired  famed  legal  light  Jerry  Giesler  to  represent  her. 

Duke  answered  that  suit  by  announcing  that  a  separation 
wasn't  good  enough  for  him.  What  he  wanted  was 
to  be  completely  free  from  this  30-year-old  beauty,  whereupon 
he  in  turn  filed  a  divorce  suit  which  is  scheduled  to  come 
up  this  October,  and  it's  going  to  be  a  lulu. 

After  Duke  filed  his  suit  for  divorce,  the  lawyers  for  both 
parties  got  together.  Wayne's  financial  worth  is  indeed  a 
complex  affair,  and  it  took  some  time  for  lawyers 
Jerry  Giesler  and  Frank  Belcher  to  arrive  at  some 
equitable  financial  settlement  for  "Chata." 

Just  before  such  an  agreement  was  to  be  resolved,  the  second 
Mrs.  Wayne  decided  to  substitute  lawyers.  She  hired 
an  attorney  named  {Continued  on  page  95) 


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FROM  THE  MOVIES 

ANNA— title  song  by  Al  Caiola  (Victor). 

Al  Caiola  is  a  fine  guitarist,  but,  like 
everyone  who  has  made  other  versions 
since  the  sultry  Silvana  Magnano's  (re- 
viewed here  two  issues  ago)  he  has  to 
take  second  place  to  her. 

LIMELIGHT — Theme  music  by  Fronk  Chasksfield 
(London). 

MAIN  STREET  TO  BROADWAY —  There's  Music 
In  You  by  Freddy  Martin  (Victor). 

RETURN  TO  PARADISE — title  song  by  Percy 
Faith*  (Columbia);  David  Rose  (MGM); 
Nat  Cole  (Capitol):  Camarata  (Lon- 
don); Alan  Dale  (Coral). 
Looks  as  if  history  is  trying  to  repeat 
itself — the  same  star  (Gory  Cooper),  the 
same  songwriting  team  (Ned  Washington 
and  Dimitri  Tiomkin)  ond  the  some  strange 
fascination  about  the  title  song  that  you 
found  in  High  Xoon.  The  Percy  Faith  ver- 
sion, which  runs  to  two  sides,  has  no  vocal 
but  is  the  most  interesting  performance. 

RUBY  GENTRY — Ruby  by  Horry  James*  (Colum- 
bia); Vaughn  Monroe  (Victor). 
The  James  treatment  is  a  pleasing  job, 
featuring  the  accordion  work  of  young 
Tommy  Gumina,  who's  been  on  tour  with 
the  James  band  for  several  months. 
Vaughn's  version  is  less  impressive;  inci- 
dentally, it  was  one  of  the  last  records 
mode  before  he  broke  up  his  band.  He's 
on  his  own  now,  big  enough  in  movies 
and  night  clubs  not  to  need  an  orchestra. 

SALOME — sound  track  album*  (Decco). 

Music  and  scenes  (but  principally  music) 
with  some  interesting  symphonic  work  by 
an  orchestra  under  the  direction  of  Morris 
Stoloff. 

SMALL  TOWN  GIRL-.Vv    Flaming    Heart  by 
Nat  Cole*  (Capitol). 

POPULAR 

JUDY  GARLAND — Send  My  Baby  Back  To  Me* 
(Columbia) 

Judy  makes  her  Columbia  record  debut 
with  a  gay,  swinging  performance  on 
which  Paul  Weston's  orchestra  helps 
bounce  her  along.  The  ballad  on  the  other 
side,  Without  A  Memory,  is  a  good 
dramatic  job. 

KAY  STARR — A  lies  Vous  En*  (Capitol). 

Kay  does  a  nice  job  on  this  waltz,  one  of 
the  better  songs  from  Cole  Porter's  gen- 
erally disappointing  score  for  the  Broad- 
way show  Can  Can.  Capitol  has  several 
of  the  better  records  on  other  songs  from 
the  production,  including  Gordon  Mac- 
Roe's  C'Est  Magnifique. 

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JULIA  ADAMS  says,  "Yes,  I  use  Lustre-Creme  Shampoo."  In  fact,  in  less  than  two  years,  Lustre-Creme  has  become  the  shampoo  of  the  majority 
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in  jars  or  tubes. 


.  .  .  and  thrilling  news 
for  users  of  liquid  shampoos ! 
Lustre-Creme  Shampoo  now 
available  also  in  new  Lotion 
Form,  30^  to  SI. 00. 


modern  screen  /august  1953 


HIS  FANS  MAY  THINK  HE'S  A  BASHFUL  BEAU, 


By  ALICE  HOFFMAN 


In  Cannes,  Gisele  Pascal,  Paris'  most  sought-after  model,  was  Gary's 


THE  WOMEN  IN  HIS  PRIVATE  LIFE  KNOW  BETTER. 


■  For  27  years,  the  entire  length  of  his  motion  picture 
career,  Gary  Cooper  has  led  a  charmed  life. 

His  virtues  have  been  exploited,  and  his  faults  have  been 
neglected. 

To  the  world  at  large  he  has  become  the  symbol  of 
the  typical  American  Westerner — tall,  quiet,  and  a  perfect 
physical  specimen.  He  has  never  in  his  career  played 
"the  heavy,"  so  that  in  the  public  mind  he  has  always  been 
rated  gallant,  trustworthy,  singularly  simple  and  loyal. 

In  the  past  year  and  a  half,  however,  ever  since  his 
separation  from  his  wife,  Coop  has  been  examined  with  a 
more  realistic  eye. 

After  reviewing  his  life  and  the  women  in  it,  an  in- 
credibly varied  assortment  of  international  beauties,  after 
reading  for  two  decades  a  succession  of  headlines  involving 
him  with  Clara  Bow,  Lupe  Velez,  Countess  Di  Frasso, 
Pat  Neal,  Dusty  Miller,  the  Mexican  charmer  called 
Channele,  and  now  the  French  beauty,  Gisele  Pascal — 
even  the  most  fanatic  of  Cooper's  fans  have  come  to  the 
belated  conclusion  that  Gary  is  (Continued  on  page  73) 


rite  date.  In  Paris,  Gary  looked  forward  to  reunion  with  Rocky  and  Ma 


In  one  brief  moment  Jane  Powell 
threw  away  the  most  honored  and  admired 
reputation  in  Hollywood. 
Her  husband,  her  fans  may 
forgive  her,  but  .  .  . 


BY  JACK  WADE 


can  Jane 
forget  the  Past? 


■  It's  a  big  room,  the  supper  room  at  the  Desert  Inn  at  Las  Vegas,  one 
of  the  biggest,  flossiest  night  club  rooms  in  America — and  it  was  jammed  to 
capacity.  More  than  500  people  sat  bunched  together  over  white  table 
cloths  waiting  for  something  to  happen.  If  you  were  an  idle  observer  you 
might  naturally  think  they  were  waiting  for  a  show  to  go  on.  And  they 
were  in  a  sense.  The  billing  outside  on  the  huge  electric  sign  said  "JANE 
POWELL,"  and  the  report  was  she  was  getting  $5,000  a  week.  Yes,  they 
were  waiting  for  Jane  Powell  all  right,  but  not  just  to  hear  her  sing. 

Most  of  the  people  sitting  in  that  room  that  night  had  known  Jane 
Powell,  from  seeing  her  on  the  screen  and  reading  about  her  in  the  news- 
papers and  magazines,  ever  since  she  was  a  kid  of  14.  They  had  known 
her  as  an  exemplary  wife  and  mother.  But  for  the  past  couple  of  weeks 
they  had  been  reading  a  different  kind  of  story.  "Will  she  or  will  she  not 
divorce  her  husband,  Geary  Steffen?"  "Is  she  or  is  she  not  in  love  with 
Gene  Nelson?"  There  was  tension  in  the  room  as  the  audience  waited  to 
get  a  look  at  her  and  maybe  make  a  judgment  for  themselves. 

Every  opening  night  is  tough,  but  this  was  a  particularly  tough  one  for 
Jane,  because  she  knew  what  they  were  waiting  for.  too,  and  she  had  to 
go  on  with  the  show  as  though  the  customers  out  there  weren't  buying 
anything  but  her  songs.  She  sat  in  her  dressing  room  and  thought  about 
all  this.  (Continued  on  page  71) 


Many  guests  were  shocked 
opening    night  when   Jane  sang 
Good-bye,  baby,  I'm  leaving  you." 


Jane  saw  Geary  right  before  she 
opened  at  the  Desert  Inn,  but  she  was 
stiil  unsure  of  a  reconciliation. 


Barron  Hiltons  {above)  the  Steffens  had 
little  time  to  themselves. 


Jane's    troubles    started  when 
MGM   began  glamourizing   her.  Did 
she  take  it  too  seriously? 


31 


THEY 

CALLED  THEM 
SHOCKING" 


Travelling  together  through  Europe,  Lana  and  Lex  found  themselves 
the  center  of  attention  everywhere.  (Above)  A  street  vendor  in 
Cannes  presents  flowers  to  Lana.  [Below]  A  boat  ride  with  friends. 


ind  her  constant  escort,   Lex,   journeyed  to  the   Isle  of  Capri.   In   spite   of   the    dark   glasses,   the   actress   was   easily   recognized  everywhere. 


TINENTALS  WERE  STARTLED  BY  LANA  TURNER'S  FRANK  AND  OPEN  BEHAVIOR  WITH  LEX    ■    By  TOM  DANCY 


"Tex  or  Lex,"  the  first  reporter  insisted, 
'  makes  no  difference.  Is  he  coming  with 
her  or  is  he  not?': 

"I  heard,"  volunteered  a  third  reporter, 
"that  they  tried  to  book  their  flight  under 
an  assumed  name,  something  like  Rich- 
ardson." 

"What  I  can't  find  out,"  one  photog- 
rapher interrupted,  "is  whether  they  are 
married  or  not.   I  heard  or  read  somewhere 


that    they    had   been    secretly  married." 

"I  do  not  even  think  they  are  engaged," 
a  French  movie  representative  said  authori- 
tatively. Then  as  an  added  thought.  "His 
name  is  not  Tex.  It  is  Tarzan." 

For  half  an  hour  conjecture  was  thrown 
about  with  reckless  abandon.  One  reporter 
said  that  Lana  would  undoubtedly  arrive 
alone,  that  Lex  Barker  would  meet  her  at 
some  appointed  rendezvous  in  France  or 


Italy.  "It  is  the  only  diplomatic  way,"  he 
pointed  out.  "Otherwise  there  will  be  talk." 

"Why  should  there  be  talk?"  someone 
else  asked.  "This  Tarzan  is  merely  her 
bodyguard.  She  hired  him  because  she  is 
afraid  of  Fernando  Lamas.  He  is  her  real 
lover." 

The  announcement  that  Lana's  plane  was 
arriving  cut  the  conversation  short.  The 
reporters  raced   (Continued  on  page  96) 


33 


Five  lovely  girls, 
all  intimate  friends  of 
Rock  Hudson,  speak 
their  minds  frankly 
about  this  eligible — but 
very  elusive — bachelor. 


of  humor,  but  doesn't  think  he's 
ready  for  marriage  yet. 

2.  New  starlet  Lori  Nelson 
looks  up  to  Rock  as  an 
established  star. 

3.  Piper  Laurie  envies  the 
girl  who  eventually  wins  him 
as  a  husband. 

4.  Newcomer  Joyce  Holden 
finds  his  terrific  sense  of 
humor  infectious. 


leave  him  to 
the  girls 


BY  PIPER  LAURIE 

■  To  begin  with,  I  can't  think  of  anyone  I'd 
rather  discuss  than  Rock.   It's  so  easy  to  say  nice 
things  about  him.  Maybe  this  won't  make  Modern 
Screen  happy,  because  they've  asked  me  to  lower 
the  boom  on  this  character,  but  I  honestly  can't 
think  of  anything  horrible  to  say  about  him. 
With  some  people  you  can,  and  when  you're  asked 
what  you  think  of  them  you  have  to  go  around 
corners  to  think  up  something  nice.   But  Rock's 
just  as  genuine  as  he  is  big. 

I  could,  of  course,  talk  about  his  appetite,  which 
is  unlike  anything  I've  ever  seen.   I  remember  I 
first  met  him  the  afternoon  he  came  over  to  the 
apartment  where  I  lived  with  my  parents  on 
Western  Avenue.  We  were  to  make  our  first  test 
together,  and  he  dropped  in  to  talk  over  the  scene 
with  me.  Mother  asked  him  to  stay  to  a  chicken 
dinner,  and  she's  never  been  so  thankful  that  our 
larder  was  loaded.   I  didn't  keep  track,  but  I  could 
swear  he  ate  three  whole  chickens  that  night. 
We've  teased  him  about  it  ever  since,  but  it  doesn't 
seem  to  dampen  his  ardor  for  food.   One  night  when 
we  had  a  dinner  date  he  arrived  at  the  house 
before  I  was  ready.  About  ten  minutes  later  I 
walked  into  the  living  room  and  found  Rock  munch- 
ing on  a  sandwich  mother  had  made  for  him. 
We  went  directly  to  dinner  after  that,  and  before  he 
brought  me  home  we  stopped  for  a  snack  in 
a  drive-in.  We  always  do,  unless  I  have  to  get  home 
particularly  early,  and  even  then  I'll  bet  he  stops 
off  somewhere  by  himself  for  a  steak  to  tide  him 
over  until  morning. 

The  wonderful  thing  about  Rock  is  that  he  enjoys 
kidding  himself  as  much  as  he  does  teasing  others. 
Like  the  night  he  was  due  (Continued  on  page  75) 


5.  Susan  Zanuck  considers 
Rock's  social  sense  and  good 
manners  a  great  asset  to  him. 

6.  Marilyn  Maxwell  finds 
his  sincerity  refreshing, 
particularly  in  Hollywood. 

7.  Gene  Tierney  enjoys 
Rock's  company,  even  while  he's 
growing  beard  for  movie  role. 


Tony  s  learned  a  hard 
lesson,  at  last.  It  takes 
more  guts  to  just 
accept  the  dirty  digs 
you  get,  than  to  start 
swinging  back. 

BY  MARSHA  SAUNDERS 


TOO  BUSY  FOR  A  LONG  VACATION 


the  Price 


■  In  Hollywood  there  are  two  reactions  to  newly  arrived 
stars:  (A)  "He's  a  jerk  and  he'll  get  what  he  deserves,"  and 
(B)  "He's  a  nice  guy  ...  I  hope  he  keeps  his  head." 

People  in  the  movie  industry  know,  more  or  less  sub- 
consciously, that  as  success  comes  to  each  new  star,  so  also 
comes  a  personal  battle,  one  that  is  often  lost.   The  mental 
attitude  known  as  Hollywooditis  comes  as  a  result  of  sudden 
fame  and  fortune.  It  is  a  disease  characterized  by  a  swelling 
of  the  head  and  a  loss  of  a  normal  sense  of  values,  and  those 
strong  enough  to  resist  it  are  few  and  far  between. 

Tony  Curtis  was  around  town  a  long  time  before  his  good 
looks  were  noticed  by  movie  goers,  and  once  that  happened  his 
popularity  grew  to  such  proportions  that  his  studio  was  forced 
to  star  him  in  a  picture.   To  Tony,  success  came  overnight 
and  when  hand  in  hand  with  his  flood  of  fan  mail  he  was 
accorded  an  equal  deluge  of  publicity,  the  people  in  Hollywood 
suddenly  came  to  know  him  .  .  .  the  columnists,  the  pub- 
licists, the  head  waiters,  writers  and  parking  lot  attendants. 
They  all  accorded  him  the  reaction  given  the  nice  guys ; 
they  hoped  he  would  keep  his  head. 

Tony  was  a  new  and  refreshing  type.   His  zest  for  living, 
his  easy  laughter,  his  pleasure  in  relating  the  homey  incidents 
of  his  life  on  the  drearier  streets  of  New  York,  all  in  a 
vocabulary  flushed  with  idioms  that  could  come  from  nowhere 
except  the  Bronx  .  .  .  these  things  made  him  well  liked. 
They  also  made  him,  because  of  the  great  contrasts  shortly 
to  come  into  his  life,  a  likely  and  susceptible  victim  of  Holly- 
wooditis. 

In  three  short,  bewildering  years  he  has  progressed  from 
a  bicycle  to  a  Buick  convertible,  from  a  bachelor  life'to  a 
highly  publicized  marriage  with  the  glamorous  Janet  Leigh, 
from  a  routine  existence  in  the  little  frame  house  in  the  valley 
with  his  parents  to  a  well  appointed  penthouse  on  Wilshire 
Boulevard's  fashionable  row.    And  {Continued  on  page  87) 


The  skipper's  son  decides  he  wants  to  be  a 
movie  star  too,  so  Tony  gives  him  some  hints. 


"Pretty  good  for  one  day's  haul,"  boasts  Tony,  I 
who's    proud    of   the    beauties   they  bagged. 


GREG'S  LEARNED  THAT  HE  CAN'T  LATE-DATE,  NOT  EVEN  IN  NIGHT 


boy 


now 


Mrs.  Greta  Peck  (right)  and  film  actress  Hildegard  Neff  {left)  are  friendly  enough  in 
public,  but  intimates  hinted  at  bitter  rivalry  a  while  ago.  Hildegard's  name  was  linked 
with  Greg's  when  they  made  Snows  Of  Kilimanjaro,  but  they're  never  together  now. 


Surrounded  by  admiring  women  everywhere  he  goes,  Gregory  Peck  finds  it  difficult  to 
keep  out  of  the  spotlight.  But,  his  trip  abroad  taught  him  that  a  movie  idol's  life  must 
be  above  reproach.  No  more  casual  feminine  companions  for  him,  at  least,  not  in  public. 


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BLOOMING  PARIS,  WITHOUT  THE  WORLD  REPORTING  EVERY  WAYWARD  GLANCE.  ■  BY  PAMELA  MORGAN 


Greg,  Greta,  and  their  three  sons  all  went 
to  Europe  together  .  .  .  but  Greta  cut  short 
her  stay,  and   returned  with  the  children. 


■  One  of  the  first  facts  of  life  that  a 
motion  picture  star  must  learn  is  that  his 
public  consists  of  the  entire  movie-going 
world.  Gregory  Peck  has  found  this  out 
now  but  he  learned  it  the-  hard  way, 
through  personal  experience,  and  he  knows 
the  sad  truth:  that  a  movie  star  can't  fool 
around  at  all.  however  innocuously,  with- 
out the  world  gleaning  some  glint  of  truth 
and  magnifying  that  glint  into  a  juicy 
news  story  of  domestic  discord. 

As  a  result  of  his  behavior  in  Europe 
since  last  June,  Greg  has  seen  his  name 
smeared  across  the  front  pages  of  a 
hundred  newspapers. 

Practically  every  columnist  in  Amer- 
ica who  deals  with  affairs  cinematic,  has 
announced  that  Greg  and  his  wife  Greta 
have  separated,  that  a  divorce  is  under 
discussion,  that  these  two  fought  like  cats 
all  over  Europe,  that  Greta  and  the  three 
Peck  boys  left  France  in  a  huff  because 
Greg's  marital  conduct  left  much  to  be 
desired. 

Greg  has  read  time  and  time  again  the 
printed  innuendo  linking  him  with  the 
Parisian  model  (Continued  on  page  81) 


CAN  THIS 


by  sheilah  graham 


KEEP  THIS 
T06ETHER  ? 


With  Vittorio  away,  Shelley  was  alone  before  and  after  her  baby's  birth  in  February. 


■  If  the  marriage  of  Shelley  Winters  and  Vittorio  Gassman  survives,  it  will  be 
chiefly  because  Shelley  has  never  lost  anything  she  really  wants.  And  she  wants 
the  elusive  Italian — for  better  or  worse — and  to  date,  it's  been  rough  going. 

To  say  that  Vittorio  has  put  our  emotional  Shelley  through  the  wringer  is  to 
understate  the  case.  But  she's  taken  it  amazingly  well.  To  me  it  was  unforgivable 
that  he  was  far  away  when  a  woman  needs  a  man  most.  I  find  it  hard  to  believe 
his  excuse  that  the  Italian  government  wouldn't  release  him  for  one  little  week, 
so  he  could  fly  to  Shelley  in  Hollywood,  when  she  was  giving  birth  to  their  baby. 
But  who  am  I  to  get  mad,  when  it  was  all  right  with  Shelley?  But  let's  face  it — 
anything  Vittorio  does  is  all  right  with  his  adoring  movie  star  bride. 

It  was  really  pathetic.  Everytime  Shelley  received  a  letter  from  him,  she 
called  the  columnists  to  rave  of  his  reviews  in  the  plays  that  were  keeping  him 
6,000  miles  away  from  her.  She  was  terribly  proud  of  spending  $500  a  month  on 
telephone  calls  to  her  beloved  Gassman.  It  would  be  {Continued  on  page  93) 


41 


YOU  CAN  WIN  AND  LOSE  A  FORTUNE  AT  LAS  VEGAS.  BUT  VAN  JOHNSON  DID 
BETTER  THAN  THAT.  HE  WON  HIMSELF  A  WHOLE  NEW  SLANT  ON  LIFE. 


"I'm  not 
afraid 
any  more 


11 


Congratulatory  telegrams,  and  admiring 
friends  like  Pete  Lawford  and  June  Allyson, 
spurred  Van's  smash  debut  at  The  Sands. 


■  One  evening  last  April  Van  Johnson 
walked  into  the  spotlight  at  The  Sands  hotel 
in  Las  Vegas.   It  was  his  first  nightclub 
appearance  in  a  dozen  years  but  those  years 
didn't  show.   His  almost  orange  hair,  the 
spray  of  freckles  across  his  face,  the  perky 
maroon  bow  tie  still  added  up  to  the  Ameri- 
can boy — even  at  36. 

This  was  the  night  for  Van  Johnson. 
He  was  about  to  test  himself  before  the 
toughest  audience  of  all — a  live  audience, 
sitting  out  there  in  the  dark  waiting  to  be 
amused. 

He  spoke  his  first  word  as  if  he'd  just 
discovered  he  had  a  voice.   But  one  word 
led  to  another  and  then  he  was  singing.  And 
when  the  music  hit  a  certain  beat  he  went 
into  a  dance. 

He  worked  with  a  kind  of  reckless  charm, 
covering  the  stage  like  a  whole  Broadway 
chorus  and  everybody  thought  he  was  having 
a  wonderful  time.  Nobody  suspected  he  was 
so  tensed  up  that  if  he'd  been  hit  on  the  head 
with  a  piece  of  the  rafter  he  wouldn't  even 
have  felt  it. 

There  was  a  song  he  sang  about  Holly- 
wood and  how  he  didn't  want  to  play  there 
anymore.   Goodbye  Esther  Williams,  ditto 
June  Allyson,  farewell  to  all  the  girls  who 
ever  cast  a  tender  eye  on  this  eager,  bashful 
Romeo.   And  let  Leo  the  MGM  Lion  roar: 
Van's  ears  were  plugged. 

That  song  went  over  big.   His  wife  Evie, 
who  was  sitting  at  a  ringside  table  with 
Marlene  Dietrich  and  Peter  Lawford,  ap- 
plauded along  with  everybody  else.  This 
was  Evie's  night,  too,  in  a  way.  She'd 
rarely  been  able  to  drag  her  man  within  five 
miles  of  a  nightclub,  and  here  he  was  kicking 
up  his  famous  red  socks  all  over  the  floor. 

Van  was  a  hit,  all  right.   But  a  couple  of 
odd  things  happened  after  that  performance, 
although  not  necessarily  in  the  following 
order. 

People  started  saying  that  Van  Johnson 
wasn't  kidding  about  that  farewell  song; 
he  really  was  through  with  Hollywood. 
And  Van  Johnson  (Continued  on  page  64) 


42 


I 


43 


Jan  and  Paul's  house,  set  on  14  acres  of  wooded  land,  looks  more  like  New  England  than  California.  It  used  to  belong  to  Melvyn  Douglas. 


A  country  hideaway  five  minutes  from  Hollywood 
and  Vine?  Impossible  said  real  estate  men.  Impera- 
tive, said  the  Douglas'- — who  got  what  they  wanted. 


■  Paul  Douglas  is  a  deceptive  man.  He  looks  a  little  like  a 
mug.  No  doubt  about  it.  Wide-angle  nose,  jut-jaw,  sandpaper 
voice,  truck-driver's  shoulders,  and  practically  no  neck;  so  that 
when  you  look  at  Paul  and  try  to  imagine  what  sort  of  home 
this  rugged,  talented  star  lives  in,  your  first  guess  is  that  he 
occupies  an  ostentatious  pent  house  or  maybe  just  a  simple 
room  in  the  Hollywood  Athletic  Club. 

There  is  absolutely  no  correlation  between  Douglas'  screen 
personality  and  his  environment. 

Douglas  and  his  beautiful,  well-bred  wife,  Jan  Sterling,  live 
in  one  of  the  great  showplaces  of  the  movie  colony,  the  kind  of 
tastefully-furnished,  landscaped  estate  (Continued  on  next  page) 


The  black  and  gold  chairs  and  table  in  the  dining  room  are  modern 
copies  of  Chinese  Chippendale.  To  offset  the  rather  ornate  furniture, 
the  colorful  floor,  drapes  and  walls  have  been  kept  simple  in  design. 


Because  they  do  lots  of  their  living  in 
Paul  placed  many  of  their  favorite 
breakfast  lazily  on  the  roomy  coffee 


their  spacious  bedroom,,  Jan  and 
books  and   paintings  here, 
table  when  they're  not  w 


More  pictures  on  following  page  - 


,  Thev  .VVV. 


Paul  found  this  three- 
paneled  Chinese  screen 
{left)  in  Tokyo,  on  his 
way  back  from  his  first 
Korean  trip.  It  serves  to 
camouflage  their  record 
unit.  The  twin  alabaster 
lamps  on  either  side  of 
the  couch  {right)  are 
antique  urns,  found  in  a 
little  shop  in  Los  Angeles. 


The  Douglcrses,  like  most  movie  stars,  make  use  of  their  pool.  It's, 
beautifully  landscaped,  and  they  are  able  to  swim  there  almost  all  year 
round.  Jan's  latest  film  is  Alaskan  Seas.  Paul's  in  Forever  Female. 


retreat  to  paradise 


continued 


Although  their  seven-room  house,  located  in  the  Hollywood  Outpost 
Estates  section,  is  rural  and  in  a  quiet  neighborhood,  it's  only  a  five 
minute  drive  to  the  heart  of  town.  They  spent  $60,000  for  the  place. 


Paul's  office,  which  used  to  be  the  fourth  bedroom,  is  a  wonderful 
place  for  spreading  himself  around.  Here,  he  spends  a  lot  of  time 
watching   sports  on   television,   and   catching   up  on   his  reading. 


you  might  expect  of  a  Rockefeller  or  a  Du- 
Pont  or  even  a  Vanderbilt,  the  type,  of  home 
that  exudes  an  air  of  gentility,  refinement, 
and  fifth-generation  money. 

It  doesn't  look  like  the  kind  of  house  most 
people  imagine  that  actors  live  in. 

Located  on  13  acres  of  woods  that  have 
been  manicured  with  careful  casualness,  the 
Douglas  property  resembles  a  slice  of  New 
England  countryside  transplanted  in  Cali- 
fornia. 

Rural  and  deceptively  quiet,  it  is  only 
five  minutes  by  Cadillac,  the  approved 
movietown  method  of  transportation,  to  the 
corner  of  Hollywood  and  Vine.  This  district 
is  known  as  the  Hollywood  Outpost  Estates, 
and  25  years  ago  when  movie  stars  lived 
nearer  the  studios,  it  was  considered  the 
most  exclusive  residential  district  in  town. 

In  fact,  it  filled  up  so  rapidly  that  actors 
who  now  have  the  money  must  go  further 
West  to  Bel-Air,  Brentwood,  and  the  Pacific 
Palisades  for  their  homesites. 

The  people  who  live  in  the  Outpost 
Estates  built  their  homes  soundly  and  with 
surprisingly  little  show  so  that,  for  the  most 
part,  the  basic  architectural  motif  of  the 
district  is  not  rococo;  and  the  sightseeing 
buses  stay  clear  of  it  for  that  reason. 

In  all  truth,  Paul  and  Jan  Douglas  were 
extremely  lucky  in  buying  their  house.  The 
previous  owner,  another  named  Douglas — 
Melvyn  Douglass-had  sunk  more  than 
$150,000  into  the  property  but  had  to  move 
East  to  star  in  a  long-running  Broadway 
comedy.  Whereupon  (Continued  on  page  92) 


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"Where  do  I 


V 


0  (\iwik 


FOR  EXCLUSIVE  PHOTOS  AND  STORY,  TURN  PAGE 


"Where  do  I 
go  from  here?" 

Ufa  Stibj  Ofwlk 


"One  day  I'll  just  up  and  quit," 
threatens  Betty.  And  intimates  sus- 
pect that  day'll  come  when  business 
starts  interfering  with  home  life. 


Betty  glories"  in  her  role  as  wife  and  mother.  The  undisputed  glamor  queen 
of  Hollywood  for  years  has  always  felt  her  husband  and  children  came  first. 


Betty  Grable  and  Harry  James  don't  go  out  often  ...  but  when  they  do,  all  Hollywood  can  see'  for  itself  how  much  in  love  the  glamour  ga 


48 


Harry  Jamef  gets  more  of  a  thrill  playing  his  latest  records  for  his  family- 
than  filling  an  engagement  in1*  any  of  the  swankiest,   big-time   night  spots. 


Jessica  and  Victoria  have  a  pet  parakeet,  and  teaching  it  to 
talk  has  become  a  family  project.  But  so  far  .  . ...  no  luck! 


Harry's  away  a  lot  with  the  band,  so  his  homecomings  are  always  exciting.  Betty,  Harry  and  their  horses  keep  the  James'  trophy  room  well 
Betty  rarely  accompanies  him;  she'd  rather  stay  home  with  their  daughters.      stocked.  Big  Noise,  a  colt  they  bred,  is  their  most  famous  horse. 


and  the  band  leader  are  with  one  another. 


BY  JIM  BURTON 

■  It  was  a  lousy,  gloomy  day  in  Beverly  Hills  when  Miss  Betty  Grable,  who'd  a 
lot  rather  you'd  call  her  Mrs.  James,  stood  in  the  library  of  her  green  home 
and  said: 

"One  day  something  will  happen  that'll  decide  it.  Something  will  come  up  that 
I  can't  walk  away  from,  can't  sideswipe,  can't  meet  head  on  without  fracturing 
something.  If  it's  a  locomotive,  I'm  the  one  fractured.  That's  when  I'll  leave 
pictures.  That's  the  answer  to  that  question  'Is  Betty  Grable  Through?'  If  it's  an 
answer." 

And  what  form  would  it  be  apt  to  take?  < 

"Well,  for  instance.  I  make  a  picture.  The  script  is  good.  The  preview  is  good. 
The  critics  like  it.  The  studio  likes  it.  Even  I  like  it.  (Continued  on  page  66) 


Here  are  the  first 
pictures  of  the  sensational 
new  hair-do  that  told 
Hollywood  Jeanne  Crain 
had  kicked  over 
the  traces.  Here's 
how  it  happened. 

BY  SUSAN  TRENT 


■  Jeanne  Crain  has  always  maintained 
that  she  is  no  pace  setter  where  fashions  are 
concerned.  ("I  stuff  my  purse  with 
notes  about  other  women's  clothes.") 
Last  spring,  however,  she  took  off  on  her 
own  and  got  a  haircut  that  has  the  whole  town 
talking.  The  Bobcat  Bob,  as  it  has  become 
known,  was  wholly  Jeanne's  idea,  and 
she  directed  every  nick  of  the  razor  to 
complete  what  she  enthusiastically  calls 
"the  most  wonderful  haircut  I've 
ever  had." 

Hair-dos  in  Hollywood  have  run  the 
gamut  from  shoulder  length  hair  for  men 
to  a  random  razor  hacking  for  women, 
but  Jeanne's  is  different  on  two  counts. 
First  of  all  it's  an  exceptionally  good  haircut 
for  reasons  which  will  follow,  and 
secondly  it  is  indicative  of  her  current 
rebellion. 

Psychologists  have  said  that  when 
a  woman  shears  off  her  crowning  glory 
she  is  getting  ready  to  kick  up  her  heels, 
and  this  holds  true  in  Jeanne's  case. 
The  impulse  to  cut  her  hair  to  a  minimum 
coincided  with  her  urge  to  leave  20th 
Century-Fox,  the  studio  with  which  she  has 
been  under  contract  ever  since  her 
movie  career  began,  ten  years  ago.  It  is 
not  easy  for  an  actress  who  has  been 
given  her  break,  her  fame,  her  training, 
her  stardom  and  her  entire  professional 
career  within  the  (Continued  on  page  79) 


Introducing 
Jeanne  Grain's  new 
Bobcat  Bob. 
You,  too,  can  have  it. 


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A  Modern  Screen 
all-time  high! 

by  JOHN  maynard  Frank  Sinatra  tells 

for  the  first  time  what 
it  felt  like  to  be  the 
great  idol  of  America's 
worshipping  bobby-soxers. 


■  The  little  guy  sat  there  quietly,  remembering  ten  years  ago,  not 
saying  anything. 

"But  what  about  it,  Frank,"  his  friend  asked.  "How  was  it?  Were  you  happy?" 

"Happy?"  For  a  moment  he  was  baffled  by  the  word,  as  so  many 
hyper-active  people  are  prone  to  be.  Perhaps  it  wasn't  a  specific  word. 
But  he  shook  it  off.  "I  was — I  was  everything.  Happy,  I  don't  know.  I  wasn't 
unhappy,  let's  put  it  that  way.  I  never  had  it  so  good.  Sometimes  I  wonder 
whether  anybody  ever  had  it  like  I  had  it,  before  or  since.  It  was  the  damnedest 
thing,  wasn't  it?"  He  spoke  in  honest  wonder.  "But  what  it  really  was 
like,  I  was  too  busy  ever  to  know  whether  I  was  happy,  or  even 
to  ask  myself.  I  can't  remember  for  a  long  time  even  taking  time  out  to 
think,  which  I  guess  was  all  for  the  best.  Anyway,  what  time  was  there?  But  I 
did  get  my  thinking  in  before  it  was  too  late." 

What  thinking? 

"About  when  and  how  it  was  going  to  end  and  what  I'd  do  then.  I  don't 
care  what  they  say,  I  never  had  any  ideas  about  it  going  on  forever. 
I  wasn't  kidding  myself.  But  it  was  my  business  to  get  a  cushion  ready  for 
the  fall,  make  sure  about  the  balloon,  you  know.  Some  balloons,  they 
burst,  and  some,  the  air  goes  out  of  them  gradually,  it  depends  on  how  you 
treat  the  balloon.  I  had  to  level  off  slowly  or  else.  It  was  the  only 
problem  that  kept  me  awake  nights.  It  was  serious.  I  think  it's  worked  out  all 
right  but  it  didn't  have  to.  And  of  course,  I  was  bound  to  go  into 
a  dive  at  first.  And  when  that  happened,  some  of  my  pals—"  He  made  a 
small  motion  across  his  throat  with  his  index  finger. 

"The  jerks  who  loved  Frankie,  they  never  even  called  me  up  to  ask  how  I  was. 
not  a  single  word.   It  was  like  they'd  never  {Continued  on  page  69) 


SOME  LIKE  'EM  BLONDE,  SOME  LIKE  'EM  DARK  .  .  .  BUT  THE  BROOKLYN  REDHEAD  KNOCKS  'EM  ALL  DEAD. 


■  This  past  Easter  when  titian-haired  Susan 
Hayward,  Brooklyn's  33-year-old  gift  to 
Hollywood,  was  touring  Europe  with  her  husband, 
blond,  handsome  Jess  Barker,  these  love  birds 
checked  in  at  the  Grand  Hotel  in  Rome. 

Accompanying  them  on  their  first  Continental 
journey  and  delayed  honeymoon — the  Barkers 
had  no  honeymoon  when  they  were  married 
nine  years  ago — was  an  affable  young  man  of  23 
who  had  been  loaned  to  them  by  the  Paris 
office  of  20th  Century-Fox  to  act  as  a 
combination  guide-secretary-chauffeur.  His  name 
is  Jean  Papote. 

In  Rome,  Jean  was  approached  by  several 
newspapermen  and  magazine  writers.  Was  it  true, 
they  asked,  that  Miss  Hayward  was.  notoriously 
chary  about  granting  interviews? 

"Exactly  the  opposite,"  Papote  told  them. 
"She  is  most  cooperative." 

The  next  thing  anyone  knew  Susan  Hayward 
was  being  interviewed  and  photographed  as  only 
the  Italians  can  do  it  .  .  .  with  verve, 
gusto,  and  endless  questions. 

One  Roman  reporter  who  spent  a  good  deal 
of  time  with  Susan  later  ran  into  me  in  front 
of  the  Excelsior  Hotel  which  is  a  lot  like  Schwab's 
drugstore  in  Hollywood  {Continued  on  page  98) 


Susies  grot 
every  t  h  i  ngr  • 

1)1)  Im^Uj  b^iMJr 


Susan's  first  bullfight  was  a  thrilling  experience  .  .  .  particularly  when 
one  of  the  toreadors,  Juilo  Aparicio,  [right]  dedicated  a  bull  to  her. 
Susan   [left]   returns  the  hat  he  threw  her  as  sign  of  the  dedication. 


After  the  bullfight  was  over,  Susan  and  her  husband,  Jess  Barker  [center]  posed 
with  one  of  the  other  toreadors,  Antonete.  Susie  particularly  wanted  the  picture 
to  send  back  home  to  her  twin  sons,  eight  year  old  Timothy  and  Gregory. 


busie  did  lots  ot  sightseeing  so  she  could  tell  the 
twins  about  Europe.  The  Barkers  are  planning 
another   trip,   the    next   time   with    the  boys. 


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Most  youngsters  have 
one  special  dream.  Tab 
Hunter  had  lots.  But  the 
most  glorious  of  all — becoming 
a  movie  star— he  never 
even  dared  hope  for! 

BY  KIRTLET  BASKETTE 


a  pocketful 


Tab's  always  been  wild  about  horses,  so  a  visit  to  *an 
amusement  park  wouldn't  be  complete  without  a  ride  on 
the  carousel!  Gloria's  next  picture  is  Twelve  Mile  Reef. 


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A 


tow-headed.  13-year-old  kid  sat  down 
at  a  kitchen  table  one  afternoon  a  few  years  ago 
and  wrote  a  letter  to  the  girl  of  his  dreams: 

"Dear  Elizabeth  Taylor,"  he  scribbled  with  a 
stumpy  pencil,  "I  have  just  seen  National  Velvet 
and  you  are  my  favorite  actress.  I  think  you  are 
wonderful,  also  your  horse,  King  Charles.  I  love 
to  ride  too,  especially  jump.  Would  you  please 
send  me  a  picture  of  yourself  on  King  Charles 
going  over  a  fence?  Yours  sincerely,  Arthur 
Gelien." 

After  he'd  licked  the  envelope  and  smudged  on 
a  stamp,  the  kid  looked  across  at  a  blue  framed 
photograph  of  a  goddess  in  spangles  poised  airily 
on  the  point  of  one  skate.  Every  night  he 
prayed,  "God  bless  Mama,  God  bless  my  brother. 
Walt,  and  God  bless  Sonja  Henie,"  then  kissed 
the  picture  good-night.  Now,  with  a  sigh,  he 
turned  it  to  the  wall. 

Not  long  after  that,  this  same  romantic  kid 
was  wrapping  Christmas  packages  in  Barker 
Brothers'  furniture  store  on  Hollywood  Boulevard 
to  earn  his  living.  He  picked  up  one  addressed 
to  "Miss  Linda  Darnell",  held  it  until  the  boss 
stared  suspiciously,  then  busily  gift-wrapped  it 
with  special  care.  "Brother,"  he  told  himself, 
"how  I'd  like  to  deliver  this  one  in  person!"  That 
being  out,  he  daringly  printed  "Merry  Christmas. 
Linda!"  in  tiny  letters,  quickly  covered  the  box 
with  brown  paper  and  spent  the  rest  of  the  day 
knotting  twine  and  wondering  if  his  new  idol 
would  find  the  message. 

Of  course,  what  teen-age  Art  Gelien  was  doing 
— dreaming  romantically  of  glamorous  spheres  far 
removed  from  his  own — was  not  particularly  un- 
usual. But  what  happened  to  Art  and  those 
dreams  is.  (Continued  on  page  60) 


Tab  dates  many  girls,  among  them  starlets  like  Gloria  Gordon  (above), 
but  has  no  special  sweetheart.  He  was  semi-officially  engaged  to  Judy 
Powell,    but  they   broke    off.    "I    have    \o   get   set   first,"    he  says. 


RIZ 

O 


Popcorn  tastes  better  when  a  pretty  girl  feeds  it  to  you,  is  Tab's 
theory,  so  Gloria  helpfully  obliges.  It  wasn't  too  long  ago  that 
Tab  and  his  family  were  so  poor  they  didn't  have  enough  to  eat. 


Good  luck  is  the  one  thing  Tab  always  had  plenty  of,  whether  it's  in 
games,  girls,  or  careers.  His  first  movie  role,  opposite  Linda  Darnell, 
:ame  because  someone  just  happened  to  remember  having  met  him. 


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I  THINK  GOD  HEARS  YOU  WHEREVER  YOU  CARE  TO  TARRY  TO  THINK  ABOUT  HIM,  FOR  I  BELIEVE  THAT  .  .  . 


God 

lives 

in 

every 
church 


■  I  am  not  a  Catholic  but  one  day  last 
winter  just  before  Christmas  I  dropped 
into  St.  Patrick's  on  Fifth  Avenue  in 
New  York.   I  hadn't  planned  to  enter. 
I  was  walking  along,  my  thinking  tied  to 
various  difficulties  related  to  my  eastern 
trip,  including  a  heavy  schedule  of 
radio  appearances,  when  the  cathedral 
loomed  up  ahead.  Almost  automatically  I 
turned  up  the  steps  when  I  got  to  the 
entrance  and  found  myself  a  seat  in 
a  back  pew.   For  a  half  hour  I  sat  there 
while  my  mind  seemed  to  give  up  its 
thoughts  and  was  bathed,  instead,  with 
the  deep  peace  that  pervaded  the  quiet, 
vaulted  interior. 

I  wasn't  conscious  of  any  deliberation 
of  any  sort  as  I  sat  there,  yet  when  I 
walked  out  it  was  with  an  ease  of  being 
that  stemmed  from  problems  solved; 
what  courses  I  should  take  about  them 
seemed  clear  now.   It  was  as  if  the 
factors  of  doubt  that  had  beclouded  my 
judgment  before  had  not  been  able  to 
enter  the  church  with  me,  and  with  these 
eliminated,  the  solutions  I  sought  became 
readily  apparent. 

This  happened  in  St.  Patrick's.  It  has 
happened  to  me  also  in  other  churches  of 
other  {Continued  on  opposite  page) 


HOW  THE  STARS  FOUND  FAITH 


denominations  ...  to  none  of  which  I  be- 
long. I  am  very  grateful  that  the  absence 
of  an  official  relationship  with  religion  has 
not  also  meant  an  end  to  a  spiritual  affinity 
with  the  religious  concept  of  life  which  I 
always  want  to  have.  I  came  close  to  hat- 
ing all  churches  in  my  time;  it  was  a  long, 
arduous  climb  back  to  a  level  where  I  came 
to  a  faith  based  on  the  conviction  that  our 
clay  is  the  molding  of  an  Unseen  Hand. 

Religion  was  no  comfort  to  me  in  my 
childhood  and  youth;  it  was  an  irritant, 
responsible  for  constant  bickering  in  the 
home.  My  father  was  a  Lutheran,  my 
mother  a  Christian  Scientist,  and  her 
mother  a  Catholic.  I  was  tossed  up  for 
grabs.  There  was  a  period  in  which  I 
used  to  creep  within  earshot  as  they  all 
argued  about  me,  hotly,  furiously.  And 
then  I  stayed  strictly  away.  - 

I  don't  have  to  tell  you  how  a  child  in- 
stinctively reacts  who  is  pulled  this  way 
and  that  without  his  even  knowing,  or 
even  having  the  ability  to  understand, 
what  all  the  furore  is  about.  He  resents  it. 
He  says,  in  effect,  "A  plague  on  all  your 
houses."  Not  aloud,  of  course.  To  himself. 
And  then  he  tells  himself  he  will  live  his 
own  life,  and,  unfortunately,  looks  for 
proof  to  discredit  all  who  have  been  tug- 
ging at  him. 

For  instance,  the  man  counted  most  re- 
ligious in  our  home  town  was  related  to 
our  family  and  I  had  a  good  opportunity 
to  study  piety  as  publicly  approved  in 
him.  He  was  not  an  inspiring  example.  He 
was  rough,  tyrannical,  and  was  known  to 
beat  his  wife.  He  also  gave  me  some  nasty 
lickings.  The  resentment  I  felt  for  him 
also  took  in  the  institution  with  which  he 
was  so  prominently  identified — the  church, 
I'm  afraid. 

TYTevertheless  I  didn't  turn  heathen  com- 
pletely.  The  essence  of  many  philoso- 
.phies  is  that  life  is  a  search  for  truth.  I 
was  just  a  boy  but  this  is  the  only  way  I 
can  account  for  my  actions  for  the  next 
10  or  15  years;  I  sought.  My  only  clue  to 
truth  was  the  vague  feeling  that  it  was 
"upwards."  Evil,  of  course,  was  in  the 
other  direction.  By  the  time  I  was  in  the 
fifth  grade,  having  attended  the  Lutheran 
and  Christian  Science  Churches  with  my 
mother  and  father,  I  discovered  that  many 
of  my  boy  friends  were  Presbyterians.  I 
found  myself  impelled  to  go  with  them 
and  see  what  this  church  was  like.  Later 
I  visited  the  Methodist  church,  and  later 
again,  through  high  school,  I  was  back  in 
Christian  Science. 

But  never  through  these  years  was  I 
the  open-hearted  convert.  The  old  bitter- 
ness had  not  left  me  completely  and  I  had 
a  sharp  eye  for  religious  "cheaters."  Noth- 
ing angered  me  so  much  as  those  whose 
goodness  was  something  they  draped  about 
themselves  when  they  put  on  their  Sun- 
day clothes. 

I  think  that  any  psychologist  will  recog- 
nize in  this  sort  of  thinking  an  inner  and 
uncompromising  protest,  not  uncommon 
with  idealistic  youth,  at  the  presence  of 
impure  motivations  in  what  should  be  the 
purest  human  manifestation — spiritual 
communion. 

I  realized  then,  as  I  do  now,  that  there 
had  to  be  Someone,  well  let's  call  Him  an 
Understander,  much  bigger  than  I,  Who 
had  created  this  unfathomable  phenomena 
called  life,  and  Who  alone  knew  the  reason 
for  it.  I  sensed  too,  as  I  do  now,  that  it 
was  good  for  the  soul  of  man  to  seek 
closeness  to  this  source  of  his  being.  Re- 
ligion therefore  was  wonderful  and  im- 
portant to  me.  But  the  more  I  felt  this 
the  more  I  questioned  the  ways  in  which 
I  saw  it  practiced  all  around  me. 

I  remember  that  when  I  left  the  Chris- 
tian Science  Church,  sometime  during  my 
high  school  days,  it  was  not  in  any  spirit 


of  criticism  of  the  church  but  a  dissatis- 
faction with  myself.  I  could  not  evade  self- 
incrimination  flowing  from  a  feeling  that 
I  was  selfishly  using  the  church  as  a 
crutch.  I  ran  to  it  when  things  didn't  go 
well.  I  saw  the  same  use  on  the  part  of 
others.  They  leaned  on  the  church,  or  used 
it  much  as  a  baby  uses  a  pacifier.  It  seemed 
to  me  that  God,  who  created  man,  would 
like  a  little  more  self-reliance  from  him 
and  less  timidity  and  weakness.  It  was  no 
compliment  to  His  handicraft  to  show 
yourself  in  the  poorest  possible  light,  nor 
any  service  to  turn  over  all  your  troubles 
to  Him., 

People  who  were  born  into  a  church 
and  no  longer  attend  often  describe  the 
action  of  the  break  by  saying  that  they 
"drifted"  away.  What  I  was  fighting  against 
was  the  easiness  with  which  you  could 
drift  to  it!  Religion  was  too  important  a 
thing  in  my  life  to  be  just  washed  toward 
it  because  this  was  the  thing  to  do,  this 
was  popular. 

I  remember  talking  to  a  friend  about 
it  and  complaining  that  a  lot  of  people 
went  to  church  because  it  helped  make 
them  socially  acceptable. 

"Would  you  want  churchgoing  to  be  a 
secret  habit?"  he  asked. 

"Well,  to  move  close  to  God,  or  feel  that 
this  is  what  you're  doing  is  an  intimate 
process,"  I  claimed. 

"That's  true,"  he  said.  "But  in  any  com- 
munity there  is  a  comfort  to  be  gathered 
from  seeing  your  neighbor  drink  at  the 


Show  me  children  who  go  to  Sun- 
day School  and  I'll  show  you  citi- 
zens of  tomorrow. 

Macdo-nald  Carey 


same  spiritual  well  and  know  that  he  seeks 
good  counsel  in  his  ways.  We  have  laws 
and  regulations  in  our  society  to  enable 
all  of  us  to  live  together  peacefully,  but 
these  are  restraints;  the  basis  of  man's 
security,  we  all  instinctively  feel,  is  the 
inspiration  he  gets  from  religion.  Then  he 
is  one  of  us.  Then  our  trust  in  him  is 
deeper." 

I  knew  what  he  meant.  I  knew  that  in 
many  places  the  church  is  the  centre  of 
social  life.  And  I  knew  this  could  be  a 
good  thing  properly  recognized.  In  the 
small  towns  in  which  I  lived,  including 
Sunrise,  Minnesota,  where  I  was  born, 
Princeton,  Illinois,  where  I  graduated  from 
high  school,  and  Lake  Forest,  Illinois, 
where  I  both  attended  college  and  later 
taught  English  and  drama,  a  great  many 
activities  were  fostered  by  church  groups. 
And  we  would  have  suffered  a  serious  so- 
cial and  recreational  lack  without  them. 
Yet,  even  so,  these  were  side  inducements 
to  seek  God  and  I  couldn't  get  away  from 
the  feeling  that  one  should  not  require 
bonuses  to  worship. 

That  was  my  predicament.  I  asked  my- 
self, "What  do  you  do?"  And  I  had  no 
answer.  Little  by  little  I  stopped  thinking 
about  it  and  grew  into  maturity  as  the 
kind  of  man  you  would  call  a  doer  more 
than  a  thinker.  I  didn't  want  to  think. 

Of  course  that  doesn't  work;  at  least  it 
isn't  a  final  way  of  life.  When  things  got 
rugged  with  me,  whenever  it  was  a  matter 
of  touch  and  go,  I  would  find  myself  look- 
ing up  and  asking,  "Please  help  me." 

During  World  War  Two  my  brother,  a 
pilot  in  the  Army  Air  Force,  had  a  bad 
time  of  it.  He  was  shot  down  three  times 
in  Europe,  one  time  landing  with  a  burn- 
ing parachute.  He  was  a  prisoner  of  war 
in  Germany  for  two  years.  He  had  to  un- 
dergo critical  brain  operations  as  a  result 
of  his  injuries.  There  is  no  use  kidding 
about  my  reaction  to  all  this;  I  needed 
faith  to  overcome  the  worry  and  anguish 
which  beset  me  all  through  this  period. 
Very  simply,  I  turned  to  God.    I  knew 


other  people  who  were  like  myself;  they 
did  not  go  to  church  and  wear  it  as  a  sign 
of  religiousness;  just  the  same  they  had 
religion  and  lived  mostly  within  the  con- 
cepts of  a  religious  life. 

1am  certain  that  every  man  has  a  belief; 
that  there  is  no  such  thing  as  not  having 
one.  A  man  who  held  otherwise  once  cited 
what  he  said  was  a  regular  Sunday  spec- 
tacle in  rural  Ireland  to  prove  his  point. 
"As  religious  a  country  as  Ireland  is,"  he 
said,  "you  can  go  to  any  small  village  on 
a  Sunday  morning  and  find  that  while 
many  men  accompany  their  wives  to 
church,  they  don't  go  in  themselves.  They 
sit  outside,  smoking  their  pipes  and  gab- 
bing, until  their  women  come  out.  You  can 
go  to  Mexico  and  see  the  same  thing." 

He  held  that  this  showed  the  men  were 
tolerant  of  their  wives'  beliefs  but  without 
belief  themselves.  My  analysis  was  differ- 
ent. I  was  and  am  certain  that  each  of 
these  men  had  a  relationship  with  God, 
but  one  that  he  felt  was  entirely  private 
with  him,  and  which  he  did  not  like  de- 
fined in  any  specific  way.  It  might  even 
be  that  many  of  them  could  not  explain 
their  faiths  to  themselves,  nor  understand 
it  when  explained  in  the  church,  yet  that 
did  not  signify  that  they  were  faithless. 
When. I  pictured  them  sitting  outside  the 
church  on  a  quiet  Sunday  morning,  I  saw 
them  as  within  the  fold,  not  without. 

And  so  in  this  way,  if  in  any  way,  I 
have  a  general  faith;  one  which  is  not 
formalized,  but  none  the  less  sincere.  Nor 
do  I  live  away  from  the  church  entirely. 
My  seven-year-old  daughter  Ann  has  long 
gone  to  Sunday  School  and  her  mother 
and  I  know  it  is  good  for  her.  Our  mar- 
riage was  within  the  church,  the  Episco- 
pal Church  in  Evanston,  HI.,  because  that 
was  her  church.  And  perhaps  the  best 
friends  I  have  are  regular  churchgoers. 
They  were  able  to  establish  an  official  as- 
sociation with  their  belief;  it  is  necessary, 
if  I  am  to  live  in  peace  with  my  conscience, 
that  mine  remain  unofficial. 

Yet  I  use  the  church,  and  the  atmosphere 
of  the  church,  any  church,  is  good  for  me, 
and  whenever  I  can  lend  my  own  particu- 
lar talent  to  furthering  the  tenets  of  ac- 
cepted religion,  any  religion,  I  do  so  know- 
ing that  it  is  essentially  a  good  thing  to  do. 
It  is  not  necessary  for  me  to  examine 
Catholic  dogma,  nor  accept  or  reject  it,  to 
appear  on  a  Catholic  radio  program  when 
the  broad  theme  of  all  the  plays  presented 
is,  "The  family  which  prays  together  stays 
together."  This  cannot  be  questioned  .  .  . 

'"There  are  a  number  of  little  churches  in 
-*-  Hollywood  where  I  like  to  drop  in  and 
satisfy  a  yearning  to  turn  to  a  devotional 
mood.  The  mood  will  come  as  quickly  in 
a  Presbyterian  church  as  in  a  Catholic  one 
...  to  me.  I  have  a  hunch  it  would  come 
as  quickly  in  a  synagogue  or  in  a  Moham- 
medan mosque.  I  think  God  hears  you 
wherever  you  care  to  tarry  to  think  about 
Him.  And  I  realize  I  think  about  Him 
more  often  than  I  had  long  supposed  I  did. 
In  fact,  in  a  recent  conversation  with  my 
wife,  I  discovered  I  try  to  get  in  touch 
with  God  daily  .  .  .  and  have  been  all  my 
life. 

Mrs.  Widmark  and  I  were  driving  one 
night  when  she  happened  to  mention  a 
man  we  both  had  known  for  a  long  time. 

"You  know,  he  still  prays  every  day," 
she  said. 

Unthinkingly  I  laughed.  Then,  suddenly, 
I  realized  that  as  long  as  I  could  remember 
I  had  followed  the  same  habit.  All  through 
those  periods  when  I  was  defaulting  from 
one  church  or  entering  another,  or  per- 
haps staying  away  from  all  of  them,  there 
had  never  been  a  night  when,  as  my  head 
touched  the  pillow,  I  had  not  turned  to 
prayer.  It  is  still  true.  END 


a  pocketful  of  dreams 

{Continued  jrom  page  57)  Because  one 
day,  in  practically  no  time  at  all  as  time 
goes,  this  same  Art  was  chatting  intimately 
with  Elizabeth  Taylor  on  her  Ivanhoe  set, 
confidently  ringing  her  room  at  London's 
Savoy  Hotel  and  hearing  her  ask  him, 
"When  you  get  back  home  will  you  exer- 
cise King  Charles  for  me?  He's  getting 
too  fat." 

On  another  day  too,  he  was  gliding  on 
the  same  rink  with  Sonja  Henie,  a  cham- 
pion ice  skater  himself.  And  on  still  an- 
other a  dark-haired,  beautiful  lady  was 
presenting  him  with  a  handsome  album 
of  picture  stills  topped  by  a  great  big  one 
of  himself  embracing  that  lady,  and  signed, 
"Devotedly  yours,  Linda."  He  was  Linda 
Darnell's- leading  man  in  the  picture,  whose 
title  sheet  called  him  Tab  Hunter. 

Maybe  things  like  that  could  happen  in 
some  other  place  besides  Hollywood,  Cali- 
fornia, U.S.A.  And  maybe  they  could  hap- 
pen to  any  imaginative  kid  whether  he 
believed  positively  in  his  dreams  or  not. 
But  the  point  is — Art  Gelien  did,  and  as  a 
result  he's  seen  them  and  a  lot  more  come 
true. 

Right  now  Tab  is  perched  rosily  on  the 
doorstep  of  great  expectations  in  Holly- 
wood. He's  not  rich  or  really  famous  yet. 
He  has  only  three  pictures  to  his  new 
name,  none  of  them  sensational.  But  he's 
swamped  with  1,000  fan  letters  a  week,  has 
plenty  more  screen  jobs  coming  up  and 
what  looks  like  a  steady  TV  contract,  too. 

Some  of  this  is  because  Tab's  luckily  a 
good  looking  male  animal,  with  a  pleas- 
antly sculptured  face,  dazzling  smile,  soft, 
artistic  eyes  and  a  sun -bronzed  torso  like 
a  Greek  god's.  Some  is  because  he  owns  a 
natural  but  still  unpolished  talent.  Some 
more  is  because  Tab  has  been  at  the  right 
places  at  the  right  times.  But  mostly  it's 
because  of  his  unconquerable  faith  in  the 
importance  of  himself  and  his  future — a 
faith  that  didn't  flag  during  some  fairly 
rough  going  when  he  was  about  as  un- 
important a  kid  as  you  could  imagine. 

'T'ab  was  born  July  11,  1931,  at  Belleview 
A  Hospital  in  New  York  City.  Tab  Hunt- 
er's folks  weren't  fashionable — they  were 
poor,  desperately  poor.  His  mother,  Ger- 
trude, was  an  immigrant  from  Hamburg, 
Germany,  married  to  a  man  named 
Charles  Kelm  who  made  a  living,  when  he 
made  it,  as  a  mechanic.  But  today  Tab 
prefers  to  forget  that  he  ever  had  a  father, 
and  where  he  is  today  or  what  he  does  is 
of  no  interest  to  him  whatever.  He  was 
wiped  out  of  Tab's  life  when  he  was  only 
two.  From  then  on  he  took  his  mother's 
family  name,  Gelien. 

Before  that  Tab  remembers  only  flashes 
of  an  anxious  babyhood  in  cramped,  cold 
water  flats  from  which  furniture  was 
sometimes  moved  out  on  the  streets  by 
rough  men.  He  remembers  being  pulled 
on  a  sled  to  the  comer  grocery  one  day 
when  there  wasn't  any  market  money,  and 
tumbling  off  in  the  snow  to  come  up 
miraculously  with  a  crumpled  five-dollar 
bill  someone  had  dropped  there — which 
meant  a  meal  that  night  for  the  family. 

In  1933  this  insecure  nightmare  ended 
for  Tab  and  his  brother,  Walter,  11  months 
older.  His  grandfather,  John  Gelien,  a 
chef  on  the  Hamburg-American  steamers, 
came  into  port,  and  sizing  up  the  intoler- 
ably unhappy  life  in  which  his  daughter 
was  trapped,  provided  an  escape.  He 
bought  passage  for  her  and  the  boys 
aboard  a  Grace  Line  boat  bound  for  San 
Francisco  and  staked  them  to  two  months' 
rent  on  an  apartment  there. 

To  earn  their  living,  Gertrude  took  a  job 
aboard  the  Matson  ships.  A  woman  with 
a  natural  healing  touch,  she  learned 
physio-therapy  to  qualify  as  a  shipboard 


nurse.  But  this  meant  that  Tab  and  Walt 
had  to  be  staked  out  around  at  pay  homes 
and  boarding  schools,  while  she  sailed  be- 
tween San  Francisco  and  Hawaii  and 
sometimes  Australia.  At  four  and  five 
years  of  age,  kids  need  their  mothers,  no 
matter  how  good  the  foster  care,  and 
sometimes  it  was  good  for  Tab  and  Walt, 
other  times  bad.  If  they  showed  signs  of 
mistreatment,  though,  or  bad  food,  their 
mother  yanked  them  out  and  found  an- 
other in  the  four  days  she  had  between 
trips.  It  was  always  a  desolate  day  when 
the  ship  sailed  out  the  Golden  Gate,  but 
when  it  came  back  in,  Tab  remembers, 
"that  was  Thanksgiving,  Christmas,  Easter 
and  Fourth  of  July  combined!" 

Then  their  mother  spent  her  pay  on  trim 
little  navy  blue  suits,  white  shirts,  new 
shoes  and  beanies  to  dress  them  up, 
scrubbed  them  clean,  cut  their  hair  and 
whisked  them  off  to  the  places  they  loved 
to  go — out  to  Golden  Gate  Park,  the  zoo, 
for  a  swim  in  Fleishacker  plunge,  to 
Fisherman's  Wharf.  Nothing  was  too  good 
for  her  boys  when  Gertrude  Gelien  came 
home,  even  though  each  time  it  seemed 
she  wore  the  same  shabby  but  clean  and 
well-pressed  suit  or  dress.  Even  as  a  kid, 
Tab  sensed  that  his  mother  was  denying 
herself  everything  to  give  them  the  very 
best  care  in  her  power,  but  he  didn't  know 
that  she  got  her  reward   when  people 


When  Sidney  Skolsky's  daughter 
Steffi e  was  five,  her  greatest  thrill 
was  attending  the  races,  and  she 
constantly  begged  to  go.  Finally, 
Sidney  told  her  they  wouldn't  let 
little  girls  in.  She  was  satisfied 
until  one  day  she  heard  a  radio 
broadcast  from  the  track. 

"A  perfect  day  for  the  big  race!" 
enthused  the  announcer.  "A  won- 
derful day  for  three-year-olds!" 

Steffie  began  to  sob.  "Daddy, 
you  lied  to  me.  You  heard  what 
the  man  said — and  I'm  older  than 
that!" 

H.  IV.  Kellick 


would  stop  them  on  the  street  and  ask  to 
take  pictures  of  "those  two  darling  boys." 

They  were  worth  anybody's  film  too. 
The  Gelien  boys  looked  like  Dutch  twins, 
both  with  thick  golden  hair,  big  round 
hazel  eyes  and  the  creamy  complexions 
that  revealed  their  German-English- 
French  ancestry.  But  underneath  they 
were  very  different  little  guys.  Walt  was 
stronger,  more  aggressive  and  tougher  in- 
side than  Tab.  If  you  looked  close,  you 
could  see  it  in  the  bonier  features,  the 
sturdier  body  and  the  eyes  that  weren't 
as  soft  as  his  little  brother's.  Walt  was  a 
kid  of  action.  Tab  was  the  dreamer.  And 
in  the  long,  lonely  stretches  between  boat 
departures  and  arrivals  he  had  plenty  of 
time  to  dream. 

"It  was  usually  the  sea  and  ships  then," 
recalls  Tab.  "I  wanted  to  be  a  pirate,  then 
I  switched  to  an  explorer.  But  whatever 
it  was,  the  big  idea  was  to  make  a  fortune 
and  buy  everything  in  the  world  for  my 
Mom.  Guess  it  still  is." 

Coon  after  Tab  was  six  he  didn't  have  to 
^  rely  on  lonesome  daydreams  any  more. 
Gertrude  Gelien  moved  her  brood  south 
to  Long  Beach,  and  after  one  or  two  more 
trips  on  the  Matson  line,  stayed  on  shore 
for  practical  nursing  and  physio -therapy 
with  what  patients  she  could  scare  up.  it 
made  things  mighty  tough  financially  for 
a  spell.  But  for  the  first  time  in  their 
lives  the  Gelien  kids  knew  a  real  home  of 
their  own,  with  their  mother  there  every 
night,  and  even  though  it  was  only  a  tiny 
apartment  behind  somebody  else's  house,  it 
looked  like  Heaven  to  them.  So  did  the 
long  stretch  of  beach  at  the  end  of  the 


street,  and  all  the  kids  to  play  with  at 
Luther  Burbank  Elementary,  the  first  pub- 
lic school  they'd  attended. 

In  Long  Beach  Tab  got  a  healthy  start 
on  the  smooth-muscled,  six-foot  body  he 
owns  today.  With  Walt  he  played  end- 
lessly in  the  tumbling  surf  and  swam  in 
the  salt  water  plunge  on  the  Pike,  al- 
though until  he  learned  to  paddle  he'd 
have  to  dive  off  the  high  board  and  cal- 
culate the  exact  spot  where  he'd  come  up 
by  the  rail.  He  got  new  fuel  for  his 
dreams,  too,  although  he  didn't  know  it 
then.  He  saw  his  first  movie,  Robin  Hood, 
with  a  girl  next  door,  who  told  him  archly, 
"For  you  I'll  wear  my  new  Easter  hat!" 
What  was  a  lot  more  important,  Tab  re- 
members, her  mother  bought  the  tickets. 


irls  and  movies  played  a  big  part  in 
^  Tab  Hunter's  boyhood.  He  was  nuts 
about  them  both.  "I  guess  I  liked  girls 
better  than  boys,"  he  admits  now,  grinning. 
"I  wasn't  a  sis,  or  anything,  but  they 
seemed  to  know  better  what  I  was  talking 
about."  It  wasn't  much  of  a  problem  for 
Tab  to  keep  what  Walt  called  disgustedly 
"Art's  harem."  Smitten  misses  swarmed 
around  the  blond  boy  like  bees  around 
honey,  especially  when,  along  about  fifth 
grade,  his  mother  moved  them  up  to  Los 
Angeles,  and  Tab's  field  of  operations  ex- 
panded. In  the  68th  Street  Grade  School 
he  met  his  first  real  heart-throb.  "Her 
name  was  Beverly  Peck,"  Tab  recalls.  "A 
cute  little  brunette — real  sweet.  She  was 
supposed  to  be  Walt's  girl,  but  I  liked  her 
best.  Every  Saturday  we'd  beg  a  couple  of 
dimes  from  our  Moms  and  hop  a  bus 
downtown.  Her  mother  worked  in  a  res- 
taurant there  so  we  got  a  free  lunch. 
Then  we'd  untie  Beverly's  handkerchief 
with  the  dimes  wrapped  inside  and  sit 
through  two  shows  at  Loew's  State.  It  was 
my  big  thrill  of  the  week.  I  couldn't  say 
whether  that  was  because  of  Beverly  or 
the  movies,  maybe  both." 

Of  course,  all  of  Tab  Hunter's  boyhood 
wasn't  spent  making  like  a  junior  wolf. 
At  68th  Street,  St.  John's  Military  Acad- 
emy, St.  Paul's  Parochial  School  and 
Mount  Vernon  Junior  High,  where  he 
bounced  around,  he  was  mixed  up  in 
everything.  At  sports,  he  didn't  shine  as 
much  as  the  more  rugged  Walt  did.  When 
Walt  played  fullback  on  the  first-string 
football  team,  Tab  struggled  along  as 
second-string  guard  getting  his  face 
shoved  into  the  dirt.  But  he  made  the 
swimming  and  tennis  teams  and  played 
trombone  in  the  band,  although  his  arms 
weren't  long  enough  to  push  the  slide  out 
for  the  low  notes.  At  St.  John's  he  wound 
up  a  cadet  lieutenant  before  that  year  of 
private  school  luxury,  which  Grandfather 
Gelien  financed,  ran  out.  At  St.  Paul's  he 
sang  in  the  church  choir,  until  the  Christ- 
mas he  was  supposed  to  solo  with  "Adeste 
Fideles"  and  when  he  opened  his  mouth' 
nothing  came  out.  But  it  was  at  Mount 
Vernon  where  Tab's  yet  vague  and  un- 
recognized yearnings  got  their  first  airing. 

He  had  a  music  teacher  named  Emily 
Joost  who  understood  teen-agers  and  what 
they  liked.  She  let  them  pound  out  boogie- 
woogie  in  the  classroom  and  swing  a 
popular  tune  if  they  felt  like  it.  Night,  she 
played  piano  in  in  a  cafe  down  the  street 
and  she'd  let  the  more  talented  kids  ex- 
press themselves  there.  Some  nights,  Tab 
and  a  girl  named  Bobbie  Turner,  whose 
black  hair  tumbled  over  her  eyes  and 
whose  low,  husky  voice  carried  a  strange 
excitement,  would  stroll  down  and  try 
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acting  bug.  "I  always  felt  there  was  some- 
thing big  and  important  ahead  for  me.  I 
believed  that,"  he  says,  "even  as  a  kid, 


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but  what  it  was  I  didn't  have  the  faintest 
idea.  Acting — like  the  stars  I  worshipped 
in  those  movies?  Why,- that  was  out  of  my 
world!  There  were  too  many  things  in  it 
to  bring  me  down  to  earth." 

The  Geliens  were  still  poor  as  church- 
mice.  They  lived  chronically  in  tiny 
apartments.  Tab's  mother  just  managed 
to  eke  out  a  living  with  her  nursing.  But 
sometimes  she'd  have  to  go  out  on  a  boat 
again  and  sometimes,  too,  she'd^have  to 
take  on  a  factory  job  at  places  like  Lock- 
heed Aircraft.  Both  the  boys  helped.  Tab 
got  a  paper  route  for  a  while,  then  an 
errand  boy's  job  at  a  drug  store;  he  cut 
lawns  and  cleaned  out  garages;  At  home 
both  boys  made  the  beds,  cleaned  house, 
washed  the  dishes  and  often  cooked  the 
meals.  But  there  wasn't  anything  dreary 
about  all  this  to  the  Gelien  boys.  Then- 
youngish  mother  had  a  rough  struggle  but 
she  never  let  a  defeatist  psychology  creep 
into  their  noggins.  "For  every  door  that 
closes,  two  open,"  she  always  told  them. 
"You  just  have  to  think  right  and  you  can 
do  anything.  Always  have  a  goal — when 
you  reach  it,  get  another."  Those  homilies 
were  sincere.  She, felt  strongly  that  way — 
also,  as  Gertrude  Gelien  says  today,  "Boys 
have  to  be  encouraged  to  try  themselves. 
The  answer  a  parent  must  give  is,  'Yes' 
— never  'No'."  She  practiced  what  she 
preached  on  Tab  and  Walt. 

Nobody  tried  to  discourage  Tab,  not 
even  when  he  allowed  that  he  wanted  to 
be  a  horsetrainer,  which  wasn't  his 
mother's  idea  of  a  promising  future.  She 
even  let  him  enrole  next  year  at  the  Dell 
Powers  School  in  Hollywood  (owned  by 
Mala  Powers'  mother),  a  place  run  pri- 
marily for  professional  pupils,  with  half- 
day  terms.  But  Tab  didn't  want  those  free 
afternoons  to  study  tap  dancing  or  elocu- 
tion. He  wanted  them  to  ride.  Nights  he 
ushered  at  Warner  Brothers  theater  at  75 
cents  an  hour  to  pay  for  both  the  school 
and  the  horses. 

Tab  was  almost  16  then  and  in  tenth 
grade  at  Dell  Powers,  and  he  lasted  from 
September  to  November,  when  the  rains 
set  in  and  ruined  the  riding.  Then  he  got 
restless.  Something  else  was  buzzing  under 
his  cornsilk  thatch— adventure.  "I  felt  like 
the  world  was  busting  with  places  to  go 
and  things  to  see,"  Tab  explains,  "and  I 


hadn't  really  been  anywhere  or  seen  any- 
thing." 

So  all  of  a  sudden  in  1946,  even  if  the 
war  had  just  ended,  Tab  decided  to  join 
the  Coast  Guard.  He  upped  his  age  a  year 
and  even  then  had  to  get  his  mother's 
permission,  but  that  wasn't  hard. 

Tt  wasn't  anything  to  raise  your  blood 
pressure  learning  his  yeoman's  stuff  at 
Groton — typing,  paper  work  and  such — 
but  on  the  weekends  Tab  saw  sights  a- 
plenty — and  in  the  very  place  he  started 
out  from — New  York.  He  went  there  every 
Saturday  and  caught  the  New  Haven  train 
back  Sunday  night.  It  was  certainly  a  dif- 
ferent New  York  from  the  dreary  place 
he  remembered  as  a  baby  boy. 

Tab  had  a  friend,  Dick  Clayton  (now 
his  agent),  who'd  had  a  fling  in  films  and 
was  trying  his  luck  on  Broadway.  Dick 
kept  an  apartment  in  the  Village  and  gave 
Tab  the  key.  With  a  sailor  suit,  a  few 
bucks  in  it,  the  looks  and  personality 
Tad  Hunter  has,  a  guy  can  have  himself  a 
ball  in  the  Big  Town.  Tab  did. 

But  the  ball  was  soon  over  and  Tab 
was  back  in  San  Pedro  clacking  away  on 
his  typewriter  at  the  base,  Yeoman  Third 
Class  Gelien.  Each  week,  though,  he'd 
hitch-hike  the  54-mile  round  trip  from 
the  base  to  DuBrock  stables,  and  to 
another  place,  the  Polar  Palace  ice  rink 
where  he'd  rent  skates  and  learn  a  few- 
loops  and  twirls.  "Somehow  when  I  was 
on  a  horse  or  skimming  along  the  ice  I 
felt  like  those  kids  back  in  New  York," 
reflects  Tab.  "I  was  on  wings." 

One  night,  after  Dick  Clayton  came  back 
to  Hollywood  he  called  up  Tab  and  took 
him  to  a  performance  of  The  Skin  Of  Our 
Teeth  at  the  little  Coronet  Theater.  A  fel- 
low named  Paul  Guilfoyle  was  directing 
the  play.  Dick  knew  him  and  afterwards 
introduced  Tab.  Guilfoyle  shot  a  keen 
look  at  the  big,  blond  Adonis. 

"Interested  in  pictures?"  he  asked. 

"Why,"  said  Tab,  "I  don't  know.  I  never 
thought  about  it.". 

"I  thought  I  was  telling  the  truth,"  Tab 
says,  "but  maybe  subconsciously  I  wasn't. 
Maybe  acting  was  what  I  was  after  all 
the  time.  Sometimes  you  just  don't  know." 
Anyway  nothing  came  of  that — not  then. 

For  the  next  couple  of  years  Tab  Hun- 
ter lived  for  skating.  He  studied  and  prac- 


ticed mornings,  noons  and  nights — when- 
ever his  odd  jobs  let  him.  He  skated  for 
the  St.  Moritz  Club  up  north,  for  the  Los 
Angeles  Figure  Skating  Club  down  south. 
He  entered  competitions.  He's  got  a  dozen 
cups,  plaques  and  medals  lining  a  shelf  at 
home  from  California  State,  Pacific  Coast 
and  National  Meets,  for  pairs,  free  style. 

Tab  was  just  leaving  the  Polar  Palace 
one  day  when  a  Hollywood  agent  named 
Henry  Willson,  who  makes  a  specialty  of 
spotting  new  faces  (he's  uncovered  Guy 
Madison,  Rory  Calhoun  'and  Bob  Wagner 
among  others)  tapped  him  on  the  shoulder. 
"Want  a  job  in  a  picture?"  he  asked. 

"I'm  an  amateur,"  refused  Tab.  "I'd 
have  to  turn  pro  to  skate  for  the  movies." 

"I  don't  mean  skating — acting.  Just  a  bit. 
But  it's  worth  $250  a  week." 

"Oh,"  said  Tab,  "then  sure— why  not?" 

He  worked  two  weeks  in  The  Law- 
less for  Pine- Thomas.  He  said  two  words. 
He  got  a  fast  $500 — and  a  faster  new  name. 
Nobody  could  ever  pronounce  Gelien,  they 
told  hirh.  "WelL'what'll  we  tab  this  guy?'" 
they  asked  at  the  studio. 

•"He  likes  horses — you  know,  jumpers 
and  hunters,"  suggested  Dick  Clayton,  who 
went  along.  So  it  was  "Tab  Hunter"  just 
from  those  remarks.  Now  that  he's  stuck 
with  the  name,  Tab  thinks  it's  okay  enough 
but  a  little  kiddish.  "What'll  'Tab'  sound 
like  when  I'm  40?"  he  wonders.  Ironically, 
they  could  have  called  him  Joe  Blow  for 
all  the  good  that  quickie  bit  did  him. 
Everyone  forgot  Tab  Hunter  fast — except 
his  friend,  Dick.  Tab  went  back  to  his 
skating  and  to  keep  himself  in  hamburgers. 

Things  like  that  happen  all  the  time  to 
good-looking  boys  and  girls  around  Holly- 
wood. The  crazy  chance,  the  jarring  let- 
down. They  can  leave  scars  and  even 
wreck  lives  if  a  movie-hope  is  all  there  is. 
Luckily  for  Tab,  that  wasn't  the  case.  He 
was  still  wrapped  up  in  figure  skating, 
feverishly  prepping  for  the  Nationals,  and 
the  movie  job  was  just  a  profitable  episode 
—then.  But,  next  time  it  was  very  differ- 
ent. And  next  time  happened  because  Paul 
Guilfoyle  remembered  the  handsome  sailor 
he'd  seen  way  back  in  '47  at  the  Coronet 
Theater.  Paul  was  working  with  Director 
Stuart  Heisler  on  a  picture  called  Island  Of 
Desire  and  hunting  for  an  unknown  boy 
to  play  a  shipwrecked  Marine  with  Linda 
Darnell.  "Where's  that  good-looking  kid 
who's  a  friend  of  yours?"  he  asked  Dick 
Clayton. 

Dick  knew  exactly  who  the  good-looking 
kid  was  and  exactly  where  he  was,  too. 
At  the  rink.  He  found  Tab  there  practic- 
ing loops,  hustled  him  over  to  Motion 
Picture  Center  and  into  Stuart  Heisler's 
office.  Tab  still  had  his  glare  glasses  on 
and  his  skates  under  his  arm. 

"He  asked  me  to  take  off  my  shirt,"  Tab 
grins.  "I  felt  like  a  jerk  but  I  did  it."  Stef- 
fini  Nordli,  who  wrote  the  script,  nodded. 
"I  want  this  boy,"  she  said,  just  like  that. 
Guilfoyle  and  Heisler  were  inclined  to 
agree,  but  they  took  him  next  to  the  pro- 
ducer, David  Rose,  who  just  said  "H-m- 
m-m-m-m." 

"I  guess  it  was  right  then,"  Tab  be- 
lieves, "that  I  knew  at  last  what  I  wanted 
— that  chance  to  act.  I  thought  he  didn't 
like  me  and  I  was  so  broken  up  I  left  my 
skates,  my  glasses  and  my  sweater." 

But  Rose  ordered  a  test.  Tab  took  it  on 
a  Saturday.  Then  he  went  home  with  his 
first  real  case  - of  the  glooms.  "I  did  the 
best  I  could,  Mom,"  he  said,  like  a  scrap- 
per who's  just  been  knocked  out.  That 
didn't  bother  Gertrude  Gelien. 

"Then  I  know  you've  got  it,"  she  said. 

Monday  Tab  walked  in  for  the  verdict. 
When  he  asked  Paul  Guilfoyle,  "What 
happened?"  he  received  a  grin  right  back. 
"Got  your  passport?"  he  inquired.  "Better 
start  packing.  We're  leaving  pronto  for 
Jamaica." 

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apple  dumplings  in  Hollywood  for  Tab 
Hunter.  Island  Of  Desire  was  no  Academy 
candidate  and  neither  understandably  was 
Tab's  first  acting  effort.  In  fact,  he  didn't 
have  another  movie  job  for  a  full  year 
after  that,  until  Producer  Edward  Small 
signed  him  for  three.  He's  made  two  of 
those,  Tombstone  Express  and  The  Steel 
Lady  with  more  coming  up — but  nobody 
knows  better  than  Tab  himself  that  he's 
still  got  a  long  way  to  travel.  But  then, 
as  he  points  out,  it  was  a  long  and  often 
rough  trip,  too,  before  he  hit  his  stride — 
and  he  turned  only  22  this  past  July. 

Right  now  Tab  Hunter  knows  what  his 
new  dreams  are  aimed  at.  "I  want  to  be 
a  good  actor,"  he  says  simply,  "that's  all." 

If  hard  work  and  sensible  living  have 
anything  to  do  with  that  Tab  looks  like  a 
sure  thing.  Until  a  few  weeks  ago  he  still 
lived.,  with  his  mother.  Now  he  has  a 
small  apartment  of  his  own,  with  a  pull- 
down bed,  in  Hollywood.  But  he  still  takes 
Mom  his  best  shirts  and  socks  to  wash 
out  and  does  the  rest  himself  at  the 
Laundromat — the  khaki,  denim  and  beach- 
blue  trousers  he  wears  constantly  by  day. 
For  dress,  he  has  just  two  suits  in  his 
closet,  both  conservative,  one  outgrown 
Tux,  and  only  two  pieces  of  jewelry,  his 
silver  ID  bracelet  and  a  St.  Genesius  medal 
Dick  Clayton  gave  him  to  make  sure  he's 
an  actor. 

He's  no  Hollywood  glamor  boy  yet,  al- 
though he  gets  around  in  a  quiet  way, 
sees  a  movie  about  every  night  of  the 
week,  and  there's  usually  a  cutie  with 
him.  Starlets  Lori  Nelson,  Gloria  Gordon 
and  Pat  Crowley  blue-ribbon  the  list 
right  now  but  the  scenery  shifts  around. 
Tab  was  semi-officially  engaged  a  few 
months  ago  to  Judy  Powell,  but  they 
called  that  off  and  remained  such  good 
friends  that  he  sold  her  his  horse,  "Out 
On  Bail,"  which  he  bought  with  his  first 
sizeable  check  but  found  he  couldn't  af- 
ford to  feed.  Tab  still  can't  afford  a  press 
agent,  and  he  answers  his  own  fan  mail. 
In  fact,  about  his  only  extravagance — if 
you  can  call  it  that — is  a  flamingo-red  '53 
Ford  convertible,  but  he'll  be  in  hock  for 
that  a  long  time. 

The  main  reason  Tab  Hunter  is  keeping 
his  fair  head  cool  and  dodging  the  scent 
of  orange  blossoms  is  financial.  "Sure  I 
want  to  get  married — someday,"  he  tells 
you.  "I  will,  too.  That's  one  of  my  big- 
gest hopes  and  dreams.  But  I've  got  to  get 
straightened  around  financially  first  and 
then,  too,  I  want  to  do  a  few  nice  things 
for  my  mother.  After  all,  she's  spent  her 
life  doing  things  for  me." 


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,f  course,  Gertrude  Gelien  doesn't  feel 
quite  that  way  about  it.  With  Tab 
gone  and  Walt  married  and  raising  a 
family,  she  lives  alone  in  a  small  Beverly 
Hills  apartment,  practices  her  physio- 
therapy' and  looks  after  herself.  But  she's 
not  lonely.  Two  nights  a  week  Tab  takes 
her  to  dinner,  drops  by  about  every  day 
and  on  her  last  birthday  staged  a  gala 
surprise  party  for  the  still -youngish  lady, 
who  raised  him  right. 

"I  knew  he  would  be  something  im- 
portant some  day,"  she  says  with  a  faint 
German  accent.  "Tab  is  a  good  boy.  If  I 
taught  him  anything  it  was  to  know  that 
God  is  all  around  him  and  that  every- 
thing is  good.  He  has  always  got  what  he 
wanted  and  he  always  will  because  he 
thinks  constructively  and  right.  He  will 
be  a  fine  actor  some  day,  and  what  is  bet- 
ter, a  fine  man.  You  will  see." 

Mothers  have  a  right  to  be  slightly 
prejudiced.  But  most  people  who  know 
Tab  less  intimately  have  the  same  strong 
hunch.  A  boy  who  can  travel  as  far  as 
Tab  Hunter  already  has  on  little  more 
than  faith  in  a  pocketful  of  dreams  is  a 
pretty  good  risk  in  anybody's  future  book. 

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RICHARD  GLWSriS 


AN  ALL  LIVE  ACTION  PICTURE 

Mary  Tudor  and  Charles  Brandon!  PwKhM*d  *        f^,^"***1  ?  *en!*lh  ABnakin 

J .  ,  ,  Screenplay  by  Uwtenre  I-  Watktn 

the  princess  and  commoner,  whose  gyrtf  rot  nv 

romance  made  thrones  tremble. 
Distributed  by  RKO  Radio  Pictures 

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TECHNICOLOR 


i'm  not  afraid  anymore 

(Continued  from  page  42)  crawled  off  to 
a  nice  quiet  spot  and  was  very  sick. 

He  was  more  or  less  sick  the  whole  first 
week.  More  at  the  beginning.  Less  and 
less  as  the  applause  penetrated  his  numbed 
exterior. 

"I  think  they  like  me,"  he  finally  ad- 
mitted, and  pretty  soon  he  was  able  to 
eat  and  retain  those  free  meals  that  came 
along  with  the  $20,000  a  week  (for  two 
weeks)  the  Sands  Hotel  was  forking  over. 

As  for  that  "farewell"  song — he  paid  $15,- 
!>00  to  have  it  written  and  the  least  he 
awed  himself  was  a  heartfelt  rendition. 
Van  isn't  about  to  leave  Hollywood. 
'Hollywood  will  have  to  leave  me  first," 
he  says.  "Man,  that's  my  bread  and 
butter!" 

But  when  he  does  return  to  Hollywood 
he'll  be  full  of  ideas  about  the  long  term 
contracts  he  won't  sign  and  the  juvenile 
parts  he  won't  accept.  Because  today  he 
isn't  afraid  of  making  demands  on  himself 
or  anyone  else.    Not  since  Las  Vegas. 

Fantastic  as  it  may  seem,  the  story  of 
Van  Johnson  was — until  Vegas — the  story 
of  a  man  gripped  by  fear.  A  kind  of  all- 
pervasive  fear  that  has  its  roots  in  some 
hidden  recess  of  the  mind  and  clings 
tenaciously  to  its  victim. 

But  now  Van  has  shaken  himself  free 
of  that  fear.  Free  and  clear.  "That  en- 
gagement made  a  new  man  out  of  me,"  he 
says,  gleefully.  "It's  like  being  born 
again." 

Citting  in  his  suite  at  the  Sands  Hotel, 
^  as  relaxed  as  a  Yogi,  but  much  less 
contorted,  Van  described  his  nightclub 
experience  as  one  of  the  greatest  things 
that  ever  happened  to  him. 

"That  first  night,"  he  said,  "I  walked 
out  of  here  and  over  to  the  Copa  Room 
(where  the  show  was  held)  in  a  daze.  I 
don't  remember  leaving.  I  don't  remem- 
ber getting  there.  I  don't  remember  what 
happened.  The  first  week  I  couldn't  hang 
onto  a  meal — that's  how  confident  I  was. 

"But  now — now  I  can  meet  people  and 
not  be  afraid  of  them.  I  can  walk  out  of 
this  room  arid  over  to  the  pool,  talk  to 
strangers,  then  come  back  here  and  eat 
steak.  You  think  that's  nothing?  For  me, 
that's  everything.    First  time  in  my  life. 

"Last  night  after  the  show  I  went  over 
to  the  Golden  Nugget  for  a  bite  to  eat. 
You  think  two  weeks  ago  I'd  have  walked 
into  the  Golden  Nugget  or  any  other  place? 
Not  Johnson.  Johnson  had  to  go  back  to 
his  room,  back  to  Evie  and  Peter,  my  own 
little  crowd.  That  would  be  the  only  way 
I  could  relax.  The  only  people  I  could 
relax  with — 

"You  know  what  kind  of  guy  I  was? 
Brother,  I  was  all  the  words — shy,  intro- 
verted, inept,  frightened.  I  don't  care  what 
you  want  to  call  it,  I  was  it.  Only  another 
shy  person  could  understand.  But  now — 
all  because  I  could  get  up  before  a  room- 
ful of  people — now — "  he  turned  to  a 
friend  named  Al  who  was  sitting  nearby. 
"Al,  tell  him  how  confident  I  am  now." 

"Sure,"  said  Al.  "Listen.  Ask  him  the 
first  thing  he  says  when  he  comes  off  stage. 
The  first  thing  he  says  to  the  director. 
You  know  what  he  says?  He  says,  'Tell 
me,  what  did  I  do  wrong?'  Not—Did  they 
like  me?'    Now  he  knows  they  like  him." 

It's  hard  to  believe  that  ten  years  of 
stardom,  a  family,  a  beautiful  home 
couldn't  give  Van  the  self-confidence  that 
live  applause  did.  But,  actually,  his  per- 
sonal life  added  to  his  anxiety  and  suf- 
fered because  of  it. 

Stardom  didn't  convince  him  he  was  a 
good  actor.  It  convinced  him  he'd  better 
worry  more — he  had  more  to  lose. 

His   homelife   wasn't   the   happiest  in 


the  world.  Stories  about  him  and  Evie 
often  appeared  in  the  press  under  head- 
lines like,  "Why  Do  They  Stay  Married?" 
They  stuck  together  but  the  main  thing 
they  seemed  to  have  in  common  were 
bitter  words.  That  isn't  hard  to  under- 
stand now.  A  man  who  lives  with  fear 
can't  live  with  anyone  else.  He  finds  it 
tough  enough  living  with  himself. 

Simple  things  grew  into  large  problems. 
Evie  enjoyed  parties  and  nightclubs.  Van 
loathed  them.  He  liked  to  hide  himself  in 
neighborhood  theaters. 

Once  in  a  while  Evie  would  force  the 
issue  and  haul  him  along  to  some  soiree. 
"But  I  was  a  strictly  speak -when-spoken- 
to  guy,"  he  admits.  "Also  the  kind  who 
always  had  to  be  on  time.  It  would  make 
Evie  kind  of  sore,  me  beginning  to  look  at 
my  watch  nine  blocks  from  the  place. 
You  know — always  the  first  one  there." 

And  generally,  the  first  to  leave — some- 
times with  Evie,  sometimes  angry  and 
alone. 


They  say  it's  a  man's  world.  I  don't 
mind  one  bit  being  a  woman  in  it. 

Marilyn  Monroe 


"People  who  read  about  me  think  I'm 
a  cut-up  at  parties,"  Van  says.  "That's  a 
laugh.  I'm  a  mouse  at  parties — or  was. 
I  was  one  of  those  who  sat  in  a  corner." 

As  for  those  flaming  red  socks — Van's 
badge  of  unconventionality,  his  symbol  of 
extroversion.  "Those  socks,"  Van  sighs. 
"A  crutch.  Just  a  crutch.  I'd  like  to  know 
what  an  analyst  would  say  about  them." 

But  an  analyst  isn't  going  to  get  the 
chance  to  say  anything.  "Three  years 
with  an  analyst  couldn't  have  accomplished 
what  two  weeks  at  the  Sands  taught  me," 
Van  says.  "It's  finding  out  you  can  do 
something  that  counts.  One  night  in  the 
casino  a  woman  came  up  to  me  and  said, 
You  were  fine,  Mr.  Johnson.  Frankly,  my 
husband  and  I  didn't  think  you  had  it  in 
you.'   That's  what  I  mean. 

"When  I  get  back  to  Hollywood  I'm  go- 
ing to  try  this  lunch-at -Romanoff's  rou- 
tine. You  know,  when  you  walk  down 
those  stairs  and  everybody  turns  around 
and  looks  at  you.  I  used  to  have  to  turn 
around  and  leave.  Now  I've  got  a  side 
bet  with  Evie  I'll  keep  going.  I'll  never 
be  the  same  again.   I  feel  free." 

The  future  doesn't  scare  him  a  bit,  al- 
though he  keeps  wondering  about  the 
past,  trying  to  figure  out  how  he  became 
so  frightened  in  the  first  place. 

He  remembers  the  time  when  he  was  a 
schoolboy  in  Newport,  Mass.  One  day  his 
teacher  asked  all  the  kids  to  write  down 
their  ambitions  and  she  read  them  aloud. 
There  were  a  lot  of  would-be  doctors, 
lawyers  and  engineers  in  that  group. 
But  suddenly  the  teacher  drew  herself  up 
and  a  sly  smile  crossed  her  face.  "Here's 
a  boy,"  she  said,  "Van  Johnson — who  wants 
to  be  an  actor!" 

"She  gave  it  a  certain  something,"  Van 
recalls.  "I  don't  know  what.  Everybody 
laughed.  Funny  how  that  sticks  with  me." 

But  the  scorn  in  that  teacher's  attitude 
wouldn't  have  permanently  damaged  a 
boy  who  wasn't  susceptible.  All  that  in- 
cident could  have  done  was  reinforce  Van's 
mistrust  in  himself. 

A  few  of  his  friends  trace  his  anxiety 
back  to  the  time  when  the  bobby- 
soxers  first  grew  hysterical  over  him.  They 
remember  his  return  to  New  York  at  the 
height  of  his  popularity.  MGM  threw  him 
a  big  cocktail  party  at  the  Waldorf.  It  was 
obvious  to  everyone  as  soon  as  he  walked 
in  that  Van  was  terrified,  but  he  managed 
to  find  a  few  friends  and  surround  him- 
self with  them.  However,  one  persistent 
young  woman  pushed  her  way  through 
the  circle  and  told  Van  she'd  be  free  to 


fly  back  to  Hollywood  with  him  and  there 
conduct  an  extended  series  of  interviews — 
for  the  press,  of  course. 

"Oh,"  Van  muttered,  "but  I  don't 
think  .  .  ." 

This  girl  didn't  care  what  he  thought. 
She  was  miles  ahead  of  him.  Van's  eyes 
began  to  roll  like  a  frightened  horse's,  his 
hands  started  trembling  and  all  he  could 
think  of  to  do  was  stand  there  and  drink 
milk  by  the  quart  (MGM  had  provided 
this  nourishment  especially  for  Van  who 
didn't  touch  liquor). 

"I  just  wanted  to  run,"  'Van  says.  "I 
knew  that  whatever  I  did  or  said  would 
be  wrong.  Finally,  someone  led  this  girl 
away.  I  was  petrified,  but  still  I  got  used 
to  that  kind  of  thing.  I  don't  know.  It 
wasn't  the  bobby-soxers  who  scared  me. 
I  was  always  that  way." 

He  was  always  that  way.  The  fear 
somehow  was  born  back  in  his  pleasant 
but  uninspiring  boyhood,  and  must  have 
grown  a  little  during  his  four  years  in 
New  York  where  he  was  a  chorus  boy 
waiting  for  a  break,  and  as  the  breaks  came 
they  were  too  good  for  a  guy  who  never 
thought  enough  of  himself.  But  Van 
didn't  crack  up.  He  was  the  kind  who 
grew  up.  A  little  late,  maybe,  but  it's 
never  too  late  for  that. 

Now  Van  feels  free  enough  to  develop 
as  an  actor,  to  branch  out.  Once  he 
wanted  to  learn  through  fear  of  failure. 
Now  it's  through  a  real  desire  to  improve, 
to  get  the  most  out  of  himself  for  his  own 
enjoyment. 

That's  why  there'll  be  some  changes 
made  in  his  Hollywood  career. 

His  Metro  contract  is  up  in  December 
and  very  probably  Van  won't  renew  it, 
although  the  option's  his.  "Don't  get  me 
wrong,"  he  says.  "I  love  Metro.  Metro's 
been  wonderful.  But  a  rut  can  get  too 
comfortable.  There's  something  more  I've 
got  to  know  about  myself. 

"I'll  be  37  in  August — and  how  long  can 
you  be  a  juvenile?  The  pictures  I  worked 
in  were  nice,  and  they  made  money.  I 
just  finished  one  (Easy  To  Love,  co-star- 
ring Esther  Williams)  and  I'll  make  an- 
other before  I  leave. 

"What  I'd  like  to  do  is  make  two  pic- 
tures a  year,  pictures  I  want  to  do.  How 
about  a  heavy?  I  go  for  that  reverse 
casting  stuff — it  can  do  wonders  for  a 
career.  I've  begged  the  front  office  for  a 
heavy,  a  real  dirty  dog,  a  baby-faced  killer. 

"But  two  pictures  is  enough.  And  then 
maybe — a  Broadway  show.  Look  at  Roz 
Russell  and  that  Wonderful  Town  thing. 
Terrific." 

"17"an's  unwilhngness  to  sign  a  long  term 
contract  won't  be  too  much  of  a  shock 
to  MGM.  June  Ally  son's  cut  loose  from 
them.  And  stars  like  Jane  Powell  and 
Kathryn  Grayson  are  making  and  plan- 
ning personal  appearance  tours,  settling 
for  single  picture  agreements. 

The  only  surprising  thing  about  Van's 
decision  is  he's  anxious  to  take  a  chance. 
He's  willing  to  fall  on  his  face  on  Broad- 
way rather  than  rest  on  his  laurels  in 
Hollywood  and  rake  in  the  dough. 

"If  I  flop  in  New  York,  then  I  flop,"  he 
says.   "It's  an  experience." 

But  maybe  he  won't  flop.  And  he's 
thought  of  that,  too. 

"No  one  applauds  when  you  finish  a 
scene  in  a  picture,"  he  says.  "That  noise 
they  make  with  the  hands — it's  wonderful." 

This  metamorphosis  he's  undergone — 
that's  wonderful,  too.  "I  just  feel  bad  it 
took  me  so  long,"  he  says.  "Listen.  You 
have  to  walk  right  into  this  shy  problem. 
Make  it  as  tough  as  you  can  for  yourself. 
You  might  scare  yourself  silly,  or  lose  a 
few  meals,  but  the  cure  can  work.  Just 
look  at  me.  I'm  not  afraid  anymore.  It's 
absolutely  amazing."  END 


Dramatic 


There's  a  trace  of  the  exotic  in 
Ruth  Roman's  dark -eyed  beauty  . .  . 
in  the  exciting  glow  of  her  skin. 
She  enhances  its  loveliness  every  day 
with  the  very  gentlest  of  care. 


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My  beauty  care 
really  makes  sMn 
smoother!" 

says  Ruth  Roman 


And  that's  what  you'll  say  . . .  when 
yon  try  Ruth's  daily  Lux  Soap  fecials. 
They're  a  sure  way  to  softer  skin! 


Who  could  give  you  better  beauty  advice 
than  this  glamorous  star  .  .  .  whose  own 
complexion  is  so  creamy,  so  radiant!  Ruth 
says,  "Try  my  daily  Lux  facials.  They're 
a  perfect  way  to  make  skin  sparkle,  look 
its  very  smoothest." 

Yes,  daily  Lux  Soap  care  treats  your 
skin  to  a  vital  beauty  benefit — a  wonderful 
toning  action!  It's  this  gentle  stimulation 
that  helps  your  skin  to  new  softness  .  .  . 
that  fresh,  luminous  look. 

And  Ruth  tells  you,  "You'll  delight  in 
the  mildness  of  Lux  as  you  cream  in  the 
rich  lather.  Then  you  just  rinse  warm, 
splash  cold  .  .  .  and  right  away  your  skin 
is  lovelier!" 

Why  don't  you  try  Hollywood's  favorite 
Lux  Toilet  Soap  today!  See  how  soon 
you  win  compliments  on  your  smoother, 
fresher  skin! 


RUTH  ROMAN  co-starring  in  "BLOWING  WILD" 

A  United  States  Pictures  Production  for  Warner  Bros. 


"Steak's  on!"  Ruth's  recipe  is  a 
secret  .  .  .  but  not  her  beauty  care. 
"Everyone  knows — in  Hollywood,  we 
use  Lux  for  smoother  skin!" 


Playing  badminton  with  Ruth,  it's 
hard  to  keep  your  eye  on  the  game.  Her 
complexion  is  so  radiantly  fresh  ...  so 
Lux  lovely.  Try  her  beauty  care. 


"What  a  difference  Lax  facials 
make!"  Ruth  tells  you.  Yes,  you'll 
see  your  skin  is  softer,  fresher,  with 
just  one  cake  of  Lux ! 


9  out  of  10  screen  stars  nse  Lux  for  complexion 
care  .  .  .  for  a  bath-time  treat!  Gentle  Lux  care  is 
guaranteed  by  Lever  Brothers  Company  to  improve 
any  normal  skin,  or  your  money  refunded. 


where  do  I  go  from  here? 

(Coiitinued  from  page  49)  But  it  loses 
money.  Then  I  say  to  myself,  'Betty — 
you've  had  it.  Get  out  while  you're  on 
top.'  That  is  a  law  I  laid  down  for  myself 
long  ago.  Quit  when  you're  ahead.  Just  so 
I'll  have  the  intelligence  to  know  when  I 
am  ahead.  But  this  much  you  can  bet  on 
—when  it  happens,  it'll  happen  like  that. 
The  way  it's  always  been  with  me,  when  I 
don't  like  something,  I  walk  away  from  it. 
So  far.  Knock  wood.  Or  I  sidestep.  Or,  if 
I  have  to,  the  old  collision.  Anything,  so 
long  as  it's  action.  I've  never  sat  around 
and  waited  for  developments.  Some  people 
can  do  it.  I  can't.  Stewing,  you  know,  in 
your  own  juice,  that's  not  for  me.  If  there's 
going  to  be  an  end,  let  it  come." 

But  the  end  was  not  yet? 

"I'm  36,"  said  Betty  Grable  James: 
"That's  no  state  secret.  I  think  I  must  be 
one  of  the  happiest  people  on  earth.  That's 
really  a  shame,  isn't  it?  For  your  pur- 
poses, I  mean.  Does  anyone  really  want 
to  read  about  happy  people?  No  neuroses, 
no  problems.  I'm  a  terrible  disappoint- 
ment to  interviewers.  I  want  to  say  some- 
thing real — real  electric.  But  I  can't.  I'm 
too  lucky.  And  there's  nothing  earth- 
shaking  in  a  long  run  of  luck,  not  unless 
it's  at  a  dice  table  in  Las  Vegas.  I  have 
Harry,  a  husband  I'm  in  love  with.  The 


children.  Home.  Career.  And  the  weird 
part  of  it  all  is,  every  year  I  feel  better. 
That  sounds  like  a  gag,  but  it's  true.  Every 
year  I  feel  better,  more  full  of  zing.  The 
problems  shake  down  one  by  one  so  along 
with  the  zing  comes  a  feeling  of  peace. 
Am  I  too  corny  for  you?  Sometimes  I'm 
too  corny  for  me.  You  know,  when  I  was 
younger,  I  was  real  corny  about  corn. 
Very  disdainful.  Now  I  know  it  for  what 
it  is,  and  I  love  it." 

There  was  no  intention,  then,  except  to 
go  on  as  she  was,  professionally  and  per- 
sonally speaking  both? 

"No  intention.  No  other  intention.  In- 
definitely. I've  been  asked,  somebody 
asked  me,  'What  makes  Betty  run?'  I 
don't  know,  maybe  it  was  a  snide  question. 
You  get  the  implications.  Over-ambition, 
too  much  adrenalin,  whatever  it  was  they 
meant.  The  way  I  understood  it,  they  were 
saying,  'She's  got  everything,  but  every- 
thing. So  why  doesn't  she  ease  up?'  Well, 
she  doesn't  ease  up — I  don't  ease  up,  I 
mean — because  I  like  to  work.  It's  as 
simple  as  that.  I've  conditioned  myself  to 
work.  And  I  love  the  work  I  do.  You  see 
what  I  mean  about  luck?  Or  wait.  Listen 
to  this:  I  also  love  to  stop  the  work  I  do 
and  come  home  to  the  other  part  of  my 
life  that's  waiting  for  me,  and  that  I  love 
more  than  the  work,  if  that's  possible. 
And  it's  possible,  all  right.  It's  not  only 
possible,  it's  a  fact.    Now  with  all  this, 


easy  money 


How's  that  new  air-conditioned  movie  down  the  street?  Real  coof?  Well,  MODERN 
SCREEN  is  saying,  "Be  our  guest  at  a  double-feature,  and  don't  forget  the  popcorn. " 
Here's  how  we  do  it.  All  you  have  to  do  is  read  all  the  stories  in  this  August  issue 
and  fill  out  the  form  below — carefully.  Then  send  it  to  us  right  away.  A  crisp  new 
one-dollar  bill  will  go  to  each  of  the  first  100  people  we  hear  from.  So  get  started 
right  away.  You  may  be  one  of  the  lucky  winners! 

QUESTIONNAIRE:  Which  stories  and  features  did  you  enjoy  most  in  this  issue? 
WRITE  THE  NUMBERS  !,  2,  and  3  AT  THE  FAR  LEFT  of  your  first,  second,  and 
third  choices.  Then  let  us  know  what  stars  you'd  like  to  read  about  in  future  issues. 


□  The  Inside  Story 

O  Louella  Parsons'  Good  News 

□  Hollywood  Abroad  (MS  wire  service) 

□  What  Divorce  Did  To  Me 
(Mona  Freeman) 

□  The  Battling  Waynes  In  Court 
(John  Wayne) 

□  The  Shy  Mr.  Cooper  (Gary  Cooper) 

□  Can  Jane  Forget  The  Past? 
(Jane  Powell) 

□  They  Called  Them  "Shocking!" 

(Lana  Turner-Lex  Barker) 

□  Leave  Him  To  The  Girls 
(Rock  Hudson) 

□  The  Price  Of  Fame  (Tony  Curtis) 

□  Peck's  A  Good  Boy  N  ow 
(Gregory  Peck) 

□  Can  Shelley  Hold  Vittorio? 
(Shelley  Winters) 

□  "I'm  Not  Afraid  Any  More" 
(Van  Johnson) 

□  Retreat  To  Paradise 

(Jan  Sterling-Paul  Douglas) 

□  "Where  Do  I  Go  From  Here?" 
(Betty  Grable) 

□  Some  Changes  Made!  (Jeanne  Grain) 

□  Susie's  Got  Everything 
(Susan  Hayward) 

□  It  Was  A  Ball  (Frank  Sinatra) 

□  A  Pocketful  Of  Dreams  (Tab  Hunter) 

□  God  Lives  In  Every  Church 
(Richard  Widmark) 

□  Take  My  Word  For  It  (Mitzi  Gaynor) 

□  Movie  Reviews  by  Florence  Epstein 

□  TV  Talk  by  Paul  Denis 


Which  of  the  stories  did  you  like  least  < 


What  3  MALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues?  List  them  I. 
2,  3,  in  order  of  preference. 


What  FEMALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues? 


What  MALE  star  do  you  like  least? 


What  FEMALE  star  do  you  like  least? 


My  name  is.  ...   

My  address  is  

City   State...... 

Occupation  I  am.  .  .  ,  .  yrs.  old 

ADDRESS  TO:  POLL  DEPT.,  MODERN 
SCREEN,  BOX  125,  MURRAY  HILL 
STATION,    NEW   YORK    16,    N.  Y. 


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how  could  I  tell  you  or  anyone  else  that 
something's  griping  me?  How  could  I  com- 
plain? How  could  I  put  up  any  kind  of 
beef  without  people  wanting  to  throw  rocks 
at  me?  I  think  some  girls  must  dream 
about  the  kind  of  life  that's  happened  to 
me.  I  know  one  girl  who  dreamed  about 
it  anyway.  Me.  Betty  Grable.  And  I've 
always  figured  I'm  pretty  much  like 
the  rest.  I'm  the  norm.  I  think  that's 
what  audiences  have  liked  in  me,  the  au- 
diences that  did  like  me.  So  you  see  how 
rich  I  am — not  money,  to  corn  another, 
but — just  rich.  So  they  ask — what  makes 
Betty  run?  Fair  question.  I've  answered. 
But  there's  another  answer.  I'm  not  run- 
ning. I'm  just  cruising.  I'm  not  bearing 
down  and  there's  plenty  of  gas  in  the 
tank,  you'll  pardon  the  turn  of  phrase." 

Tt  was  pardoned.  It  was  a  good  turn  of 
x  phrase.  Betty  Grable  James  in  the  Year 
of  Our  Lord  1953  spoke  the  truth.  Ten 
years  of  married  life,  and  nearly  25  in 
show  business,  are  behind  her.  She  is  the 
most  improbable  36  ever  conceived.  She 
wore  a  cool  print  dress  and  her  platinum 
hair  very  short  and  close  to  her  head  like 
a  helmet.  Her  bright  red  shoes — she  is  a 
pigeon  for  bright  red  shoes  or  bright  red 
anything — had  high  heels,  and  these  did 
the  usual  wonders  for  her  legs,  which  are 
too  skinny.  The  gentlemen  will  please 
put  away  their  firearms.  That  is  Mrs. 
James'  own  appraisal  of  her  legs — too 
skinny — and  here  is  hardly  the  time  or 
place  to  dispute  the  lady.  So  long  as  we 
are  on  the  theme  of  disparagement,  how- 
ever, her  regard  for  her  own  singing, 
dancing  and  acting  is  likewise  no  more 
than  lukewarm.  She  has  never  been  heard 
to  comment  on  her  justly  celebrated  com- 
plexion. And  where,  perhaps  a  year  and 
a  half  ago,  Mrs.  James  had  sported  roughly 
a  chin-and-a-quarter,  she  was  now  pared 
down  to  one.  She  was  neat  and  bright  and 
lovely. 

"No,  but  it's  true,"  she  went  on  pres- 
ently. "I  don't  bear  down.  I  don't  barrel 
into  the  turns.  Not  any  more.  Would  I 
have  taken  a  ten-month  suspension  if 
I'd  cared  that  much?  Or  here's  another: 
I  wouldn't  do  Pickup  On  South  Street. 
Would  a  worrier  have  refused?" 

Miss  Grable  turned  down  Pickup  On 
South  Street  for  a  good  reason.  "It  was 
dray-ma.  The  girl  was  a  floozie,  a  B-girl. 
She  has  beer  thrown  in  her  face,  she's 
knocked  down.  That's  one  sort  of  part  I 
can't  and  won't  do.  Comedy,  song-and- 
dance,  sure.  But  this,  was  real  heavy. 
Then  there's  something  else:  people  do 
come  to  identify  you  with  the  parts  you 
play,  and  a  lot  of  them  know  I'm  a  family 
type,  mother  of  two  children.  It  doesn't 
jibe  any  too  well.  The  main  point  is, 
though,  it's  not  for  me.  Jean  Peters  should 
be  wonderful  in  it." 

Miss  Grable  also  took  a  ten-count  for  de- 
clining to  participate  in  The  Girl  Next  Door, 
which  subsequently  went  to  June  Haver. 
She,  Miss  Grable,  went  home,  worked 
around  the  house,  rested,  rode  horseback, 
readjusted  her  perspective  and  didn't 
brood  about  a  thing.  She  was — for  her — on 
edge  when  she  accepted  the  layoff.  For  the 
first  time  in  her  life,  public  c'uriosity  irri- 
tated her,  and  when  she  and  James  be- 
came the  subject  of  undue  attention  in  the 
turf  club  of  a  swank  local  track,  she  be- 
came aware  that  she  wasn't  wholly  on  the 
beam.  "But  I  settled  that  problem,"  she 
has  since  recalled.  "It's  all  right  now. 
That's  what  I  mean  about  the  way  I  have 
to  cope  with  things.  One  by  one  and  in  any 
way  I  can,  but  I  won't  hold  still  where 
my  own  troubles  are  concerned.  I  want 
to  move  and  move  quick.  You  remember 
how  I  was  then.  I  wish  you'd  seen  me  a 
month  later.  I  sat  back  and  taught  myself 
all  over  again  that  attention  is  part  of  our 


business,  that  deep  down  we  really  love  it. 
Then  there  was  nothing  to  worry  about. 
If  I'd  kept  on  getting  annoyed,  then  I'd've 
thought  it  was  a  good  time  to  get  out. 
But  I  didn't  worry  about  the  layoff,  that's 
the  main  point.  I  didn't  worry  about — oh, 
Marilyn"  Monroe,  say,  or  whoever  else  was 
doing  well,  or  box-office  ratings  or  not 
being  on  the  screen.  That's  one  good  part 
about  layoffs.  If  my  box-office  drops  I  just 
say  to  myself,  'Well,  you  haven't  had  many 
releases,  have  you,  after  allll?'  and  I  feel 
all  right  again.  Maybe  it's  a  way  of  kidding 
myself,  but  I  don't  think  so.  Anyway, 
what's  so  awful  about  kidding  yourself?  In 
small  things,  I  mean.  A  lot  of  times  it's 
worked  for  me.  That  doesn't  mean  I  pre- 
scribe it  for  others.  What's  good  for  me 
may  be  terrible  for  someone  else.  That's 
why,  please  don't  ask  me  for  advice.  It 
seems  arrogant  to  dish  it  out.  Just  my 
own  case,  that  I  know." 

Well,  how  about  Marilyn  Monroe? 
"Well,  how  about  her?  I  should  be 
able  to  answer  that,  it's  been  asked  me  so 
many  times,  but  I  don't  know  .what  I'm 
supposed  to  answer.  She's  a  nice  girl,  I  like 
her,  she's  fine  to  work  with.  You're  not 
going  to  make  headlines  with  that,  but  it's 
how  it  is.  Then  I  have  a  stock  answer.  I've 
given  it  so  many  times  in  so  many  different 
situations,  it's  a  cliche.  I'm  going  to  have  a 
record  made  of  it.  'There's  room  at  the  top 
for  everyone.'  And  there  is.  Not  very  flashy, 
is  it?  I've  read  flashier.  But  I  haven't  a 
thing  in  the  world  against  Marilyn  Monroe. 
If  we're  going  to  set  the  world  on  fire, 
well  have  to  find  another  way." 

This  much  brought  us  to  a  spot  topic — 
and  if  the  present  article  were  an  orches- 
tral rendition,  we  would  ask  now  for  a 
prolonged  roll  of  the  drums.  Miss  Grable 
was  to  report  to  Columbia  the  following 
Monday  for  her  first  loan-out  in  years  and 
years,  the  starring  role  in  a  project  called 
The  Pleasure  Is  All  Mine,  from  a  Somerset 
Maugham  job.  How  did  she  feel  about  this? 

"Fine,"  said  Miss  Grable  happily.  "It's  a 
good  part  and  a  cute  script.  I'm  married 
to  two  men." 

And  how  did  the  Johnston  Office  feel 
about  th.at? 

She  smiled.  "Well,  one's  supposed  to  be 
de^d.  Only  he  isn't." 

But  she  had  no  objection  to  the  loan- 
out?  Eh? 

"Why  should  I?  Fox  didn't  have  anything 
for  me.  You  know  how  it  goes.  I  heard  I 
had  objections.  You  hear  everything.  Un- 
less you  stop  listening.  No  objections.  No 
anything.  I'm  happy  in  this  way,  happy  in 
that  way,  more  ginger  every  day,  and  IH 
go  right  on  working  until  all  of  a  sudden 
I  stop. 

"But  when  I  do  stop,"  she  said,  "it  won't 
worry  me  too  much  because  I  have  a  lot 
to  fall  back  on.  It's  the  girls  who  live 
only  for  their  careers  that  have  the  prob- 
lem of  retirement.  The  reaction  of  idleness 
could  be  too  violent  for  them  to  stand. 
They're  sort  of,  you  know — one-dimension- 
al. But  I  have  Harry,  my  children,  my 
home.  Ill  just  turn  my  back  and  that'll 
be  that." 

HP  he  next  Monday,  as  reported  by  the 
trade  paper  Variety,  Betty  Grable  was 
suspended  by  Fox  for  the  third  time  in  two 
years  for  refusing  to  report  to  Columbia 
for  the  picture  The  Pleasure  Is  All  Mine. 
Miss  Grable  also  "revealed"  (Variety 
again)  that  she  was  "trying  to  get  out  of 
her  20th-Fox  contract,  which  expires  in 
September,  1954."  The  reason  ascribed  to 
her  for  the  Columbia  balk  was  Columbia's 
refusal  to  tell  her  the  identity  of  her  co- 
players;  Variety  assumed  she  had  been 
counting  on  William  Holden  and  Henry 
Fonda,  per  earlier  information  printed  in 
the   column  of  Louella   O.  Parsons.  No 


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reason  whatever  was  advanced  for  her 
flare-up  at  Fox.  Apropos  Columbia,  she 
was  quoted  directly  as  follows:  "They 
won't  tell  me  who  will  be  in  the  film. 
I  didn't  want  to  start  extensive  rehearsals 
without  knowing.  I'll  go  back  in  it  when 
they  tell  me.  I  hate  suspensions,  I  don't 
like  trouble.  But  I  feel  entitled  to  know 
who  will  be  in  the  film." 

Thus  the  time  for  turning  away  may 
have  arrived.  To  Modern  Screen's  post- 
interview  queries,  Fox  spokesmen  pro- 
fessed bafflement,  Miss  Grable  was  else- 
where. Columbia  did  not  even  deign  to 
return  the  call.  The  entire  situation  was  a 
top  secret  operation.  At  the  time  this  is 
written  Modern  Screen  can  only  accept 
Betty's  own  statement  to  us:  "All  of  a 
sudden  111  stop."  Monday  was  sudden  all 
right,  that  Monday  in  May. 

That's  Be.ty  Grable,  1953.  At  the  top 
of  her  beauty  and  talent  and  drawing 
power.  But  ready  to  stand  dead  cold  pat  on 
on  a  principle.  Do  not  think  for  a  moment 
she  was  trying  deliberately  to  mislead 
anyone  in  the  talk  you  have  overheard. 
There  is  no  more  honest  woman  in  pic- 
tures. Everyone  knows  it.  She  has  the  ut- 
most respect  of  friend,  enemy  and  neutral. 
If  she  doesn't  want  to  talk  to  you,  she 
won't.  But  she  won't  mislead  you.  Va- 
riety's report  presumably  was  reliable,  if 
a  short-lived  firecracker.  In  the  absence 
of  denials,  then,  it  must  be  that  Miss 
Grable  changed  her  mind  over  a  weekend 
for  reasons  that  seemed  to  her  just  and 
reasonable. 

C  he  had  something  else  to  say  about  re- 
*J  tirement.  "I  could  travel,"  she  resumed. 
"Look  at  all  I  have  to  look  forward  to. 
When  I've  decided  I  won't  miss  the  screen, 
I  just  won't  miss  it.  You  know,  I've  never 
been  out  of  the  United  States.  Oh,  Canada 
for  a  little  while.  You  won't  believe  it,  but 


I've  only  been  in  Palm  Springs  once  in  my 
life,  getting  over  an  operation.  Or  the  stage. 
I've  done  some  of  that,  with  orchestras, 
arid  then  DuBarry  Was  A  Lady  in  New 
York.  I'd  adjust  myself  to  it  again,  the 
way  I'm  adjusted  to  pictures  now.  There 
are  so  many  things  to  cushion  the  retire- 
ment. I  don't  ever  want  to  be  in  the  posi- 
tion of  the  players  who  can't  quit,  for 
money  reasons  or  because  they  can't 
change  the  tempo.  Go  scrounging  for  char- 
acter .parts.  When  I'm  through,  I-  want  to 
be  through,  and  living  it  up  in  another 
way." 

An  enormous  portrait  of  Harry  James 
.  hung  over  the  mantel.  Ten  years.  The  night 
of  July  4,  1943  in  Las  Vegas,  Nevada,  was 
stifling  and  James'  train,  due  in  from  New 
York  for  the  wedding,  was  "  hours  late. 
Midnight  dissolved  into  morning,  which 
doesn't  normally  bother  Vegas,  but  the 
Justice  of  the  Peace  who  was  to  perform 
the  ceremony  wanted  to  go  home.  So  did 
the  necessary  clerk.  A  publicist  in  attend- 
ance proposed  an  alternative;  he  would  sit 
on  their  heads  until  the  train  got  there. 
The  bride  reached  the  edge  of  hysterics, 
and  finally  left  the  Last  Frontier  Hotel  to 
wait  at  the  station.  At  long  last  the  City 
of  Los  Angeles  wheezed  its  noble  way  to  a 
stop,  but  with  James'  car  far  down  the 
platform.  The  station  proper  was  sur- 
rounded by  a  knee-high  guard-rail  in 
.those  days  to  discourage  wanderers  from 
getting  mowed  under.  Miss  Grable  didn't 
know  about  that  or  didn't  remember.  She 
ran  joyfully  forward  until  she  hit  the 
guard-rail.  The  middle-route  was  air- 
borne, the  landing  impressive  but  painful. 
But  a  few  cinders  weren't  going  to  foul 
up  that  day.  They  were  married  in  early 
morning,  and  there  was  a  wedding  break- 
fast replete  with  friends,  well-wishers  and 
displaced  crapshooters  who,  confronted 
with  a  staggering  layout  of  goodies,  de- 


cided •  they'd  faded  destiny  and  gone  to 
heaven.  Ten  years  ago.  There  was  the  cus- 
tomary doubt  in  Hollywood,  which  ex- 
tended best  wishes  along  with  side-bets  on 
a  six-month-and-not-a-day-more  hitch. 

"  And  this  is  how  it's  turned  out,"  said 
Mrs.  James.  "Quiet,  domestic,  no 
hoopla,  none  of  the  problems  that  go  with 
hoopla.  You  spoke  of  crowds,  too  much  at- 
tention. As  a  problem,  it  doesn't  exist.  We 
don't  go  out.  When  Harry  gets  home  from 
the  road,  he  wants  to  be  home.  So  do  I.  And 
he's  away  a  great  deal,  as  he  is  now,  so  we 
don't  entertain." 

"You  seldom  entertain?" 

"We  don't  entertain.  Not  in  the  Holly- 
wood sense.  We're  entirely  happy  living 
as  we  do.  The  horses,  the  outdoor  life,  liv- 
ing for  the  children.  What  would  we  want 
beyond  that?" 

No  bruises  whatever? 

"Minor.  Very  minor.  Once  or  twice  when 
I  went  on  the  road  with  Harry,  I  went 
strictly  as  Mrs.  James,  and  then  I  wasn't 
too  happy.  I  had  a  notion  I  could  divorce 
Betty  Grable  from  the  maestro's  wife. 
Same  person,  of  course.  It  didn't  exactly 
work.  And  once — "  she  began  to  laugh— "I 
got  real  frisky  about  it.  Harry  was  playing 
a  date  in  Venice.  (Venice  is  a  place  near 
Hollywood,  whatever  Venetians  may  think 
about  it.)  So  I  got  traipsed  up  in  a  black 
wig,  covered  my  wedding  ring  in  some  way, 
and  went  down  there.  I  was  a  sensational 
flop.  Our  friends  were  there.  'Hi,  Betty! 
Dyed  your  hair?  Don't  tell  us  what  you're 
made  up  for,  let  us  guess.'  Oh,  I  was  the 
one.  Only  one  person  didn't  recognize  me. 
Harry.  I  was  'introduced'  to  him.  He  was 
real  nice.  So  nice.  So  very  nice.  That's 
when  I  got  mad." 

"You're  sure  he  didn't  know  all  along?" 

"He  didn't  know.  It  was  pretty  funny." 

Hollywood  was  then,  as  it  doubtless  still 


is,  shrill  with  the  word  of  a  new  Betty 
Grable.  There's  a  new  Betty  Grable  every 
time  you  turn  around,  but  this  time  it  was 
a  reference  to  her  appearance  in  Cinema 
Scope  and  had  some  validity.  Everyone 
who  had  seen  her  in  the  new  process,  clips 
from  the  film  How  To  Marry  a  Millionaire, 
had  come  out  bug-eyed.  It  appeared  there 
was  one  scene  in  particular  in  which, 
flanked  by  Miss  Monroe  and  Lauren  Ba- 
ca 11,  she  had  preempted  the  whole  wide 
screen  simply  by  appearing  on  it. 

What,  then,  was  her  reaction  to  3-D? 

"Not  3-D.  Cinema  Scope.  It's  more  a  wide 
screen.  You  mean  me  in  it?  I  don't  know. 
I  saw  a  couple  of  rushes.  I  thought — well, 
you  know.  All  right." 

Could  something  along  the  lines  of  a 
New  Betty  Grable  be  built  around  this? 

"Well,  it's  a  new  medium.  Maybe  I  am 
moving  into  a  new  phase.  That'd  be  all 
right." 

"Deity's  had  plenty  of  phases  already. 

She  first  appeared  on  a  screen  for  the 
old  Fox  Studio  in  1930  in  a  number  called 
Let's  Go  Places.  She  did  a  specialty,  evi- 
dently at  the  age  of  13. 

Nothing  came  of  it,  except  experience. 

Later  she  did  a  bit  for  Samuel  Goldwyn 
in  Eddie  Cantor's  film  version  of  Whoopee. 


it  was  a  hall ! 

(Continued  from  page  53)  been.  Not  my 
friends.  I  know  who  they  are  now."  He 
named  some,  with  unmistakable  fondness 
and  pride.  A  lawyer,  his  late  publicist 
George  Evans,  New  York  restaurateur 
Toots  Shor.  "Toots  is  like  my  big  brother. 
Oh,  there  were  a  lot  who  stuck  around. 
But  the  rest  of  them  ..."  He  made  the 
slitting  motion  again. 

"Anyway,  let's  get  back.  Here  I  was, 
a  little  schmo  from  Hoboken.  But  loaded! 
All  of  a  sudden,  everybody  I  met  was 
worth  50  zillion  dollars,  or  else  I'd  heard 
of  them  I  went  to  parties,  I  swear,  I  was 
the  only  one  there  I'd  never  heard  of.  I 
wouldn't  know  a  soul.  Not  even  the  host- 
ess. They'd  stare  at  me.  I'd  stare  at 
them  I  knew  what  I  was  asked  for.  They 
wondered  if  I'd  try  to  melt  down  the 
silverware  or  swing  by  the  tail  from  the 
chandelier.  Well,  I  wondered  the  same 
about  them  It  was  even.  But  Hoboken 
was  never  like  that. 

"Sure,  for  a  schmo  from  Ho',  I  was  too 
loaded,  but  there  are  worse  ways  to 
suffer.  I'd  meet  guys,  big  executives, 
who'd  warn  me  about  spending,  and  I'd 
think  to  myself,  'Brother,  you  may  be 
heeled  but  I've  got  it  like  you'll  never 
have  it.'  The  weird  thing  was,  it  was 
true  then.  I  was  open  to  plenty  of  needle 
for  the  way  I  spent  Gold  cigarette  lighters 
for  my  friends.  Expensive  cars  even,  now 
and  then.  All  right,  you  know  something? 
I've  never  regretted  it,  not  a  cent  of  it. 
I'd  do  the  same  again.  What  did  I  know 
about  money?  I  could  do  all  the  things 
I'd  always  wanted  to.  For  my  family.  One 
year  I  sent  my  mother  to  Florida  for  the 
whole  winter.  Cost,  I  think,  $5,500,  some- 
thing like  that.  My  money  advisors  put  up 
a  beef.  So  I  said  to  them,  T  made  $850,000 
this  year,  right?  And  we  got  something 
left  over?'  That  was  all  I  ever  wanted  to 
know,  was  there  something  left  over?  I 
guess  that's  all  I  want  to  know  now.  And 
I  couldn't  send  my  mother  to  Florida  for 
$5,500?  Then  why  was  I  working?  That's 
how  I  looked  at  it  then.  That's  how  I  look 
at  it  now." 

A  few  days  before  this  interview,  Sina- 
■cx  tra's  allegedly  tangled  bookkeeping  of 
the  lush  years  had,  in  a  sense,  caught  up 


That  was  chalked  up  to  more  experience. 

She  got  out  of  town  and  turned  up  in  a 
Barbara  Stanwyck-Frank  Fay  play,  Tattle 
Tales,  staying  with  it  for  several  months. 
Movies  yawned  prodigiously. 

She  joined  Ted  Fio  Rito,  the  bandman. 
Eight  months  more.  Hollywood  went  so  far 
as  at  least  to  stifle  its  yawn.  She  was  cast 
in  a  Wheeler  and  Woolsey  comedy.  She 
made  a  few  shorts.  She  hit  the  road  again, 
with  Jay  Whidden  and  orchestra. 

Back  once  more.  RKO.  Two  years.  Eatin' 
steady.  Paramount.  Two  more  years.  But 
pictures  that  never  got  away  from  the 
campus.  "Betty,"  reports  the  Fox  biogra- 
phy, driving  home  its  point  with  tooth, 
nail  and  mallet,  "simply  didn't  care  to  be 
the  perennial  sophomore  forever."  Also, 
not  for  eternity. 

Now  personal  appearances.  She  stunned 
'em.  The  astute  Mr.  Zanuck  of  20th  Cen- 
tury-Fox was  most  stunned  of  all.  He 
"beckoned,"  as  Hollywood  always  does. 
Never  writes,  phones  or  wires.  Has  to 
beckon.  That  was  fine  for  Miss  Grable, 
but  first  she  had  the  DuBarry  Was  A  Lady 
commitment  on  Broadway.  She  stunned 
'em  in  that,  too.  Then  Alice  Faye  took 
poorly.  Miss  Grable  was  summoned — once 
in  a  great  while  Hollywood  does  "summon" 
— and  took  over  Miss  Faye's  part  in  a  his- 


with  him  Uncle  Whiskers  wanted  $103,000 
in  back  taxes,  upped  by  the  newspapers 
to  $109,000. 

"That's  all  right,"  Sinatra  said.  "I  told 
'em  I'd  get  it  up  by  August  first,  con- 
tingent, as  my  lawyer  says,  they  can 
establish  I  owe  it.  If  I  owe  it,  I  want  to 
pay  it.  I  just  don't  know.  It  was  a  ball, 
that's  all  I  know." 

How  much  of  a  ball,  precisely,  goaded 
his  memory  again. 

"Those  seven  weeks  at  the  Paramount 
in  New  York,"  he  said,  "after  the  dam 
broke.  Then  the  time  later.  Don't  make 
me  say  this  like  I  meant  it  because  I'm 
only  trying  to  answer  what  you  asked, 
but  how  many  guys  had  it  happen  to 
them?  Two  radio  shows  going  at  once, 
recordings,  personals.  I  look  back  now  and 
it  was  like  those  creep  party  effects  they 
have  in  pictures.  Montage.  It's  hard  to 
remember  the  separate  frames.  You  know 
what  we  finally  did?  We  hired  a  private 
ambulance  to  get  me  places  on  time.  Had 
to.  I  stayed  at  the  Astor  while  we  played 
the  Paramount,  right  across  the  street.  I 
was  doing  six,  seven  shows  a  day,  and 
there  was  no  other  way.  I'd  duck  into  the 
theater  about  nine  in  the  morning,  get 
out  about  one.  Hour  and  a  half  between 
shows,  I'd  work  out  in  a  gym  we'd  rigged 
up,  or  eat,  or  sit  in  my  dressing  room  lis- 
tening to  the  song  pluggers,  but  never 
use  my  voice.  Never  speak  at  all.  First 
show  was  nine-thirty  in  the  morning.  You 
ever  try  to  be  romantic  at  nine-thirty 
in  the  morning?  Don't.  The  kids'd  come 
in  and  stay  all  day.  Drive  the  management 
daffy.  Then  when  I'd  leave  the  theater — 
Tm  not  kidding — some  nights  there'd  be 
5,000  of  them  out  there  on  44th  Street  by 
the  stage  door  .  .  .  you  imagine  five  thou- 
sand! It'd  take  us  20  minutes  to  get  across 
the  one  strip  of  sidewalk  to  the  car,  and  the 
kids  sticking  pins  into  the  cops  for  holding 
'em  back.  They  used  to  scare  me,  not  on 
account  of  myself  but  one  of  the  kids 
could  have  been  hur^  in  the  crush.  I  de- 
veloped a  technique  after  a  while.  I  just 
stayed  in  the  middle  of  my  personal  riot 
squad,  kept  my  arms  flat  against  my  sides, 
and  let  myself  be  carried  along.  Twenty 
minutes  to  go  five  yards.  Hoboken,  where 
are  you  now?" 

A  single  incident  out  of  the  whole  era, 
predating  by  a  few  months  the  Paramount 
engagement,  has  stood  out  in  Sinatra's 


toric  movie  titled  Down  Argentine  Way. 
The  rest  is  a  list: 
Names  of  pictures. 
Itemized  grosses — and  nets. 
Marriage:  July  5,  1943. 
A  daughter:  Victoria  Elizabeth,  1944. 
A  daughter:  Jessica,  1947. 
Boxoffice  Ratings: 
1.  Betty  Grable. 
1.  Betty  Grable. 
1.  Betty  Grable. 

And — 1953?  With  the  inevitable  question 
mark. 

She  was  married  to  Jackie  Coogan  once. 
As  Mrs.  James,  she  possesses  or  has  pos- 
sessed a  number  of  homes.  This  one  is 
Home  with  a  capital  H.  It's  green,  the 
greenest  home  you  ever  saw.  Big,  too, 
but  for  six  weeks  earlier  this  year  she 
handled  it  by  herself,  no  help,  besides 
driving  the  children  back  and  forth  from 
school.  She  loved  it.  Fourteen  rooms  any- 
way. 

'"Phe  dank  air  blew  through  the  front  door 
and  Betty  Grable  James  shivered  in 
her  short-sleeved  dress.  Goodbye.  Thanks 
a  lot.  Sorry  it  couldn't  have  been  more 
exciting.  Could  it  have  been  less  so? 
Betty  Grable,  1953,  is  exciting  enough  for 
any  Friday.  END 


mind  over  the  years.  Evidently  it  sym- 
bolizes for  him  the  prevailing  climate  of 
the  entire  period,  and  even  now  he  cannot 
speak  of  it  without  being  genuinely 
touched. 

"They  made  with  the  skinny  jokes,  but 
the  funny  thing  was,  I  was  in  good  shape. 
I  worked  so  hard,  I  was  dead  beat  when 
I  went  to  bed  and  fell  asleep  so  fast  and 
so  hard,  a  blackjack  couldn't  have  done 
the  job  better.  I  wasn't  nervous  except 
now  and  then  when  it  got  too  much  for 
me,  and  I'm  always  most  relaxed  when 
I'm  working  anyway.  I  was  living  it  up, 
the  way  any  Jersey  Cinderella  would,  and 
my  idea  of  a  top  gag  was  to  call  George 
Evans,  who  was  the  sweetest  guy  who  ever 
lived,  and  give  him  a  song-and-dance 
about  how  I  felt  sick  or  had  just  piled 
up  my  car  or  had  lost  my  voice.  I  suppose 
it  was  just  because  I  felt  so  good,  I  could 
do  those  things.  George  would  worry  and 
offer  to  come  right  over  whatever  the  hour 
was,  so  I'd  tell  him  I  was  only  kidding, 
but  I  got  a  huge  yuk  thinking  how  12 
little  round  men  would  drop  dead  all  at 
once  if  they  thought  I'd  bit  my  tongue  off. 
You  think  they  wouldn't've?  Listen:  I 
took  stock  back  about  then  and  found  out 
I  only  owned  47  per  cent  of  myself. 

"/^kay.  So  one  night  I  woke  up  and  I 
wasn't  kidding  any  more.  I  was  sick.  I 
callefd  up  a  close  friend  and  broke  it  to 
him  gently.  I  said  for  him  not  to  worry 
but  I  didn't  feel  absolutely  right  and 
maybe  he'd  better  send  over  a  doctor.  It 
turned  out  that  was  a  good  idea.  Strep 
throat.  So  they  put  me  in  Mt.  Sinai  Hos- 
pital and  kept  me  there  until  I  almost 
went  nuts  because  I  hate  to  lie  around 
in  bed  even  if  I  am  sick,  which  is  another 
story,  but  finally  they  turned  me,  loose, 
and  there  outside  the  hospital  is  this  little 
12-year-old  girl,  who  the  nurses  said  had 
been  there  every  day  with  flowers,  waiting 
till  I  got  out. 

"Well,  I  must  have  looked  terrible  be- 
cause she  started  to  cry  when  she  saw  me, 
and  I  said  something  like,  'Waaiit  a  min- 
ute, honey,  take  it  easy,  I'm  the  one  who's 
sick,  not  you.'  And  the  kid  said:  'You're 
sick!  Who's  sufferin'?'  How  do  you  like 
that?" 

The  age  preceding  the  golden  age  of  the 
Sinatra  saga  has  proved  more  fascinat- 
ing to  its  central  figure  than  it  has  to  his 


biographers.  Sinatra,  at  any  rate,  is  in- 
tensely preoccupied  with  it  and  full  of 
detailed  addenda. 

It  all  began  with  Major  Bowes,  the 
legendary  and  sometimes  tyrannical  ar- 
biter of  amateur  radio  talent  back  in  the 
bad  old  days  of  the  1930's.  Sinatra's  voice 
won  the  unqualified  approval  of  the  good 
Major,  and  by  and  by  he  found  himself  a 
member  of  one  of  the  numerous  Bowes 
units  that  toured  the  country,  stopping 
over  once  in  a  downtown  theater  from 
whence  he  made  several  unsuccessful  ef- 
forts to  get  his  idol,  Bing  Crosby,  to  come 
to  a  telephone. 

Back  in  New  Jersey,  Sinatra  turned 
professional  on  an  extremely  modest  scale, 
singing  with  the  band  in  a  run-down 
saloon  for  coffee,  cakes  and  $15  a  week. 
He  doubled  on  a  broom.  But  it  so  hap- 
pened the  joint  was  properly  wired  and 
within  the  orbit  of  a  New  York  radio 
station  which,  late  at  night,  made  a  prac- 
tice of  switching  from  one  outlying  bistro 
to  another  and  so  picking  up  the  various 
orchestras.  The  audience  for  this  program 
was  small  but  select.  Even  better,  it  was 
mainly  professional,  and  among  its  group 
was  a  distinguished  alumnus  of  dear  old 
Benny  Goodman  University,  who  at  that 
time  was  considering  striking  out  on  his 
own.  His  name:  Harry  James. 

Sinatra  himself  did  not  learn  of  the 
background  until  much,  much  later,  but 
James  had  fallen  into  the  habit  of  waiting 
for  his  bit,  and  one  night  the  trumpeter 
turned  to  a  friend  and  said:  "If  we  ever 
have  a  band  of  our  own,  that's  going  to 
be  the  singer." 

Destiny  now  went  into  a  buck  and  wing. 
It  was  not  long  after  the  James  declaration 
that  Sinatra  decided  he'd  had  a  gut-full 
of  insecurity  and  made  up  his  mind  he'd 
stick  it  out  just  one  more  week  before 
giving  up  the  saloon  and  trying  his  hand 
at  sports  writing,  a  branch  of  newspaper 
endeavor  with  which  he  was  not  un- 
familiar. That  decision  came  on  the  after- 
noon of  his  night  off. 

History,  however,  was  not  taking  any 
backtalk  from  upstart  balladeers.  The 
girl  singer  with  whom  Sinatra  alternated 
wanted  that  night  off  herself  and  asked 
Sinatra  if  he'd  mind  swapping  with  her. 
He  agreed  to  stick  around,  and  about  mid- 
night, James  and  entourage  turned  up. 
Sinatra  was  under  no  illusion  as  to  who  his 
visitor  was,  but  remained  cool  under  fire, 
since  he  hadn't  the  faintest  idea  he  was 
being  auditioned.  He  did  a  couple  of  num- 
bers and  James  called  him  over.  The 
band  was  formed:  would  Sinatra  care  to 
be  his  vocalist? 

"All  I  could  think  of,"  Sinatra  said  not 
long  ago,  "was,  'Lock  the  doors!  Board  up 
the  windows!  Don't  let  this  guy  out!' 
I  had  hold  of  his  arm  so  tight,  his  fingers 
went  numb." 

Thus  it  was  James  who  dropped  the 
starting  gate  for  the  stampede  of  the 
decade,  James  whose  sensitive  ear  first 
detected  what  a  whole  generation  subse- 
quently would  blow  its  collective  stack 
over.  Sinatra's  feeling  for  him  is  akin  to 
reverence. 

HP  he  James  experiment  had  its  troubles 
-*-  but  Sinatra  was  an  assured  hit.  He  was 
good  enough  for  James  to  boost  his  salary 
from  $65  to  $85  a  week  during  a  date  in 
Cleveland,  and  in  those  days  that  was 
considered  money.  At  any  rate,  it  was 
double-money  to  Sinatra,  whose  daughter 
Nancy  was,  so  to  speak,  en  route.  Sinatra 
was  good  enough,  too,  to  be  summoned, 
during  a  kind  of  jam-boree  in  Chicago 
involving  most  of  the  name  orchestras,  in- 
to the  anointed  presence  of  the  man  whose 
company  provided  the  greatest  frame  of  all 
to  a  male  singer — Tommy  Dorsey.  Dorsey 
spoke  his  piece,  and  what  he  had  to  say 
was  sweeter  than  his  trombone. 


But  the  tough  part  was  ahead.  Sinatra 
went  back  to  James'  hotel  room.  "He  was 
reading.  I  walked  into  the  room.  I  walked 
out  again.  I  must've  done  that  four  times. 
Then  I  walked  around  in  circles.  Finally 
Harry  put  down  his  magazine.  'What's 
bothering  you?  Seven-year  itch?'  So  I 
told  him.  I'd've  been  happier  opening  a 
vein.    Dorsey  wanted  me. 

"Harry  called  to  his  business  manager: 
'Bring  in  Frank's  contract.'  When  he  had 
it,  he  sat  there  and  tore  it  into  little  pieces. 
He  did  that  just  because  I  had  a  better 
offer.  No  getting  sore,  no  talk  about  let- 
ting him  down,  then  or  later.  How  do  you 
like  a  guy  like  that?  IH  tell  you  this 
much,  I  like  him  fine." 

Sinatra  stayed  on  with  James  for  many 
weeks  after  that,  the  time  it  took  to  break 
in  satisfactorily  a  new  singer,  who  also 
did  well,  a  youngster  named  Dick  Haymes. 

Then  he  joined  Dorsey,  the  maestro 
who  believed  in  the  commercial  advisa- 
bility of  spotlighting  his  singers  and 
building  them  up  into  artful  proportions — 
and  the  juvenile  female  of  the  species  did 
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"The  rest,"  those  two  words  alone,  com- 
prise a  staggering  over-simplification, 
evading  the  issue  in  spades.  One  or  two 
serious  efforts  have  been  made  to  get  at 
it,  most  notably  a  small  book  stemming 
from  a  profile  in  one  of  the  country's  more 
urbane  publications,  but  even  this  wound 
up  thin  and  one-dimensional.  "I  couldn't 
give  the  guy  enough  time,"  Sinatra  has 
explained.  "There  wasn't  enough  time  for 
anything." 

"The  rest,"  as  the  world  surely  has  not 
forgotten  yet,  was  lapel-grabbing  and 
.clothes -tearing,  police  escorts,  the  goggle- 
eyed  consternation  of  certain  thoughtful 
elements  among  the  elders,  and  an  income 
from  all  sources  that  has  to  be  heard  to  be 
believed. 

"I've  paid,"  said  Sinatra,  "$8,000,000  in  in- 
come tax  so  far,  take  or  give  a  little.  So 
I  guess  I  can  raise  $100,000  more." 

Tj1  or  a  prescient  moment,  he  seemed  about 
to  disclose  something.  "A  guy  like  me," 
he  said  gently.  "For  only  a  voice.  When 
James  came  into  that  Jersey  joint  that 
night,  I  knew — at  least,  I  thought — I  might 
have  something  a  little  unique  in  a  male 
singer.  It  was—"  He  broke  off.  "No. 
We'll  talk  about  that  later  and  more 
clearly."  There  had  been  some  casual  ex- 
change about  doing  another  article  at 
greater  length  and  in  a  different  vein. 
"We'll  save  that  for  Volume  Two." 


He  indulged  in  a  brief  session  with 
reverie,  then  snapped  out  of  it.  "One  thing 
I'm  very  sure  of.  Most  of  the  time,  I  went 
through  the  whole  period  what  you'd  call 
abnormally  calm.  I  was — well,  I  think  you 
could  say  I  was  in  a  state  of  shock.  That's 
a  good  way  to  put  it.  A  state  of  shock. 
I  guess  anybody  would  have  been. 

"But  don't  make  me  sound  as  though  I 
were  talking  in  the  past  tense.  I'm  still 
in  business,  you  know.  In  entertainment, 
one  of  the  bad  gimmicks  about  being  up 
where  I  was,  up  there  in  the  freak  sensa- 
tion class,  there's  only  one  way  to  go  from 
there,  and  they  begin  washing  you  up 
as  soon  as  there's  an  empty  seat  in  the 
house.  Here  in  Hollywood,  if  you  don't 
work  for  two  months,  they  want  to  bury 
you,  and  it's  no  fun  being  buried  alive. 
They  want  to  do  interviews  with  me  now 
about  my  'comeback.'  Frankly,  I  don't 
think  I've  been  away. 

"Believe  me,  I'm  a  happier  man  today 
than  I  was  then.  It's  all  leveled  off  now 
the  .way  I  hoped  it  would.  I  eat  right  and 
I  sleep  right  and  I'm  just  another  guy  mak- 
ing a  living.  I  don't  know  how  long  I'd've 
been  able  to  stand  it  at  the  old  pace. 
Probably  would  have  snapped  my  cap 
before  it  was  over.  Besides  that,  I  don't 
have  to  worry  any  more  about  where  it's 
going  to  end,  and  then  what?  I've  found 
out — and  you  know,  it  wasn't  half  as  bad 
as  I  was  afraid  of.  I  think  I'm  growing  up, 
too.  Crooners  do,  you  know,  just  like 
everybody  else." 

There^  likely  was  something  in  what 
he  had  said.  The  traces  of  belligerence 
that  sometimes  had  marked  him,  partic- 
ularly vis-a-vis  the  working  press,  had 
disappeared.  Columbia  publicity  people 
are  unabashedly  fond  of  him,  both  for  the 
record,  which  means  nothing,  and  off  it, 
which  means  a  lot. 

Sinatra  had  faced  at  least  one  very 
serious  problem,  wliich  he  acknowledged 
without  calling  it  by  name.  "Everyone," 
he  said  early  in  the  conversation,  "sooner 
or  later  comes  up  against  something — 
something  terribly  big.  You  stand  up  to 
it  or  you  don't."  It's  too  easy  to  read 
tones  of  sadness  into  a  voice  if  you  happen 
to  be  looking  for  them.  More  probably  he 
simply  didn't  want  to  talk  for  the  benefit 
of  the  next  booth.  "You  don't  have  to 
like  it  but  you  have  to  do  something 
about  it." 

The  walk  in  front  of  Romanoffs  con- 
tained no  more 'than  a  scattering  of  mink 
stoles  and  no  bobby  socks.  In  1944,  Sina- 
tra had  to  leave  the  Waldorf  in  New  York 
by  the  cloistered  Presidential  exit,  and  his 
well-informed  legionnaires  would  be  wait- 
ing for  him  even  there.  Now  he  signed 
one  autograph  book  hastily,  stopped  to 
talk  with  a  friend,  and  answered  a  final 
question — a  perfunctory,  casual  query  in 
view  of  Sinatra's  avowed  distaste  for 
dwelling  on  his  private  life  at  any  length. 

"Ava's  fine,"  he  said,  "and  everything  is 
just  great."  She  had  not  returned  from 
Africa  and  England  yet,  from  the  making 
of  the  Metro  picture  with  Gable  under 
director  John  Ford.  "We  couldn't  be 
happier.  But  this  being  apart — it's  begun 
to  gnaw  at  me  now.  Every  day  makes  it 
tougher.  I  can't  be  any  clearer  than  that, 
can  I?" 

The  late  Mr.  Kipling,  usually  a  con- 
scientious man,  wrote  an  epilogue  to  a 
wowser  of  a  centennial  Britannia  once 
held,  in  which  he  included  the  words: 
"The  tumult  and  the  shouting  dies.  The 
captains  and  the  kings  depart."  But  he 
didn't  say  what  happened  after  that.  An 
improved  digestion,  conceivably;  a  clearer 
perspective,  and  a  sounder  nervous  system. 
Sinatra  drove  buoyantly  off,  up  South 
Rodeo  Drive  in  Beverly  Hills,  in  a  Ford 
with  the  top  down,  and  traffic  stayed 
normal  as  all  get-out.  END 


can  jane  forget  the  past? 

(Continued  from  page  31)  Out  front, 
a  comedian  posing  as  a  waiter  was  hav- 
ing a  rollicking  time  swiping  drinks 
from  tables,  knocking  elaborate  coiffures 
askew  with  a  huge  palm  tree  he  was  tot- 
ing around  and  .generally  messing  up  the 
joint.  He  finally  got  to  a  table  in  the 
rear  at  which  Geary  Steffen  was  sitting 
with  a  party  of  friends.  He  looked  into 
Geary's  sombre  face.  "One  order  of  her- 
ring!" he  cried,  then  dashed  to  the  kitchen 
and  emerged  with  a  huge  rubber  fish, 
which  squirted  water  all  over  those  at  the 
table.  Geary  smiled  tightly,  but  the  others 
laughed  heartily. 

Backstage,  Jane  stood,  up  now  while  a 
seamstress  sewed  swiftly  on  a  white  bouf- 
fant evening  gown.  She  was  very  nervous. 
Chorus  girls  muttered  softly  about  cos- 
tumes that  didn't  fit.  One  performer 
groused  about  his  billing,  and  the  trainer 
of  a  couple  of  chimpanzees  was  having  a 
heck  of  a  time  with  his  charges  who  had 
never  worked  in  a  cafe  before  and  were 
going  wild  over  the  aroma  of  sizzling 
steaks  and  the  tangy  scent  of  centerpieces 
of  piled  fruit. 

A  man  came  backstage  and  announced 
it  was  going  to  be  a  tough  audience.  "Dan- 
ny Kaye's  out  there,"  he  said,  "and  Jack 
Haley  and  Florabel  Muir  of  the  L,  A. 
Mirror,  who  calls  an  act  as  she  sees  it. 
Places,  everyone!" 

The  show  began.  The  chorus  girls 
pranced  out  on  the  stage  as  the  curtain 
parted  and  saucily  tossed  their  spangled 
rears  at  the  audience  to  the  brassy  ac- 
companiment of  a  good-sized  orchestra. 
Jane  Powell  stood  in  the  wings.  She'd 
have  to  face  them  in  minutes  now  and 
she  began  to  count. 

Janie  stood  there  and  watched  the 
chimps.  Suddenly  one  of  them  lunged  from 
his  chair  and  headed  for  a  pile  of  fruit. 
An  assistant  dashed  from  the  wings  to 
retrieve  him  and  slip  him  a  bit  of  banana. 
Then  the  other  chimp  took  off  and  headed 
right  for  Danny  Kaye,  threw  his  arms 
around  the  comedian  and  planted  a  wet 
kiss  on  his  ear.  "He's  loved  me,"  Danny 
roared,  "ever  since  we  played  the  Palace 
together." 

Tt  was  all  fun,  and  all  unexpected,  but 
1  it  held  the  show  up  and  Janie  Powell 
had  to  sweat  out  those  extra  minutes.  But 
finally  the  orchestra  began  to  play  her 
entrance  cue.  Janie  rubbed  her  moist 
hands  together  and  stepped  to  the  center  of 
the  completely  dark  stage.  Then  a  spot- 
light hit  her  with  a  ribbon  of  white,  and 
she  began  to  sing. 

"Falling  in  love  with  love  is  falling  for 
make-believe,"  she  sang.  Her  delightful 
lyric  soprano  voice  seemed  thin  in  the 
big  room.  A  voice  that  seemed  to  be  right 
at  her  side  spoke.  It  was  Danny  Kaye. 
"The  mike,  Janie,"  he  said.  "The  mike's 
too  high." 

Janie  fumbled  for  the  microphone  but 
couldn't  quite  make  it,  so  a  stage  hand 
slid  out  and  adjusted  it  for  her.  She 
hadn't  stopped  singing.  Tears  of  exaspera- 
tion filled  her  eyes,  but  no  more  than 
half  the  audience  saw  them.  The  rest, 
thinking  the  lyric  a  little  ironic,  were 
looking  the  other  way — at  Geary  Steffen. 

The  next  song  was  "Good-bye,  baby, 
I'm  leaving  you.  ..."  A  woman  muttered, 
"What  bad  taste!" 

Geary  Steffen  looked  straight  ahead, 
paying  no  attention  to  the  rest  of  the  peo- 
ple in  the  room.  Maybe  the  songs  had  no 
significance-  for  him.  He'd  heard  them  all 
hundreds  of  times.  But  maybe  they  did. 

Janie 's  next  number  was  a  hot  torch 
song,  something  they  never  let  her  do  in 
pictures — and  the  audience  ate  it  up.  And 


^SoapingMulls  hair 
HALO  glorifies  it ! 


Yes,  "soaping"  your  hair 
with  even  finest  liquid  or  cream  shampoos 
hides  its  natural  lustre  with  dulling  soap  film. 

Halo — made  with  a  special  ingredient — contains  no 
soap  or  sticky  oils  to  dull  your  hair.  Halo  reveals 

shimmering  highlights  .  .  .  leaves  your  hair 
soft,  fragrant,  marvelously  manageable!  No 

special  rinses  needed.  Scientific  tests 
prove  Halo  does  not  dry . . .  does  not  irritate  !  /fi 

Halo  glorifies  your  hair 

uuith  your  very  first  shampoc 


ine  next  was  a  comedy  number  with  an- 
other lyric  that  could  or  could  not  mean 
something. 

"How  could  you  believe  me  when  I  said 
I  loved  you,"  she  sang,  "when  you  know 
I've  been  a  liar  all  my  life?"  Geary  stared 
straight  ahead,  stone-faced.  Janie  seemed 
to  be  singing  directly  to  him.  But  Jack 
Haley  frowned  slightly.  It  might  have  been 
that  he,  too,  disapproved  of  Janie's  choice 
of  material,  in  view  of  the  recent  head- 
lines, or  it  might  have  been  something 
else.  But  he  frowned. 

The  last  number  was  a  tear-jerker  for 
the  whole  crowd.  Everyone,  that  is,  but 
Geary.  His  were  the  only  dry  eyes  as 
Janie  sang  "It's  too  late  now.  .  .  ." 

The  show  was  over.  Janie  could  have 
taken  a  dozen  curtain  calls,  but  she  took 
only  five  and  hurried  back  to  her  dressing 
room.  Geary  got  up  -  from  his  table  and 
walked  backstage  to  see  her.  She  sat  at 
her  dressing  table,  her  head  in  her  hands. 
"I  was  awful,  wasn't  I?"  she  said.  "I  was 
terrible." 

Geary  said  she  wasn't,  kissed  her  gently 
on  the  forehead  and  retired  to  a  corner  of 
the  room.  Gene  Murphy,  the  Desert  Inn 
press  agent,  came  in  with  his  report. 

"How  did  I  do?"  Janie  begged. 

"Nervous,  but  great,"  Murphy  said. 
"You  began  on  a  high  note  and  left  on  a 
high  note." 

"Tell  me  the  truth,"  Janie  pleaded.  "How 
was  I,  really?" 

"There's  a  sweet  little  old  lady  out  there," 
grinned  Murphy,  "who's  still  standing  up 
screaming  for  more.  Look — in  a  couple  of 
days  you'll  have  the  feel  of  the  room  and 
you'll  have  no  problems.  But  right  now 
you  can  consider  yourself  a  smash." 

Danny  Kaye,  who  had  come  back  to 
visit  another  performer,  stepped  into  the 
room.  Jane  threw  him  a  kiss. 

"It  was  lucky  for  me  you  were  out  there 
tonight,  Danny,"  she  said.  "Thanks." 

Danny  grinned.  "You'd  have  done  the 
same  for  me,"  he  said.  "I  just  spoke  to 
the  orchestra  leader  and  he  told  me  that 
from  the  way  things  went  at  rehearsals  he 
thought  you'd  be  just  another  wispy  color- 
atura, but  tonight  you  exploded  into  a 
full-bodied  lyric  soprano.  That's  quite  a 
compliment  from  him." 

"Bless  him,"  Janie  said.  "But  the  noise 
out  there.  It  was  awful." 

"If  you  intend  to  work  night  clubs," 
Danny  said,  "you're  going  to  have  to  get 
used  to  it.  If  you  can't,  quit  right  now." 

"Thanks,  Danny,"  Janie  said.  "I'll  re- 
member." 

Danny  left,  but  a  lot  of  other  people  had 
squeezed  into  the  room.  Gene  Murphy 
started  them  toward  the  door.  Soon  Geary 
and  Jane  went  to  the  bungalow  they 
shared  on  the  hotel  grounds. 

It  was  maybe  just  an  opening  night,  just 
another  singing  date,  but  then,  too,  it 
might  have  been  an  important  night  in  the 
lives  of  two  kids,  Jane  and  Geary  Steffen. 
Anyway,  it  was  full  of  excitement  and 
promise  of  drama.  A  new  experience  in  the 
career  of  Jane  Powell,  a  step  forward  or 
back  in  Geary's  effort  to  hold  his  wife. 

A  s  they  walked  across  the  wide  lawn, 
this  reporter  couldn't  help  thinking 
about  other  times  they  had  been  together 
— times  when  no  spotlight  shone  on  Jane 
or  her  career.  For  instance,  the  time  Geary 
picked  her  up  at  the  hospital  after  the 
birth  of  their  first  baby.  He  helped  Janie 
through  the  doorway  and  there,  instead 
of  his  '49  convertible,  was  a  shiny  black 
Cadillac  sedan. 

"Geary!"  she  said,  "you  shouldn't  have 
done  that.  You  know  we  can't  afford  a 
car  like  that  right  now." 

"It's  all  right,  baby,"  Geary  had  grinned. 
'I  borrowed  it  from  my  boss  for  the  day." 
2     That  was  a  scant  two  years  ago.  Much 


has  happened  during  those  two  years. 
Many  plans  were  made.  Many  promises 
made.  Many  words  were  spoken  from  the 
heart — and  many  secrets  shared.  During 
that  time  Jane  and  Geary  Steffen  advanced 
a  lot,  together.  He  became  the  top  in- 
surance salesman  with  his  company.  Janie 
got  a  new  cream-colored  Cad  and  a  new 
career.  They  had  another  baby.  Now  they 
were  saying  she  had  another  romance. 

The  question,  then,  was,  and  still  is,  can 
Jane  Powell  forget?  Can  she  forget  all  the 
plans  and  promises  and  secrets?  Can  she 
have  another  opening  night  in  her  life? 
Not  on  the  stage,  but  in  her  life?  She'll 
have  to  forget  if  she  does. 

According  to  Florabel  Muir,  who  inter- 
viewed Jane  at  the  Sands  Hotel  before  the 
opening  at  the  Desert  Inn,  Jane  hasn't 
made  up  her  mind  yet.  Quoting  Florabel: 
".  .  .  she  says  the  verdict  isn't  in  yet. 
as  far  as  she  is  concerned,  about  their 
future  together.  'I  will  not  be  able  to 
decide  what  I'm  going  to  do  until  I'm 
finished  with  this  night  club  tour.  When 
I  come  back  to  Hollywood  I'll  make  up  my 
mind  one  way  or  the  other.' " 

We  decided  to  talk  the  thing  over 
exclusively  for  Modern  Screen  readers, 
however,  so  we  waylaid  Janie  at  breakfast 
the  following  morning.  She  was  much 
calmer.   She  sat  at  one  of  the  tables  by 


There  was  once  a  man  who  always 
called  a  spade  a  spade,  until  he 
stumbled  over  one  in  the  dark. 

Charles  Coburn 


the  pool  dressed  in  a  pale  blue  bathing 
suit  and  a  white  terry  cloth  robe.  She 
looked  rested  and  not  at  all  uncomfortable, 
even  though  she  must  have  known  what 
we  wanted  to  discuss.  Young  Geary  was 
with  her — when  she  could  catch  him. 

"Coffee?"  she  asked,  as  we  sat  down. 

We  took  a  cup,  and  dodged  another  one 
that  the  little  boy  tried  to  serve. 

"Sorry  to  barge  in  on  you  like  this,"  we 
said,  "but  magazines  have  to  go  to  press. 
And  there  are  four  million  readers  of 
Modern  Screen  who  want  to  know  what  is 
going  to  happen.  Did  Florabel  Muir  quote 
you  properly?" 

"Of  course  it  was  right,"  Janie  said. 
"Florabel  has  never  misquoted  me.  How- 
ever, you've  got  to  understand  that  Geary 
and  I  can't  issue  statements  for  every 
newspaper  or  magazine  that  has  a  dead- 
line, even  though  we  appreciate  the  interest 
everyone  seems  to  have  in  us  right  now. 
Actually,  we  don't  know  what's  going  to 
happen  anyway.  But  I  do  know  that  I  was 
happy  Geary  came  to  see  my  opening." 

"Geary  says,"  we  told  her,  "that  you're 
the  finest  wife  and  mother  he's  ever 
known." 

"I'm  glad  he  thinks  that,"  Janie  said 
softly.  "And  I'll  tell  you  this.  I'm  a  lucky 
girl  for  ever  having  known  Geary.  I  still 
think  that  as  a  man,  a  husband  and  a 
father  he's  as  wonderful  now  as  I've  al- 
ways said  he  is.  No  matter  where  our  paths 
lead  us  in  the  future,  we'll  always  feel  the 
same  way  about  each  other.  That  may 
sound  like  an  old  song  to  you,  but  it's  the 
truth." 

W/te  decided  to  press  a  little.  "Remem- 
™  ber  the  night  .  .  .?"  we  began. 

Janie  cut  us  short,  her  bright  blue  eyes 
a  little  chill.  "I  remember  everything 
and  always  will!"  she  said. 

"Your  dad  was  up,  too,  last  night,"  we 
asked,  "wasn't  he?" 

"Yes,  he  was,"  Janie  said.  "We've  al- 
ways been  close  to  Dad.  He  helped  us 
build  our  apartment  houses,  you  know. 
He's  a  contractor." 

It  was  an  irrelevant  bit  of  information, 
but  we  noticed  she  still  used  the  words 


"us"  and  "our"  when  talking  about  Geary 
and  herself. 

Little  Geary  whacked  the  table  with  his 
spoon  and  demanded  to  be  let  down.  Then 
he  toddled  off  and  planted  himself  in  the 
lap  of  a  portly  business  man  he  didn't 
even  know. 

"There  goes  everybody's  friend,"  Janie 
laughed.  "Just  like  his  father.  Look,  how 
about  getting  into  a  pair  of  trunks  and 
getting  wet?  This  desert  air  is  drying  me 
out." 

"No  thanks,"  we  said.  "Before  you  go, 
tell  us  a  little  about  your  immediate  fu- 
ture— the  professional  future." 

"That,"  said  Jane,  "is  the  easiest  question 
anyone  has  asked  me  in  weeks.  I  think 
my  next  picture  will  be  Hit  The  Deck, 
probably  with  Vic  Damone.  And  while 
you're  writing  about  my  tour,  you  might 
say  something  nice  about  the  wonderful 
people  of  Toronto,  Canada.  I  played  the 
Casino  there  and  I  couldn't  do  anything 
wrong.  I'd  like  to  go  back  there  soon,  and 
stay  a  whole  month." 

"I  hear  they're  great,"  we  said,  "but  I 
noticed  that  last  night  when  you  were 
working  the  waiters  here  stopped  serving 
drinks.  They  don't  do  that  for  very  many 
performers." 

"I  hope  it  will  always  be  like  that," 
Janie  said,  "wherever  I  go.  People  can  be 
so  kind." 

"But  reporters,"  we  said,  "like  me,  have 
to  pry.  We  have  to  ask  you  questions  and 
look  into  your  private  life  whether  we  like 
it  or  not.  That's  our  business." 

"But  sometimes  it's  so  cruel,"  Janie  said. 

"Living  is  sometimes  cruel,"  we  re- 
minded her.  "Like  right  now  I've  got  to  go 
find  a  typewriter  or  a  slot  machine  or 
something  and  get  on  with  my  half-vaca- 
tion and  half-job." 

"Well,  if  you  find  a  typewriter,"  Janie 
said,  "put  something  down  for  me.  Write 
down  that  I'm  still  a  happy  girl,  but  that 
Geary  has  gone  away.  And  that  my  son 
is  busy  making  social  contacts,  as  you  can 
see." 

"Anything  else?"  we  asked. 

"Well,"  Jane  said  softly,  "you  can  say 
that  I'm  alone — all  alone — for  awhile  any- 
way." 

We  took  our  leave,  and  walked  across 
the  lawn  to  the  lobby  of  the  hotel.  And  we 
looked  back  and  saw  Jane  heading  for  the 
pool,  a  lovely  doll  of  a  woman,  curvy  and 
tiny  and  eager.  Young  Geary  was  still 
with  the  stout  man,  and  spilling  the  third 
glass  of  milk  he  had  cadged.  There  were 
just  the  two  of  them.  It  didn't  look  right. 

A  fter  awhile  we  found  the  typewriter. 

We'd  come  to  get  a  bit  of  sun  and 
cover  an  opening  night.  We'd  seen  drama 
and  maybe  heartbreak  in  the  making.  And 
two  courageous  young  people  with  a  big 
difference  of  some  sort  try  to  pretend  it 
was  all  very  ordinary  and  that  nothing  was 
terribly  important  except  the  height  of 
Jane's  mike  and  her  career. 

The  typewriter  began  to  rattle.  We  re- 
membered that  Danny  Kaye  told  us  that 
Jane  had  "matured  incredibly  as  an 
artist."  We  knew  that  she  had  also  ma- 
tured incredibly  as  a  woman.  That  she  was 
piling  up  memories  at  a  rapid  rate.  We 
hoped  she'd  never  have  to  regret  the  mem- 
ory of  that  opening  night  at  Vegas,  the 
night  she  might  have  decided  that  Geary 
and  she  were  through.  We  hoped  she'd 
neVer  regret  the  memory  of  the  day  she 
told  us,  "Tell  them  Geary  has  gone  away. 
Tell  them  I'm  alone." 

A  lot  of  people  forget  the  things  that 
have  happened  to  them  in  the  dark  past  I 
of  their  lives.    But  we  have  a  feeling 
that  Jane  Powell  is  not  like  them.  No, 
Jane  Powell  will  never  forget!  END 

(Jane's  current  picture  is  Warner  Broth- 
ers' Three  Sailors  And  A  Girl.) 


the  shy  mr.  cooper 

(Continued  from  page  29)  just  about  as 
typical  as  Siamese  twins  and  just  about  as 
simple  as  the  formula  for  the  hydrogen 
bomb. 

Instead  of  being  the  shy,  shoe-scuffling 
bashful  cowboy — "Pleased  t'  meetcha, 
Ma'm" — Gary  Cooper  is  one  of  the  great- 
est lovers  Hollywood  has  ever  produced. 

He  is  the  American  answer  to  Don  Juan, 
the  Montana  reply  to  Casanova,  and  the 
West's  challenge  to  Prince  Charming. 

In  off-screen  love-making  he  is  the 
originator  of  the  technique  of  under- 
playing. 

No  flowery  phrases,  no  Shakespearean 
sonnets,  no  ardent  wooings,  and  no  Latin 
outbursts — only  the  blue  soulful  eyes,  the 
clenched  teeth,  the  few  choice  words, 
spoken  intensely  and  haltingly  in  an  al- 
most whispered  voice.  But  above  all  a 
sincere  man,  for  sincerity  is  the-  keynote  of 
the  Cooper  approach. 

'"Pake,  for  example,  Coop's  latest  adven- 


ture.   After  finishing  Blowing  Wild  in 


Mexico,  he  flew  into  France  a  few  weeks 
ago  to  take  part  in  the  Cannes  Film  Festi- 
val.   There  he  met  Gisele  PascaL 

Coop,  like  most  of  the  American  stars  at 
Cannes,  was  put  up  at  the  Carlton  Hotel. 
As  soon  as  he  registered,  all  the  excitable 
Frenchmen  began  referring  to  him  as 
Monsieur  Garieoupaire,  and  the  local  belles 
began  phoning  the  Festival  officials,  re- 
questing that  Monsieur  Garieoupaire  be 
placed  in  their  charge. 

In  fact  the  feminine  demands  for  Coop's 
company  were  so  great  that  the  actor  was 
warned  to  stay  away  from  the  beach  in 
his  bathing  suit  lest  he  start  a  riot.  Hav- 
ing had  his  clothes  pulled  off  at  a  preview 
many  years  ago,  Coop  abided  by  the 
advice  and  took  his  morning  swim  at  a 
private  beach. 

Of  all  the  French  beauties  who  were 
out  to  enchant  Gary,  Gisele  Pascal  was  the 
one  siren  no  one  thought  he  would  take 
up  with.  For  in  Europe  this  charming, 
Gallic  long-limbed  actress  has  long  been 
recognized  as  the  great  and  good  friend 
of  Prince  Ranier  of  Monaco,  the  tiny  prin- 
cipality in  which  Monte  Carlo  is  located. 

Gisele  is  one  of  France's  leading  ac- 
tresses, and  it  has  been  supposed  that 
eventually  Prince  Ranier  would  make  her 
his  Princess.  Only  now,  who  knows?  Be- 
cause apparently  Gisele  has  fallen  for 
Gary,  and  the  Prince  is  furious  with  him- 
self for  having  given  his  lovelight  per- 
mission to  attend  the  Film  Festival. 

It  was  at  Cannes  that  Gary  and  Gisele 
met  at  a  luncheon-  Gisele  speaks  much 
better  English  than  Coop  does  French,  and 
it  wasn't  very  long  before  these  two  were 
gabbing  away  like  old  friends. 

Somehow  the  place  cards  at  this  lunch- 
eon were  moved  around,  and  Gisele  found 
herself  sitting  next  to  Gary.  There  was 
more  conversation.  Had  the  American 
actor  been  abroad  before?  Yes,  he  had. 
Did  he  know  Cannes  and  the  French 
Riviera?  Not  very  well.  How  would  he 
like  to  see  it  some  evening?  With  whom? 
With  Gisele,  of  course.  The  Mediter- 
ranean was  very  beautiful  at  night. 

They  went  riding  together  and  dining 
together;  and  back  in  Monaco,  Prince 
Ranier  blew  his  top  when  Gisele  didn't 
return  that  night.  In  fact,  she  didn't  re- 
turn for  a  week,  and  during  that  whole 
week  she  was  seen  with  Garieoupaire,  al- 
most always  with  Garieoupaire. 

In  Mexico,  especially  in  Acapulco, 
Cooper  could  date  any  girl  he  pleased,  and 
the  chtnees  of  it  breaking  into  print  were 
very  small  since  there  are  no  gossip  col- 
umnists in  Acapulco. 

In   Cannes,    however,   more   than  400 


Magnificent  Parma  blue  gown  by 
Philip  Hulitar.  Her  deodorant: 
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The  "moisture  shield"  in  new 
Fresh  is  a  gentle  extra -effective 
astringent  that  acts  like  an  in- 
visible shield  ...  to  protect  your 
clothes  from  perspiration  stains, 
stop  embarrassing  odor. 


Instantly— Fresh  Cream  Deodorant 
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and  your  clothes. 

Wonderful  news!  Gentle  new  Fresh  with 
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Yes,  you're  really  protected  with  Fresh! 

For  the  new  Fresh  formula  is  superior 
in  anti-perspirant  action — acts  instandy 


like  an  invisible  shield  to  keep  you  from 
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University  scientists  have  proved  that 
gentle  new  Fresh  has  up  to  180%  greater 
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action  that  keeps  underarms  dry. 

Creamy-soft,  Fresh  is  gende  to  skin, 
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Also  manufactured  and  distributed  in  Canada 


journalists  had  gathered  to  cover  the  Fes- 
tival, and  each  of  Coop's  moves  was 
meticulously  recorded. 

In  a  matter  of  days  the  Pascal-Cooper 
friendship  was  built  up  as  the  "Red-hot 
Riviera  Romance,"  and  it  was  said  that 
Coop,  in  his  subtle  Western  .way,  had 
wooed  Gisele  away  from  Prince  Ranier  III 
of  Monaco. 

Reporters  said,  "The  American  film  star, 
Gary  Cooper,  and  our  own  Gisele  Pascal 
have  agreed  to  meet  in  Paris  after  the 
film  festival  is  over.  Whether  Prince 
Ranier  knows  about  this  we,  of  course,  do 
not  know.  For  the  past  week,  Mademoi- 
selle Pascal  has  been  spending  her  time 
with  friends  in  Cannes." 

Coop  did  come  to  Paris.  Checked  in  at 
a  hotel.  And  Gisele  was  not  far  behind. 
She  had  not  returned  to  her  Prince.  She 
had  followed  Gary's  trail  northward. 

In  Paris,  the  press  pounced  on  Coop.  Was 
it  true  that  the  American  film  star  had 
stolen  Gisele's  heart,  that  she  had  re- 
nounced her  royal  friend  for  him?  Was  it 
true  that  he  and  Gisele  were  madly  in 
love?  Was  it  true  that  he  planned  to 
divorce  Madame  Garicoupaire  and  make 
Gisele  his  second  wife? 

"Look,"  Coop  drawled.  "I  don't  know 
what  this  is  all  about..  Sure,  I  met  the 
girl.  She's  a  good  girl  and  nice  company, 
but  my  meetings  with  her — well,  they  were 
a  very  informal  thing." 

"What  do  you  mean,"  a  reporter  asked, 
and  his  eyes  twinkled,  "when  you  say  'a 
very  informal  thing'?" 

"Well,"  Coop  continued,  "I  went  out 
with  her  several  times  in  Cannes,  but  I 
also  went  out  with  other  girls  down  there. 
I  mean  it  wasn't  anything  exclusive.  You 
know  how  things  are  in  Cannes.  They  had 
all  sorts  of  shindigs  given  by  the  various 
nations  taking  part  in  the  Festival." 

"Didn't  you  know,"  another  reporter 
queried,  "that  Mademoiselle  Pascal  is  al- 
most engaged  to  the  Prince  of  Monaco?" 

"Didn't  know  a  thing  about  it,"  said 
the  actor  who  won  an  Oscar  for  portray- 
ing, a  brave  U.S.  marshal  in  High  Noon. 
"Never  even  heard  of  the  gent." 

"Isn't  it  true  that  she's  coming  up  here 
to  meet  you?  Isn't  it  true  that  she's  left 
the  Prince  because  she's  fallen  in  love  with 
you?" 

"Don't  know  a  thing  about  that,"  Coop 
protested,  and  little  beads  of  perspiration 
began  breaking  out  on  his  forehead.  "After 
all,  I'm  a  married  man,  and  my  wife  and 
daughter  are  coming  here  soon." 

"Aren't  you  divorced  from  your  wife?" 
the  reporter  asked. 

"No,  sir,"  the  actor  answered.  "I'm  just 
in  a  state  of  legal  separation  from  my 
wife." 

There  were  more  questions,  all  embar- 
rassing to  Gary,  and  finally  he  ended  the 
interview  by  saying,  "I  don't  care  who's  in 
town  or  who  is  not.  I'm  leaving  for  Brus- 
sels tomorrow  morning." 

Gisele's  friends,  however,  insisted  that 
the  tall  French  actress  had  her  heart  set 
on  Coop  and  that  a  little  thing  like  dis- 
tance wasn't  going  to  stop  her. 

In  Monaco,  Prince  Ranier  said  nothing 
about  Gisele  for  public  consumption,  large- 
ly because  the  Monacan  Parliament  has 
long  criticized  his  friendship  with  the  ac- 
tress and  has  urged  him  to  give  her  up 
and  marry  an  Italian  princess  who  has  a 
dowry  of  $3,000,000.  Ranier  has  told  the 
parliament  to  go  fly  a  kite  and  has  refused 
to  call  it  quits  with  Gisele. 

For  Gary  Cooper  to  get  mixed  up  in  this 
sort  of  foreign  intrigue  seems  a  little  far- 
fetched to  most  of  his  American  fans,  but 
the  simple  truth  is  that  Coop  is  a  sophis- 
ticated man  of  the  world,  a  millionaire 
who  knows  all  the  angles  and  can  take 
74  darn  good  care  of  himself  in  the  clinches. 


Clara  Bow  discovered  this  a  quarter  of 
a  century  ago  when  she  was  the  num- 
ber-one box  office  attraction  at  Paramount 
and  the  epitome  of  what  a  girl  should  be. 
She  was  the  "It"  girl.  Coop  was  a  rela- 
tive newcomer  to  the  public  world  of 
Hollywood — but  Clara  picked  him  out  be- 
cause he  had  "It,"  too — and  the  rest  of  the 
women  in  America  agreed. 

When  Coop  met  Lupe  Velez,  the  original 
Mexican  firecracker,  his  love  affair  with 
this  strange,  uninhibited,  kind  and  tragic 
little  firebrand  must  go  down  in  the  annals 
as  one  of  the  most  tempestuous  of  all 
cinema-land  romances.  And,  as  things  that 
live  at  fever-pitch  must,  the  romance 
cooled  down — at  least  for  Gary. 

So  Coop  left  Hollywood  for  a  while;  and 
when  he  did,  a  part  of  Lupe  Velez  died, 
and  that  part  never  came  to  life  again. 
Coop  was  the  one  great  love  of  her  life, 
and  Lupe  knew  that  the  great  love  had 
come  and  passed.  (  And  although  until  her 
tragic  end  she  continued  her  gay,  giddy 
life,  tumbling  in  and  out  of  love,  those  of  us 
who  knew  her,  realized  that  in  her  heart 
Gary  Cooper  was  inimitable.  There  would 
never  be  another  like  him. 

The  romance  with  Lupe  a  thing  of  the 
past,  Coop  went  to  Europe  and  promptly 
fell  into  the  arms  of  the  Countess  Dorothy 
Di  Frasso.  That's  the  trouble  with  Gary. 
Women  always  find  him  irresistible.  They 
seek  him  out,  and  being  a  gentleman,  he 
always  succumbs  to  their  blandishments. 
It  is  popularly  held  that  the  Countess  Di 
Frasso  polished  Gary  from  a  rough  dia- 
mond into  a  slick  star.  This  is  not  par- 
ticularly true.   Coop  has  always  known  the 


Carl  Laemmle,  Jr.,  used  to  be  a 
heavy  gambler,  as  well  as  an  excel- 
lent producer.  He  thought  nothing 
of  dropping  a  few  thousand  dollars 
at  the  track  in  a  day's  play.  One 
day  when  Carl  Laemmle,  Sr.  was 
at  the  $2  window,  a  friend  said, 
"How  is  it,  Carl,  that  your  son  bets 
so  heavily,  and  yet  you  never  bet 
more  than  $2?" 

"Well,  you  see,"  answered  Carl, 
Sr.,  "my  son  has  a  rich  father." 

H.  W.  Kellick 


score.  He  may  act  the  hayseed  off-screen 
as  he  does  on,  but  this  is  purely  an  act. 
It  arouses  the  maternal  instinct  in  women, 
makes  them  want  to  baby  him,  guide  him, 
map  out  his  life. 

The  Countess  Di  Frasso  may  have 
thought  she  was  running  Coop,  but  when 
Gary  wanted  to  pull  out  of  the  entente, 
that's  exactly  what  he  did.  Even  while 
the  Countess  was  throwing  her  lavish  and 
memorable  parties  in  Hollywood,  and  he 
was  supposed  to  be  the  unofficial  host, 
Coop  was  dating  Veronica  Balfe,  a  Long 
Island  socialite  who  had  come  West  to  try 
her  luck  in  the  movies.  Veronica,  better 
known  as  Rocky,  was  the  kind  of  girl  the 
actor  had  always  wanted  for  his  wife: 
well-educated,  well-bred,  excellent  back- 
ground, widely-traveled. 

They  were  married  in  1933,  a  regular 
Park  Avenue  shindig  with  all  the  trim- 
mings, and  in  1938,  their  only  offspring 
Maria  Veronica  was  born. 

A  fter  the  marriage,  Coop  settled  down 
and  concentrated  on  his  money-mak- 
ing career.  Aided  by  the  advice  of  his 
father-in-law,  a  one-time  member  of  the 
Board  of  Governors  of  the  New  York  Stock 
Exchange,  Gary  began  investing  his  money 
in  Wall  Street.  Presently,  he  decided  to 
do  without  an  agent  and  hired  I.  H.  Prinz- 
metal, a  lawyer,  to  represent  him  in  deal- 
ings with  the  various  studios.  He  also 
began  requesting  percentages  of  film  prof- 
its and  refused  to  sign  for  a  picture  unless 
he  got  anywhere  from  10%  to  40%  of  the 


profits.  In  Return  To  Paradise,  for  exam- 
ple, his  latest  release,  he  owns  20%  of 
the  net. 

When  Coop  was  working  with  Ingrid 
Bergman  in  For  Whom  The  Bells  Toll, 
there  was  a  good  deal  of  gossip  concern- 
ing their  alleged  extra-curricular  activities, 
but,  actually,  until  he  met  Pat  Neal  during 
the  filming  of  The  Fountainhead,  Gary  was 
extremely  happy  with  his  homelife. 

It  so  happens  that  he  met  Pat  after  he 
had  been  married  for  16  years.  He  had 
reached  that  point  in  life,  50,  when  he 
needed  youth,  enthusiasm,  someone  to 
reinforce  confidence  in  himself. 

There  is  no  doubt  but  that  Pat  Neal 
fell  madly  in  love  with  the  actor;  and  he 
in  a  restrained  way  with  her.  It  was  here 
that  Rocky,  patient  and  shrewd,  displayed 
her  infinite  wisdom  by  declining  to  play 
the  outraged  wife. 

She  announced  their  separation  but  she 
rushed  into  no  headlong  divorce.  Let 
Gary  carry  the  ball.  Let  him  make  the 
decision.  Did  he  want  a  divorce  so  that  he 
could  marry  Pat  Neal?  If  so,  he  could 
have  it. 

Coop  was  in  a  spot,  a  tight  spot.  Most 
men  when  they  meet  adversity,  meet  it 
like  cowards.  They  blame  everything  on 
their  wives.  But  this  time  Coop  could 
blame  no  one  but  himself. 

In  all  fairness  to  Pat  Neal,  who  is  a 
lovely  and  honorable  and  extremely  tal- 
ented actress,  she  put  no  pressure  on 
Coop.  He  had  made  the  problem,  and  now 
he  was  stuck  with  it. 

Coop,  sensibly,  did  nothing.  He  neither 
divorced  Rocky  nor  married  Pat.  He  con- 
tinued making  pictures,  living  in  the  Bel- 
Air  Hotel,  and  asking  Pat  for  more  time 
in  which  to  resolve  a  decision. 

Perceptive  female  that  she  is,  Pat  realn 
ized  that  she  had  lost,  that  after  the  first 
full  flush,  there  was  no  chance  of  Coop  ever 
marrying  her.  She  took  her  broken  heart 
and  went  to  New  York  and  signed  for  the 
lead  in  a  revival  of  Children's  Hour,  one 
of  the  truly  great  stage  plays  of  our  time. 

As  for  Coop,  he  drowned  his  sorrows 
with  a  girl  named  Dusty  Miller.  While 
he  was  dating  Dusty,  he  saw  his  daughter 
every  two  or  three  days,  took  her  out 
dining,  shopping,  to  the  theater.  He  saw 
Rocky  on  numerous  occasions,  and  there 
were  half-a-dozen  false  announcements 
about  a  reconciliation. 

While  these  were  being  blared  around 
town,  the  American  Don  Juan  took  off  for 
British  West  Samoa  to  make  Return  To 
Paradise  and  to  start  his  18-month  tax- 
free  tour  of  overseas  duty.  When  Paradise 
was  finished,  he  flew  back  to  the  States, 
but  only  for  a  day  or  so,  and  thence  to 
Canada  and  Mexico. 

South  of  the  border  he  made  another 
film  and  found  another  girl,  Channele. 
When  the  Cannes  Film  Festival  people 
invited  him  to  come  to  France,  expenses 
paid,  Coop  gave  his  characteristic  slow  nod 
and  took  off. 

In  Cannes,  two  nights  after  his  arrival, 
he  took  up  with  Gisele  Pascal;  and  you  all 
know  what  happened  there. 

A  s  he  heads  for  53,  Gary  Cooper  realizes 
that  in  all  probability  he's  had  his  final 
fling — after  all,  Rocky  has  let  him  have 
almost  two  years  of  bachelor-like  free- 
dom— and  it  is  entirely  probable  that  as 
you  read  these  very  words,  Gary  and 
Rocky  have  reconciled  and  are  touring 
Europe  with  their  15-year-old  daughter, 
Maria,  a  beautiful  young  woman  and  the 
cardinal  reason  for  whatever  marital  sta- 
bility the  Coopers  may  have. 

The  French  have  an  old  saying,  and  it 
goes  like  this:  "Give  a  husband  enough 
rope  and  if  he  doesn't  hang  himself,  he 
will  find  his  way  home."  END 


leave  him  to  the  girls 

(Continued  from  page  35)  at  our  house 
for  dinner  after  we'd  finished  a  day  s  work 
together  in  The  Golden  Blade.  He  told  me 
on  the  set  that  he  didn't  think  he'd  better 
come. 
"Why  not?"  I  said. 

"Because  I'll  eat  too  much  and  embar- 
rass myself.  Maybe  I'd  better  tuck  in  a 
couple  of  sandwiches  before  I  come  over." 

"Don't  be  silly,"  I  said,  and  forgot  all 
about  it  until  the  doorbell  rang  at  home  ; 
that  evening.  The  maid  opened  the  door  j 
but  no  one  was  there,  and  then  down  on  | 
the  doorstep  she  found  a  peanut  butter 
sandwich  wrapped  in  wax  paper,  with  a 
note  attached.  "Nobody  loves  me.  Nobody  j 
eats  me.  I  wish  I  were  dead."  Daddy  found  i 
Rock  hiding  out  in  the   driveway   and  ; 
dragged  him  in  to  dinner. 

He's  the  nicest  person  to  have  around 
because  he's  so  much  fun.  He  laughs  at 
everything  and  his  laughter  is  so  infectious  < 
that  everyone  around  him  feels  happy.  ; 
Rock  concentrates  on  having  fun,  and  it's  | 
one  of  the  reasons  he's  so  refreshing  as  a 
date.  He  doesn't  try  to  be  the  romantic 
type  of  glamor  boy  whose  only  goal  for 
an  evening  is  to  impress  his  girl;  he's 
completely  natural. 

I've  seen  him  in  a  serious  mood  only  a 
couple  of  times,  and  both  of  them  con- 
cerned his  work.  He's  quite  sober  about  it, 
and  when  we  sat  in  a  projection  room  to 
watch  a  rough  cut  of  The  Golden  Blade, 
he  began  hacking  himself  to  pieces  with 
criticism.  There  was  one  scene  in  which 
I  thought  he  was  quite  charming,  but  he 
hated  every  se'cond  of  it  and  kept  mum- 
bling to  himself.  I  know  him  well  enough 
to  agree  with  him  if  I  think  he  does  a  bad 
job  in  a  scene,  but  we  can  have  a  knock- 
down-drag-out when  I  disagree  with  his 
self-criticism. 

Although  Fve  seen  him  serious  only 
about  his  work,  I  suspect  that  Rock 
has  a  much  deeper  side  that  most  people 
don't  know  about.  I  can't  put  my  finger 
on  it,  but  it's  there  somewhere,  and  I 
think  he  tries  to  hide  the  fact  from  people. 
As  a  matter  of  fact,  I  suppose  a  girl  could 
know  him  for  a  long  time,  figuring  she 
really  understood  what  made  him  tick, 
and  never  suspect  that  he  has  a  lot  more 
to  him  than  the  gaiety  that  runs  on  the 
surface. 

The  girl  who  wins  him  as  a  husband 
is  going  to  be  a  very  fortunate  and  happy 
person.  He  has  a  lot  of  common  sense  and 
knows  what  he  wants  in  a  girl,  and  he 
won't  make  any  mistakes.  The  best  assur- 
ance I  have  for  the  statement  that  Mrs. 
Hudson  will  be  lucky  is  the  fact  that  when 
I  appeared  with  Rock  on  Ralph  Edwards' 
"This  Is  Your  Life"  program,  I  met  back- 
stage all  his  relatives  and  friends  who 
have  known  him  for  years.  When  they 
spoke  of  Rock  it  was  with  deep  affection, 
and  there  wasn't  an  insincere  compliment 
given  him  that  night.  I  don't  know  how 
to  explain  it,  but  to  me  that  was  a  real 
test,  and  I  could  sense  that  all  these 
people,  who  know  him  so  well,  feel  that 
he  is  the  salt  of  the  earth. 


By  LORI  NELSON 

■  I've  known  Rock  ever  since  I  first  came 
to  Universal-International,  three  years 
ago.  I  was  pretty  much  of  a  kid  then,  with 
books  under  my  arm  and  braces  on  my 
teeth,  and  he  used  to  kid  a  lot  with  me 
when  we  attended  drama  classes  together. 
I  never  really  thought  of  him  as  a  date 
in  those  days,  and  I'm  sure  he  never  got 
any  kick  out  of  looking  at  me,  with  those 
braces.  He  was  always  more  like  a  big 
brother  to  me.  We've  had  dates  together 


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to  spend  an  evening  with  Rock  I  get  in 
a  happy  mood  even  before  he  comes  to 
call  for  me.  He's  so  crazy — you  never  know 
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a  premiere,  or  bowling  along  in  his  car 
from  one  place,  to  the  other.  When  he 
laughs  you  can  hear  .it  for  blocks,  and  you 
can't  help  laughing  with  him. 

He  isn't  the  smooth,  polished  type  of 
escort.  I  remember  one  time  he  brought 
me  an  orchid  corsage,  and  he  handed  it 
to  me  as  though  he  were  passing  the  salt. 
"Here,"  he  said,  and  started  to  riffle 
through  a  magazine  on  the  coffee  table. 
He's  much  more  at  ease  when  he  gives  me 
silly  little  presents,  like  the  stuffed  bunny 
he  brought  over  Easter  morning,  or  the 
goony  little  doll  at  Christmas. 

He's  an  awful  tease  and  if  he  ever  gets 
something  to  hold  over  you,  he  won't  let 
you  forget  it.  One  time  he  and  I  went  to 
a  movie  on  Hollywood  Boulevard  and 
when  we  came  out  of  the  theater  and  were 
walking  toward  the  parking  lot,  I  felt 
something  tickling  the  back  of  my  legs. 
My  petticoat  had  decided  to  leave  me  and 
in  less  than  a  second  it  fell  in  a  heap 
around  my  feet.  As  nonchalantly  as  I 
could  I  stepped  out  of  it  and  picked  it  up 
and  put  it  in  my  purse,  but  I  needn't  have 
bothered  to  be  so  ladylike.  Rock  was  bent 
double  laughing  at  me,  the  big  goon,  and 
so  many  people  were  turning  to  stare 
that  I  had  to  beat  a  hasty  retreat  away 
from  the  scene.  Since  then,  he's  never 
failed  to  remind  me  of  it  whenever  I  make 
any  effort  at  being  glamorous. 

He's  unusually  observant  of  people  and 
quickly  notices  little  habits  or  manners  of 
speech.  A  mutual  friend  of  ours,  for  ex- 
ample, has  an  absent-minded  way  of 
counting  things.  It  might  be  the  slats  in  a 
Venetian  blind  or  the  links  in  his  key 
chain,  and  I  don't  think  he  realized  it 
himself  until  Rock  began  imitating  him 
one  day.  A  publicist  at  the  studio  gets 
knots  in  her  stomach  if  anybody  closes 
one  eye  and  leaves  the  other  wide  open. 
Rock  discovered  it,  and  if  he's  in  a  room 
when  Betty  walks  in,  there's  always  this 
one  great  eye  staring  at  her.  He's  such  a 
tease.  He  kids  me  about  my  habit  of  puck- 
ering my  mouth  when  I'm  thinking,  and 
every  once  in  a  while,  out  of  the  blue,  he'll 
say,  "Make  a  bunch  for  me"— his  way  of 
describing  the  pout. 

A  date  with  him  is  always  sure  to  be  fun. 

There's  never  any  shop  talk,  and  he's 
a  wonderful  dancer.  Best  of  all,  when  I'm 
with  Rock  I  have  a  wonderful  sense  of 
security.  He's  still  like  a  big  brother  I 
have  a  feeling  that  if  I  ever  had  any 
big  problem  I  could  go  to  Rock  and  he'd 
do  everything  he  could  to  help  me.  I'll  even 
go  so  far  as  to  say  that,  if  it  were  necessary, 
he  d  swing  a  few  punches  in  my  behalf.  I 
think  he'll  always  be  one  of  my  favorite 
people. 


By  BETTY  ABBOTT 

■  I  have  to  introduce  myself  first.  I'm  what 
is  known  as  a  script  girl,  in  which  capacity 
I  stand  by  while  a  movie  is  shooting  and 
watch  details  like  a  hawk  looking  for 
chickens,  however  small.  For  instance,  if 
an  actor  is  doing  the  same  sequence  today 
that  he  worked  in  yesterday,  I  have  to 
make  sure  he  wears  the  same  tie  and  has 
a  bruise  on  his  cheek  the  same  place  it 
was  when  scenes,  were  shot  yesterday. 
Script  girls  usually  bounce  from  one  actor 
to  another  in  succeeding  pictures,  but 
Fate  picked  on  me  to  work  with  Rock 
Hudson  in  eight  consecutive  pictures.  I 
got  to  know  him  pretty  well  on  the  set, 
and  after  a  while  found  myself  spending 


evenings  with  him  every  now  and  then. 

These  aren't  hard  to  take,  except  that 
I  never  know  where  I'll  land.  He  gives 
me  no  information  whatsoever,  and  I'm 
just  as  likely  to  end  up  on  a  merry-go- 
round  50  miles  away  as  I  am  on  the  dance 
floor  at  the  Mocambo.  As  a  result,  I  try 
to  dress  in  what  might  be  called  casual 
clothes  that  can  take  anything  from  a 
tango  to  a  trapeze. 

Once  in  a  while  we  take  in  a  movie,  and 
if  Rock  happens  to  be  in  it  he  agonizes 
through  the  whole  thing.  He  squirms  so 
much  that  he  makes  me  nervous  and  I 
might  as  well  see  it  alone.  Half  of  them 
I  have  to  go  see  again,  thanks  to  Hudson. 

With  all  his  wackiness,  Rock  has  beauti- 
ful manners.  They're  the  innate  kind  of 
attentions  that  well-mannered  men  do  un- 
consciously. Even  if  I'm  wearing  blue 
jeans  and  have  just  whomped  up  a  sensa- 
tional bowling  score.  Rock  is  right  there 
to  hold  open  the  car  door  for  me.  A  lot  of 
people  around  town  could  take  lessons 
from  him  on  this. 

Mother  and  I  have  a  house  on  the  hill 
opposite  the  place  where  Rock  lives  now, 
and  the  character  has  availed  himself  of  a 
pair  of  binoculars.    He  swears  he  uses 


When  Rita  Hoyworth  began  her 
career,  she  was  about  the  ugliest 
of  all  the  starlet  ducklings  who 
ever  came  to  Hollywood.  The 
casting  director  who  first  signed 
her  was  considered  out  of  his 
mind. 

When  the  studio  bosses  looked 
at  her,,  they  were  far  from  im- 
pressed. One  executive  said,  "This 
girl  is  about  as  attractive  as  my 
maiden  aunt,  age  56."  This  re- 
mark upset  a  girl  hairdresser  and 
she  went  to  Rita,  who  was  in  tears. 

"What  you  need,  honey,"  the 
girl  told  Rita,  "is  a  remodeling 
job."  So  Rita  went  into  hock — 
and  for  what?  For  an  electrolysis 
treatment. 

One  week  and  $1,200  later,  she 
was  a  raving  beauty.  Almost  three 
inches  of  hair  had  disappeared 
between  her  hairline  and  her  lush 
eyebrows.  Now  Rita  had  a  high 
hairline  and  a  solid  bit  part  in  a 
film  called  Susan  And  God. 

Today  studio  executives  shudder 
to  think  they  almost  lost  Rita  by 
a  hairsbreadth! 

Carl  Sckroeder 


them  on  our  apartment  and  I  guess  he  does 
sometimes,  because  he's  often  kidded  me 
about  the  time  I  got  home  the  night  before 
with  some  other  guy.  He's  a  real  joker, 
but  a  lovable  one. 

My  mother  thinks  he's  the  last  word  in 
the  new  generation.  No  wonder.  When 
he  comes  over  for  dinner  he  likes  to  help 
her  putter  around  in  the  kitchen  (some- 
times he  eats  half  the  food  while  he's  at 
it),  and  one  night  he  washed  down  the 
kitchen  walls  for  her.  We'd  planned  to  go 
to  a  show  but  began  howling  at  some  old 
wardrobe  pictures  I  had  around  the  house, 
and  pretty  soon  it  was  too  late  for  a  movie. 
So  he  got  the  ladder  and  a  bucket  of  suds 
and  spent  a  couple  of  hours  until  the  job 
was  done.  Then  he  surveyed  it  with  a 
critical  eye  and  said,  "You  know,  those 
walls  need  painting."  When  Rock  says 
something  like  that  you  know  he's  going 
to  do  it.  It  may  not  be  this  year,  mind  you 
but  nevertheless  that  kitchen  is  going  to 
get  painted  by  Hudson.  He  teases  my 
mother  about  anything  he  can  think  of, 
mostly  her  name,  which  is  the  unlikely 
combination  of  Olive  Victoria.  "Ollie," 
he  says,  "I've  been  practicing  my  golf 


swing  up  on  the  hill  at  my  place  and  I've 
been  aiming  for  your  kitchen  window.  But 
I  can't  seem  to  make  it."  Mother  thinks 
he's  the  bee's  knees,  or  whatever  they 
called  likable  young  men  in  her  day. 

He  and  I  have  a  gag  about  names,  the 
crazier  the  better.  When  he  was  in  Eng- 
land he  sent  letters  to  my  home  addressed 
to  such  assorted  characters  as  Miss  Syden- 
ham Klunk,  or  Ubaldo  Umbrellus  or  Igor 
Bodkin— anything  but  Betty  Abbott.  I 
give  as  much  as  I  take  on  this  score,  but 
it's  our  own  joke  and  whenever  I  find 
crazy  notes  in  my  typewriter  at  the  studio 
addressed  to  Lavinia  or  Elspeth,  I  know 
who  they're  from  beyond  a  doubt,  without 
any  researching. 

A  while  back  I  mentioned  his  fondness 
for  food,  and  while  I  do  not  wish  to 
needle  Mr.  Hudson,  I  would  mention  in 
passing  that  when  we  were  on  location  in 
Oregon  for  The  Bend  Of  The  River  I  sat 
next  to  him  at  the  table  and  with  my  own 
eyes  saw  him  put  away  3  (three)  T-bone 
steaks.  As  it  is,  I  hardly  ever  get  a  square 
meal  when  I  join  him  for  dinner  because 
he  eats  half  of  mine. 

In  contrast  to  his  clowning,  he  is  quite 
shy  with  strangers  and  has  extraordinarily 
good  taste  in  a  quiet  way.  He  brought  me 
a  lovely  black  lace  mantilla  from  Europe 
and  a  huge  bottle  of  his  favorite  perfume, 
Blue  Hour.  He  notices  little  things  that 
most  men  don't,  and  it  is  on  his  suggestion 
that  I  put  polish  on  the  inside  of  my  nail- 
tips,  which  I  wear  quite  long. 

I  think  Rock's  greatest  appeal,  at  least 
to  me,  is  his  sincerity  in  whatever  he  does. 
He  is  a  very  real  person,  without  a  phony 
thought  in  his  head.  I've  never  heard  him 
say  an  adverse  word  about  anybody;  un- 
less he  has  something  nice  to  say,  he 
doesn't  say  it.  And  because  of  this,  it's 
pretty  difficult  to  find  anything  wrong  with 
him.  There's  plenty  to  kid  about,  but 
nothing  to  criticize. 


By  MARCIA  HENDERSON 

■  I  guess  I  met  Rock  just  in  time.  I've 
been  in  Hollywood  only  a  short  time,  and 
until  I  met  him  I  was  beginning  to  think 
I'd  never  meet  anybody  out  here  with 
whom  I  could  find  a  basis  for  real  conver- 
sation. I  come  from  a  college  town  back  in 
New  England,  and  I  grew  up  with  books 
and  with  people  who  have  retained  the 
almost  lost  art  of  conversation.  When  I 
started  work  in  Back  To  God's  Country, 
I  met  Rock  for  the  first  time.  I  knew,  of 
course,  that  he  was  an  established  star 
and  a  single  man  who  is  quite  popular 
around  town,  so  I  never  dreamed  that 
here  was  the  one  person  who  could  give 
me  point  for  point  in  a  serious  discussion. 

It  all  started  one  day  on  the  set  when 
we  began  talking  about  the  picture's  title, 
and  before  I  knew  it  the  chatter  had 
evolved  into  a  conversation  about  religious 
and  spiritual  concepts.  I  couldn't  have  been 
more  surprised.  Rock  appears  to  be  such 
a  gay  blade — people  probably  think  he 
hasn't  a  brain  in  his  head — and  here  he 
was,  touting  the  ancient  philosophers  like 
a  professor  back  home.  That  was  less  than 
three  months  ago,  but  since  then  we've 
had  a  lot  of  lengthy  discussions.  We  don't 
see  eye  to  eye,  but  I  enjoy  it  just  the 
same  and  am  delighted  to  at  last  have  a 
communion  of  minds  with  someone.  We 
argue  all  the  time,  because  I'm  more 
familiar  with  the  modern  philosophers  like 
Kant  and  Schopenhauer,  while  Rock  has 
steeped  himself  in  the  ancients.  He  dislikes 
what  he  calls  cynical  modernism  and  has 
me  so  curious  about  his  own  favorites  that 
I  find  myself  digging  into  the  old  Hebraic 
and  Buddhist  writings.  Currently  he  has 
me  interested  in  the  Hindu  Scriptures,  the 
Gita,  which  is  sort  of  a  correlative  of  the 
Sermon  on  the  Mount  It's  one  of  his  pets, 


and  he  can't  wait  until  I'm  well  enough 
versed  in  its  philosophy  to  spend  a  couple 
of  hours  talking  with  him  about  it. 

He's  wonderful  in  any  discussion  be- 
cause he  thinks  and  talks  so  logically,  and 
he  listens  as  well  as  he  speaks  and  doesn't, 
like  so  many  people,  concentrate  only  on 
making  his  own  point. 

As  a  result  of  such  a  mutual  interest 
we  haven't  taken  time  out  to  talk 
shop  or  to  dwell  much  on  ourselves.  I've 
had  only  a  few  dates  with  him,  mostly 
premieres,  so  we  haven't  really  found  out 
too  much  about  each  other.  Others  have 
said  he  drives  like  a  wild  Indian,  but  then 
I  like  jet  planes,  so  it  doesn't  bother  me  in 
the  least. 

We've  been  so  serious  when  we've  been 
together  that  I  smile  when  I  think  about 
his  reaction  if  he  ever  takes  me  to  a  ball 
game.  In  school,  before  I  decided  it  was 
time  to  act  like  a  lady,  I  was  a  pitcher  on 
the  baseball  team,  a  track  runner,  and 
I  played  left  end  on  the  neighborhood 
football  team.  No  matter  what  a  girl's 
intentions  are,  it  isn't  a  good  thing  to  let 
a  man  think  she's  nothing  but  a  book- 
worm, so  despite  all  the  time  spent  in  our 
dusty  discussions,  I  still  have  a  few  other 
cards  in  my  deck. 


By  VERA  ELLEN 

■  I've  known  Rock  a  long  time  and  am 
pretty  sure  I'll  know  him  for  a  much  long- 
er time  to  come.  He's  one  of  those  people 
who  stays  a  friend  forever. 

We  first  met,  years  ago,  when  he  was 
new  to  Hollywood  and  had  dropped  in  at 
Ciro's  for  the  first  time.  He  told  agent 
Henry  Willson  he'd  like  to  dance  with  me 
and  after  Henry  introduced  us,  Rock 
guided  me  out  to  the  dance  floor.  I  found 


him  a  naturally  fine  dancer  with  a  good 
sense  of  rhythm,  but  in  those  early  days 
he  had  a  tricky  sort  of  step  that  he  might 
have  imported  from  Winnetka.  I  got  so 
used  to  it  that  I  didn't  even  notice  when 
he  changed  his  style,  months  later.  We 
kidded  a  lot  about  the  fact  that  Rock 
is  14  inches  taller  than  I  am,  and  I  used 
to  complain  he  was  so  big  that  I  couldn't 
flirt  over  his  shoulder.  I  told  him,  too, 
that  if  he  were  a  shorter  man  it  would 
have  been  a  lot  cheaper  for  us  the  night 
we  sprayed  each  other  with  gold  dust  for 
the  Photographers'  Ball.  We  had  a  lot  of 
fun  that  night,  and  getting  ready  for  it, 
too.  We  went  into  a  paint  store  for  the 
gold  paint  and  when  the  salesman  wanted 
to  know  what  we  were  going  to  paint,  Rock 
said,  "Ourselves."  I'll  never  forget  the 
expression  on  the  man's  face.  We  went  as 
Oscars,  you  know,  and  it  was  easier  to 
put  the  stuff  on  than  it  was  to  get  it  off. 
For  a  week  afterward  we'd  stop  traffic 
when  we  drove  with  the  top  down  on  his 
car,  our  tarnished  faces  peering  into  the 
world. 

In  those  days  Rock  was  as  much  of  a 
fan  as  he  was  an  actor.  He  took  me  to  his 
first  premiere  and  was  so  nervous  that  his 
hands  were  damp  and  all  he  could  think 
of  was  avoiding  the  train  on  my  gown.  I 
remember  that  he  goggled  at  the  cele- 
brities with  more  curiosity  than  the  fans 
in  the  bleachers.  His  attitude  that  night 
was  indicative  of  the  thing  I've  always 
admired  in  Rock — the  combination  of 
humility  and  self-assurance. 

He  is  extremely  serious  about  his  career, 
but  despite  his  great  success  in  pic- 
tures, he  is  the  same  now  as  when  I  first 
knew  him.  He  still  spends  his  money  on 
records  and  on  plants  and  flowers.  Rock 
has  a  genuine  green  thumb.  He  can  plant 
a  leaf  of  philodendron  in  a  small  pot  on 


the  mantel,  and  in  two  weeks  the  leaves 
are  trailing  in  front  of  the  fireplace.  He 
still  loves  to  tease  as  much  as  ever.  I  had 
a  habit  of  ending  my  sentences  with  the 
phrase  "you  know"  and  he  kidded  me 
about  it  so  much  that  I  became  aware  of 
it  and  corrected  it.  He  hasn't  acquired  any 
phony  manners.  He  never  did  make  studied 
compliments.  If  I  happened  to  wear  a  red 
dress  and  he  liked  red  he'd  mention  the 
fact  in  an  offhand  way.  Rock  has  a 
rugged  quality,  a  masculine  roughness 
that  is  smooth  in  its  own  way  because  he 
is  so  natural.  He  still  is  more  than  happy 
to  fix  gadgets  around  a  house.  He's  handy 
with  tools,  and  I  remember  I  sold  my 
car  to  him  when  I  went  to  Europe  and 
when  I  came  back  he  had  painted  it  him- 
self and  fixed  it  up  and  it  looked  like  a 
new  automobile.  He  has  always  been 
wonderful  with  my  mother,  and  if  I  had 
to  go  away  on  a  trip  all  I  had  to  do  was 
whistle  to  him  about  leaving  Mother  alone, 
and  he'd  spend  a  lot  of  time  with  her. 
The  last  time,  he  went  over  on  a  Sunday 
and  painted  the  fence  for  her. 

He  has  a  wonderful  sense  of  humor — 
you  can't  be  unhappy  when  in  Rock's 
company.  But  underneath  the  humor,  he 
runs  pretty  deep.  After  you  know  him 
a  while  you  sort  of  feel  there's  something 
there  you  haven't  yet  tapped.  He's  the 
kind  who  will  always  have  his  feet  on 
the  ground  because  he  does  a  lot  of  think- 
ing, and  his  world  is  a  big  one. 

I  think  he's  right  in  not  being  quite 
ready  for  marriage.  He  knows  there's  a 
lot  of  life  left  in  him  and  he  isn't  yet  ready 
to  settle  down.  When  the  day  comes  that 
he  is,  he'll  be  very  cautious,  I  think,  in 
choosing  his  bride.  Rock  needs  a  girl  who 
is  mature  in  her  thinking  and  gay  in  her 
outlook  on  life.  From  what  I  know  of 
Rock,  she'll  be  a  very  happy  woman,  for 
the  rest  of  her  days.  end 


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AVA  AND  FRANK  SINATRA  have  again  alienated  influential  segments  of  the 
Press,  this  time  in  London  and  in  Rome.  In  London,  Frank  and  Ava  fought  with 
airline  officials  and  in  Rome,  the  crooner  scuffled  with  a  photographer. 

It  began  when  Ava,  Frank  and  I  I  pieces  of  luggage  turned  up  at  the  London 
airport  seven  minutes  before  their  plane  was  scheduled  to  pull  out  for  Milan. 

"I'm  sorry,"  explained  one  of  the  airport  men,  "you're  too  late  to  fly.  All 
passengers  must  be  at  the  airport  at  least  30  minutes  before  departure  time." 

Frank  roared,  "This  is  the  last  time  I  ever  fly  BEA."  (  British  European  Airways) . 

"I'd  rather  swim  the  Channel,"  Ava  added. 

"I'm  sorry,"  the  o'fficial  continued,  "we  can't  inconvenience  a  plane-load  of 
32  passengers  just  because  two  people  are  late." 

Ava  and  Frank  caught  a  plane  to  Rome  instead  of  to  Milan.  A  photographer 
there  tried  to  snap  their  picture.  Frank  charged  and  there  was  a  scuffle.  The 
police  broke  it  up.  Ava  and  Frank  left  the  airport  muttering  to  themselves. 
CLARK  GABLE  in  Venice,  following  the  completion  of  Mogambo,  has  been  seen 
with  an  attractive  beauty.  Although  Gable  would  prefer  she  remain  anonymous, 
her  name  slipped  out.  It's  Suzanne  Dadolle.  Gable  has  asked  his  hotel  to  say 
absolutely  nothing  about  the  girl.  Clarlt  was  miffed  when  the  papers  discovered 
his  so-called  "friendship"  with  Grace  Kelly.  This  entente  was  highly  publicized 
in  England,  in  fact  so  well  publicized  that  Grace's  mother  came  over  from  Phila- 
delphia for  a  look-see.  A  few  weeks  later,  Grace,  who  played  opposite  Gable  in 
Mogambo,  left  for  home  with  mama,  and  the  Metro  star  departed  for  Paris. 
It  would  surprise  no  one,  however,  if  Clark  requested  Kelly  for  his  next  film.  Until 
MGM  decides  what  that  will  be,  Gable  continues  to  squire  beautiful  women 
around  Europe. 

CLAUDETTE  COLBERT  who  will  shortly  wind  up  her  18-month  stay  abroad  with 
approximately  $300,000  tax  free,  refuses  to  discuss  her  marital  status  with  Dr. 
Joel  Pressman,  one  of  the  crack  ear  specialists  in  California.  Claudette  insists 
that  her  marriage  is  perfectly  okay,  that  she's  in  Europe  merely  to  make  pic- 
tures, and  that  she's  not  running  away  from  discord  of  any  type.  In  her  latest 
made-in-ltaly  film,  the  48-year-old  actress,  who  was  born  in  Paris,  plays  an 
American  woman  whose  G.I.  husband  was  killed  in  Italy.  She  comes  to  Salerno 
to  visit  his  grave  and  learns  that  he  had  fathered  an  illegitimate  son. 
KIRK  DOUGLAS,  a  poor  boy  who  rose  from  anonymity  to  fame,  is  a  classic  exam- 
ple of  what  success  can  do  to  one  man's  hat  size.  Douglas  not  only  fought  with 
director  Anatole  Litvak  while  working  in  Italy,  but  at  the  Cannes  Film  Festival 
he  made  it  a  point  to  date  a  new  girl  every  night.  "We  think,"  wrote  one 
French  reporter,  "that  this  Kirk  Douglas  is  really  a  frustrated  Aly  Khan." 
OLIVIA  DE  HAVILLAND,  wherever  she  goes  in  Europe  these  days  makes  new 
friends.  Livvy  arrived  in  Paris  a  few  months  ago  with  her  3-year-old  son. 
Benjie,  and  she  has  not  only  sat  for  mass  interviews  but  has  posed  for  American 
sight-seers.  I  m  honored,"  she  says,  "when  my  countrymen  recognize  me."  Kurt 
Frings,  Livvy's  agent,  has  been  asking  $175,000  per  picture,  and  it  looks  as  if 
he's  got  her  an  offer  in  London  to  do  Deep  Blue  Sea  for  Wolff  Brothers. 
ELIZABETH  TAYLOR  and  VITTORIO  GASSMAN  are  expected  in  Switzerland  for 
Rhapsody  late  in  July.  After  Liz  finishes  that  one  she  is  scheduled  to  meet 
husband  Mike  Wilding  in  London.  Actors  who  have  worked  with  Wilding  and 
who  can  be  as  petty  as  vindictive  schoolgirls,  insist  that  Mike  is  really  43,  as 
if  his  age  made  any  difference  to  Liz. 

SIR  LAURENCE  OLIVIER  is  smiling  once  again  now  that  his  wife  Vivien  Leigh  is 
well  on  the  road  to  recovery.  Olivier  would  love  to  make  a  picture  in  Holly- 
wood with  his  wife,  "providing,  of  course,  we  could  find  the  right  vehicle." 
Incidentally,  there  is  no  truth  to  the  vicious  rumor  that  Vivien  Leigh  feigned 
illness  to  get  out  of  Elephant  Walk  because  she  didn't  like  the  story.  If  she 
hadn't  liked  the  script  she  wouldn't  have  started  on  the  film  in  the  first  place. 
ROBERT  TAYLOR  when  he  checked  into  London  to  star  in  Knights  Of  The  Round 
Table,  was  recognized  by  no  one  despite  the  fact  that  this  is  the  third  film  he's 
made  in  England  since  the  war.  Conspirators  and  lvanhoe  were  the  other  two. 
Taylor  arrived  with  a  three-inch  growth  of  beard.  "I  prefer  the  comfort  of  my 
own  whiskers,"  he  explained,  "to  the  torture  of  gluing  (Continued  on  page  891 


some  changes  made 

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studio  to  pick  up  and  leave  that  studio. 
There  cannot  help  but  be  some  bitterness 
under  such  a  circumstance,  and  along 
with  it  there  is  a  certain  sadness.  In  a  way, 
it  is  like  leaving  a  college,  a  school  whose 
campus,  whose  teachers  and  whose  fellow 
students  have  all  become  dear  and  familiar 
through  the  years. 

Jeanne  felt  the  break  was  necessary, 
nonetheless.  Her  first  picture  was  Home  In 
Indiana,  a  film  that  put  her  in  pigtails  and 
presented  her  as  an  ingenue.  She  was  an 
overnight  success  in  the  role,  but  the  acco- 
lades that  followed  soon  began  to  ring 
hollow  as  the  public  continued  year  after 
year  to  see  Miss  Crain  as  an  ingenue  in 
pigtails.  Jeanne's  initial  success  became 
her  bugaboo,  and  she  herself  was  only  too 
aware  of  it.  Her  fan  mail  was  filled  with 
pleas  that  she  appear  in  better  pictures 
because,  despite  the  river  of  publicity 
that  flows  out  of  Hollywood,  many  movie 
goers  continue  with  the  mistaken  impres- 
sion that  movie  stars  choose  their  own 
films.  Finally,  in  1950,  she  won  the  role  of 
Pinky  and  in  her  portrayal  of  a  Negro  girl 
in  love  with  a  white  man,  she  proved  to 
the  movie-going  world  that  she  was  both 
a  grown  woman  and  a  first-rate  actress. 
Jeanne  thought  she  had  proved  it,  too,  to 
her  studio  bosses,  and  sighed  in  relief  at 
the  thought  that  henceforth  she  would  be 
given  meatier  roles.  Since  that  time  she 
has  been  repeatedly  disappointed.  Studios 
sometimes  have  a  tendency  to  sluff  off 
their  mediocre  scripts  by  using  their  own 
star-built  names  to  sell  them,  and  when 
an  exceptional  script  comes  along,  im- 
port outside  talent  to  fill  the  roles.  This 
happened  time  after  time  with  Jeanne 
until  finally  she  could  take  no  more. 


It's  a  nice,  comfortable  thing  to  have  a 
steady  salarj'  coming  in  every  week 
and  not  easy  to  forfeit  it,  but  by  the  time 
Jeanne  began  work  in  Vickie  she  had  made 
up  her  mind  to  leave  the  studio  and  free 
lance.  She  wasn't  at  all  sure  what  kind  of 
offers  she  would  receive,  if  any,  but  she 
needn't  have  worried.  Within  two  hours 
after  formal  notice  had  been  given  that 
she  and  Fox  had  come  to  a  parting  of  the 
ways,  she  had  invitations  to  star  in  two 
Broadway  plays  and  in  several  promising 
movies. 

It  was  during  the  filming  of  Vickie,  too, 
that  Jeanne  got  the  urge  to  cut  her  hair. 
It  not  only  showed  that  she  was  raring  for 
her  freedom;  it  followed  the  old  principle 
that  when  a  woman  makes  any  sort  of 
major  change  in  her  life,  she  often  changes 
her  appearance  and  personality  along  with 
it.  Then,  too,  it  happened  in  the  spring, 
a  time  of  year  when  everyone  feels  along 
with  nature  a  longing  to  present  a  bright 
new  face  to  the  world. 

Jeanne's  own  personality  has  been  un- 
dergoing a  lot  of  changes  in  the  last  year 
or  two.  The  rebellion  against  the  gingham- 
type  roles  into  which  she  had  been  cast 
resulted  in  her  effort  to  prove  to  everyone 
that  she  had  evolved  into  a  mature  woman. 
The  fact  that  she  was  married  and  four 
times  a  mother  seemed  to  have  little  in- 
fluence on  the  brass  hats  at  her  studio,  so 
Jeanne  tackled  the  only  other  way  she 
knew. 

It  wasn't  hard  for  Jeanne  to  do.  She 
has  the  basic  element  necessary  to  glamor 
— complete  femininity.  She  is  an  eye- 
stopper  in  any  crowd  and  has  a  flair  for 
the  unusual  which  makes  her  a  stand-out 
even  among  her  screen  sisters.  She  loves 
clothes,  both  for  themselves  and  for  what 
she  knows  they  can  do  for  her,  and  often 
remarks  with  wonder  that  while  Cali- 
fornia women  buy  some  of  the  most  ex- 


pensive clothes  in  the  world,  they  don't 
take  particular  joy  in  wearing  them.  Life 
in  the  movie  capital  tends  to  be  so  in- 
formal that  much  of  its  female  population 
feel  more  natural  in  blue  jeans  than  they 
do  in  what  is  called  out  here  "New  York 
clothes".  Jeanne,  on  the  other  hand, 
doesn't  feel  comfortable  unless  she  is 
dressed  to  the  hilt  for  the  occasion. 

She  feels  that  her  Bobcat  Bob  is  her 
favorite  hair-do  of  all  time  not  only  be- 
cause it  gives  her  an  exhilarating  sense  of 
freedom  that  ties  in  happily  with  her  new 
professional  status,  but  also  because  it 
lends  itself  to  any  kind  of  dress,  any  type 
of  hat,  and  any  sort  of  occasion.  It  is  so 
shaped  that  it  can  be  brushed  forward  to 
cap  the  face,  or  reversed  and  worn  off  the 
face.  It  can  be  something  compelling  to  go 
with  lace  and  mink,  or  something  very 
casual  and  practical  for  a  set  of  tennis. 

She  wore  her  hair  long  for  many  years, 
during  times  when  other  girls  were  bow- 
ing to  fashion  and  visiting  barbers  regu- 
larly. This  was  out  of  deference  to  her 
husband  who,  like  most  men,  preferred 
his  wife  with  long  hair.  When  she  was 
preparing  to  make  People  Will  Talk,  di- 
rector George  Cukor  had  just  returned 
from  Paris,  and  having  noticed  that  short 
hair  was  the  rage  there,  asked  Jeanne  to 
have  hers  cut.  She  did,  but  never  really 
liked  the  style.  It  was  fine  for  a  speedboat 
ride  but  it  was  shaped  for  a  definite  part 
and  was  a  sporty  coiffure  that  could  be 
worn  only  one  way.  She  recalls  the  night 
she  was  dressing  to  go  to  the  ballet  and 
tried  to  pin  a  rose  behind  her  ear.  "It  was 
pretty  much  of  a  shock  when  I  realized 
there  was  no  hair  to  pin  it  to." 

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impulse,  but  one  to  which  she  gave  a 
lot  of  thought. 

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people  for  their  advice  on  everything,  but 
these  days  I  have  an  urge  to  respect  my 
impulses.  I  haven't  any  more  than  anyone 
else,  but  I've  noticed  when  I  obey  them, 
the  results  have  always  been  fine.  I  think 
they're  important,  steering  you  to  what 
you  really  want  to  do,  and  they  happen  in 
everything  through  life,  even  in  romance. 
Something  wonderful  happens  to  you  when 
you  meet  a  particular  man.  Maybe  you 
don't  even  know  him  more  than  five  min- 
utes, but  call  it  chemistry  or  whatever, 
it's  impulse.  That's  the  way  it  was  with 
Paul  and  me.  And  anyway,  it's  no  fun 
asking  people  for  advice.  You  always  wind 
up  being  what  they  want  you  to  be  or 
doing  what  they  want  you  to  do — instead 
of  being  yourself." 

She  closely  watched  the  fashion  maga- 
zine, noticing  haircuts  she  liked  and  those 
she  disliked  And  when  enough  time  had 
passed  after  the  completion  of  Vickie  she 
consulted  the  models  she  had  met  when 
making  The  Model  And  The  Marriage 
Broker.  She  had  spent  quite  a  bit  of  time 
with  them,  learning  their  tricks  of  posture 
and  carriage,  and  noticed  that  their  hair 
was  invariably  worn  in  the  latest  fashion. 
"Who,"  she  asked  them  now,  "gives  the 
best  haircut  in  town?"  They  all  said  the 
same  thing— the  Bentley  Salon  in  Beverly 
Hills. 

Paul  didn't  know  a  thing  about  it  until 
he  got  home  from  work  that  night.  Jeanne 
knew  he  liked  long  hair,  but  she  also 
knew  that  he  would  appreciate  a  change 
when  he  got  used  to  the  new  idea.  "I 
think  change  is  the  essence  of  femininity," 
she  says.  "In  a  way,  it's  a  woman's  weapon. 
We  all  know  that  men  have  a  roving  eye, 
and  wives  who  look  the  same  year  in  and 
year  out  tend  to  become  taken  for  granted. 
If  a  girl  can  give  her  husband  a  new  face 
to  look  at  every  once  in  a  while,  he's  more 
likely  to  stay  as  interested  as  he  was  the 
first  time  he  saw  her.  Why  are  women  so 
fascinated  with  clothes?  It's  the  easiest 
possible  way  to  look  different.  Sometimes 
you  have  to  gamble  on  reaction,  as  I  did 
with  Paul  and  the  haircut.  But  it  proved 
my  impulse  was  right-— he  liked  it  im- 
mediately and  by  this  time  is  so  in  love 
with  it  that  he  probably  wonders  why 
I  didn't  do  it  sooner." 

"Dentley  himself  says  he  has  never  done 
3J  a  haircut  exactly  like  this.  Jeanne  ex- 
plained to  him  what  she  wanted,  and  they 
worked  it  out  together.  He  cut  it  wet 
with  a  straight  edge  razor,  and  the  results 
were  so  admired  that  the  salon  has  since 
been  swamped  with  hundreds  of  requests 
for  an  identical  cut.  It  can  be  done  ef- 
fectively even  with  straight,  fine  hair  as 
the  cut  automatically  turns  it  into  a  dif- 
ferent hair  style.  It  is  cut  quite  short  in 
back,  where  the  hair  merely  brushes  down. 
On  the  sides  and  the  top  the  hair  is  about 
four  inches  long,  and  there  is  no  part,  a 
combination  which  allows  for  many 
changes.  It  can  be  shampooed  and  dried 
in  the  sun  and  then  brushed  to  whatever 

shape  she  desires.  It  is  never  combed  

always  brushed. 

"Actually,"  says  Jeanne,  "it  looks  short, 
but  isn't.  I  don't  think  a  boyish  sort  of 
bob  ever  appealed  to  men,  and  I  feel  this 
is^  the  most  feminine  haircut  I've  ever  had. 
It's  even  coquettish.  It's  short  enough  so 
that  it  gives  a  clean,  well-groomed  look, 
and  it  shows  the  neck  and  shoulder  line, 
which  I  think  is  very  feminine.  In  classic 
Greek  Sculpture,  you'll  notice  there  were 
few  women  whose  hair  hid  that  line.  It 
gives  you  sort  of  a  regal  feeling  and  a  new 
lift  to  your  carriage  that  comes  without 
even  trying. 

"I  think  the  ideal  of  every  American 
boy  is  a  girl  who  looks  well  but  doesn't 
appear  to  work  at  it,  and  this  haircut  is  so 
artfully  casual  that  it  gives  that  effect.  It's 


wonderfully  adaptable  for  American  life, 
both  for  daytime  and  evening,  and  you 
can  do  dramatic  things  with  earrings  or 
with  jeweled  coronets  in  the  hair." 

Jeanne  is  one  of  those  rare  young 
women  who  refuse  to  permit  marriage  and 
motherhood  to  draw  them  into  a  rut.  She 
retains  a  deep  love  for  excitement  and 
adventure,  and  now  that  she  is  free  of  a 
long-term  contract,  intends  to  have  a 
complete  change  of  pace  in  her  profes- 
sional life.  "I  feel  ready  to  meet  any 
challenge  that  comes  along,"  she  says, 
and  is  looking  forward  to  doing  a  variety 
of  movie  roles  and,  in  a  year  or  two,  a 
Broadway  play. 

The  first  new  adventure  on  her  docket 
is  a  picture  to  be  made  in  Europe,  Gentle- 
men Marry  Brunettes.  In  it  she  will  sing 
and  dance  and,  she  says  with  an  ecstatic 
sigh,  wear  clothes  designed  and  made  in 
Paris.  The  picture  will  be  made  in  both 
France  and  Italy,  and  inasmuch  as  this 
is  her  first  trip  to  Europe,  Jeanne  at  the 
moment  is  living  in  a  cloud  of  anticipation. 
Seeing  Europe  has  always  been  the  dream 
of  her  life,  but  in  ten  years  of  being  con- 
tracted to  a  studio  there  has  not  been  an 
opportunity.  The  only  time  she  has  taken 
off  has  been  devoted  to  having  her  chil- 
dren. 

She  is  well  equipped  to  enjoy  Europe  to 
the  hilt.  Both  her  father  and  uncle  are 
language  professors,  with  the  result  that 
Jeanne  speaks  French  and  Spanish  rather 
fluently.  History  has  always  been  one  of 
her  favorite  subjects,  she  is  an  avid 
reader,  and  is  so  enamored  of  painting 
and  sculpture  that  she  places  Florence 
higher  than  any  other  city  on  her  list  of 
anticipations.  She  is  taking  with  her  a 
special  traveling  case  filled  with  sketching 
material  and  oils,  hoping  to  bring  back 
impressions  done  by  her  own  hand,  as 
well  as  by  camera  lens.  There  will  be 
ample  time  to  see  things  while  the  picture 
is  being  prepared,  and  Paul  will  go  with 
her  for  a  week  or  two  at  the  start  of  the 
trip,  as  long  as  he  can  spare  from  his 
business,  and  then  rejoin  her  for  another 
week  when  the  movie  is  completed. 

Che  worries  a  great  deal  about  leaving 
^  all  the  children,  even  though  she  is  cer- 
tain they  will  be  well  cared  for,  as  this 
will  be  her  longest  separation  from  them. 


PHOTO  CREDITS 

Below  you  will  find  credited  page  by 
page  the  photographs  which  appear  in 
this  issue: 

6 — J-  B-  Scott;  7 — upper  left,  Beerman,  Parry; 

all  others,  J.  B.  Scott;  8 — Wide  World;  10  

Beerman,    Parry;    12 — Beerman,    Parry;  14  

J.  B.  Scott;  IS — Edna  Bennett;  16 — Beerman, 
Parry;  29 — Edna  Bennett;  30 — Warner  Broth- 
ers; 31 — Beerman,  Parry;  33 — Wide  World; 
34 — Universal-International;  35 — 1,  Beerman, 
2,  Stork  Club,  3,4,5,6,  Beerman,  Parry,  7,  Globe; 
39 — right,  Keystone;  40 — Universal -International; 
41 — Beerman,  Parry;  42 — INS;  43 — Desert  Sea 
News  Service;  44-46,  Beerman,  Parry;  47,50,51 
— Beerman,  Parry;  53 — Parry;  56,57 — Beer- 
man,  Parry;  58 — Beerman,  Parry. 


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(Continued  from  page  39)  Julienne,  the 
Parisian  reporter  Veronica  Passanie,  the 
German  actress  Hildegarde  Neff — and 
while  at  the  start  this  gossip  had  no  visible 
effect  upon  him  or  his  conduct,  it  certain- 
ly has  now. 

Gregory  Peck  is  behaving  himself  in  a 
manner  beyond  reproach.  He  is  living  the 
quiet,  respectable,  middle-class  life  in  an 
apartment  at  45  Grosvenor  Square  in 
London. 

He  has  sub -let  the  apartment  from  pro- 
ducer Sam  Spiegle  and  has  hired  a  Hun- 
garian cook,  a  middle-aged  woman  who 
not  only  prepares  the  most  delectable 
dishes  for  him  but  for  such  guests  as 
Maggie  and  Leo  Genn,  Audrey  Hepburn's 
mother,  Ronald  Neame,  and  the  scads  of 
Englishmen  Peck  has  known  since  he 
made  Captain  Hornblower  in  England  a 
few  years  ago. 

Greg  has  always  liked  home-life — he 
knew  so  little  of  it  as  the  exchanged 
child  of  divorced  parents — and  rather  than 
stay  for  any  considerable  length  of  time 
at  a  London  hotel,  he  moved  out  of  Clar- 
idge's  early  this  spring  and  rented  Spiegle's 
flat  so  that  he  could  relax,  entertain  in 
his  own  way,  and  for  three  or  four  months 
stop  living  out  of  suitcases. 

Peck  is  starring  in  The  Million  Pound 
Note  at  Pinewood  Studios — this  is  an  old 
Mark  Twain  story — and  will  probably  not 
finish  the  film  until  some  time  in  July.  He 
is  then  scheduled  to  go  to  Sweden  for 
Assignment  In  Stockholm  and  to  India  for 
The  Purple  Plains. 

By  that  time  his  18  months  abroad  should 
be  up,  and  he'll  be  able  to  return  to  the 
U.S.  with  $300,000  or  $400,000  tax  free. 

Greg  doesn't  mind  returning  to  Cali- 
fornia with  some  tax-free  dollars,  but  he 
doesn't  want  to  come  back  with  the  repu- 
tation of  a  Great  Lover,  which  is  the  kind 
of  reputation  someone  like  Kirk  Douglas 
has  been  building  abroad  by  flitting  from 
one  girl  to  another. 

This  is  why  Greg  in  London  gets  up  at 
6:30  a.m.,  takes  some  breakfast  coffee, 
drives  to  the  studio,  acts  opposite  his 
leading  lady,  23-year-old  Jane  Griffiths,  a 
dentist's  daughter  from  Rottingdean,  Sus- 
sex, then  drives  back  to  his  apartment 
at  Grosvenor  Square — "It's  usually  eight 
when  I  get  back" — has  dinner,  reads  until 
midnight,  then  retires. 

He  is  rarely  seen  in  public  with  any 
single  or  unattached  women,  because  he 
knows  now  that  if  he  is,  the  newspaper 
boys  are  waiting  to  splash  it  all  over  their 
papers. 

Peck  knows,  too,  that  he  has  an  obliga- 
tion to  his  wife  and  three  sons,  Jonathan 
9,  Stephen  7,  and  Carey  Paul  4,  and  that 
his  behavior  in  Europe  must  in  no  adverse 
way  affect  the  lives  of  his  loved  ones  across 
the  Atlantic. 

Greg  realizes  now  that  you  cannot  date 
a  single  girl  on  several  occasions  without 
imbuing  in  that  girl  the  hope  that  some- 
how and  in  some  way  she  might  become 
the  second  Mrs.  Gregory  Peck. 

This  is  the  error  in  tactics  the  tall  Lin- 
colnesque  actor  committed  last  year  when 
he  began  seeing  Veronica  Passanie  even 
while  Greta  and  the  boys  were  in  Europe. 

Veronica  is  a  plain-looking,  dark-eyed, 
brunette  of  21,  half  French  and  half 
Russian,  who  lives  with  her  mother  in  a 
small  apartment  in  Paris  on  the  Avenue 
Franklin  Roosevelt.  She  works  part- 
time  as  a  reporter  for  the  Paris  Presse,  an 
afternoon  newspaper,  and  when  you  ask 
her  about  her  relationship  with  Peck,  her 
eyes  flash  and  she  becomes  furiously  de- 
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"I'm  a  journaliste,"  she  says,  "and  when 
Mr.  Peck  arrived  in  Paris,  quite  naturally 
I  went  to  interview  him.  He  was  very 
nice.  I  went  out  sometimes  with  him.  I 
am  not  going  to  discuss  love.  What  do 
you  mean,  do  I  love  him?  What  business 
is  it?  He  is  a  very  nice  man.  It  was  pro- 
fessional. I  am  a  professional  journaliste." 

"That's  obvious,"  I  said,  "but  how  come 
you  followed  him  to  Rome  when  he  was 
making  Roman  Holiday  with  Audrey  Hep- 
burn?" 

"I  follow  him?  I  did  not  follow  anyone. 
The  paper  asks  me  to  go  to  Rome  to  do  a 
story." 

"What  story?" 

"To  do  a  story,  and  while  I  am  there  I 
run  into  Gregory  Peck.  He  is  a  very  nice 
man.  He  recognizes  me.  So." 

"So  what?" 

"So  Gregory  Peck  is  just  a  friend,  and  I 
am  a  journaliste,  and  I  have  a  career,  and 
I  am  not  going  to  answer  any  more  ques- 
tions." 

"But  isn't  it  true  that  you've  told  some 
of  your  girl-friends  that  you  might  one 
day  be  his  bride?" 

Mademoiselle  Passanie  bristled.  "Who 
tells  you  I  say  that?" 

"Some  girls.  I'm  sorry  I  can't  reveal 
their  names." 

"I  never  said  that.  All  I  say  is  that  he 
is  a  nice  gentleman  and  a  friend.  I  am 
a  journaliste,  and  I  work  here  in  Paris. 
I  will  not  answer  any  more  questions 
about  Gregory  Peck." 

"Okay,  just  tell  me  this,  and  we'll  drop 
the  whole  subject.  Aren't  you  flying  over 
to  London  Tuesday  specifically  to  see  him?" 

"No,  I  am  going  to  Nantes  this  Tuesday 
and  about  me  and  Gregory  Peck  is  no- 
body's business,  and  I  do  not  answer  more 
questions." 

"Gregory  Peck  aside,  how  old  are  you?" 

"Why  you  ask?" 

"Because  indirectly  Peck  has  been  ac- 
cused of  being  a  cradle -snatcher,  figura- 
tively speaking  that  is." 

Veronica  Passanie  said  she  was  21. 

"Don't  you  think  you're  a  little  too  young 
for  Mr.  Peck?" 

"No  more  these  questions.  I  am  a  jour- 
naliste and  I  do  interviews  myself." 

Tn  Paris  today  you  can  still  hear  vicious, 
A  unfounded  rumors  to  the  effect  that 
Greg  and  Veronica  have  been  meeting  in 
London,  but  these  aren't  true. 

Aware  of  the  international  stir  his 
friendship  with  Veronica  had  caused,  Greg 
realized  some  months  ago  when  he  left 
Paris  for  London  that  this  one  had  best 
be  terminated. 

Actually  it  was  a  fluke  that  he  met 
Veronica  in  the  first  place.  She  had  asked 
a  Paramount  publicity  man  if  she  might 
interview  Peck,  and  the  press  agent  had 
arranged  it. 

Months  later,  Greg  was  invited  to  a 
small  gathering  in  Paris,  and  everyone 
was  amazed  when  he  showed  up  with 
Veronica  instead  of  his  wife  who  was  at 
that  time  also  in  Paris. 

It  seems  that  Greg  and  Greta  had  en- 
gaged in  a  serious  spat,  that  dishes  had 
gone  flying  all  over  their  place,  and  that 
Greg  was  seeking  his  feminine  companion- 
ship elsewhere.  Shortly  after  this  squabble, 
Greta  took  her  three  sons  and  sailed  for 
home  on  the  lie  de  France.  Greg  saw 
them  off.  As  soon  as  he  was  footloose  and 
fancy-free,  reporters  approached  him. 

"Okay,"  one  of  them  said,  "tell  us  the 
truth.  Are  you  and  Mrs.  Peck  separated 
because  of  your  interest  in  Hildegarde 
Neff  and  Veronica  Passanie?" 

Peck  said,  "Sure,  we're  separated,  but 
only  by  the  ocean.  Mrs.  Peck  went  back 
to  California  to  put  the  boys  in  school." 

"How  about  you  and  Hildegarde  Neff?" 

"That's  just  nonsense.  I  met  her  in  Lon- 


don  at  premiere  of  Snows  (of  Kilimanjaro) 
and  I  haven't  seen  her  since." 

"But  you  won't  deny  seeing  Veronica 
Passanie?" 

Peck  said,  "Sure,  I  know  her.  I've  seen 
her  in  Paris.  But  there's  nothing  serious 
to  it.  Never  was." 

"Is  there  any  truth  to  the  story  that  Mrs. 
Peck  plans  to  return  to  Europe  in  July  or 
August?" 

"I  don't  know  about  that  yet." 

Tn  Hollywood,  Mrs.  Peck  says,  "I  don't 
think  IH  be  able  to  meet  up  with  Greg 
this  summer.  After  all,  the  boys  and  I 
haven't  been  back  too  long,  and  we  have 
to  get  readjusted.  But  we  hear  from  Greg 
all  the  time.  The  boys  write  him — of 
course,  they  miss  him  a  good  deal.  He  used 
to  take  them  down  to  the  beach  and  go  for 
long  walks  with  him.  He's  always  been  a 
wonderful  father." 

When  Greta  Peck  returned  to  California 
from  Europe,  she  took  off  for  Las  Vegas, 
and  immediately  a  rumor  was  circulated 
that  she  was  going  to  sue  for  divorce. 

"I  never  had  any  such  intention,"  she 
says.  "I  went  to  Las  Vegas  because  I'd 
never  been  there  before,  and  one  of  Greg's 
old  friends,  Ken  Tobey,  was  going  there 
with  his  wife.  I  think  to  attend  some- 
body's wedding.  That's  right.  Elmer 
Schneider,  a  business  manager,  was  getting 
married  and  wTe  just  went  along. 

"Everyone  said  I  was  getting  a  divorce. 
I  can  tell  you  that  such  a  thought  is  farthest 
from  my  mind.  I  hear  a  million  stories 
about  Greg  in  Europe.  If  I  believe  every- 
thing I  hear,  I'll  go  crazy. 

"Greg's  going  to  stay  over  there  until 
this  winter.  His  father  and  brother  will 
probably  go  over  to  join  him.  Undoubtedly 
"his  name  is  going  to  be  coupled  with  the 
names  of  some  beautiful  women.  But  he's 
a  grown-up  man.  He's  the  father  of  three 
children,  and  he  knows  how  to  take  care 
of  himself. 

"I  realize  that  it's  very  hard  being  a 
famous  movie  star,  working  in  Europe 
away  from  your  wife  and  family.  There 
are  many  temptations.  A  lot  of  young  girls 
throw  themselves  at  an  actor.  Not  only  in 
Europe  but  in  this  country  as  well.  A  man 
has  got  to  practise  self-control  or  he  can 
wind  up  in  a  lot  of  trouble.  The  news- 
papers are  ready  to  pounce  on  anything. 

"If  Gregory  Peck  and  his  wife  are  get- 
ting along  very  well,  that's  no  news.  But 
if  we've  had  an  argument  or  two,  that's 
news.  I'm  not  saying  that  we  haven't  had 
any  quarrels.  That's  ridiculous.  In  ten 
years  of  marriage,  all  couples  have  dis- 
putes. There  are  quarrels  about  a  lot  of 
things.  But  we  have  three  children  and 
ten  years  behind  us  and  I  wouldn't  ruin 
all  that  with  a  divorce." 

'The  Pecks  were  married  almost  11 
A  years  ago  on  October  4,  1942  at  Christ's 
Church  in  New  York  City;  and  like  many 
young  theatrical  couples  they  were  very 
poor.  Greta  worked  as  Katharine  Cornell's 
hairdresser,  and  Greg  played  in  a  series 
of  plays  each  of  which  ran  no  more  than 
two  or  three  weeks. 

They  lived  in  an  old  brownstone  on 
East  40th  Street  between  Lexington  and 
Third  Avenues.  "It  was  a  small  three- 
room  apartment,  and  I  think  we  paid  $14 
rent  each  week." 

The  Pecks  didn't  have  enough  money  for 
a  honeymoon  until  Greg  got  a  lucky  break 
and  came  out  to  RKO  to  test  for  Days  Of 
Glory.  A  very  wonderful  man  named 
Charley  Koerner  was  running  RKO  at  the 
time — that  was  in  1943 — and  when  he 
learned  that  Greg  and  Greta  had  never 
enjoyed  a  honeymoon,  he  gave  Greg  a 
check  for  $5,000  and  said,  "That's  one  thing 
every  young  married  couple  should  have." 

Greg  took  his  bride  and  went  to  Phoenix 


and  had  a  honeymoon  at  the  Camelback 
Inn  and  then  came  back  to  New  York 
where  he  moved  Greta  into  the  Town 
House  on  38th  Street,  rent  $85  a  month. 

It  was  there  that  Greg  and  Greta  really 
got  to  know  and  respect  each  other,  to 
learn  about  their  individual  quirks  and 
idiosyncrasies,  and  to  understand  them. 

No  matter  what  European  temptations 
beset  her  husband,  Greta  Peck  is  sure  that 
Greg  will  never  jeopardize  his  home.  He's 
always  wanted  one  too  much. 

He  was  only  three  when  his  own  par- 
ents separated,  and  he  spent  his  youth 
shuttling  from  grandmother  to  father  to 
mother  to  St.  John's  Military  Academy  to 
the  University  of  San  Diego,  and  finally 


Here's  a  casting  switch.  In  U-I's 
Sioux  Uprising,  Jeff  Chandler  plays  a 
white  man  instead  of  the  usual  Indian! 

Sidney  Skolsky  in 
Hollywood  Is  My  Beat 


to  the  University  of  California  at  Berkeley. 

When  finally  he  did  strike  it  fairly  rich 
in  Hollywood,  his  first  move  was  to  rent 
a  house,  not  an  apartment,  on  Sunset 
Plaza  Drive.  Then  very  quickly,  Greg 
bought  a  larger  house  on  Mulholland 
Drive  overlooking  the  city.  "I've  always 
liked  a  place,"  he  explains,  "where  I  can 
put  down  roots." 

When  the  children  began  arriving,  the 
Mulholland  house  was  too  small.  "So  we 
bought  another  one  out  near  Pacific  Pali- 
sades. That's  where  we  live  now,  and 
that's  where  our  children  are  very  happy. 
Except,"  Greta  Peck  adds,  "they  miss  their 
father.  And  I  miss  him,  too.  But  let's  face 
it,  he's  an  actor,  and  he's  got  a  job  to  do, 
and  he  wants  to  do  it  under  the  most  ad- 
vantageous conditions. 

"His  agent,  that's  MCA,  you  know, 
they've  been  great.  They  advised  him  on 
this  18-month  tour,  and  they  keep  getting 
him  all  these  offers.  As  you  probably  know 
when  we  first  came  out  here,  Greg  wasn't 
making  very  much  money.  When  he  did 
begin  earning  something  substantial,  he 
was  paying  as  much  as  80%  in  taxes. 

"In  going  to  work  overseas  he's  thinking 
of  his  family's  future  welfare,  and  I  don't 
think  anyone  can  blame  him  for  that." 

In  London,  Peck  is  trying  to  live  down 
all  those  stories  coupling  him  with  Hilde- 
garde  Neff,  the  beautiful  German  actress 
who,  during  the  war,  traded  her  last  blouse 
for  a  loaf  of  bread.  He  is  trying  to  soft- 
pedal  rumors  linking  him  to  Veronica  Pas- 
sanie, la  jeune  journaliste,  by  attending 
strictly  to  business. 

He's  been  told  his  reputation  among 
movie-fans  is  much  too  good  to  endanger, 
that  he's  worked  too  hard  and  too  long  to 
foul  up  his  career,  and  as  a  result  he's  de- 
termined to  lead  a  circumspect  existence 
although  it  certainly  won't  be  a  monastic 
one,  for  Greg  has  always  liked  the  girls; 
and  he's  not  going  to  deprive  himself  of 
feminine  companionship  completely. 

For  example,  on  his  way  to  Cannes  to 
attend  the  last  days  of  the  Film  Festival, 
he  stopped  off  in  Paris  to  see  Veronica 
Passanie,  although  the  French  press  said, 
without  naming  names,  that  "Gregory  Peck 
left  Paris  where  he  was  held  by  an  affair 
with  a  young  joumaliste  to  go  to  Cannes." 

T)etween  now  and  December  when  he 
returns  to  California,  you  may  still  hear 
about  Greg  and  Veronica  or  Greg  and  some 
other  European  beauty,  but  it  won't  be 
anything  too  serious. 

Eldred  Gregory  Peck  has  learned  his 
lesson.  He  is  promising  nothing  but  good 
company,  and  from  here  on  in,  he's  playing 
it  very  safe. 

"A  divorce,"  he  says,  "is  the  last  thing 
in  the  world  I  want."  And  he  means  it.  END 


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"It's  that  mysterious  thing 
called  technique  that  turns  the  trick," 
says  Mitzi  Gaynor.  Here  Hollywood's 
hottest  date-hait  tells  her  secret  of 
attracting  and  holding  a  man. 


Friends  are  for  fun,  not  advice. 


Take  my  word  for  it 


by  MITZI  GAYNOR,  star  columnist  for  August 


TO  ATTRACT  A  MAN  IS  ONE  THING,  but  then  comes 
the  important  part  of  a  girl's  life— the  how,  when 
and  whether  of  holding  him. 

Every  girl  has  her  successes,  every  girl  her  failures. 
Out  of  this,  in  the  exchange  of  knowledge  and  ex- 
perience, is  evolved  technique.  In  this  spirit,  and 
this  spirit  only,  I  offer  what  I  know  and  think. 

I  TACKLE  THE  PROBLEM  of  holding  a  man  (or  not 
holding  him)  from  the  first  instant  I  am  aware  of 
him.  If  I  am  at  a  party  and  a  man  makes  it  his 
business  to  meet  me  (and  provided  I  like  him),  what 
goes  on  in  my  head  is  something  like  this: 

What  was  I  doing,  what  was  I  saying,  the  first 
moment  he  saw  me?  What  angle  did  I  present  to 
him?  Did  he  see  me  from  the  side,  the  back,  the 
front.  Was  he  busy  with  someone  else  when  he  saw 
me  or  wasn't  he  doing  anything  anyway? 

Maybe  I  realize  that  when  he  first  saw  me  I  was 
in  an  unusually  gay  mood  and  he  may  have  the  im- 
pression that  I  am  just  a  mad  lighthead.  Since  I  like 
him  I  want  to  correct  that  idea.  Life  is  not  just  for 
laughs  as  far  as  I  am  concerned.  I  try  to  let  him 
know. 

Maybe  I  am  wearing  a  dress  of  a  certain  color  and 
I  feel  he  was  attracted  by  it.  Mister,  if  we  keep 
knowing  each  other  you  are  going  to  see  a  lot  of 
that  color.  I'll  remember.  That's  a  girl's  business. 

Maybe,  on  the  other  hand,  I  caught  him  turning 
his  head  to  look  at  me  when  I  happened  to  mention 
the  name  of  someone  important  (I  hate  name  drop- 
pers so  much  that  I  hate  myself  when  I  happen  to 
mention  anyone  who  comes  under  that  category).  So. 
That's  something  to  keep  in  mind.  It  may  not  be 
me  he  is  interested  in  .  .  .  but  the  fact  that  I  know 
somebody  he  wants  to  be  interested  in  him.  Well, 
he  can  find  some  other  way. 

WHAT  IS  THERE  ABOUT  HIM  THAT  I  LIKE?  Is  he  mak- 
ing sense  with  his  talk,  casual,  interesting  talk,  or  is  he 
just  talking  .  .  .  maybe  trying  to  impress  me?  What 
about  me?  Am  I  making  sense  in  my  talk,  et  cetera? 
Does  he  stack  up  like  a  double  A  date,  the  one  I'd 
like  to  dress  up  for  and  go  out  on  a  Saturday  or 
Sunday  evening?  Or  is  he  just  someone  I'd  like  to 
go  to  the  beach  with,  maybe  a  cocktail  party,  say 
.  .  .  but  not  the  all-out  boy  friend. 

The  fellow  any  girl  is  looking  for,  of  course,  is 
the  all-around  date,  the  one  you  would  have  fun 
with  going  anywhere,  doing  everything  or  even  doing 
nothing  .  .  .  just  being  with  him.  Until  a  girl  finds 
such  a  person  she  is  never  completely  happy  with 
any  man. 

Is  he  that  one?  How  do  you  judge?  By  a  feel- 
ing you  get,  of  course.  But  there  can  be  more.  By 


Gently  does  it  with  man  or  beast. 


Keep  an  eye  on  your  guy  at  all  times. 


I'm  a  flirt  and  don't  care  who  knows  it 


looking  and  listening  and  thinking,  by  being 
receptive  you  have  a  chance  to  find  out  about 
him.  And  that's  where  technique  comes  in. 
You  can  chase  off  the  right  man,  you  can  at- 
tract the  wrong  man,  by  not  handling  your- 
self right. 

THERE  WAS  A  TIME  I'D  BE  SO  NERVOUS  meet- 
ing a  new  man  I'd  make  the  same  mistake  a 
lot  of  girls  do,  talk  too  much,  and  drive  him 
away  ...  or  at  least  so  drown  him  in  my 
prattle  that  he  never  got  a  chance  to  give  a 
picture  of  himself.  I  learned  to  listen  ...  to 
listen  for  clues  about  the  fellow  ...  his  in- 
terests and  ambitions. 

I  remember  admiring  a  man  at  a  party  and 
then  learning  that  he  was  a  doctor.  I  thought 
to  myself  that  we  would  probably  have  little 
in  common.  Then  he  came  over  and  I  let  him 
talk.  Pretty  soon  he  was  saying  something 
intelligent  about  the  ballet,  something  he 
couldn't  very  well  say  unless  he  liked  the 
ballet.  "Ah!"  I  thought  to  myself.  "If  he 
likes  the  ballet  then  he  likes  music.  If  he 
likes  ballet  and  music  it  is  even  possible  that 
he  might  like  me  .  .  .  and  certainly  it  is  pos- 
sible that  we  have  a  common  meeting  ground 
for  our  interests.  .  .  So,  you  are  not  entirely 
pharmaceutical  (or  medicinal  or  whatever  it 
is)  my  handsome  medic !" 

That  overtalking  when  you  meet  someone 
new  can  be  fierce!  By  the  time  you  separate 
often  neither  remembers  names  or  anything 
said.  Maybe  you  could  have  had  a  nice  friend- 
ship but  you  goofed  it. 

I  TRY  HARD  NOT  TO  JUDGE  A  MAN  by  what 
one  or  two  people  may  say  about  him.  I  have 
learned  that  the  opinion  of  the  few  is  not 
reliable;  the  opinion  of  the  many  may  not 
always  be  right,  for  that  matter.  A  man  who 
is  strongly  individual  may  often  be  secretly 
resented  by  many  of  his  friends,  and  they  will 
unconsciously  (and  sometimes  deliberately)  re- 
veal this  feeling  by  their  remarks  and  attitude 
when  his  name  is  brought  up.  What  they  don't 
like,  however,  is  exactly  what  you  might  like ! 
A  strong  individual,  unless  he  is  hopelessly 
eccentric,  is  someone  a  girl  could  cotton  to  and 
be  very  happy  with:  Of  course,  being  indi- 
vidual and  just  trying  to  play  the  part  are  two 
different  things.  One  is  somebody,  the  other 
is  a  fake.  You  have  to  use  your  judgment  like 
anything ! 

THE  WORST  MISTAKE  A  GIRL  CAN  MAKE   is  to 

play  at  being  something  other  than  she  is. 
What's  the  point  of  putting  on  the  Grand 

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continued  from  page  85 

Look,  the  over-emphasied  manner,  unless  you 
never  want  to  see  the  fellow  you  are  meeting 
again.  Because,  you  can't  keep  it  up,  you 
know.  Sooner  or  later  you  are  going  to  revert 
to  your  usual  self  .  .  .  and  then,  flooey !  Where 
he  might  have  accepted  you,  and  liked  you, 
for  what  you  really  are,  it's  not  so  easy  to 
watch  you  sink  from  something  higher  to  your 
real  level.  He  might  still  like  you  .  .  .  but  with 
a  sense  of  loss  always  between  you. 

There  is  a  little  piece  of  advice  I  try  never 
to  forget  when  I  meet  someone  new  whom  I 
like:  "Don't  sell  yourself!"  You're  not  a  car! 
You  don't  have  to  demonstrate  all  your  good 
points  in  one  grand  demonstration.  The  idea 
is  not  to  make  him  go  home  and  add  you  up ! 
He's  not  looking  for  an  article.  He's  looking 
for  a  relationship  which  he  feels  can  develop 
and  grow  with  time.  A  pleasant  impression, 
something  he  may  not  even  be  able  to  define, 
is  the  perfect  start. 

THE  IDEAL  STATE  OF  AFFAIRS  IN  LOVE    as  far 

as  women  are  concerned,  would  come  about  if 
men  were  more  interested  in  women  than 
women  are  in  men.  Unfortunately  the  reverse 
of  this  is  true.  That's  just  the  way  it  is,  that's 
all.  This  means  that  the  girl  must  do  most 
of  the  thinking  in  any  romance.  By  your 
beauty  and  personality  you  have  attracted 
him,  but  so  help  me,  and  no  matter  how  beau- 
tiful you  are,  it's  by  your  thinking  that  you 
are  going  to  hold  him  in  the  long  run.  Let 
me  prove  it:  If  only  beauty  counted  the  re- 
lationship would  never  grow  much  past  what 
it  amounts  to  the  first  time  because  the 
strongest  impression  beauty  makes  is  usually 
the  first  one.  Beauties  don't  become  more 
beautiful;  they  can  look  more  beautiful  if, 
fortunately,  the  beauty  has  been  enhanced  by 
other  attractive  qualities  stemming  from 
character  and  acquired  knowledge.  A  girl  can 
grow  and  grow  in  a  man's  heart  by  what  she 
does  and  how  she  does  it;  seldom  by  the  fact 
that  she  looks  as  beautiful  today  as  yesterday. 

A  GIRL  WANTED  TO  INTRODUCE  HER  NEW  BOY 
FRIEND  to  her  own  crowd.  She  planned  a  party 
at  her  house.  And  she  used  her  head.  She  had 
him  come  a  half  hour  before  any  of  the  others 
were  due.  In  this  way  he  didn't  have  to  brace 
the  whole  bunch  of  them  at  one  time  by  walk- 
ing in  when  the  others  were  there.  Meeting  a 
roomful  of  people,  all  of  whom  know  each 
other  but  none  of  whom  know  you,  can  be  a 
bit  of  an  ordeal.  He  was  very  grateful  for 
this.  He  thought  his  girl  had  brains  and  a  fine 
social  sense.  These  are  qualities  a  man  would 
appreciate  in  a  wife.  It  didn't  hurt  her  a  bit. 
(Incidentally,  if  a  man  were  planning  to  in- 
troduce his  new  girl  to  friends  might  it  not  be 
better  to  do  the  reverse?  Let  her  come  when 
everyone  else  is  assembled  so  she  could  be  the 
queen  bee  and  make  a  grand  entrance?  Shows 
you  how  complicated  these  things  can  be.) 

Another  girl  I  know  liked  a  boy  very  much 
but  she  didn't  like  the  way  he  dressed.  Being 
intelligent  she  never  revealed  her  feeling.  In- 
stead she  complimented  him  every  time  he 
happened  to  wear  something  that  was  in  good 
taste.  Since  he  liked  her  he  liked  her  praise. 
Without  knowing  it  he  tried  for  more.  There 
was  only  one  way  to  do  this  ...  by  experi- 
menting with  his  clothes.  Gradually,  he  learned 
what  would  bring  a  pleased  look  to  her  eyes 
and  what  wouldn't. 


TO  THINK  A  LOT  ABOUT  YOUR  ROMANCE  with 
someone  does  not  mean  to  be  so  concerned 
about  it  as  to  let  it  become  unbalanced.  It 
seems  to  me  that  a  lot  of  girls  I  know  have  a 
two-cycle  phase  to  all  their  affairs;  1)  They 
go  round  and  round  madly  in  love,  2)  they 
go  round  and  round  horribly  miserable  because 
(they  think)  it  just  hasn't  gone  well.  Actually, 
they,  the  girls,  have  pulled  the  solid  underpin- 
ning away  from  under  themselves  by  being 
too  nervous  about  it  all. 

One  big  mistake  a  girl  can  make  is  to  be  a 
good  sport.  Men  take  good  sports  on  casual 
dates,  call  them  up  at  short  notice,  kid  around 
with  them — but  never  marry  them !  How  do 
you  become  a  good  sport?  By  letting  things 
ride,  by  being  afraid  to  cause  a  fuss  when  he 
has  committed  a  fault  or  is  otherwise  guilty 
of  failing  to  maintain  his  end  of  the  relation- 
ship properly.  If  you  have  gone  with  him  to 
a  gathering  of  his  friends  and  he  soon  deserts 
you  while  he  takes  up  old  issues  with  this  one 
or  that  one  .  .  .  that's  the  time  to  call  him 
on  it  right  away.  What's  the  use  of  overlook- 
ing this  sort  of  careless  attitude  to  you?  Is 
the  possibility  of  a  break-up  worse  than  the 
probability  of  a  lifetime  of  being  left  alone? 
A  major  change  of  attitude  is  required  here 
if  you  are  ever  going  to  be  happy  and  you  had 
better  find  out  right  away  if  he  is  capable  of 
making  this  change. 

A  MAN  SHOULD  NOT  BE  A  BRAGGART.   If  he  is 

he  is  deliberately  misrepresenting  himself  in 
an  important  matter  ...  a  friendship  that 
might  develop  into  a  lifelong  association.  A 
girl  is  always  conscious  of  a  man's  potential; 
will  he  have  character,  will  he  have  strength, 
will  he  make  a  place  for  her  in  the  world? 
She  is  conscious  of  it  because  there  is  an  im- 
portant role  she  must  play,  as  a  wife  and  a 
mother,  and  she  will  need  strong  support.  Can 
he  give  it?  Not  if  he's  a  liar  about  himself. 
Not  if  he  is  so  indulgent  about  his  mistakes 
that  he  laughs  them  off  and  expects  her  to 
do  the  same.  Not  if  he  is  so  self-centered  that 
he  rarely  can  see  her  point  of  view. 

HOW  DO  YOU  FIND  OUT  these  big  things  about 
a  fellow?  By  carefully  noticing  and  adding  up 
the  little  things. 

If  he  really  likes  you  he'll  be  interested  in 
what  you  like.  If  you  find  yourself  keeping 
many  things  to  yourself  that  ordinarily  you 
would  talk  about — it's  time  to  start  wonder- 
ing how  long  you  can  keep  it  up.  If  you  find 
yourself  going  again  and  again  to  places  which 
absolutely  have  no  appeal  to  you,  and  he  hasn't 
even  once  gotten  the  thought  that  this  might 
be  the  case  .  .  .  how  close  is  he  to  you,  how 
close  can  he  ever  be? 

I  DON'T  MEAN  THAT  A  GIRL  SHOULD  BE  CRASSLY 
INDEPENDENT  I  do  mean  that  she  should  be 
thoughtfully  analytical  ...  not  only  of  her 
feelings,  which  can  lead  you  God  forbid  where 
.  .  .  but  of  the  facts.  She  should  stand  aside 
and  look  at  herself  and  him  as  two  other 
people.  What  would  you  think  of  your  ro- 
mance if  your  friend  was  in  your  place? 
Would  you  see  things  about  yourself  that  you 
don't  see  now? 

A  wise  man  once  said  that  lovers  lie  to  each 
other  .  .  .  but  not  as  much  as  they  lie  to 
themselves. 

Is  true,  no? 


the  price  of  fame 

(Continued  from  page  36)  his  salary  has 
doubled  itself  several  times. 

Asked  if,  in  his  opinion,  he  has  gone 
Hollywood,  Tony  gestures  wildly.  "Gone 
Hollywood?  I  don't  know  what  it  means. 
I  really  don't.  I  guess  a  few  people  here 
go  off  their  rockers,  but  everybody  we 
know  is  a  down-to-earth  guy  who'd  rather 
go  to  a  picnic  than  a  premiere.  I  don't  say 
they'd  rather  go  back  to  being  poor — 
that'd  be  crazy — but  they  lead  sensible 
lives  within  their  incomes  and  they  don't 
think  they're  better  than  the  next  guy. 
What's  with  this  going  Hollywood  routine?" 

He  violently  defends  the  slightest  peck 
at  Hollywood's  collective  reputation,  and 
his  loyalty  is  both  commendable  and  un- 
derstandable. The  town  and  its  industry 
have  given  him  things  he  never  dreamed 
of  having,  and  to  slander  it  in  any  respect 
has  never  entered  his  mind. 

W7"  hen  he  first  arrived  in  Hollywood  four 
years  ago  he  wasn't  exactly  a  naive  kid. 
He  had  lived  a  tough  life  and  he  had 
spent  two  war  years  on  a  submarine.  He 
had  no  notions  about  the  streets  of  Holly- 
wood being  paved  with  gold.  He  viewed 
the  town  as  a  dream  world  where  success 
might  possibly  come  to  him,  but  he  came 
humbly,  knowing  that  his  own  talent  was 
only  a  drop  in  a  city  that  was  a  sea  of 
talent.  He  knew  that  there  is  no  equiva- 
lent, in  real  life,  of  the  Good  Ship  Lollypop. 

Nobody  paid  any  attention  to  him  at  first. 
He  was  just  another  cog  in  the  big  wheel. 
The  people  he  was  meeting  were  always 
going  places  but  they  never  asked  Tony  to 
go  along.  The  first  sign  of  his  acceptance 
came  when  they  began  jibbing  him.  Would 
he  go  to  the  prop  department  and  get 
the  left-handed  baseball?  Had  he  drunk 
any  water  from  the  Old  Iron  spring  on  the 
back  lot?  Tony  hadn't  been  born  yester- 
day. He'd  known  all  these  gags  from 
his  boyhood,  but  he  went  along  with  them 
to  please  the  gagsters.  He  figured  it  was 
a  small  enough  price  to  pay  for  their 
friendship.  He  found  his  closest  friends  in 
Frankie  Van,  who  runs  the  studio's  gym- 
nasium, and  a  couple  of  people  in  the  pub- 
licity department. 

He  was  content  with  this  life.  He  wanted 
to  better  his  career,  of  course,  but  the 
fact  that  he  wasn't  invited  to  the  swank 
parties  or  asked  to  hobnob  with  the  big 
shots  didn't  bother  him  in  the  least. 

And  then  it  began  to  happen.  The  pic- 
tures in  which  he'd  appeared  (most  of 
them  gave  him  no  more  than  a  few  lines 
of  dialogue)  were  seen  by  moviegoers, 
and  the  fan  mail  began  flooding  the  studio. 
The  executives  soon  knew  that  Tony's 
flash  popularity  required  his  being  given 
a  leading  role,  and  fast.  They  rushed 
through  the  script  of  The  Prince  Who  Was 
A.  Thief  and  put  him  in  the  title  role. 
Even  before  the  picture  began  shooting, 
things  began  to  change.  People  who  hadn't 
bothered  to  smile  at  him  before  now  gave 
him  a  big  hello  and  soon  were  including 
him  in  their  social  lives.  Tony  had  lived 
too  long  and  too  thoroughly  not  to  know 
that  the  new  attitude  was  because  he  was 
slated  for  the  big  time. 

'Tony's  name  landed  on  the  list  used  for 
-1  the  elegant  Hollywood  parties.  "Go  to 
them,"  said  some,  "it's  good  business." 
And  others  said,  "Don't  get  mixed  up  in 
that  rat  race.  When  you  start  climbing 
around  on  the  social  ladder  it's  a  cinch 
youll  be  accused  of  going  Hollywood." 

When  he  married  Janet  Leigh  the  flint- 
ier tongues  in  town  said  it  was  a  marriage 
of  convenience  for  Tony  because  of  the 
fact  that  Janet's  more  established  career 
would  help  his  own  to  climb  faster  and 


farther.  When  he  took  a  suspension  at 
his  studio  in  order  to  go  away  on  a  trip 
with  Janet,  he  was  accused  of  growing  too 
big  for  his  boots.  Every  time  he  asked 
for  a  raise,  they  said  his  ego  was  inflated. 

His  agent  criticized  his  clothes.  He 
shouldn't  wear  slacks  and  sweaters,  he 
shouldn't  wear  those  sharp  clothes  from 
New  York,  he  shouldn't  buy  suits  with 
those  wide  lapels.  To  emphasize  the  point, 
the  agent  took  an  armful  of  Tony's  clothes 
and  gave  them  away. 

Why,  people  wanted  to  know,  didn't  he 
lose  that  Bronx  accent?  Why  couldn't  he 
speak  English,  like  other  actors? 

Did  he  always  have  to  let  his  hair  flop 
over  his  forehead?  He  must  be  going 
Hollywood.  That  careless  lock  of  hair  was 
the  mark  of  the  affected  actor. 

People  he  had  never  seen  before  ap- 
proached him  and  invited  him  to  parties. 
"I'm  a  friend  of  Joe's.  You  remember  Joe. 
I'm  giving  a  little  soiree  Saturday  night 
and  I'd  appreciate  it  if  you'd  be  there  at 
eight." 

Why  didn't  he  buy  himself  a  Cadillac? 
Every  successful  movie  star  has  a  Cadillac. 
Why  did  they  live  in  that  little  one-bed- 
room apartment?  And  then  when  they 
moved  to  the  penthouse,  do  they  have  to 
have  a  penthouse?  Why  didn't  they  have 
a  baby?  Were  they  so  tied  up  with  Holly- 
wood and  their  careers  that  they  didn't 
want  children? 

"Don't  let  all  this  go  to  your  head,"  he 
was  told  by  veterans.  "Just  because  2,000 
girls  scream  when  you  come  out  on  a 
stage — well,  don't  let  it  go  to  your  head, 
that's  all." 

People  said  they  were  tired  of  seeing 
Tony's  picture  in  magazines,  that  every 
time  they  opened  one,  there  was  his  pic- 
ture looking  out  at  them.  He  must  be 
publicity  crazy,  they  said. 

A  GI  wrote  from  Korea.  "You  great 
American  dream,  you.  How  would  you  like 
to  switch  places  with  me?  I  sleep  every 
night  in  a  space  six  by  six  and  eat  out  of 
a  tin  can." 

He  went  into  a  restaurant,  and  the  peo- 
ple at  the  adjoining  table  nudged  each 
other.  "Look,  he  eats — just  like  everybody 
else." 

He  said  he  didn't  like  a  certain  actress. 
"You  shouldn't  say  that,"  they  told  him. 
"Five  years  from  now  you  might  be 
broke  and  you'll  be  glad  to  get  on  your 
knees  and  ask  her  to  help  you." 

When  he  was  on  a  stage  he  was  taunted 
by  hecklers.  They  were  always  men,  re- 
acting negatively  to  his  good  looks.  He 
appeared  in  a  newsreel  in  connection  with 
a  charity  function,  wearing  a  tuxedo  with 
a  string  tie,  and  the  hair  falling  over 
his  forehead,  and  an  all-male  groan  went 
up  from  the  audience. 

"W/"hile  the  cloying  compliments  and 
vv  jealous  criticisms  were  building  up  to 
such  pressure,  Tony  was  working  harder 
than  he  ever  had  in  his  life.  He  was  in 
one  picture  after  another  for  which  he 
had  to  learn  to  box,  to  fence,  and  to  per- 
form the  magic  tricks  of  Houdini.  He 
was  in  the  first  year  of  his  marriage,  a 
time  when  anyone  needs  peace  of  mind  for 
the  necessary  adjustment,  and  for  long 
weeks  he  was  tormented  by  his  father's 
serious  illness.  These  things  were  impor- 
tant, so  important  that  things  said  to  his 
face  or  behind  his  back  made  little  im- 
pression other  than  a  sense  of  tingling  an- 
noyance. But  every  time  he  paused  to  take 
a  breath,  the  flood  came  pushing  in  at  him. 

How  has  Tony  reacted  to  it  all? 

To  the  criticism  of  his  marriage,  his 
suspension  and  his  requests  for  more 
money,  he  reacted  by  vowing  to  break  a 
few  noses  around  town.  It  was  then  he 
had  his  first  lesson  in  controlling  his  tem- 
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true,  that  every  Hollywood  star  must  learn 
to  let  these  things  run  themselves  out.  If 
every  maligned  star  acted  on  his  impulses, 
there  wouldn't  be  a  straight  nose  in  town. 
Tony  didn't  cease  being  angry;  he  was  furi- 
ous and  rightly  so,  but  he  learned  the  first 
price  of  fame  in  this  day  and  age.  A  name 
in  the  news  cannot  risk  a  brawl  and  the 
resultant  bad  publicity  in  order  to  defend 
his  honor. 

He  went  only  to  the  parties  he  wanted 
to  attend.  These  were  given  by  his  and 
Janet's  friends,  of  whom  they  have  many, 
and  despite  outside  pressure  to  attend 
social  affairs,  Tony  steered  away  from 
them. 

As  for  his  clothes,  he  had  trouble  learn- 
ing about  them.  He'd  been  used  to  styles 
that  tended  toward  the  zoot  suit,  and  it 
was  difficult  for  him  to  tone  down  his  taste. 
By  now  he  has  learned  the  value  of  the 
dark  suit  and  conservative  tie,  but  once 
in  a  while  something  snaps  and  he  buys 
an  article  that  according  to  Wall  Street 
and  Sunset  Boulevard  is  all  wrong.  For 
the  first  time  in  his  life  he  has  enough 
money  for  gimmicks  and  his  natural 
exuberance  makes  him  want  to  dabble  in 
fads.  The  string  tie  with  the  tux  was  one 
of  these  things.  If  Tony  had  been  there 
in  the  theater  when  the  audience  groaned 
he  would  have  been  hurt. 

Concerning  his  hair — with  the  exception 
of  his  Navy  days  when  it  was  shorn  to  a 
crew  cut,  Tony  has  always  worn  it  rather 
long  and  it  has  always,  as  snapshots  will 
prove,  flopped  over  his  forehead. 

The  criticism  of  his  accent  at  first  be- 
wildered Tony  and  now  amuses  him,  for 
by  this  time  he  knows  the  answer.  He  is 
censured  because  his  speech  retains  the 
twang  of  the  Bronx,  yet  he  knows  full 
well  that  should  he  make  a  studied  effort 
to  deliver  Oxford  English  wrapped  in 
pear-shaped  tones,  he  would  be  the  butt 
of  even  more  criticism. 

TJe  learned  to  ignore  remarks  concern - 
A A  ing  his  finances.  He  didn't  buy  himself  a 
Cadillac  because  (a)  the  Buick  was  a  per- 
fectly good  car  and  (b)  he  couldn't  afford 
a  more  expensive  automobile.  For  the 
same  reason,  they  lived  for  a  year  in  a 
small  apartment.  Like  every  young  couple 
they  hope  for  a  home  of  their  own,  but 
instead  of  following  the  Hollywood  pattern 
wherein  newly  made  stars  buy  homes  be- 
yond their  income  before  the  ink  is  dry 
on  their  contracts,  Tony  and  Janet  lived 
in  crowded  quarters  in  order  to  save  for 
the  home  they  want.  They  moved  to 
the  penthouse  simply  because  they  needed 
a  bigger  place.  They  didn't  look  for  a  pent- 
house; the  apartment  they  liked  just  hap- 
pened to  be  one. 

They  do  want  children  but  they  are  both 
young,  and  wise  enough  to  plan  their 
family  in  a  manner  that,  when  the  chil- 
dren do  come,  they  will  have  a  more  nor- 
mal life.  Both  Tony  and  Janet  are  at  the 
beginning  of  their  careers,  and  as  is  usual 
in  Hollywood,  this  is  the  period  when  they 
are  working  the  most  steadily.  If  there 
were  a  baby  at  home  now  they  would 
seldom  see  it,  but  if  their  respective  careers 
follow  the  established  line,  two  years 
should  find  them  working  in  fewer  pic- 
tures. 

When  Tony  was  cautioned  against  conceit 
because  of  the  adulation  showered  on  him, 
he  shrugged.  "If  two  people  like  me,  that 
makes  me  happy.  That's  all  I  need.  If 
2,000  people  like  me,  that's  very  nice,  but 
the  difference  between  two  and  two  thou- 
sand doesn't  affect  me  at  all." 

The  hecklers  are  always  there,  but  they 
don't  bother  him.  He  knows  that  anybody 
in  the  public  spotlight  has  to  contend  with 
them,  whether  he  be  the  head  of  the 
Plumbers'  Union  or  the  President  of  the 
United  States.    A  few  of  these  hecklers 


got  close  to  Tony,  and  seeing  that  he  is 
extremely  capable  of  handling  his  fists, 
backed  down.  To  some  of  them  he  has 
said,  "You  look  like  a  nice  guy.  Why  do 
you  want  a  fight?"  And  the  resentment  has 
left  them  like  air  from  a  pricked  balloon. 

Somebody  once  consoled  Tony  concern- 
ing the  brickbats  by  telling  him,  "Nobody 
shoots  at  dead  eagles."  And  so  when  people 
go  out  of  their  way  to  be  rude,  when  peo- 
ple in  public  bump  into  him  on  purpose 
(one  girl  did  this  deliberately,  twice,  at 
the  time  Tony  was  on  crutches  because 
of  his  fractured  ankle),  he  knows  it  is 
only  because  they  are  envious  of  him  for 
one  or  many  reasons. 

None  of  the  slaps  have  made  him  quite 
so  angry  as  the  letter  from  Korea.  "Sure, 

Don  Taylor's  Santa  Monica  home 
has  bathrooms  papered  with  movie 
scripts  that  Don  has  done. 

I'm  sorry  he's  there,  but  it's  no  reason  to 
single  me  out  as  a  guy  who's  sleeping 
comfortably  in  a  feather  bed.  I  did  my 
stint,  and  I'd  have  been  happy  to  have  a 
room  six  by  six.  When  I  was  in,  I  slept 
on  a  torpedo.  I  wanted  in  the  worst  way 
to  write  that  guy.  I  wanted  to  tell  him 
that  I'd  have  switched  places  with  him 
when  I  was  in  and  he  was  back  here  doing 
his  geography  homework.  But  you  can't 
do  that  to  a  guy  who's  over  there  now.  I 
wish  I  could  tell  him  face  to  face  after 
he  gets  out." 

'"Fonys  honesty  is  one  thing  he  will  not 
-1-  surrender  to  his  career.  When  he  was 
told  he  shouldn't  speak  of  his  dislike  for  a 
particular  actress  he  said,  "Why  not?  Am 
I  a  block  of  wood?  Am  I  a  blessed  angel? 
Everybody  in  this  world  dislikes  at  least 
one  person,  and  I'd  be  a  hypocrite  if  I 
said  I  didn't." 

The  comments  that  he  is  over-publicized 
are  a  perfect  example  of  the  fact  that  no 
matter  which  way  a  star  faces,  he  is  pelted 
by  criticism.  When  actors  refuse  inter- 
views and  photographs  they  are  roundly 
scolded  by  the  press,  yet  when  they  co- 
operate to  the  fullest,  as  have  both  Tony 
and  Janet,  they  are  told  they  are  too 
obsessed  by  publicity.  Tony's  attitude  can 
best  be  explained  by  his  honest  statement 
to  a  Paramount  publicist  when  he  went 
to  that  studio  to  make  Houdini.  "WhenT 
ever  you  want  me  for  anything,  call  me 
up.  Day  or  night,  Sundays  or  holidays.  I 
know  I  didn't  get  where  I  am  through  my 
acting^  because  I  haven't  had  that  many 
pictures.  I  owe  it  all  to  the  press.  They 
started  me  off  and  by  now  they've  put  me 
in  a  spot  where  I  have  a  chance  to  prove 
I'm  an  actor." 

Needless  to  say,  he  is  a  favorite  of  the 
press,  who  have  always  found  him  cour- 
teous and  helpful.  When  he  and  Janet 
were  presented  last  December  with  the 
Golden  Apple  award  for  cooperation  by 
the  Hollywood  Women's  Press  Club  he 
said  simply,  "You  shouldn't  thank  me.  It's 
my  place  to  thank  you." 

'"Pony's  career  has  brought  him  great  hap- 
piness,  including  a  sound  and  wonder- 
ful marriage  with  Janet  and  a  star  on  his 
dressing  room  door.  The  temptations  and 
taunts  have  served  only  to  make  him,  out- 
wardly, a  little  more  subdued  than  he 
used  to  be,  but  inside  he  is  still  the  same 
effervescent  boy  who  wants  to  play  with 
the  world.  He  has  done  what  people 
wanted  him  to  do;  he  has  kept  his  head. 
And  he  proves  this  when  he  says,  and 
means  it,  "I  love  the  acting  game  and  I 
love  Hollywood,  but  if  it  ever  starts  mak- 
ing me  unhappy,  I'll  pack  my  toothbrush 
and  take  off.  I  can  always  do  something 
else  for  a  living."  end 


[  HOLLYWOOD 
ABROAD 

continued  from  page  78 

on  the  false  stuff."  One  of  Taylor's  European 
girlfriends,  the  dancer  Ludmilla  Tcherina,  has 
been  signed  by  Universal,  which  means  that 
Ursula  Thiess  is  going  to  have  some  competition 
when  Bob  returns,  probably  in  September. 
ANNE  BAXTER  touring  Europe  after  her  breakup 
with  John   Hodiak,   hasn't  had  the  European 
men  laying  seige  to  her  affections.  At  Cannes 
one  young  actor  explained  that,   "your  Miss 
Baxter  is  too  mental  for  Frenchmen.  She  gives 
me  the  feeling  that  she  wears  brass  knuckles 
on   her  tongue."    It.  is   also  true   that  Anne 
isn't  fantastically  wealthy.  She's  in  Munich,  now 
making  Carnival  with  Steve  Cochran. 
JEANNE  CRAIN's  salary  would  have  jumped  to 
$5,000  a  week  had  20th  Century  picked  up  her 
final  option.  Jeanne  asked  for  out  so  that  she 
could  go  to  England  to  star  in  Gentlemen 
Marry  Brunettes.  The  film  is  scheduled  to  get 
underway  on  July  15th  in  London  with  Jeanne 
receiving  $65,000  in  cash,  $25,000  in  escrow 
and  $5,000  for  European  expenses. 
ERROL  FLYNN  now  that  Patrice  Wymore  is  ex- 
pecting,  will   have  the  dubious   distinction  of 
having  fathered  four  children  by  three  different 
wives.  In  Italy  with  a  dozen  other  Hollywood 
stars,  Flynn  says  that  he  is  preparing  his  fourth 
made-in-ltaly  film,  William  Tell.  Back  in  Holly- 
wood, Nora  Haymes,  the  actor's  second  wife, 
claims  Errol  is  delinquent  in  his  support  pay- 
ments. His  first  wife  Lili  Damita,  who  has  never 
remarried,  claimed  the  same  thing. 
GENE  TIERNEY  who  sent  her  mother  back  to  the 
U.S.  so  that  she  could  spend  more  time  with 
Aly  Khan,  recently  spent  three  weeks  at  Aly's 
Irish  farm  in  County  Kildare.  Gene  and  Aly 
are  inseparable  all  over  Europe.  A  wedding 
announcement  should  be  forthcoming  very  soon. 
If  not,  friends  say,  Gene  will  be  the  most  dis- 
appointed young  woman  in  Europe. 
FRANCHOT  TONE  is  having  an  extremely  tough 
time  trying  to  collect  $65,666  on  an  insurance 
policy  from  Lloyd's  of  London.  Tone  claims  the 
company  owes  him  that  sum  for  accident  in- 
juries suffered  in  his  1951  fight  with  Tom  Neal 
over  the  affections  of  Barbara  Payton.  Lloyd's, 
on  the  other  hand,  alleges  that  Tone  was  in  "a 
state  of  intoxication  at  the  time,"  and  not  only 
provoked  the  fight  but  exposed  himself  to  "de- 
liberate and  exceptional   danger"   in  circum- 
stances barred  by  the  disputed  insurance  policy. 
SONJA  HENIE  a  money-wise  woman  if  ever  there 
was  one,  is  touring  Europe  with  what  she  calls 
her  Coronation  Ice  Revue.  Sonja,  who  is  worth 
a  minimum  of  $4,000,000,  travels  with  her  hus- 
band Winthrop  Gardner,  a  wardrobe  mistress, 
a  secretary,  a  hair  stylist,  and  her  own  cook. 
Only  member  of  this  entourage  who  encoun- 
ters any  trouble  is  the  cook.  Seems  that  the 
hotel  chefs  on  the  Continent  resent  him.  Sonja 
who  was  faced  with  a  $5,000,000  suit  when  the 
grandstand  collapsed  in  Baltimore  at  her  ice 
show,  has  won  the  case.  "If  I  had  lost,"  she 
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since  16,  confesses  she's  never  been  away  from  home  one  night  without 
her  mother  going  along.  "Mother  feels  a  girl  on  the  way  up  needs  protec- 
tion," says  Toni,  who's  also  a  Columbia  recording  star.  "I  love  to  have 
Mother  with  me.  She's  a  great  comfort  to  me.  She's  been  with  me  every  day 
of  my  show-business  life,  including  one-night  tours,  and  you  know  how 
tiring  they  are.  Her  only  interest  in  life  is  that  I  should  be  happy.  But 
she  doesn't  want  to  be  a  typical  stage  mother,  so  she  stays  in  the 
background.  She  doesn't  like  to  be  photographed  for  publicity  pictures. 
She  avoids  the  limelight.  And  if  I  ever  meet  somebody  nice  and  want  to 
go  out,  she  encourages  me.  She  tells  me  to  get  married  when  I  feel  it's 
right."  So  far,  Toni's  been  too  busy  singing  to  settle  down. 

behind  the  operation .*  Behind  Arthur  Godfrey's  decision  to  submit  to  surgery,  to  rebair  two 
jagged  hip  bones,  is  the  hope  he'll  be  able  to  stand  without  pain.  And,  almost  as  important 
is  his  eagerness  to  eliminate  the  wobble  in  his  walk— a  cause  for  much  scurrilous  talk  for  years 
A  lot  of  people  thought  I  was  half  crocked,"  Godfrey  savs.  "My  hip  wouldn't  allow  me  to 
mount  a  horse  properly.  Once,  at  a  horse  show,  after  I  was  helped  up,  the  word  spread  all 
over  town  that  I  had  been  too  drunk  to  get  on  alone." 

Arranging  for  the  operation  became  almost  a  high  state  secret.  Godfrey  rested  for  a 
week  in  Virginia,  but  not  at  his  farm— because  that  was  being  watched  by  fans  and  reporters. 

When  he  checked  in  at  the  Boston  hospital,  a  special  guard  system  was  set 
up  to  protect  him  from  too-eager  fans.  Before  the  operation,  Godfrey  had 
received  more  than  20,000  messages  of  good  cheer,  and  newspapers  ran 
editorials  and  cartoons  lauding  him.  The  hospital  was  flooded  with  mail 
and  tourists,  much  to  the  delight  and  amazement  of  the  hospital's  publicity 
woman.  Other  hospitals  tried  frantically  to  persuade  Godfrey  to  change  his 
plans  and  use  their  facilities.  Newspapers  demanded  exclusive  bedside 
interviews,  and  harassed  hospital  officials. 

In  New  York,  CBS  revamped  its  publicity  setup  on  Godfrey.  Walter 
Murphy,  Godfrey's  press  agent  the  past  few  years,  was  dropped  and  Mel 
Spiegel  brought  in.  Spiegel  hopes  to  persuade  Godfrey  to  be  at  least  occa- 
sionally available  for  press  interviews. 

kLEAAT'!  «rTAW,AY:^ith  tW°  CarS  in  the  garage  (one  from  Frank  Si^tra  and  one  from 
his  TV  staff),  Jackie  Gleason  decided  to  do  something  about  it:  so  he  took  driving  lessons  and 
got  his  license.  Now  he  drives  out  to  his  rented  mansion  in  suburban  Sands  Point,  L  I, 
almost  nightly  'I'm  getting  sleep  for  the  first  time  in  20  years,"  he  explains.  He  wanted  to 
put  in  a  lot  of  swimming,  but  discovered  that  the  water's  polluted.  So  he's  buying  a  boat. 

The  year  before,  he  rented  a  house  in  Stony  Brook.  "But,  bv  the  time  you 
walked  out  beyond  the  rocks,  you  were  too  far  out  to  throw  back  vour 
1  sneakers."  Jackie's  also  planning  to  get  in  some  golfing,  now  that  his 
Sands  Point  house  is  only  a  couple  blocks  from  golfer  Perry  Como's  house. 

Eddie's  tank:  When  Eddie  Fisher  returned  to  civilian  life,  at  the  New 
York  Paramount  Theater,  the  dressing  room  windows  were  closed  tight 
and  an  oxy&n  tank  supplied  fresh  air.  The  reason  was  that  Eddie  suffered 
from  a  bronchial  infection  he  picked  up  in  a  London  fog,  while  still  in 
the  Army.  A  couple  of  weeks  later,  Eddie  did  collapse  from  overwork 
but  recovered  in  time  to  make  his  London  Palladium  booking,  as  scheduled 
Incidentally,  Eddie's  publicity  staff  is  playing  down  the  romance  angle  on  the  theory  that 


Eddie  was  in  the  Army  two  years  and  coiddn't 
very  well  have  had  time  for  dates  with  star- 
lets. 

herb's  many  motors:  Herb  Shriner.  a  hot  rod 
and  foreign-car  bug,  is  commercializing  on  his 
hobby.  He's  run  two  big  motor  sports  shows 
in  New  York,  and  managed  not  to  lose  money. 
Right  now,  Herb  has  cut  down  on  his  motor 
toys.  He  owns  only  a  Phantom  Corsair 
(S8,000.  custom-made)  ;  a  custom-built  1934 
Packard  sport  car;  and  his  baby  car,  a  Play- 
boy roadster.  He  also  has  a  30-foot  sloop, 
anchored  at  Port  Washington.  L.  I.  And,  oh 
yes.  he  still  owns  a  custom-built  landcruiser. 
a  small  home-on-wheels  and  not  a  trailer. 
This  car,  renamed  the  Safari,  is  being  manu- 
factured, at  56,000  each. 

dikah's  not-so-secret  secret:  Dinah  Shore 
and  George  Montgomery  visited  New  York 
for  the  first  time  in  a  year  and  a  half.  They 
saw  a  lot  of  shows,  and  insisted,  "We  didn't 
see  one  bad  one."  Dinah  went  to  Washington 
to  sing  before  President  Eisenhower.  George  is 
still  chuckling  over  the  way  Dinah  was  tricked 
into  appearing  on  This  Is  Your  Life,  believing 
she  was  to  work  with  Eddie  Cantor.  "I  knew 
about  it  for  four  weeks,"  George  says.  "She, 
in  turn,  thought  she  was  keeping  from  me 
the  fact  she  was  going  to  guest  on  Cantor's 
show." 

bette  said  no:  Ed  Sullivan  tells  how  he  visited 
Bette  Davis  backstage  to  persuade  her  to  do 
her  Tallulah  satire  on  his  CBS-TV  show,  for 
a  S10.000  fee.  She  agreed,  and  then  phoned 
him  the  next  day  to  say:  "Don't  argue  with 
me,  but  I  can't  do  the  Tallulah  number.  I 
don't  think  enough  people  know  who  she  is." 
Sullivan  protested,  and  Bette  replied:  "'As  for 
the  510,000,  forget  it.  I  can't  do  it." 

Sullivan  says,  ''The  greatest  person  who's 
ever  appeared  on  my  TV  show  since  I  started 
it,  is  Helen  Hayes." 

white-haired  nell:  E or  a  long  time,  Neil 
Hamilton  used  to  leave  Hollywood  Screen  Test 
rehearsals  to  hurry  off  to  the  Royalton  Bar- 
ber Shop  every  week.  Finally,  writer  Alton 
Alexander  asked,  "Do  you  get  a  hair  cut  every 
week?"  Hamilton  explained,  "No.  But  my 
hair's  white,  and  I  have  to  touch  it  up  every 
week."  Hamilton  no  longer  goes  to  the  bar- 
ber's weekly.  Apparently,  he's  learned  to  touch 
up  his  hair  by  himself. 

no  romance  for  joni:  Joni  James,  whose 
career  is  zooming,  complains  she  hasn't  had  a 
day  off  since  September.  A  girl  who's  always 
had  a  lot  of  beaus,  she  has  decided  to  con- 
centrate on  her  career.  "I've  dated  one  boy  for 
a  long  time,  and  I'm  very  fond  of  him,"  she 
says,  "but  I  wouldn't  know  what  to  do  with 
a  husband  and  a  career  at  this  point.'' 

bettv's  daughter:  Betty  Furness'  13-year-old 
daughter,  Barbara,  wants  to  go  into  show 
business.  She's  going  to  camp  this  summer 
and  studying  dramatics.  In  a  year  or  two, 
she'll  become  an  apprentice  in  summer  stock, 
with  Mamma's  approval.  Betty  thinks  sum- 
mer stock  is  perfect  for  Barbara:  "A  year  or 
two  of  apprentice  work  is  really  good.  If  you 
have  any  real  interest  in  it,  you  can  watch 
the  actors  develop  their  parts.  It's  also  a  lot 
of  fun." 

la  rosa's  trip  west:  Julius  La  Rosa  plans  to 
take  a  month  off  from  the  Godfrey  show  this 


summer  for  a  slow  motor  trip  to  Hollywood 
and  back.  "The  furthest  west  I've  ever  been 
was  Hot  Springs.  Ark.,  and  that  was  when 
I  was  in  the  Navy,"  he  says.  "I  want  to  see 
the  Grand  Canyon,  Salt  Lake  City,  the  Mo- 
jave  Desert,  and  Hollywood.  One  of  my 
Brooklyn  buddies  will  go  with  me." 

janis  carter  moves  to  n.  y.:  Janis  Carter, 
after  making  36  movies  in  seven  years  in 
Hollywood,  has  settled  down  in  New  York. 
She's  leased  the  big  penthouse  apartment 
formerly  occupied  by  Margaret  Sullavan,  and 
says  she's  making  TV  her  new  career.  She's 
been  doing  the  Revlon  commercials  and  guest- 
ing on  panel  shows,  displaying  a  bright,  glib, 
erudite  personality.  She's  living  alone,  with  her 
17-month-old  miniature  dachshund,  Liebchen. 
She  insists  there's  no  big  romance  in  her  life 
at  the  moment — but  I  don't  believe  it. 

hero  of  the  smart  set:  Gabby  Hayes  and 
his  beard  went  to  the  Colony  Club  for  lunch. 
And,  although  celebrities  are  a  dime  a  dozen 
at  the  snooty  Colony,  a  dozen  mink-coated 
ladies  begged  Gabby  for  his  autograph.  Gabby 
says  it's  the  same  thing  when  he  goes  to  the 
Metropolitan  Opera:  "I  get  more  requests 
for  autographs  than  when  I'm  in  a  lunch 
wagon."  Gabby 's  XBC-TY  show  is  such  a 
success,  Gabby  has  settled  in  New  York  for 
good,  moving  into  an  apartment  in  snazzy 
Sutton  Place.  His  wife.  Dorothy,  ill  much  of 
iast  winter,  is  much  better. 

nancy  guild  does  everything :  Nancy  Guild, 
with  her  husband  and  daughter  Liz,  is  sum- 
mering in  France.  When  they  return,  she  will 
resume  her  courses  at  Hunter  College,  New 
York.  She's  going  for  a  BA.  degree,  majoring 
in  philosophy  and  psychology,  and  says  she 
won't  drop  her  Where  Was  I?  show  on  TV. 
She  says  she  can  raise  a  family,  run  a  house- 
hold, pursue  a  career,  finish  an  education — 
and  still  manage  to  look  like  17 — "because  I 
like  what  I'm  doing." 

clarabelle  is  a  new  man  :  With  practically 
no  one  knowing  it,  the  clown  on  Howdy 
Doody's  show,  Clarabelle,  -has  been  changed. 
The  new  one  is  Bob  Nicholson,  who  once  con- 
ducted the  Buffalo  Philharmonic  Orchestra 
and  who  has  settled  in  Larchmont.  X.  Y.,  with 
his  wife  and  two  children.  Clarabelle  was 
originally  an  XBC  male  usher,  brought  in  to 
keep  the  kids  quiet  during  the  show.  Speaking 
lines  would  have  classified  him  as  an  actor 
and  made  it  necessary  to  be  paid  an  actor's 
union  salary.  So  he  was  kept  silent  and  put 
in  a  clown's  costume. 

romance:  hot  and  cold:  Lisa  Ferraday  and 
TV  furrier  Milton  C.  Herman  are  going  steady 
.  .  .  Jack  and  Joan  Carter  have  finally  split, 
and  agreed  on  a  settlement  .  .  .  Sydney  Smith 
and  Perry  Como's  producer,  Lee  Cooley,  have 
divorced  .  .  .  The  Donald  Richards  marriage 
ended  up  in  divorce,  too  .  .  .  Rosemary  Clooney 
and  Jose  Ferrer  do  their  romancing  in  hot 
jazz  joints  .  .  .  Sally  Forrest  returned  to  Holly- 
wood to  sell  their  home,  while  husband  Milo 
Frank,  CBS  executive,  is  readying  their  new 
Sutton  Place  apartment  in  New  York.  Her 
delay  in  returning  to  New  York  has  launched 
the  rumor  that  the  Franks  are  having  a  trial 
separation  .  .  .  Milton  Berle  gave  a  big  dia- 
mond brooch  to  Ruth  Cosgrove  the  day  before 
her  birthday,  and  a  surprise  party  in  his  home 
the  night  of  her  birthday,  May  14.  He's  been 
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{Continued  from  page  46)  Paul  and  Jan 
took  out  their  bankbooks,  studied  their 
balance,  and  made  an  offer  of  $60,000. 

elvyn  Douglas  accepted,  and  Paul  and 
-L*J-  Jan  moved  in. 

"I  can't  tell  you  how  happy  we  were," 
Jan  says  in  retrospect,  "to  get  the  house. 
It  answers  all  our  needs.  I  remember 
when  we  first  started  looking  for  a  place. 
Paul  and  I  both  felt  that  we  didn't  want 
to  live  so  far  from  town  that  we  had  to 
spend  two  hours  every  day  driving  back 
and  forth  from  work.  Also  if  after  dinner 
we  wanted  to  go  into  town,  well,  we  didn't 
want  another  long  trek. 

"What  we  wanted  was  a  place  with 
trees,  privacy,  and  a  feeling  of  country 
living  not  too  far  away  from  our  work." 

That  these  demands  were  difficult  to 
meet,  Paul  and  Jan  learned  quickly. 

"What  you  want,"  one  real  estate  agent 
told  them,  "is  a  country  house  a  couple 
of  miles  from  Times  Square." 

It  so  happens  the  Douglases  got  the 
California  equivalent.  One  night  the  phone 
rang,  and  Paul  lurched  for  it.  After  a  few 
minutes  he  turned  to  Jan  and  said,  "The 
Melvyn  Douglas  house  is  up  for  sale." 

Jan  Sterling  reacted  like  a  girl  who 
has  just  been  given  a  hotfoot. 

"I  know  that  house,"  she  said.  "I  know 
it  well.  Melvyn  invited  me  home  for  din- 
ner one  time." 

Paul  Douglas  arched  his  eyebrows.  "Did 
you  say  one  time?" 

"Don't  be  silly,  Paul.  We  were  playing 
in  something  called  Three  Blind  Mice.  It 
must  have  been  ages  ago.  and  he  said,  'Why 
don't  you  come  up  to  the  house  for  din- 
ner?' and  I  said,  'Sure.'  And  I  remember 
I  loved  it." 

"Loved  what?" 

"The  house,  you  goon.  Really,  Paul,  if 
it  s  not  too  expensive  or  too  run  down,  let's 
buy  it." 

"Let's  buy  it.  Just  like  that,  eh?  First " 
said  Mr.  Paul  Douglas,  "I'll  have  to  look 
at  it." 

The  Douglas  house  looks  much  larger 
than  it  really  is.  Actually,  it  boasts  only 
seven  rooms,  but  they  sprawl  over  two 
levels  of  terraced  hillside. 

A  three-car  garage,  a  store  room  with 
work  bench,  and  what  is  now  Paul's  office 
occupy  the  first  level.  From  here  a  brick 
walk  leads  to  the  picturesque  front  door 
on  the  second  level. 

Inside  on  the  higher  level  you  find  a 
book-lined  living  room,  a  spacious  dining 
room,  a  large  kitchen,  and  four  bedrooms. 

Soon  after  they  plunked  down  their 
hard-earned  $60,000  and  moved  in,  Paul 
and  Jan  sensibly  decided  that  they  didn't 
need  four  bedrooms,  so  they  remodeled 
one  of  the  smaller  ones  into  a  dressing 
room  for  Paul  who  happens  to  be  a  most 
fastidious  dresser. 

u  "I  was  getting  pretty  tired,"  Jan  says, 
of  listening  to  Paul's  cracks  about  how 
my  clothes  took  up  all  the  closet  space. 
Now  he  has  a  whole  walk-in  closet  for 
himself.  People  sometimes  mistake  it  for 
Grand  Central." 

Another  bedroom  has  been  turned  into 
what  the  Douglases  call  "the  televiewing 
room. '  Paul  used  to  be  a  crack  snorts  an- 
nouncer, so  that  it's  only  natural  for  him 
to  spend  much  of  his  spare  time  in  this 
ro°m  watching  fights  and  ball  games. 

A  third  bedroom  is  decorated  in  shades 
of  pink,  and  it's  set  aside  for  Paul's  10- 
year-old  daughter,  Maggie,  (child  by  his 
third  marriage)  who  comes  to  visit  on 
weekends  and  vacations. 

Their  master  bedroom  is  a  large  com- 
fortable rectangle  with  deeply  recessed 
windows  and  the  door  leading  to  swim- 
ming pool  and  brick  patio. 


Right  here,"  Paul  says,  "is  where  we 
do  most  of  our  living.  That's  why  we've 
furnished  it  like  a  small  sitting  room 
books,  paintings,  things  like  that.  We  eat 
breakfast  on  the  coffee  table  and  when 
we  re  not  working,  we  spend  lots  of  time 
m  this  room  just  gabbing  and  reading." 

Jans  feelings  about  the  bedroom  are 
similarly  enthusiastic.  "It's  a  wonderful 
spot  to  wake  up  in,"  she  explains.  "It  re- 
minds me  an  awful  lot  of  the  rooms  I  knew 
when  I  was  a  little  girl." 

Ian  Sterling  is  one  "little  girl  who  grew 
up  to  be  an  actress"  who  had  a  happy 
childhood,  also  money. 

From  the  time  she  was  eight  until  she 
was  14,  her  family  lived  in  the  Passy  sec- 
tion of  Paris,  then  in  the  fashionable  sec- 
tion of  London  called  Chelsea. 

In  both  of  these  gracious  European 
homes  the  rooms  had  high  ceilings,  re- 
cessed windows,  and  cozy  window  seats. 
Each  bedroom  offered  a  fireplace  with  a 
beautiful  marble  mantelpiece,  which  ex- 
plains why  Jan  persuaded  her  husband 
into  letting  her  do  the  bedroom  in  a  modi- 
fied Victorian  decor  whereas  the  remain- 
der of  the  house  is  contemporary. 

"When  Jan  wanted  to  buy  some  old 
bibelots,"  Paul  points  out,  "like  these 
glass-enclosed  flowers  on  the  mantel,  I 
balked  like  a  roped  steer.  Then  when  she 
got  'em  in  the  house— well,  they're  kind 
of  charming,  don't  you  think?" 

Paul's  contribution  to  the  interior  dec- 
oration of  his  favorite  room  consists  of 
the  paintings.  Here  again,  to  look  at  Paul, 
you  wouldn't  think  it,  but  for  many  years 
he's  been  an  art  collector.  He  owns  pic- 
tures by  Jean  Dufy  (Raoul's  brother) 
Agna  Enters,  Bonbois,  Edgard,  and  many 
others.  Several  of  these  artists  are  friends 
of  his.  In  fact  one  of  the  most  valuable  of 
his  paintings  is  a  portrait  of  the  actor 
done  by  Abe  Birnbaum.  Abe  painted  it 
one  evening  on  a  plank  of  wood  using 
oils  from  the  tubes  and  a  fountain  pen. 

Douglas  also  had  a  hand  in  selecting 
colors  for  the  master  bedroom.  The  boys 
at  Toots  Shor's  may  kid  him  about  this, 
but  it  was  he  who  went  for  the  buttercup 
yellow  walls,  the  green  rug,  blue  couch, 
the  coral  and  pink  pillows. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  one  of  the  most  dis- 
tinguishing features  of  the  Douglas  home 
is  that  the  owners  showed  courage  in 
colors  and  open-mindedness  in  their  choice 
of  furnishings. 

"When  we  first  bought  the  house," 
Douglas  recalls,  "all  Jan  and  I  had  in  the 
way  of  furnishings  was  books,  clothes, 
paintings,  and  more  books.  So  we  rented 
the  furnishings  that  came  with  the  house 
for  six  months.  We  thought  six  months 
was  plenty  of  time  in  which  to  buy  fur- 
nishings, but  then  we  got  busy.  We  did 
some  pictures,  then  we  flew  to  Korea  to 
entertain  the  troops,  and  before  we  knew 
it  our  six  months  was  up.  We  went  down 
to  W.  &  J.  Sloane's,  and  it  took  us  all 
day  to  buy  a  double  bed  and  a  dining 
room  table.  We  also  had  to  wait  for  de- 
livery. I  then  realized  that  what  we  needed 
was  some  one  who  could  get  into  the  house 
and  decorate  it  well  and  tmickly.  Some 
friends  of  ours  recommended  Lillian 
Schary  Small.  She  turned  out  to  be  the 
answer  to  all  our  problems." 

Mrs.  Small  is  the  sister  of  Dore  Schary, 
head  of  MGM  production  and  she  com- 
mands the  same  competence  in  her  field 
as  her  brother  does  in  his.  She  talked  over 
the  decorating  ideas  the  Douglases  had. 
She  made  a  few  suggestions  of  her  own, 
and  within  a  few  weeks,  Paul  and  Jan  were 
well  into  having  a  finished  home. 

THE  house   has  ideal   architecture  for 
California  living,  large  windows,  doors 
that  open  onto  gardens  and  terraces,  so 
the  only  basic  changes  Lillian  Small  sug- 


gested  were  in  painting  the  interior  walls. 
The  original  color  scheme  had  been  a 
dullish  grey.  Lillian  suggested  lively  colors. 
The  living  room  was  painted  pink  and  in 
this  rose-tinted  shell,  an  apple-green 
couch  was  placed  along  with  orange  chairs 
and  a  white  rug. 

Most  of  the  fabrics  and  furniture 
throughout  the  house  are  modern  but 
among  the  contemporary  pieces,  the 
Douglases  have  wisely  introduced  antiques 
and  imports  which  add  a  change  of  pace 
to  the  decor  and  lends  an  air  of  excitement. 

One  of  the  imports  is  a  three-panel 
Japanese  screen  that  Douglas  found  in 
Tokyo  on  the  way  back  from  his  first 
Korean  junket.  The  screen  is  used  to 
camouflage  their  record  unit.  Another 
unusual  importation  is  a  tall  iron  and 
brass  French  bread  rack.  Such  racks  are 
still  used  in  French  bakeries  for  cooling 
and  storing  long  thin  loaves  of  bread. 
The  Douglases  use  it  for  magazines. 

The  twin  alabaster  lamps  on  either 
side  of  the  living  room  couch  are  antique 
urns  that  Lillian  Small  found  in  a  little 
shop  in  West  Los  Angeles  and  had  wired 
for  electricity.  The  matching  armchairs 
came  from  an  antique  shop  in  Phila- 
delphia. Jan  spotted  them  from  a  taxi 
window  and  made  the  driver  stop.  Paul 


gave  her  the  money  for  the  purchase  and 
she  dashed  in  and  bought  them. 

The  black  and  gold  chairs  and  table  in 
the  dining  room  are  modern  copies  of 
Chinese  Chippendale.  Paul  and  Jan  bought 
these  at  Sloane's  and  then  had  the  seats 
recovered  in  bright  orange  to  sustain  the 
color  theme  of  the  living  room.  The  furni- 
ture is  rather  ornate  so  that  the  rest  of  the 
room  has  purposely  been  kept  simple,  a 
bare  plank  floor,  tailored  draperies,  and 
no  lighting  fixtures  except  the  indirect 
light  in  the  ceiling. 

Paul  loves  this  room  because  it  opens 
onto  the  garden  and  in  the  garden  there's 
a  bullfinch  in  the  olive  tree  who  serenades 
the  Douglases  at  dinner  each  evening. 

"It's  really  a  great  house  to  come  home 
to,"  Paul  says  with  a  sigh  of  contentment, 
"and  we  bought  it  because  it  was  so  close 
to  the  studios.  The  only  thing  is  that  I've 
now  been  asked  to  work  in  studios  that 
are  located  in  Rome,  Paris,  and  London." 

Right  now  Paul  and  Jan  are  living  in 
England  where  Paul  is  finishing  up  a 
British  film  entitled  All  In  The  Same  Boat. 

"The  nice  part  about  making  pictures 
overseas,"  he  says,  "is  that  it  makes  you 
appreciate  your  home,  especially  the  kind 
of  home  we've  got."  END 


can  shelley  hold  vittorio? 

(Continued  from  page  41)  interesting  to 
see  his  telephone  bills  to  her.  I'll  make  a 
bet  they  were  under  two  figures. 

I  don't  want  to  sound  too  hard  on  Vit- 
torio, especially  as  he  did  finally  return  to 
Hollywood  when  Metro  recalled  him  to  do 
Rhapsody  here  with  Elizabeth  Taylor.  Also 
the  European  attitude  towards  women  isn't 
the  same  as  ours.  When  a  female  over 
there  promises  to  "Obey,"  the  males  take 
it  literally.  The  tempestuous  Shelley,  who 
doesn't  know  how  to  obey,  has  always  been 
a  doormat  for  Vittorio,  whom  she  respects 
almost  to  the  point  of  seeming  to  fear  him. 

When  he  was  delayed  a  week,  after  he'd 
promised  faithfully  to  be  here  to  get  his 
first  look  at  their  daughter— and  of  course 
she  had  screamed  the  news  to  everyone — 
the  chagrined  Shelley  didn't  take  it  out  on 
him.  She  called  Mrs.  Charles  Vidor  and 
bawled  hell  out  of  her,  complaining  that 
Charlie  was  deliberately  shooting  unneces- 
sary location  shots  with  Vittorio  in  Italy. 
After  an  hour's  tirade,  Doris  slammed  the 
phone  in  Shelley's  ear.  Vidor  is  a  good  di- 
rector, but  he  can't  control  the  weather, 
and  it  was  rain  that  delayed  the  unimpa- 
tient  father  of  Shelley's  baby. 

The  handsome  Italian  is  analytical  and 
reserved  by  nature.  Co -actors  who  worked 
with  him  when  he  made  The  Glass  Wall 
tell  me  that  the  reason  he  didn't  come 
across  as  a  sympathetic  person  in  the  pic- 
ture, is  that  he's  too  cold  and  contained. 
Never  shows  any  emotion.  Maybe  that's 
why  he  was  so  excellent  as  the  heavy  in 
Bitter  Rice.  Actually  Vittorio  hasn't  made 
a  good  picture  yet  in  this  country,  al- 
though I  understand  he's  great  in  his  own 
language,  and  is  rated  Italy's  No.  1  actor. 

It's  one  of  those  unexplained  mysteries 
why  Shelley  and  Vittorio  fell  in  love  with 
each  other  in  the  first  place.  I've  never 
known  two  people  who  seem  to  have  less 
in  common.  Opposites  are  supposed  to  at- 
tract each  other,  but  these  two  seem  so  far 
apart,  emotionally  and  in  every  day  inter- 
ests, they're  not  even  on  the  same  planet. 

You'd  think  they'd  have  acting  in  com- 
mon. But  they're  further  away  on  this 
than  anything  else.  Shelley  believes  that 
acting  is  a  cerebral  process — that  you  can 
only  play  a  role  by  thinking  and  believing 
you  are  that  person.  She  reads  everything 
there  is  to  know  about  the  character  she 


has  to  portray.  Vittorio  says  acting  is  in- 
stinct— that  you  merely  have  to  learn  some 
technique,  then  let  yourself  go. 

Vittorio  is  reticent.  Shelley  is  a  noisy 
exhibitionist.  She  lets  you  know  every- 
thing she's  ever  done,  is  doing,  or  is  going 
to  do.  But  you  never  know  what  Vittorio 
is  even  thinking. 

The  baby!  I  never  met  a  mother  who 
wasn't  delighted  to  be  expecting.  But 
we  heard  every  little  ache,  every  little  flap- 
ping of  the  stork's  wings.  We  can  tell  you 
to  a  dime  how  much  it  cost  her.  And  it's 
really  cute  the  way  Shell  always  just  hap- 
pens to  have  30  or  40  snaps  of  the  baby  on 
her.  One  thing's  for  sure,  she'll  make  a 
wonderful  mother.  But  I  never  saw  a  less 
palpitating  papa  than  Mr.  Gassman.  Any- 
thing he  feels  for  that  child,  and  I  have  no 
evidence  to  prove  that  he  doesn't  feel 
strongly  for  his  daughter,  is  buried  deep 
behind  his  unemotional  facade. 

Take  the  difference  in  the  way  they 
dress.  In  the  early  days  after  the  elope- 
ment, she  was  very  concerned  about  get- 
ting him  American  clothes.  But  he  didn't 
like  them  and  preferred  his  tailor  in  Italy. 
Apparently  he  didn't  think  she  dressed  so 
well  herself.  And  I  sometimes  think  it 
was  just  as  well  for  their  marriage  that 
Vittorio  didn't  see  the  weird  and  un-won- 
derful  ensembles  worn  by  Shelley  while 
she  awaited  motherhood.  I'll  never  forget 
one  particular  get-up — a  black  velvet  tam- 
my at  the  back  of  her  blonde,  untidy  hair, 
black  velvet  pants — since  when  have  pants 
been  good  maternity  wear? — and  that  old, 
long  polo  coat.  And  can  you  tell  me  one 
good  reason  why  a  woman  who  is  expect- 
ing a  baby,  should  not  use  lipstick  in  pub- 
lic? Shelley  didn't  use  a  smudge  of  it. 

But  now  she's  improving  in  the  dress 
department.  I  understand  the  black  pants, 
tarn,  et  al.,  were  burned  before  Vittorio 
returned.  I  don't  know  whether  it  was 
love  for  Vittorio,  or  her  press  agent's  prod- 
ding, but  anyway,  she  went  to  Don  Loper 
to  buy  quite  a  glamorous  evening  gown, 
and  to  Juel  Park,  the  swank  lingerie  shop 
in  Beverly  Hills,  to  get  some  sexy  under  - 
things  for  her  Gassman's  gaze.  So,  she's 
trying,  and  you  can  bet  she'll  try  harder 
to  hold  the  man  she  loves  "not  wisely,  but 
too  well." 

Vittorio  is  the  only  person  who  can  make 
Shelley  shut  up.  I'm  sure  she  doesn't  mean 
to  scream  so  much,  she  just  gets  carried 


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away  with  enthusiasm  for  whatever  it  is 
shes  selling  at  the  moment.  But  she  em- 
barrasses Vittorio.  Like  the  time  she  gave 
the  party  at  Naples,  after  she  had  spon- 
sored his  stage  show  at  the  Circle  Theater. 
She  was  yelling  around,  shouting,  "Hello  " 
seating  people.  He  just  looked  at  her,  said 
a  few  words  in  Italian,  and  she  sat  down. 

It  would  have  been  interesting  if  Vit- 
torio had  been  here,  a  few  days  before  he 
was  due,  when  Shelley  was  a  twosome  with 
Farley  Granger  at  the  Mocambo.  I  don't 
know  what  either  of  them  were  trying  to 
prove,  but  the  photographers  had  a  field 
day.  And  when  a  pal  across  the  room 
shouted  to  Shelley,  "You  publicity  fiend  " 
she  roared  with  laughter,  and  hollered 
I  can  t  stay  at  home."  Every  few  minutes 
she  left  to  phone  the  house  to  make  sure 
the  baby  was  okay.  She'd  had  a  couple  of 
dates  with  her  old  Farfel  in  the  same  week 
all  of  which  proves  that  her  "engagement" 
to  Granger  was,  as  some  suspected,  "full  of 
sound  and  fury,  signifying  nothing." 

TPhere've  been  some  extra  suspicious  peo- 
Plee  who  believe  that  Vittorio  merely 
used  Shelley  to  promote  his  career  in  Hol- 
lywood. And  while  she  did  give  him  extra- 
ordinary help  to  get  started,  he  is  smart 
enough  to  know  that  his  talent  could  open 
any  studio  door,  and  he  isn't  the  type  who 
would  pay  the  price  of  marrying  a  girl  he 
didn  t  love  for  favors  rendered.  He  was  in 
love  with  Shelley,  and  I  hope  he  still  is 
for  her  sake,  frankly,  more  than  his  be- 
cause you  can't  help  liking  Shelley  and 
even  feeling  sorry  for  her 

The  way  Shell  tells  it,  it  was  love  at 
first  sight  when  they  met  in  Italy  that  time 
she  went  to  Europe  with  Farley,  when  we 
all  assumed  they  were  engaged.  She  was 
like  a  fresh  breeze  from  this  wonderful 
America— blonde,  breezy,  and  with  limit- 
tSuunergJ1  m  a  country  that  was  tired, 
shabby  and  very  stale  after  the  war.  At 
the  first  meeting,  he  told  Shelley,  "Of 
course  you  know  I'm  going  to  marry  you." 
H*  llkued  h%*  legs,  her  hair,  everything 
about  her  Couldn't  understand  what  she 
said,  but  that  didn't  matter— then 

}  SfS  now'  because  he  hates  scenes 
and  Shelley  doesn't  breathe  right  unless 
shes  promoting  one.  Like  the  time  she 
tossed  a  glass  of  milk  into  his  lap  at 
Ciro  s,  because  she  thought  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor 
was  flirting  with  her  man-or  vice  versa. 
She  rushed  out  in  tears,  but  he  took  his 
time  to  amble  after  her. 

Now  that  they're  together  again— as  of 
this  writmg-in  their  duplex  apartment 
house  on  North  Oakhurst,  Shelley  will 
nave  to  clamp  down  on  her  emotions  be- 
cause its  my  guess  Vittorio  wouldn't  stick 
around  long  with  an  hysterical  woman 

lie  s  used  to  associating  with  some  pretty 
chic  chicks  in  Europe.  So  Shelley  will 
have  to  watch  herself  in  the  eating  de- 
partment. By  super-human  will  powlr  she 
reduced  to  normal  screen  size  before  Vit- 
torio came  home.  But  she's  the  type  who 
tells  everyone  she's  dieting,  orders  a  salad 
for  herself,  and  eats  the  potatoes  and 
cheesecake  off  everyone  else's  plate.  She's 
a  fif  *  Cal1  attenti°n  to  her  overweight 
about  it!  t0  SCI"eam  When  We  write 

Shelley  can  be  a  hypochondriac.  And  so 
can  he.  He  hated  the  climate  when  he 
first  arrived,  always  complained  of  feeling 
ill.  They  would  eat  out  all  the  time,  so  I 
guess  he  didn't  like  Shelley's  cooking 

Vittorio  likes  to  feel  free.  Shelley  is 'ter- 
ribly possessive.  She  hates  to  let  him 
out  of  her  sight,  and  when  he  went  to 
Mexico  for  Sombrero,  she  tagged  along,  got 
sick,  and  she  must  have  been  really  ill  to 
come  back  to  Hollywood  without  him 
I  hen  she  had  trouble  with  her  teeth  and 
her  moaning  and  groaning  was  heard  the 
length  and  breadth  of  Hollywood.  She 


drives  her  doctors  crazy— thinks  nothing 
of  awakening  them  at  3  a.m.  for  a  head- 

u  m  JTOm  the  little  1  of  Vittorio, 

shell  have  to  keep  her  moans  under  cover 
— or  he  11  take  cover. 

They'll  also  have  to  get  together  on  the 
type  of  friends  they're  going  to  have.  He 
hasn  t  liked  too  many  of  hers.  And  she 
hasn  t  had  a  chance  to  see  if  she  likes  his 
—although  she  told  me  that  his  mother 
was  very  charming  to  her  before  they  were 
married  in  Italy.  But  the  charm  was  very 
conspicuously  absent  when  they  drove  to 
Tiajuana  to  the  bull  fights,  with  tennis  pro 
Jack  Cushingham  and  his  girl.  Vittorio 
didnt  speak  to  anyone  for  24  hours,  and 
when  the  enraged  Shelley  started  to 
scream  at  him,  Vittorio  stopped  her  cold 
with  words  to  the  effect  that  it  was  her 
fault,  if  she  brought  along  people  with 
whom  he  had  nothing  in  common. 

Shelley  is  a  night  owl,  and  loves  to  sleep 
late,  and  to  sleep,  period.  He's  the  opposite. 
Won  t  stay  late  for  anything  except  work 
and  gets  up  with  the  light.  But  unex- 
pectedly, Shelley  is  good  at  games  and 
taught  Vittorio  to  play  tennis. 

She's  an  extrovert,  even  when  she  works. 
She  can  get  out  of  character  at  any  time 
to  scream,  or  to  crack  a  joke.  When  he's 
working,  he  puts  on  blinders.  You  can  talk 
to  him,  and  he  doesn't  hear. 

Intellectually,  they're  about  even,  al- 
though Vittorio  has  concentrated  mostly 
on  the  classics,  which  he  knows  by  heart 
from  Sophocles  to  Shakespeare.  Shelley  is 
what  they  call  a  culture  vulture— on  the 
make  for  knowledge  in  great  gulps.  They're 
about  the  same  age— around  32. 

B.V.— Before  Vittorio— the  all-absorb- 
ing passion  of  Shelley's  life  was  her  ca- 
reer. When  she  wanted  a  role  in  a  picture 
directors  found  it  simpler  to  give  in  at 
once  rather  than  take  the  beat,  beat,  beat- 
ing, from  this  blonde  babe,  who  must  have 
what  she  wants,  when  she  wants  it.  That's 
how  she  landed  Place  In  The  Sun.  George 
Stevens,  who  has  stood  up  to  some  tough 
propositions  in  his  day,  found  it  simpler  to 
test  Shelley.  And  it  was  a  lucky  day  for 
them  both  when  he  did.  She  almost  cap- 
tured the  Academy  Award. 

But  I  have  a  hunch  that  a  difficult  de- 
cision will  have  to  be  made— and  soon. 
Vittorio  s  deal  with  Metro  gives  him  all 
the  time  he  wants  to  work  in  Italy.  He 
loves  his  native  land.  All  his  strongest  at- 
tachments are  there— his  mother,  his  fam- 
u  6  S  very  Proud  of  his  family.  I'll  be 
the  most  surprised  woman  in  the  world  if 
he  ever  settles  here. 


Chelley,  after  agonizing  weeks  of  inde- 
y  cision,  recently  signed  a  new-,  long-term 
deal  at  UI.  Unless  she  wants  to  be  on  per- 
petual suspension,  she  won't  be  able  to 
come  and  go  with  Vittorio.  So  she'll  have 
to  decide  which  is  the  most  important  to 
her— her  husband  or  her  career.  Sounds 
corny,  put  this  way,  but  it's  the  only  way 
to  put  it.  Because  if  they  are  separated  six 
months  of  the  year,  this  marriage  won't 
have  any  chance.  It'll  be  tough  enough, 
without  the  extra  straw  of  separation.  It's 
my  guess  that  when  it  comes  to  the  actual 
deciding,  that  the  unpredictable  Miss  Win- 
ters will  give  up  her  picture  career.  She's 
been  too  lonely  and  lost  all  her  life  to  risk 
losing  what  she  regards  as  Love. 

She  wants  to  do  plays  with  him.  She 
wants  to  play  Ophelia  to  his  Hamlet.  He'll 
be  smart  to  humor  her.  Because  great  love 
can  accomplish  the  impossible.  It  could 
even  cement  this  un-matched  couple  And 
it  would  be  great  to  make  liars  of  all  the 
Jeremiahs.  As  it  stands  now,  there  is  only 
one  person  to  whom  I've  talked  about  Shell 
and  her  Gassman,  who  believes  they  have 
a  chance  to  live  happily  ever  after— her 
press  agent,  Russell  Birdwell.  But  then 
he  is  notoriously  optimistic.  end 


the  battling  waynes  in  court 

(Continued  from  page  24)  Jerry  Rosenthal 
to  replace  Giesler.  Several  weeks  later 
she  sought  a  restraining  order  to  prevent 
Wayne  from  molesting  her  and  disposing 
of  their  community  property.  She  also  de- 
manded temporary  alimony  pending  out- 
come of  her  separate  maintenance  suit. 

Simultaneously  she  charged  that  Wayne 
had  both  struck  and  threatened  her. 

When  Duke  was  told  of  these  charges 
he  was  amazed.  "She  must  be  nuts,"  he 
said.  "Her  statements  are  fantastic.  I've 
only  seen  Mrs.  Wayne  twice  in  the  past 
year,  once  out  at  our  house  and  once  in 
the  lobby  of  the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel." 

In  addition  to  having  the  court  keep  Duke 
away  from  her,  Mrs.  Esperanza  Wayne 
also  asked  the  court  to  settle  the  matter 
of  her  allowance  because  she  and  the 
actor  had  been  unable  to  agree. 

"Chata"  claimed  that  her  husband  aver- 
aged at  least  $45,000  per  month  in  salaries, 
plus  "large  gains  from  oil,  movie,  land, 
and  other  investments."  She  judged  his 
income  to  be  somewhere  around  a  mil- 
lion a  year. 

As  for  herself,  she  said,  she  had  earned 
only  $6,685  last  year  as  an  actress.  In  addi- 
tion, Wayne  had  been  giving  her  an  al- 
lowance of  $500  a  month.  She  felt  she  was 
entitled  to  a  larger  allowance.  She  said, 
too,  in  her  petition  that  she  was  living  "in 
fear"  because  of  Duke's  attacks  and  she 
wanted  him  legally  to  be  prohibited  from 
"inflicting  further  violence  on  her." 

She  told  the  court  that  all  she  wanted 
was  a  "reasonable"  alimony  and  that  when 
she  and  the  actor  were  living  together  they 
used  to  spend  $13,091.12  each  month.  Some- 
thing commensurate  with  that  figure,  Mrs. 
Wayne  implied  would  be  "reasonable." 
Maybe  even  $9,000  a  month. 

Wayne's  answer  to  all  this  was  that  he 
was  already  paying  Esperanza  $1100  a 
month  plus  $1354  per  month  upkeep  for 
the  house  she  was  occupying  in  Encino. 

He  was  willing  to  pay  her  $900  a  month 
temporary  alimony,  he  added,  and  "she 
should  get  a  cheaper  house."  Wayne  also 
said  that  his  net  income  last  year  after 
taxes  and  business  expenses  had  come  to 
about  $60,000  which  was  a  far  cry  from 
being  a  millionaire. 

The  discrepancy  between  what  "Chata" 
wanted  and  what  Duke  was  willing  to  give 
her,  the  difference  between  their  individual 
estimations  of  the  Wayne  wealth  were  so 
great  that  only  a  Superior  Court  judge 
could  decide  who  was  right;  so  late  in 
May  the  case  came  to  trial. 

Mrs.  Wayne  said  she  should  get  at  least 
$9,000  a  month  alimony. 

Mr.  Wayne  was  prepared  to  go  as  high 
as  $900  a  month,  not  a  cent  more.  A  differ- 
ence of  $8,100  prevented  an  agreement. 

"WThen  Duke  marched  into  the  courtroom 
"  flanked  by  his  legal  entourage  he  was 
pretty  sore.  He  knew  he  had  been  "tailed" 
by  detectives  for  many  months,  detectives 
supposedly  hired  by  the  opposition  to  ob- 
tain embarrassing  information  they  might 
use  in  the  forthcoming  divorce  mess. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  a  few  months  ago 
the  shadowing  had  become  so  ridiculous 
that  Duke  had  copied  the  number  of  the 
license  on  the  car  following  him.  He  had 
learned  the  driver's  name  and  had  called 
him  up  the  next  day.  "Look,"  he'd  said, 
"why  don't  you  ride  around  with  me  in 
my  car?  It'll  be  a  whole  lot  easier." 

There  had  been  many  such  irritations, 
and  now  he  was  being  compelled  to  make 
public  his  entire  financial  history. 

After  he  was  sworn  in,  Duke  testified 
that  what  an  actor  earns  is  not  necessarily 
what  he  keeps.  He  admitted  that  he  earned 
approximately  $40,000  a  month  but  said 


that  after  he  paid  taxes,  tips,  expenses, 
and  so  forth,  "there's  not  too  much  left." 

He  testified  that  he  had  made  gifts  of 
$8,000  to  actor  friends  who  were  hard  up 
and  explained  how  he  had  spent  thousands 
on  gifts  for  studio  crews  who  had  worked 
on  his  pictures. 

"As  a  rule,"  Duke  told  the  judge,  "at 
the  end  of  every  picture,  studio  crew 
members  are  remembered.  I  don't  know 
how  much  these  gifts  cost.  I  do  know  lots 
of  people  in  three  major  studios  and  I 
know  that  I  gave  many  remembrances  to 
my  professional  and  personal  friends." 

The  44-year-old  actor,  his  hair  grown 
long  for  his  role  in  Hondo,  declared  that 
his  net  income  was  $59,366  last  year  and 
that  during  his  six  years  of  marriage  to 
"Chata"  he  had  saved  nothing. 

"We  spent  everything  we  made  during 
our  six  years  of  marriage,"  he  testified, 
"and  I  even  had  to  pay  my  income  tax 
with  money  borrowed  from  my  life  insur- 
ance policy."  Duke  also  pointed  out  that 
he  spent  thousands  on  personal  public  re- 
lations, that  he  gave  extra  large  tips  to 
everyone  trying  to  build-up  good  will, 
and  that  he  was  also  saddled  with  the 
financial  burden  of  paying  his  first  wife, 
Josephine  Saenz,  for  her  support  and  the 
support  of  their  four  children,  20%  of  the 
first  $100,000  he  earns  each  year  and  10% 
of  everything  above  that  sum. 

He  admitted  that  last  year  between  May 
25th  and  June  30th  he  had  collected  $122,- 

000  from  RKO  but  insisted  that  his  gross 
income  didn't  mean  very  much  since 
what  was  left  to  him  was  all  that  mat- 
tered. He  said  that  he  thought  any  single 
woman  could  live  fairly  well  on  the  $900  a 
month  he  was  prepared  to  offer  Mrs. 
Wayne. 

Jerry  Rosenthal,  Mrs.  Wayne's  lawyer, 
then  went  to  the  attack.  His  grilling  was 
relentless.  He  asked  Duke  how  many  suits 
he  owned,  how  many  companies  he  had 
interests  in,  who  paid  his  restaurant 
checks,  his  gasoline  bills,  his  laundry  bills. 

Duke  explained  that,  "I'm  practically  a 
small  business  and  have  to  rely  on  other 
people  to  handle  my  affairs  ...  I  haven't 
seen  one  of  my  pay  checks  in  13  years  .  .  . 
They  go  directly  from  the  studios  to  the 
Beverly  Management  Company  which 
looks  after  my  financial  affairs." 

As  for  his  wardrobe  the  actor  said  that 
as  an  actor,  of  course,  he  had  to  be  well- 
dressed.  "But  I  never  bought  a  suit  unless 

1  needed  it  .  .  .  and  if  I  had  my  way  I'd 
seldom  wear  a  necktie." 

When  he  was  questioned  as  to  whether 
or  not  he  sought  to  conceal  his  assets 
from  Mrs.  Wayne,  Duke  stated  flatly  that 
he  had  spent  the  last  three  years  in  part 
trying  to  get  his  wife  to  attend  various 
financial  meetings  so  she  could  see.  "She 
was  spending  too  much  and  we  just  had  to 
get  together  and  figure  out  some  kind  of 
household  and  personal  budget  program. 
I  tried  my  best  to  keep  our  home  together. 
I  never  concealed  any  assets  from  my 
wife  and  I  tried  not  to  argue  with  her 
about  money.  But  we  never  did  arrange 
any  kind  of  a  budget." 

Mrs.  Wayne's  lawyer  then  suggested 
that  perhaps  Duke  himself  didn't  have  any 
reasonable  idea  of  his  finances.  After  all, 
so  many  people  worked  on  his  books. 

Duke  declared,  "I  know  what's  going 
on  in  my  affairs.  When  I  want  to  know 
how  I  stand  in  any  matter  I  ask  the  men 
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of  accountants,  tax  experts,  and  agents, 
and  when  one  of  these,  Bo  Roos,  was  put 
on  the  stand,  he  admitted  that  Duke  had 
paid  income  taxes  last  year  of  $178,000. 

It  was  also  shown  that  Wayne's  earnings 
from  1950  to  1952  totaled  $1,026,072,  and 
that  he  had  earned  $122,000,  working  48 
days  this  year,  and  that  instead  of  taking 
10%  of  the  gross  of  Rio  Grande  and  Quiet 
Man,  he  had  accepted  $100,000  for  each 
picture.  He  did  this  when  Herbert  Yates, 
president  of  Republic  Pictures,  had  ex- 
plained that,  "We  cannot  pay  you  10%  of 
the  gross  on  each  of  these  pictures  and  still 
pay  director  John  Ford  (Wayne's  best 
friend)  the  money  he  wants  and  deserves." 

Duke  had  a  bit  of  trouble  identifying 
the  various  contracts  and  financial  docu- 
ments handed  to  him  and  admitted  at  one 
point  that,  "My  attorney  always  says  I 
should  read  before  signing  and  I  do,  but 
that  doesn't  always  mean  I  understand  it." 

T'he  sad  part  about  the  Wayne  legal 
A  mess  is  that  the  two  parties  involved, 
the  man  and  wife  who  once  loved  each 
other  tempestuously,  should  now  be  out 
"to  get"  each  other. 

Duke  and  "Chata"  are  enemies.  The  love 
they  once  felt  and  enjoyed  has  soured 
into  hate.  This  whole  dispute  might  have 
been  settled  amicably  without  recrimina- 
tion and  name-calling.  But  instead  what 
we  have  and  will  have  is  a  no-hold-barred 
fight.  It  looks  as  if  all  the  dirty  linen  will 
be  aired  in  public. 
Why? 

One  intimate  of  Chata's  says,  "I  think 
what  upset  her  was  when  Duke  decided 
that  he  had  had  enough.  Hell  hath  no  fury 
like  a  woman  scorned,  and  my  own  per- 
sonal opinion  is  that  Chata  expected  Duke 
to  come  running  back  to  her.  When  he 
didn't  last  year,  I  think  her  vanity  was 
hurt.  She  obviously  feels  that  financially 
she  isn't  getting  an  even  break;  otherwise 
I  don't  think  she  would've  gone  into  court. 

"I  mean  when  you've  been  accustomed 
to  spending  $13,000  a  month  on  a  house- 
hold, well  $900  doesn't  seem  very  much. 


Another  thing,  and  here  I  think  Duke 
was  wrong.  When  Chata  petitioned  to  use 
the  name  Esperanza  Wayne  which  after  all 
is  hers  legally,  Duke  fought  against  it.  He 
wants  her  to  use  her  maiden  name  of 
Esperanza  Bauer.  That  got  her  sore,  too. 
I'm  not  an  expert  on  domestic  relations, 
but  I  do  hope  they  keep  this  mess  out  of 
the  divorce  courts,  because  it's  not  going 
to  be  a  very  nice  one." 

One  of  Duke's  friends  says,  "There's 
only  so  much  a  man  can  take,  and  for  my 
money  Duke  has  taken  an  awful  lot  of 
punishment  in  his  marriage  to  "Chata.'' 
He's  seen  her  twice  in  the  past  year  and 
on  those  two  occasions  other  people  were 
present  and  then  she  goes  ahead  and 
charges  that  he  struck  her. 

"I  don't  have  to  come  to  Duke's  defense. 
He's  got  more  friends  in  Hollywood  than 
probably  any  other  actor  in  town.  How 
come,  by  being  a  cheat,  a  money  grabber? 
Heck,  no.  He's  loyal  and  he's  sincere  and 
above  all  he's  fair.  He's  willing  to  give 
the  dame  $900  a  month.  Okay,  how  much 
was  she  earning  when  he  first  met  her 
in  Mexico? 

"You  can  live  darn  well  on  $900  a  month 
south  of  the  border,  and  no  one  can  tell 
me  differently.  Chata  wants  $9,000  a  month 
plus  another  $20,000  to  appraise  Duke's 
books.  That's  more  than  a  hundred  grand 
a  year.  She  wants  more  than  Duke  is  pay- 
ing his  first  wife  and  four  kids,  and  she 
wants  it  all  for  herself. 

"The  whole  thing  is  an  unholy  mess, 
and  if  Duke  takes  my  advice  he'll  swear 
off  women." 

/")  nly  Duke  Wayne  has  a  "new  woman," 
"  23-year-old  Pilar  Pallette,  a  Peruvian 
beauty,  and  the  chances  are  extremely 
good  that  she  will  become  the  third  Mrs. 
John  Wayne. 

More  than  anything  else,  this  one  fact  is 
probably  what  motivates  the  second  Mrs. 
Wayne  in  her  legal  hassels  against  the 
actor  who  is  the  number-one  box  office 
attraction  in  the  nation,  and  wishes  right 
now  that  he  wasn't.  end 


they  called  them  "shocking" 

(Continued  from  page  33)  out  of  the 
waiting  room.  The  plane  landed,  taxied 
down  the  runway,  and  came  to  a  halt.  The 
portable  stairway  was  rolled  beside  the 
cabin  door.  The  door  was  open  and  the 
passengers  began  to  alight. 

T  ana  was  the  eighth  or  tenth  passenger 
J-J  to  descend;  and  as  she  did,  there  was 
Lex  Barker,  at  her  left  following  directly 
behind  her,  his  lips  pressed  firmly  together, 
his  eyes  scanning  the  set-up  as  if  he  were 
determined  to  protect  Lana  no  matter  what 
might  happen. 

A  bouquet  of  roses  was  stuck  in  Lana's 
hand.  She  cradled  them  in  her  arms  and 
said,  ^  "Thank  you,  it's  wonderful  being 
here."  The  photographers  began  shooting 
away. 

u  Then  a  reporter  ran  up  to  them  and  said, 
The  tall  one,  the  one  without  a  hat.  He 
is  Tarzan  Barker."  The  lensmen  shot  Lex 
too. 

Lana  and  her  escort  were  rushed  through 
customs,  bundled  into  a  car,  and  driven  to 
the  Hotel  Lancaster  in  Paris. 

Lex  was  officially  registered  at  the  hotel, 
but  when  newsmen  called  for  Lana  a  few 
days  later  they  were  told  that  she  was 
occupying,  "the  apartment  of  a  very  dear 
friend  not  too  far  away  from  the  Lancaster, 
but  she  is  around  here  sometimes." 

Employees  of  the  hotel  said  later  that  of 
course,  Lana  Turner  was  staying  there 
Only  they  had  been  asked  to  say  abso- 
lutely nothing  about  the  guests. 


Lana  had  been  to  Paris  before,  in  1948 
to  be  exact,  on  her  honeymoon  with  Bob 
Topping,  and  some  of  the  French  reporters 
knew  a  good  deal  about  her. 

With  Lex,  however,  it  was  different,  and 
for  a  short  while  many  Frenchmen  were 
under  the  false  impression  that  he  was 
Fernando  Lamas,  not  knowing  about  the 
Lamas-Lana  battle  of  last  year. 

In  fact  at  a  fashionable  cocktail  party 
off  the  Champs  Elysees  to  which  Lex  and 
Lana  had  been  invited,  Anatole  Litvak,  the 
director,  pulled  the  prize  social  boner  of 
the  season.  He  walked  up  to  Lex  Barker 
whom  he'd  never  met  before  and  said,  "I'm 
so  glad  to  see,  Mr.  Lamas,  that  you  and 
Miss  Turner  are  still  together." 

Not  long  after  that,  Lana  and  her  broad- 
shouldered  traveling  companion  pulled  out 
for  southern  France,  Spain,  and  Majorca. 

l^OE  ten  days  there  was  a  news  blackout 
A  concerning  them  as  they  lived  and  jour- 
neyed on  the  Balearic  Islands;  and  all 
this  time  Europeans  kept  asking,  "Are  they 
married  or  aren't  they?" 

The  answer  to  that,  they  finally  learned, 
is  that  Lex  Barker's  divorce  from  Arlene 
Dahl  isn't  final  until  this  winter;  so  that 
as  regards  California  law,  he  and  Lana 
cannot  get  married  until  then.  They  might 
get  married  in  any  European  country  of 
their  choosing  before  winter,  but  under 
such  circumstances,  the  marriage  would 
not  be  recognized  in  Los  Angeles  where 
Lex  has  his  legal  residence. 

When  the  film  festival  opened  at  Cannes, 
Lana  and.  Lex  flew  in  from  Majorca 
and  were  each  assigned  separate  rooms  at 


the  Carlton  Hotel.  After  freshening  up, 
they  came  downstairs  and  boarded  a  motor 
boat  for  the  He  de  Lerins  and  the  tradi- 
tional lunch  which  is  held  for  the  benefit 
of  visiting  film  stars  a">d  journalists. 

Photographers  were  busy  as  the  two 
American  film  stars  were  whizzed  across 
the  inlet  in  a  Chris -Craft,  and  Lana  was 
most  cooperative  in  posing  for  pictures. 
"She  was  so  nice,"  one  photographer  said 
later,  "that  she  didn't  even  take  time  out 
to  fix  her  hat.  She  looked  very  good,  too. 
A  little  plump  around  the  chin,  but  other- 
wise, perfect.  That  Tarzan  is  a  lucky  fel- 
low." 

Lana  and  Lex  were  given  a  favored 
table  under  a  pine  tree,  and  in  a  matter  of 
minutes  they  were  dropping  spoonfuls  of 
garlic  sauce  into  their  fish  soup  and  eating 
with  great  relish.  This  was  the  first  big 
party  of  the  Festival,  all  the  stars  were 
there,  including  Kirk  Douglas  who  had 
played  opposite  Lana  in  The  Bad  And  The 
Beautiful,  acting  extremely  gay  as  he 
rubbed  his  stubbled  chin^he's  growing  a 
beard  for  Ulysses — and  bent  over  to  flatter 
his  beautiful  date,  a  blonde  TV  star  from 
New  York  who  calls  herself  Roxanne. 

Mel  Ferrer  was  also  on  hand  lunching 
with  a  French  starlet  in  a  Bikini  and  so 
was  Anne  Baxter  who  was  traveling  with 
her  mother,  trying  to  forget  about  her 
broken  marriage  with  John  Hodiak.  At 
Cannes,  Anne  was  referred  to  by  the 
French  as  "Tristesse"  (sadness)  because 
of  the  melancholy  expression  she  wore. 
Anne  has  a  smile  like  elastic.  After  it's 
used  it  snaps  right  back  into  form  again, 
and  that's  the  way  she  was  with  the 
camera  boys.  As  soon  as  the  shutters 
stopped  clicking,  she  stopped  smiling. 

Lex  and  Lana  saw  all  this  and  then 
they  were  interviewed  by  scads  of  jour- 
nalists. Both  talked  about  love,  but  neither 
would  say  anything  concerning  marriage. 

"What  a  wonderful  thing,"  Lana  said, 
"to  be  in  love.  Really,  there's  nothing  like 
it." 

Lex  took  her  hand  in  his  and  nodded. 
The  happiness  in  his  eyes  spoke  for  him. 
Again  the  photographers  went  to  work. 

All  questions  concerning  matrimonial 
intentions  or  plans  were  side-stepped  by 
Lana  and  her  escort.  She  spoke  about  her 
work.  "I  intend  to  be  in  Europe  for  quite 
some  time.  My  first  picture  will  be  The 
Flame  And  The  Flesh.  Yes,  with  Carlos 
Thompson.  After  that,  I'm  not  sure.  Yes, 
we're  going  to  Italy.  My  little  girl?  I  left 
her  behind  in  California.  Maybe  she'll 
come  over  later." 

Lex  admitted  that  he  was  more  than 
fond  of  Lana,  that  he  had  known  her  for 
some  time,  that  she  was  the  most  wonder- 
ful woman  on  earth,  that,  of  course,  he 


Like  Charles  Boyer,  who  never 
said,  "Come  wiz  me  to  ze  Casbah," 
Peter  Lorre  never  said:  "Have  you 
got  ze  information?"  in  a  movie. 
Jackie  Gleason  originated  the  line 
when  he  was  impersonating  Lorre 
once.  Years  later,  as  a  guest  on 
the  Milton  Berle  show,  Peter  had  to 
say  the  line.  Berle  roared  when  he 
heard  him:  "Peter,  that's  not  the 
way  you  always  say  it!" 

Leonard  Lyons 


and  she  had  plans.  He  just  wasn't  free 
to  talk  about  them. 

After  that  interview,  Lana  and  her  new 
love  came  back  to  the  Carlton  to  change 
for  the  evening's  film  showings.  They  saw 
a  Belgian  picture  about  new  African 
problems,  and  then  a  Finnish  picture  about 
a  sorceress. 

The  next  day  there  were  more  inter- 
views, and  one  of  the  Paris  evening  papers 
carried  the  headline  that  marriage  between 


Lana  and  Tarzan  was  inevitable,  that  it 
would  take  place  momentarily,  that  when 
it  happened  no  one  should  be  surprised 
because  these  two  talented  Americans  were 
really  very  much  in  love  and  this  trip  of 
theirs  wasn't  an  American  publicity  stunt. 
"Actually,  they  are  crazy  about  each 
other." 

Later  on  in  Italy,  newspapers  in  Rome 
said  much  the  same  thing.  "The  two 
handsome  American  film  stars,  Lana  Tur- 
ner, and  her  new  Tarzan  fiance,  Lex  Bar- 
ker, are  vacationing  on  Capri.  They  love 
each  other  very  much  and  will  be  married 
soon.  But  first  Miss  Turner  has  to  make  a 
film  in  Rome  for  MGM.  It  is  understood 
also  that  Lex  Barker  will  make  two  pic- 
tures here  to  be  produced  by  Giorgio  Ven- 
turni.  One  concerns  jungle  adventures  and 
the  other  gangster  adventures.  First,  how- 
ever, Mr.  Barker  has  to  return  to  Holly- 
wood for  another  film.  He  and  Miss  Turner 
will  probably  be  married  in  Europe  upon 
his  return." 

In  Italy,  France,  parts  of  Spain,  and  of 
course,  Majorca  which  has  been  a  great 
lovers'  retreat  for  half  a  century,  people 
are  broad-minded.  They  understand  hu- 
man nature,  and  there  was  no  vicious 
gossip  about  Lana  and  Lex. 

After  all,  there  shouldn't  be,  because  as 
everyone  knows,  they  are  both  beyond 
moral  reproach.  But  in  the  other  countries 
on  the  Continent,  movie-fans  asked  each 
other  if  Lana  might  not  have  compromised 
her  reputation  by  traveling  with  a  male. 

"It  may  be  all  right  for  some  anonymous 
spinster,"  said  one  British  journalist,  "but 
surely  eyebrows  have  been  raised  all  over 
Europe  concerning  Miss  Turner  and  her 
protector,  Tarzan.  After  all,  Europe  is  not 
the  African  jungle.  Miss  Turner  is  a  figure 
of  international  fame.  She  should  watch 
her  step. ' 

In  Scandinavia,  there  were  similar  cracks. 
"It  would  be  all  right,"  one  theater  mana- 
ger explained,  "if  they  could  pass  this 
Barker  fellow  off  as  her  press  agent  or 
even  a  baggage  porter,  but  he's  much  too 
good-looking  for  that." 

To  date,  Lana  Turner  has  been  unable 
to  hold  any  of  her  sweethearts,  even  those 
who  developed  into  husbands,  and  in 
Europe  today  there's  a  good  deal  of  dis- 
cussion as  to  whether  or  not  her  inten- 
tions towards  Lex  are  serious  and  vice 
versa. 

An  American  actress  currently  in  Eng- 
land who  has  known  Lana  for  years,  says, 
"I  think  her  tactics  as  regards  Lex  Barker 
are  wrong.  I'm  not  an  authority  on  the 
subject,  but  I  think  Lex  would  marry  Lana 
in  a  minute.  Why  shouldn't  he?  And  he 
probably  will.  But  to  me,  marriage,  in 
o  der  to  be  successful,  must  have  a  little 
mystery  A  man  and  wife  must  get  to  know 
each  other  as  they  grow  old  together. 
Otherwise,  boredom  sets  in  too  quickly. 
Lana  is  essentially  a  glamor  girl.  Men  are 
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moving  slowly.  Personally,  it's  a  good  thing, 
as  I  see  it,  that  she  and  Lex  couldn't  get 
married  immediately.  When  they  were 
down  in  Palm  Springs  together  they  were 
very  much  in  love.  Had  Lex  been  legally 
free,  I  think  they  would've  been  married 
at  once.  Now,  I'm  not  so  sure.  Lana's  had 
time  to  think.  She's  always  talking  about 
a  home  and  kids. 

"Lex  has  two  children  by  his  first  mar- 
riage. She  has  one  by  Crane.  Together 
they've  been  married  six  times.  Lana 
knows  that  she  can't  retire  from  show  busi- 
ness. 

"If  they  get  married  you've  got  the 
same  old  problem  of  two  motion  picture 
careers  in  one  family.  Very  rarely  does 
that  work  out. 

"Lana's  no  dummy.  She  knows  all  this. 
On  the  other  hand,  no  man  has  been  as 
kind  and  as  thoughtful  as  Lex.  He  comes 
from  an  excellent  family,  and  while  his 
formal  education  was  cut  short,  he's  been 
around  and  can  hold  his  own  in  any  type 
of  society.  He  can  give  Lana  the  confi- 
dence, the  social  poise  she's  always  lacked. 

"Then  there's  another  thing.  This  chick- 
en isn't  getting  any  younger.  Eligible 
husbands  are  growing  scarcer.  There  are 
millions  of  guys  who'd  love  to  date  her, 
but  how  many  would  want  to  put  a  ring 
on  her  finger?  No  doubt  about  it.  The 
choice  is  Lana's.  She's  toured  Europe  with 
the  guy  and  has  seen  him  in  action  under 
all  sorts  of  conditions. 


"I  grant  that  she's  a  notoriously  poor 
judge  of  men.  But  she's  learned  from  ex- 
perience, and  she  knows  what  to  look  for 
m  a  potential  husband.  If  Lex  fills  the  re- 
quirements he's  got  the  job.  My  own 
belief  is  that  Lana  used  their  European 
junket  as  a  trial  period.  You  know,  to  see 
what  sort  of  companion  he'd  turn  out  to  be 
in  a  foreign  environment." 

Lana  Turner  spent  some  time  in  Europe 
five  years  ago,  and  her  honeymoon  then 
was  a  tragic  experience  which  she  has 
tried  to  forget.  She  conceived  a  child  which 
she  lost.  Her  husband  dropped  a  small 
fortune  in  midget  auto  racing.  The  foreign 
press  lampooned  her  mercilessly.  It  was 
a  nightmare. 

With  Lex  Barker  at  her  side,  Europe  has 
been  completely  different.  It's  been  an 
ecstatic  heaven.  And  from  what  evidence 
now  exists,  it  looks  like  wedding  bells  for 
Lana  in  the  months  to  come. 

Whether  Lana  can  hold  Lex  when  and 
if  she  gets  him  in  matrimony  is  a  hypo- 
thetical question  which  at  this  point  no 
man  would  like  to  pass  prophecy  upon. 

Each  time  Lana  Turner  gets  married  she 
is  sure  in  her  heart  that,  "This  time  it's 
for  keeps." 

Somewhere  along  the  line,  this  talented, 
tolerant,  courageous  actress  has  got  to 
be  right. 

Let's  hope  she  finally  finds  the  true  hap- 
piness she  deserves  with  Lex  Barker.  END 


susie's  got  everything 


(Continued  from  page  55)— it  boasts  so 
many  movie  stars  these  days. 

"I  have  just  met,"  he  announced  enthu- 
siastically, "the  one  movie  star  who  was 
everything.  Your  Susan  Hayward." 

"When  did  .  .  .?" 
((  He  raised  his  hand  in  a  halting  motion. 
Please,  no  arguments.  I  have  seen  every- 
thing in  the  way  of  femininity  you  have 
sent  from  Hollywood— Jennifer  Jones 
Bergman,  Gabor,  Darnell,  Colbert,  Shelley 
Winters.  No  one  is  more  beautiful  than 
Hayward.  No  one  so  smart,  no  one  so 
shrewd,  no  one  so  happy.  This  girl  has 
everything,  even  twins." 

"Obviously,"  I  said,  "she  hypnotized  you. 
Either  that  or  she  bought  you  lunch." 

The  Italian  reporter  shook  his  head.  "All 
the  time  you  Americans  are  joking."  He 
took  out  his  notes  and  scanned  them.  "Do 
you  know,"  he  asked  this  in  the  tone  of  a 
man  who  has  made  a  great  discovery,  "that 
your  Miss  Hayward  earns  $5,000  a  week— 
that  is  more  than  600,000  lira  every  week 
in  the  year?" 

"You  don't  really  love  her,"  I  said  con- 
temptuously. "You  love  her  American  dol- 
lars." 

No  answer.  Only  a  continued  recitation 
of  his  notes.  "Do  you  know  that  she  has 
starred  in  Hollywood's  best  pictures?"  He 
read  them  aloud,  "Song  In  My  Heart,  David 
And  Bathsheba,  Snows  Of  Kilimanjaro, 
Presidents  Lady,  White  Witch  Doctor." 

"Get  away  from  me,"  I  protested.  "You 
sound  like  a  studio  press  agent." 

"She  is  also  happily  married,"  my  re- 
porter friend  went  on,  "and  what  is  more 
I  like  her  husband.  He  is  no  David  Selz- 
nick.  He  is  a  mortal  man.  He  comes  from 
South  Carolina.  Very  smart,  too.  They  have 
twins,  two  boys  eight  years  old,  Timothy 
and  Gregory." 

The  above  is  a  small  sample  of  the  en- 
thusiasm aroused  by  Susan  Hayward  on 
her  recent  trip  through  France,  Spain,  and 
Italy. 

Wherever  Susan  stopped,  people  were 
impressed,  first  of  all  by  her  beauty, 
then  her  naturalness,  then  her  honesty  and 


her  intelligence,  finally  by  the  success  of 
her  family-life  and  her  career. 

Now  that  she's  back  in  Hollywood  hard 
at  work  on  The  Story  Of  Demetrius,  she 
makes  light  of  her  European  vacation,  but 
it  was  really  a  triumphant  tour,  because  for 
many  years  the  fans  overseas  have  had  a 
muddled  impression  of  the  real  Hayward, 
not  knowing  whether  she  was  diffident, 
sharp,  reclusive,  fearful,  aggressive,  or 
money- wise— all  of  which  adjectives  have 
been  used  to  describe  her. 

The  Hayward  they  saw  in  Europe  was 
charming,  graceful,  diplomatic,  and  tact- 
ful, a  beauty  who  had  no  worries,  no  cares, 
a  girl  whose  mother  was  looking  after  the 
children  back  home,  an  actress  who  was 
determined  to  enjoy  Europe  and  her  hus- 
band. 

Susan  and  Jess  had  a  low-slung  Jaguar 
waiting  for  them  when  they  arrived  in 
Paris  aboard  separate  planes.  "We  always 
travel  in  separate  planes  as  protection  for 
the  boys.  After  all,  if  one  plane  crashed, 
there  would  still  be  someone  to  look  after 
Tim  and  Greg,"  she  said  matter-of-factly. 

'T'  hey  stayed  in  Paris  only  three  days 
A  and  with  Jean  Papote  beside  them, 
headed  for  Spain.  They  took  two  cameras, 
a  Rollei  and  a  Stereo,  and  shot  some  40 
rolls  of  film.  After  touring  the  French 
chateau  country  and  southern  France  they 
crossed  into  Spain  where  Susan  saw  all  the 
historic  sites  she'd  read  about  when  she 
was  Edythe  Marrener,  a  Brooklyn  teen- 
ager at  Girls'  Commercial  High  School. 

In  Spain,  too,  they  ran  into  Gene  and 
Betsy  Kelly,  touring  the  Peninsula  with 
their  little  girl,  Kerry,  which  of  course, 
stimulated  thoughts  of  their  own  two  boys. 
So  that  night,  "we  put  in  a  transatlantic 
call  to  California,  and  we  spoke  to  Tim  and 
Greg,  and  we  could  hear  them  perfectly, 
but  they  could  hardly  hear  us.  But  it  was 
reassuring  to  know  that  they  were  both  in 
good  health,  and  we  had  nothing  to  worry 
about.  So  after  Spain  we  toured  the  Medi- 
terranean and  then  headed  for  Italy." 

Susan  Hayward  is  one  girl  who  has 
worked  hard  for  all  her  triumphs,  first 
as  a  model  in  New  York,  then  as  a  nonde- 
script actress  who  was  kicked  around  War- 


ner  Brothers  and  Paramount,  finally  land- 
ing with  Walter  Wanger  who  thought  she 
had  dramatic  possibilities.  Wanger  later 
sold  her  contract  to  20th  Century  where  the 
competition,  with  Anne  Baxter,  Betty 
Grable,  Linda  Darnell,  and  Jeanne  Crain, 
was  pretty  tough.  For  years,  Hayward 
rarely  relaxed.  Always  there  were  story 
conferences,  wardrobe  fittings,  subtle  and 
not  too  subtle  maneuverings,  for  the  big 
roles  and  the  big  pictures.  Always  there 
was  the  mad  scramble  for  the  fast  buck, 
or  for  Darryl  Zanuck's  ear,  or  the  om- 
nipresent agent  and  his  telephone. 

In  Italy  there  was  none  of  this.  The  Ital- 
ian men  stared  and  whistled  at  Susan  as 
she  strolled  the  streets,  but  they  did  this 
to  all  American  women. 

There  were  moonlight  nights,  however, 
with  Jess,  near  the  Colosseum,  love-filled 
nights  on  the  banks  of  the  Arno,  that  pic- 
turesque river  which  snakes  its  winding 
path  from  the  Apennines  in  central  Italy 
west  to  Pisa. 

Susan  and  Jess  looked  back  over  the 
nine  years  of  their  marriage.  Time  had 
winged  by  so  furiously.  Only  yesterday  it 
was  1944,  and  they  had  met  in  the  Holly- 
wood Canteen.  Jess  had  taken  her  home 
that  first  night  and  had  tried  for  a  good- 
night kiss.  She  had  slapped  his  face.  They 
had  both  vowed  they  would  never  see  each 
other  again.  But  the  physicial  attraction 
was  too  strong.  They  were  both  ripe  for 
marriage,  and  they  knew  it.  So  they  man- 
aged by  design  to  run  into  each  other  at  the 
Canteen  again.  Not  long  after,  they  were 
engaged,  and  then  the  engagement  was 
broken  twice,  but  seemingly  they  needed 
each  other,  wanted  each  other.  They  mar- 
ried, and  a  year  later  the  twins  were  born. 

When  two  people  are  ecstatically  happy, 
as  Susan  and  Jess  were  in  Italy,  and  they 
look  back  over  the  years  together,  every 
incident  is  veiled  in  the  net  of  sweet  nos- 
talgia. There  is  never  any  bitterness,  only 
the  feeling  of  accomplishment  and  mutual 
experience  and  triumph.  Even  the  serious 
quarrels  that  a  couple  have  had  take  on  the 
aura  of  happy  times,  because  they've  been 
conquered  and  they've  reached  a  perfect 
pattern  for  life. 

In  Europe,  the  Barkers  could  take  inven- 
tory of  their  life.  They  had  come  through 
hard  times,  not  so  much  financially  as  do- 
mestically, because  career-wise,  Susan  had 
progressed  more  rapidly  than  her  husband. 
She  had  managed  to  get  the  breaks,  and 
since  this  is  not  the  conventional  order  of 
things  in  America — the  man  must  always 
be  the  top  breadwinner — there  had  been 
frictions  and  outbursts  and  consultations 
with  a  marriage  counselor,  and  for  a  while 
divorce  loomed  on  the  horizon.  But  Susan 
and  Jess  are  sensible  people,  and  they  had 
worked  out  their  difficulties.  They  had 
truly  become  one  of  Hollywood's  few  hap- 
pily married  young  couples,  and  now  they 
were  reveling  in  that  realization. 

A  fter  ten  days  in  Rome,  the  Barkers 
decided  to  let  Jean  drive  their  car  to 
Paris  while  they  took  the  plane.  Some  of 
the  roads  in  Europe,  especially  in  Spain 
where  they  did  the  bulk  of  their  motoring, 
are  very  rough. 

In  Paris,  Susan  and  Jess  stayed  at  the 
Lancaster,  and  this  time  fell  in  love  with 
the  city.  They  were  asked  to  stay  over  and 
fly  to  the  Film  Festival  at  Cannes,  "But 
we'd  been  gone  from  California  about  two 
months,  and  we  were  very  anxious  to  get 
back  and  see  the  boys.  We  had  a  tough 
time  trying  to  phone  them  from  Paris." 

Susan  flew  back  to  the  States  on  a  Pan 
American  Clipper  and  Jess  followed  a  few 
hours  behind  aboard  a  TWA  Constellation. 

When  she  arrived  in  Hollywood  in  May 
and  reported  to  the  studio,  Susan  learned 
that  a  mild  revolution  had  taken  place  in 
the  motion  picture  industry.  Two  dimen- 


sional films  were  out,  and  20th  was  shoot- 
ing everything  in  CinemaScope  for  wide 
screen  projection.  She  also  learned  that 
Anne  Baxter,  Linda  Darnell,  and  Jeanne 
Crain  were  no  longer  under  contract  to 
20th  and  that  Betty  Grable  had  been  loaned 
out  to  Columbia.  Dale  Robertson  had  also 
been  borrowed  by  RKO.  In  fact,  Hayward 
and  Marilyn  Monroe  were  the  only  two 
big-name  female  stars  left  on  the  studio 
contract  list. 

Susan  was  also  told  that  she  was  sched- 
uled to  start  The  Story  Of  Demetrius  with 
Victor  Mature. 

Susan  Hayward  likes  to  work,  and  she 
was  glad  to  get  back  in  harness.  "The  day 
she  checked  in,"  a  wardrobe  girl  reports, 
"she  looked  as  happy  as  a  bride  returning 
from  her  honeymoon." 

Actually,  Susan  is  that  happy.  "For 
years,"  she  admits,  "Jess  and  I  talked  about 
going  to  Europe.  Now  that  we've  been — 
well,  it  just  gives  me  a  wonderful  feeling 
of  satisfaction,  and  of  course,  we  want  to  go 
again." 

Jess  says  that  next  time  they  might  take 
their  two  boys  along,  "Because  Susan 
misses  them  an  awful  lot."  Timothy  and 
Gregory  are  fraternal  twins,  not  identical. 
They  don't  even  look  like  brothers,  even 
though  they  were  born  a  few  minutes 
apart.  Tim  is  heavier,  bigger,  and  more  ex- 
troverted than  Gregg  who  is  basically  a  shy 
and  imaginative  little  fellow. 

Although  she  is  popularly  considered  the 
shrewdest  actress  in  Hollywood  and  one  of 
20th's  biggest  money-makers,  Susan  Hay- 
ward regards  herself  primarily  as  a  mother 
and  housewife.  That's  why  she  spends 
practically  all  of  her  spare  time  at  home 
with  her  children.  She  and  Jess  very  rarely 
go  to  night  clubs  or  previews,  or  throw 
large  parties.  She  has  only  one  in  service, 
does  much  of  the  cooking  herself,  makes  it 
a  point  to  put  the  boys  to  bed,  bundle 
them  into  the  station  wagon  on  weekends, 
take  them  on  picnics,  to  drive-in  movies, 
and  to  toy  shops. 

Susan  is  also  sensible  enough  to  realize 
that  these  are  the  best  years  of  her  life 
and  to  be  grateful  for  what  she  has:  a 
seven-year  contract  at  $5,000  a  week,  the 
prestige  and  position  of  being  her  studio's 
number- one  female  star,  beauty,  travel,  a 
wonderful  home,  money  in  the  bank,  three 
cars,  the  respect  of  her  fellow-workers, 
and  most  important  of  all,  the  love  of  a 
good  husband  and  two  healthy  sons. 

In  the  words  of  the  Italian  reporter, 
Susan  Hayward  is  "the  one  movie  star  who 
has  everything." 

When  an  actress  reaches  such  heights  as 
these,  there  is  only  one  thing  she  can  do. 
She  must  give  of  herself  to  the  countless 
thousands  everywhere  who  have  contrib- 
uted indirectly  to  her  great  happiness.  And 
Susie  certainly  does!  END 


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BEAUTY  IS  EVERY  WOMAN'S  JOB                                              by  Terry  Hunt  39 

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and  Howard  Keel  are  involved  in  a  bitter 
feud.  Is  this  true? 

— O.  A.,  Boise,  Idaho. 

A.  Yes. 

Q.  Will  Marilyn  Monroe  really  fly  to 
Korea  to  entertain  our  troops  or  is  that 
just  ballyhoo? — T.E.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

A.  If  the  Defense  Department  grants 
permission,  Marilyn  plans  to  fly  to 
Korea  in  September. 

Q.  Does  Bing  Crosby  own  the  Westex 
Boot  Company  of  Wichita  Falls,  Texas? 

— F.R.,  Wichita  Falls,  Tex. 

A.  Crosby  is  part-owner. 

Q.  That  Carlos  Thompson-Yvonne  de 
Carlo  romance — was  it  on  the  level  or 
a  publicity  stunt? 

— S.R.,  Magnolia,  Ark. 

A.  Publicity. 

P.  Does  Janet  Leigh  ever  have  any- 
thing to  do  with  her  first  and  second 
husbands  ?  Does  she  ever  see  them  ? 

— P.T.,  Stockton,  Cal. 

A.  No. 

9-  I've  read  that  John  Bromfield  and 
Corinne  Calvet  sleep  in  Hollywood's 
biggest  bed,  something  11  feet  wide. 
Do  they  really? — V.T.,  Paris,  France. 

A.  Corinne  says  the  family  bed  is  only 
seven  feet  wide 

<?.  What  is  Betty  Grable's  true  age? 

— J.F.,  Binghamton,  N.  Y. 

A.  37. 

Q.  Didn't  John  Wayne  file  for  divorce 
from  his  wife  because  he  found  out 
about  her  romance  with  Steve  Cochran  ? 

— F.T.,  Oak  Grove,  La. 

A.  No;  Mrs  Wayne  never  met  Cochran 
until  the  divorce  was  filed. 

9-  Could  you  please  give  me  Piper 
Laurie's  real  name  and  let  me  know  if 
she  ever  actually  ate  flowers? 

— M.E.,  Cayucos,  Calif. 

A.  Rosetta  Jacobs;  the  flower-eating 
was  a  publicity  gimmick. 

<?.  Which  actress  in  Hollywood  gets 


the  most  fan  mail? 

— O.K.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

A.  Right  now,  Marilyn  Monroe. 

Q.  Does  Sue  Ladd  keep  Alan  Ladd  on 
a  very  strict  allowance?  How  many 
times  has  Sue  been  married,  anyway  ? 

— B.Y.,  Hyde  Park,  III. 

A.  Ladd  controls  his  own  finances; 
Mrs.  Ladd  has  been  married  three  times. 

9-  Does  Arlene  Dahl  plan  to  marry 
Fernando  Lamas  in  October  when  her 
divorce  is  final  ? 

— W.I.,  Bellingham,  Wash. 

A.  Lamas  has  not  as  yet  popped  the 

question. 

<?.  Generally  speaking,  what  is  the  at- 
titude of  movie  stars  towards  fan 
mail  ?  Do  they  like  receiving  letters  or 
do  they  consider  them  silly  ?  Which  stars 
answer  their  fan  mail  regularlv  ? 

— V.M.,  Syracuse,  N.  Y. 

A.  All  stars  like  to  receive  fan  mail  and 
consider  the  quantities  as  popularity  in- 
dications. Mario  Lanza,  Alan  Ladd,  Joan 
Crawford,  and  Janet  Leigh,  to  name 
only  a  few,  try  to  answer  all  fan  mail. 

9>  Why  was  Vic  Damone  disliked  so 
much  when  he  was  in  the  Army? 

— T.Y.  Monmouth,  N.  J. 

A.  Through  no  fault  of  his  own,  Da- 
mone was  assigned  a  soft  berth .  in 
Special  Services;  he  also  made  the 
foolish  error  of  driving  around  Army 
camps  in  his  Cadillac  convertible,  a 
move  not  designed  to  win  friends  among 
felloiv  soldiers. 

<?.  Is  it  true  that  Bob  Wagner  refuses 
to  date  girls  unless  they've  been  mar- 
ried at  least  once? 

— D.  E.,  Vero  Beach,  Fla. 

A.  Wagner  has  110  dating  prerequisites. 

9-  My  uncle,  who  works  in  Hollywood 
as  a  publicity  man,  tells  me  that  Dale 
Robertson  is  the  most  uncooperative 
young  actor  out  there.  Why  is  that? 

W.Y.,  Cheyenne,  Wyo. 

A.  Dale  has  a  theory  that  too  much 
publicity  is  bad  for  a  star;  therefore,  he 
has  cut  down  on  the  number  of  inter- 
views he'll  give.  ■ 

(Covi'mited  on  page  18) 


So  this 
is  the 
dazzling 
darling 
from  Jellicoe, 
Tenn.--  the 
honey-voiced 

honey  they 
couldn't  stop 
till  she  reached 
the  show-world's 
glittering  top! 

^So  this  Is  the  big 
music-and-love 
Story  -  -of  how  a 

Greenwich  Village 
cellar-cafe 
started  one  of 
the  brightest 
careers  the 
bright-lights 
ever  knew! 

*  So  this  is  the 
laugh- ringing, 
love -rapturous  life-- 

and  the  men  and  melodies 
in  it  -  THE  RAGTIME -TO  RICHES 

story  of  GRACE  MOORE 


PRESENTED  BY 

WARNER  BROS 


MERV  GRIFFIN  •  JOAN  WELDON  •  WALTER  ABEL-  ROSEMARY  DeCAMP-JEFF  DONNELL 

screen  play  by  JOHN  MONKS,  Jr.  •  Musical  Direction  by  Ray  Heindorf  •  produced  by  HENRY  BLANKE  '  directed  by  GORDON  DOUGLAS 

Musical  Numbers  Staged  and  Directed  by  LeRoy  Prinz 


HOLLYWOOD'S  MOST  DAZZLING  WEDDING  OF  THE  YEAR:  A  HIGH  NUPTIAL  MASS  JOINS  ANN  BLYTH  AND 


Elizabeth  Taylor  congratulates  Ann  after  she  becomes  Mrs.  Mc- 
Nulty.  Ann  had  wanted  Liz  to  be  a  bridesmaid,  but  Liz'  divorce 
ruled    her    out    of    participating    in    the    Catholic  ceremony. 


Looking  more  radiantly  lovely  than  ever,  Ann  Blyth  leaves  St.  Charles  church, 
in  North  Hollywood,  on  the  arm  of  her  husband,  Dr.  James  McNulty.  The 
fashionable  and  dignified  wedding  had  more  than  600  guests  in  attendance. 


Terry  Moore  and  Dick  Clayton  greet  the  bride  and  groom  as  the 
receiving  line  forms.  Ann's  gown  was  of  white  mousseline  de  soie, 
with  an  heirloom  lace  yoke,  and  beautiful  seed  pearl  embroidery. 


Gwen  O'Connor,  who  wept  a  bit  on  the 
stand  divorcing  Donald,  wasn't  so  upset 
she  couldn't  keep  a  dinner  date  the  same  eve- 
ning with  Dan  Dailey. 

They  went  to  one  of  the  less  prominent  cafes 
to  avoid  photographers.  But  the  headwaiter 
nearly  threw  them  when  he  spotted  Gwen  and 
then  said  to  Dan,  "Right  this  way,  Mr.  O'Con- 
nor." (!??????) 

On  second  thought,  there's  nothing  in  the 
property  settlement  Gwen  received  from  Don 
to  upset  her. 

They  divide  8100,000  cash. 
Then  she  gets  20%  of  the  first  $100,000 
Donald  earns;  10%  of  the  second  $100,000 
and  5%  of  additional  annual  income. 

Gwen  retains  custody  of  their  little  girl. 
Donna,  age  6,  with  Don  contributing  an  ad- 
ditional $150  monthly  for  the  child's  support. 
He  gets  reasonable  visitation  concessions. 

The  kid  himself — I  mean  Donald,  of  course 
— gets  the  family  dog,  O'Flynn,  an  Irish  wolf- 
hound about  the  size  of  a  Shef-r^  nony  with 


"the  appetite  of  a  horse,"  according  to  Gwen's 
testimony. 

Oh,  yes — I  almost  forgot — the  ex-Mrs. 
O'Connor  keeps  the  family  home  in  the  Val- 
ley and  Don  has  just  bought  a  new  place  in 
Beverly  Hills. 

One  "of  Gwen's  charges  was  that  Don  re- 
fused to  cooperate  in  their  social  life.  "He 
frequently  walked  out  right  in  the  middle  of 
dinner,  or  else  didn't  show  up  at  all.  And,  he 
hated  to  go  to  parties." 

In  view  of  all  this,  it's  amusing  that  his 
second  night  as  a  "free  man,"  Don  tossed  a 
party  for  25  in  his  new  house  and  planned  the 
whole  thing  himself! 

Ava  Gardner  and  Lana  Turner,  who  were 
so  chummy-chummy  in  Europe  that  Ava 
met  Lana's  and  Lex  Barker's  plane  in  Spain 
and  shared  her  hotel  suite  with  her,  aren't 
seeing  each  other  since  Frank  Sinatra  ar- 
rived. 

No,  the  girls  are  not  tiffing. 


It's  just  that  Frankie  can't  stand  the  sight 
of  Lana  ever  since  he  overheard  her  and  Ava 
"cutting  him  up"  in  Palm  Springs  during  one 
of  Ava's  and  Frankie's  more  violent  fights. 

He  even  called  the  gendarmes  and  had  them 
evicted — remember? 

Ever  since  that  time,  Lana's  been  on  Frank's 
deep  freeze  list — so,  in  order  to  maintain  the 
current  peace  (subject  to  change  without 
notice),  Ava  isn't  seeing  Lana  any  more. 

rp  he  -  Most  -  Pointed  -  Remark  -  Of  -  The  -  Month : 
When  Gary  Cooper  was  asked  by  French 
reporters  if  he  was  happy  to  be  reunited  with 
his  family,  Mrs.  Cooper  and  daughter,  Maria, 
who  had  just  flown  in  to  Paris,  big  Coop  said, 
"I'm  very,  very  happy  to  see  my  daughter 
again." 

I just  can't  remember  ever  being  at  a  big- 
ger or  better,  funnier  or  more  sentimental 
party  than  Dolores  and  Bob  Hope  gave  honor- 
ing Bob's  birthday,  the  wedding  of  Ann  Blyth 


DR.  JAMES   McNULTY  IN   HOLY  MATRIMONY. 


Jack  Benny  kisses  the  bride.  At  the  lavish  reception  at  the 
Beverly  Hills  Hotel,  guests  feasted  on  all  kinds  of  delicacies,  in- 
cluding a  ham  decorated  with  "I  Love  You"  in  red  pimiento. 


Ann  greets  Geary  Steffen,  estranged  husband  of  one  of  her 
best  friends,  Jane  Powell.  Jane,  ruled  out  from  acting  os  brides- 
maid because  of  her  marital   status,  didn't  attend  v/eddinq. 


LOUELLA 
PARSONS' 
GOOD  NEWS 


Gwen  divorces  Donald  O'Connor 

.  .  .  Franlcie  breaks  up  friendship  of  Ava 

and  Lana  ...  A  new  feud  for 

Corinne  Calve!  .  .  .  What's  happening 

between  Shelley  and  Vit+orio? 


and  Dr.  James  McNuity,  and  the  singing  Trapp 
Sisters  from  the  East. 

Although  almost  every  glamor  girl  in  town 
was  present  it  was  also  a  sort  of  family  nffm'r 
with  the  Irish  mother  and  father  of  Dr.  Mc- 
Nuity and  Dennis  Day  (_ they're  brothers)  plus 
Ann's  aunt  and  uncle,  the  Tobins;  plus  all 
zzz  s  z:zz-.zzs  zr.z  ;c-=ir.s  rr.d  icur  children 
stealing  a  lot  of  thunder  from  the  movie  guys 
and  dolls. 

The  beautiful  home  and  gardens  of  the 
Hopes  in  the  Valley  looked  like  a  section  of 
Honolulu  had  been  flown  in — and  it  almost 
had.  Francis  Brown,  orchid  King  of  the  islands, 
had  literally  buried  the  house  with  beautiful 
orchid  blooms,  just  flown  in  from  the  islands. 

I've  never  seen  Dolores  look  so  pretty  or  so 
happy.  She  actually  glowed  when  Bob  cut  his 
birthday  cake  flanked  by  all  the  children.  I 
couldn't  get  over  Linda  and  Tony,  really 
grown  up. 

The  hostess'  dress  was  a  lovely  pink  lace — 
and  I  noticed  how  many  other  lovely  ladies 


were  in  pink,  Maureen  O'Sullivan  and  Irene 
Z-unr.6  z~.zr.z- 

I  fell  completely  in  love  with  Jim's  and 
Dennis  Day's  mother  and  father.  Before  the 
evening  was  over  I  was  calling  them  Mollie 
and  Pat  and  they  called  me  Louella. 

Jack  Benny,  George  Burns,  Pat  O'Brien  and 
Fred  MacMurray  (it  was  before  his  Lily  was 
stricken  with  a  fatal  illness)  had  everyone 
bent  double  with  their  gag  that  they  were 
just  about  to  put  on  an  act — and  then  never 
getting  around  to  it. 

From  hilarious  laughter  we  swung  to  senti- 
mental tears  when  the  Trapp  Sisters  sang  a 
beautiful  love  song  to  lovely  little  Ann  Blyth 
and  her  handsome  doctor,  so  much  in  love  and 
so  happy  it  catches  at  your  heart  to  watch 
them  together. 

I  was  particularly  touched  during  the  song 
when  I  saw  the  aunt  and  uncle  who  raised 
Ann  reach  for  each  other's  hands. 

Just  about  the  time  the  buffet  supper  tables 
were  set  up  on  the  lawn,  the  moon  came  up; 


the  scent  of  the  flowers  almost  overcame  us 
with  their  sweetness;  glasses  clinked  in  toasts 
to  the  health  of  the  birthday  boy  and  the 
young  lovers;  lovely  string  music  softly  filled 
the  air — well,  all  I  can  say  is  that  it  was  a 
beautiful  evening  and  one  long  to  be  re- 
—  embered. 

P ketty  19-year-old  Audrey  Dalton  (she  was 
so  good  as  the  daughter  in  Titanic')  has 
been  secretly  married  to  James  Brown  since 
January. 

Audrey  is  one  of  the  three  girls  brought 
over  by  Paramount  from  England  for  GirJs  Of 
Pleasure  Island. 

She  would  like  the  fans  to  know  that 
the  James  Brown  she  married  is  a  student  at 
UCLA — not  the  actor  by  the  same  name. 

Geary  Steffen  finally  had  something  to  say 
about  his  break-up  with  Jane  Powell. 
"It's  all  in  her  mind;  there's  nothing  really 
wrong  between  us.  But  if  she  doesn't  went 


New  Mum  with  M-3 
kills  odor  bacteria 
. . .  stops  odor  all  day  long 

Amazingly  effective  protection  from  under- 
arm perspiration  odor  — just  use  new  Mum 
daily.  So  sure,  so  safe  for  normal  skin.  Safe  for 
clothes.  Gentle  Mum  is  certified  by  the  Amer- 
ican Institute  of  Laundering.  Won't  rot  or  dis- 
color even  your  finest  fabrics. 
No  waste,  no  drying  out.  The  only  leading 
deodorant  that  contains  no  water  to  dry  out  or 
decrease  its  efficiency.  Delicately  fragrant  new 
Mum  is  usable,  wonderful  right  to  the  bottom  of 
the  jar.  Get  a  jar  today  and  stay  nice  to  be  near! 
A  Product  of  Bristol-Myers 


PROOF! 

New  Mum  with  M-3  destroys  bac- 
teria that  cause  perspiration  odor. 


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Photo  (left),  shows  active  odor  bac- 
teria. Photo  (right),  after  adding  new 
Mum,  shows  bacteria  destroyed  ! 
Mum  contains  M-3,  a  scientific  dis- 
covery that  actually  destroys  odor 
bacteria  .  .  .  doesn't  give  underarm 
odor  a  chance  to  start. 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

Continued 

me,  I  don't  want  her. 

"Anyway,"  he  gulped,  "Jane  is  the  most 
wonderful  person,  and  wonderful  mother  in 
the  world." 

Jane  still  wants  "out"  although  I  hear  her 
romance  with  Gene  Nelson  is  getting  cooler 
and  cooler. 

When  I  talked  with  her,  Jane  had  a  bad 
cold  and  seemed  weary.  "I  just  want  to  rest 
and  let  our  lawyers  settle  all  the  problems.  If 
Geary  is  entitled  to  50%  of  all  I've  earned 
(community  property — which  means  every- 
thing is  equally  divided  between  a  couple 
after  marriage — no  matter  which  one  has 
done  the  earning — is  a  law  in  California^), 
I  guess  his  attorney  will  see  he  gets  it. 

"He  needn't  worry,  however,  about  the 
religious  upbringing  of  the  children.  I  prom- 
ised him  at  the  time  of  our  marriage  that  they 
would  be  raised  Catholics  and  I  will  keep  my 
word. 

"Our  home  is  on  the  market  for  sale.  It's 
too  big,  and  besides  I  want  to  close  all  doors 
behind  me  after  our  divorce." 

The  only  cloud  over  the  otherwise  perfect 
love  story  and  marriage  of  Ann  Blyth  and  Dr. 
McNulty  was  trouble  in  the  bridesmaids'  ranks. 

Two  of  Ann's  closest  friends,  Jane  Powell 
and  Elizabeth  Taylor,  could  not  be  attendants 
because  they  are  divorcees.  Jane  had  already 
been  fitted  for  her  bridesmaid  gown — but 
when  she  and  Geary  Steffen  hit  the  head- 
lines— Janie  bowed  out  because  she  did  not 
want  to  embarrass  Ann,  who  is  a  devout 
Catholic. 

But,  the  final  blow  came  when  it  looked  as 
if  matron  of  honor,  Jane  Withers  Moss, 
wouldn't  be  able  to  serve  for  the  same  reason 
as  Jane's. 

The  trouble  between  Jane  Withers  and  Bill 
Moss  hit  the  papers — but  because  it  was  not 
a  definite  break,  and  they  are  trying  to  patch 
things  up,  little  Ann  was  able  to  keep  her 
closest  girl  friend  as  her  matron  of  honor. 

Jeff  Chandler  has  been  dropping  into  Ciro's 
regularly  to  sing  with  the  band!  He's 
practicing  up  for  his  tour  of  army  bases  with 
disc  jockey  Johnny  Grant. 

As  a  singer,  Jeff's  no  Bing  Crosby.  His 
voice  is  untrained,  but  pleasant — and  he 
usually  gets  a  hand  from  the  crowd,  many  of 
the  customers  not  recognizing  him. 

A  woman  said  the  other  night,  "That  guy 
singing  looks  like  Jeff  Chandler." 

Personal  Opinions:  As  I  write  this,  Dick 
Haymes  is  singing  love  songs  to  Rita  Hay- 
worth  in  Honolulu  and  it's  serious  between 


Louella  Parsons  organized  a  group  of  enter- 
tainers for  a  recent  charity  carnival.  Among 
others,  Don  O'Connor,  Ann  Blyth,  Jeanne  Crain. 


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"  WITHOUT  ME 
KINDA  MORNIN' 
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S  GOOD  REASONS 
TO  WEAR  TAMPAX 
IN  HOT  WEATHER 


1.  Tampax  is  invisible,  once  it's  in  place. 
Because  Tampax  is  the  internal  kind  of 
monthly  sanitary  protection,  it  doesn't 
even  "show"  under  a  bathing  suit  that's 
wet  or  dry! 

2.  Tampax  is  unfelt,  once  it's  in  place. 
There's  all  the  difference  in  the  world 
between  cool,  comfortable  Tampax  and 
hot,  "chafey,"  irritating  external  pads. 
Try  Tampax  and  see! 

3.  Tampax  prevents  odor  from  forming — 

saves  you  from  even  the  thought  of  em- 
barrassment. It  can  be  worn  in  shower  or 
tub,  too — an  important  thing  to  remem- 
ber when  you're  away  visiting. 

4.  Tampax  is  easy  to  dispose  of — even 
when  vacation  resort  plumbing  is  not 
quite  up  to  par.  You  can  change  Tampax 
quickly,  too,  in  a  matter  of  seconds. 

5.  Tampax  is  dainty  and  discreet.  Made 
of  compressed  cotton  in  throwaway 
applicators.  Month's  supply  goes  in 
purse.  Tampax  is  easy  to  buy  at  drug  and 
notion  counters  in  3  absorbencies:  Regu- 
lar, Super,  Junior.  Tampax  Incorpo- 
rated, Palmer,  Mass. 


[0        by  the  Journal  of  the  American  Medical  Association 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

Continued 

them.  But,  I'm  not  banking  on  it  to  stay  this 
way  by  the  time  you  read  this.  .  .  . 

Hear  that  Marty  Melcher  has  decided  he's 
kept  Doris  Day  too  isolated  from  the  press, 
public,  and  Hollywood  social  affairs  and  is 
going  to  let  her  be  seen  around  more  in  the 
future.  High  time,  I  say.  .  .  . 

Wasn't  Tony  Curtis  (who  wants  a  family 
very  much)  being  a  little  bitter  when  he  said, 
"Janet's  career  is  going  so  well  now — it 
would  be  a  shame  to  interrupt  it." 

Unless  the  wife  of  a  very  popular  actor 
doesn't  stop  her  insane  imaginary  jealousies, 
— they  may  become  real.  He's  irritated  to  the 
breaking  point.  .  .  . 

I'm  sorry  Jerry  Lewis  and  Dean  Martin 
seem  to  be  in  hot  water  ever  since  they  left 
Hollywood  for  Europe.  They  followed  their 
flare-up  aboard  the  Queen  Elizabeth  by  being 
inexcusably  late  for  an  appointment  with  the 
Lord  Mayor  Kerr  of  Glasgow — so  late  he 
wouldn't  receive  them.  You  boys  don't  act 
this  way  in  Hollywood.  Better  come  home, 
kids.  .  .  . 

Rock  Hudson  has  gone  in  for  a  red  car  and 


red  furniture.  How  about  redheads????? 

It  was  a  blue,  lonely  birthday  for  Marilyn 
Monroe  on  June  1st. 
She  and  Joe  DiMaggio  had  slipped  away  to 
Ensenada  for  a  quiet  celebration.  But  they 
no  sooner  had  arrived  than  Joe  received  a 
telephone  call  from  San  Francisco  with  the 
sad  news  that  his  brother  Mike  was  dead — 
drowned. 

They  hurried  home  immediately,  Joe  leav- 
ing Marilyn  in  Los  Angeles  as  he  flew  to  his 
grief-stricken  family. 

"With  Joe  so  heartbroken  about  Mike,  I 
didn't  feel  like  going  anywhere  or  having  any 
people  in  for  my  birthday,"  Marilyn  said.  "I 
just  wanted  to  be  alone  and  wait  for  his  calls 
when  he  felt  like  talking." 

Make  no  mistake  about  it,  these  two  are 
deeply  in  love  and  hope  to  marry  soon. 

I don't  care  what  she  says  to  the  contrary, 
Judy   Garland   is   happier   and  healthier 
when  she's  fat! 

The  strenuous  diet  and  exercise  she  has 
been  undergoing  preparatory  to  starting  her 
comeback  movie,  A  Star  Is  Born  is  beginning 
to  show  in  her  strained  expression  and  a  re- 
turning nervousness.  (Continued  on  page  12) 


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□  The  Inside  Story 

O  Louella  Parsons'  Good  News 

□  Hollywood  Abroad 

□  Mike  Connolly's  Hollywood  Report 

□  Sweet  and  Hot 

O  Bing  Crosby:  "It's  Time  To  Quit" 

□  Why  Doesn't  He  Marry  The  Girl? 
( Robert  Taylor) 

□  How  We  Fell  In  Love   (Jane  Powell- 
Gene  Nelson) 

□  Hollywood  Muddle  (Donald 
O'Connor-Dan  Dailey) 

□  Great  Day  Cominq   (Virginia  Mayo) 

□  Is  Liz  Losing  Her  Beauty?  (Elizabeth 
Taylor) 

□  Beauty  Is  Every  Woman's  Job 

□  Sentimental  Journey  (Doris  Day) 

□  "She  Oughta  Be  In  Pictures"  (Elaine 
Stewart) 

□  He  Never  Said  Can't  (Gordon 
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□  Is  Terry  Moore  Heading  For  Trouble? 

□  Don't  Play  It  Safe  (Jeff  Chandler) 

□  "Wet  She  Is  .  .  .  Dry  She  Ain't" 
(Esther  Williams) 

□  Modern  Screen  Fashions 

□  Movie   Reviews  by  Florence  Epstein 


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Nothing  is  worth  it,  Judy.  We  love  you  fat, 
thin,  or  in  between — so  don't  overdo  this 
reducing  thing. 

Debbie  Reynolds  just  sat  down  and  had  a 
good  cry  when  she  learned  that  Gentle- 
men Marry  Brunettes  had  been  postponed  for 
European  production  until  October.  She's  never 
been  abroad  and  she  was  jumpin'  at  the  idea. 
"I'd  bought  all  my  clothes,"  she  wailed. 
"But,  Debbie,"  I  laughed,  "taking  clothes 
to  Paris  is  worse  than  hauling  coal  to  New- 
castle. Don't  you  know  you're  supposed  to 
buy  clothes  there?" 

"Not  me,"  she  shook  her  head,  "that's  all 
right  for  the  glamor  girls  like  Ava  Gardner 
and  Lana  Turner.  I  wear  cute  things  and 
where,  oh  where  in  all  of  Paris  could  I  buy  a 
polka-dot  bow  for  under  my  chin?" 

Bob  Wagner  let  his  hair  grow  long  for 
Prince  Valiant  and  his  flowing  locks 
never  fail  to  set  Terry  Moore  into  gales  of 
laughter. 

"You  look  just  like  me,"  she  giggles. 
Fine  thing  for  a  guy  who's  courtin'  a  gal! 

Never  has  a  girl  battled  with  stouter  heart 
than  Shelley  Winters  to  keep  rumors  of 
trouble  away  from  her  marriage. 

When  gossip  was  all  over  town  that  Shell 
and  Vittorio  Gassman  were  quarreling  in 
cafes  and  that  often  she  broke  into  tears  when 
they  appeared  in  public,  Shelley  told  me: 

"Oh,  they're  always  trying  to  separate 
Vittorio  and  me.  I  guess  the  latest  gossip 
started  at  the  Hollywood  premiere  of  Shane. 

"For  some  silly  reason,  MGM  wouldn't  let 
Vittorio  wear  the  dinner  clothes  which  he  had 
made  in  Italy — did  you  ever  hear  anything 
more  ridiculous  than  that? 

"Everyone  else  was  dressed  formally  and 
Vittorio  was  so  angry  about  the  whole  thing 
I  suppose  people  thought  he  was  quarreling 
with  me." 

Shell,  who  is  nothing  if  not  honest,  added 
wistfully,  "I  guess  we  did  argue  a  little,  Lou- 
ella,  after  I  told  him  it  was  silly  and  not  to  be 


While  Geary  Steffen  attended  the  wedding 
of  their  old  friend  Ann  Blyth,  Jane  Powell  went 
out  dancing  with  her  new  friend  Gene  Nelson. 


upset  about  such  a  little  thing.  Anything  like 
this  wouldn't  bother  me  at  all.  But,  it's  im- 
portant to  Vittorio." 

She's  such  a  really  good  girl  at  heart,  I 
hope  Shelley  is  always  important  to  Gassman. 

TVTow  it's  Corinne  Calvet  and  Joan  Fontaine 
*•  »  feuding  on  the  set  of  Flight  To  Tangier 
at  Paramount,  and  I  mean,  feuding. 

We  no  more  than  get  past  the  Marilyn 
Monroe-Joan  Crawford  battle  than  Fontaine 
and  Calvet  take  over  the  spotlight. 

Seems  that  Joan,  who  has  an  unruly  sense 
of  humor,  keeps  needling  the  French  Corinne 
by  constantly  mispronouncing  her  last  name: 

Keeps  calling  her  "Miss  Culvert"  or  "Miss 
Culprit"  or  "Miss  Cravet"  as  the  crew  chuck- 
les and  Corinne  burns  or  freezes  as  the  case 
may  be. 

It  isn't  amusing  for  anyone  to  be  ridiculed, 
but  I  sometimes  wonder  if  Corinne  doesn't  go 
a  little  out  of  her  way  to  inspire  these  feuds. 

Just  a  few  months  ago  she  and  Zsa  Zsa 
Gabor  were  locked  in  a  legal  battle  after  Zsa 
Zsa  said  Corinne  wasn't  French  at  all  but  a 
Cockney. 

After  all  the  publicity  had  been  milked  from 
this  incident,  la  Calvet  dropped  her  suit, 

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Japan,  who  reads  Modern  Screen  "aman- 
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like  to  know: 

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Noon  and  feel  restless  with  the  news  that 
lvanhoe  and  The  Quiet  Man  is  coming.  Is 
this  surprise? 

"Japanese  fans  elate  over  quality.  Please, 
who  is  Debbie  Reynolds,  Rock  Hudson  and 
Piper  Laurie  we  read  about  but  have  not 
optically  known? 

"Very  pleased  to  write  you,  and  American 
movie  fans,  in  English."  Thank  you,  Kousuke, 
— your  English  is  most  "amandently"  under- 
standable. 

There's  not  enough  space  to  mention  those 
of  you  who  are  "shocked  beyond  words" 
over  the  parting  of  Jane  Powell  and  Geary 
Steffen — the  letters  still  pouring  in  over  this 
unhappy  rift. 

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AVA  GARDNER  and  FRANK  SINATRA  are  no  longer  quarreling,  but  their  mar- 
riage isn't  going  too  smoothly,  either.  Frank  is  playing  the  British  provinces 
on  his  concert  tour  while  Ava  works  in  London  on  Knights  Of  The  Round  Table. 
Unfortunately,  Frank's  Scandinavian  tour  turned  out  to  be  a  great  lemon.  Sched- 
uled to  appear  on  the  stage  of  a  theater  in  Malmo,  Sweden,  for  at  least  one 
hour,  he  walked  off  in  half  that  fime.  Next  day  Swedish  newspapers  announced, 
"Sinatra  flops  .  .  .  Singing  horrible."  Whereupon  Frank  grabbed  the  first 
plane  and  winged  to  London.  Here,  he  took  his  bride  to  the  Turpin-Humez 
prize  fight  at  White  City.  During  the  course  of  the  fight,  one  fan  nodded 
at  Ava  and  said,  "Take  her  up  in  the  ring,  Frankie,  and  show  us  some  real 
fighting." 

GEORGE  SANDERS,  who  almost  suffered  a  nervous  breakdown  while  making  New 
Wine  with  Ingrid  and  Roberto  Rossellini  in  Italy,  was  furious  in  a  most 
sophisticated  way,  of  course,  when  he  learned  that  his  wife  Zsa  Zsa  Gabor 
was  playing  around  with  Porfirio  Rubirosa,  ex-husband  of  Doris  Duke.  "George 
shouldn't  be  angry,"  Zsa  Zsa  explained  in  Paris.  "After  all  he  had  a  romance 
or  two  in  Rome  while  I  was  working  hard  in  Hollywood.  He  will  get  over  it." 
DEAN  MARTIN  and  JERRY  LEWIS  who  arrived  in  England  with  an  entourage  of 
19  — round  trip  fares  for  the  group  came  to  $26,000 — completely  devastated 
British  audiences  in  Glasgow  and  Scotland.  One  night  Martin  and  Lewis  were 
taken  to  the  swankiest  dinner  club  in  London  to  watch  Noel  Coward  perform. 
During  the  meal  Dean  jumped  to  his  feet  and  bowing  to  the  waiter,  said, 
"Shall  we  dance?"  A  moment  later,  Jerry  went  into  his  act.  Smearing  his 
face  with  ice  cream  and  crossing  his  eyes,  he  shouted,  "I  don't  want  you 
people  to  think  I  don't  know  how  to  behave  in  a  ritzy  joint  like  this."  The 
Duchess  of  Marlborough  and  other  members  of  the  British  nobility  sitting 
nearby  were  incredulous.  "Who  are  these  strange  Americans?"  the  Duchess 
asked. 

PAUL  DOUGLAS  is  extremely  popular  in  England  these  days.  With  what  the 
British  consider  typical  American  modesty,  Douglas  keeps  telling  reporters, 
'I'm  so  ugly  all  you  have  to  do  is  put  any  girl  next  to  me,  and  she  looks 
wonderful."  Paul's  wife  Jan  Sterling  who  flew  over  to  London  with  the  actor, 
has  winged  back  to  Hollywood  leaving  Douglas  a  temporary  bachelor.  "I 
love  Hollywood,  too,"  Paul  says,  "except  that  the  work  now  is  over  here, 
and  an  actor's  got  to  go  wherever  he  earns  his  bread  and  butter." 
ANNE  BAXTER  and  STEVE  COCHRAN,  who  have  just  finished  Carnival  in  Munich, 
were  linked  together  as  a  romantic  item  by  a  hard-working  press  agent. 
The  truth,  of  course,  is  that  there  is  nothing  between  them.  Anne  is  primarily 
intellectual  and  Steve  basically  emotional,  so  emotional,  in  fact,  that  last 
Christmas  he  clouted  a  party-crasher  over  the  head  with  a  baseball  bat. 
Notified  in  Munich  that  he  would  have  to  pay  the  party-crasher  $16,000 
in  damages,  Steve  said,  "I'm  not  gonna  take  this  lying  down.  My  lawyer 
and  I,  we're  gonna  appeal."  Carnival,  incidentally,  will  be  Anne  Baxter's  last 
film  for  some  time.  After  leaving  Munich,  she  met  with  Charles  Laughton  in  Lon- 
don and  signed  a  contract  to  tour  the  U.S.  with  him  and  Tyrone  Power  in  a 
recitation  of  John  Brown's  Body.  The  tour  begins  in  Los  Angeles  on  September 
20th,  and  the  last  time  Anne  appeared  on  the  stage  for  a  regular  run  was 
in  1938  in  New  York. 

CLARK  GABLE,  whose  MGM  contract  expires  later  this  year,  was  one  of  the 
few  actors  in  Europe  who  failed  to  show  up  at  Queen  Elizabeth's  Coronation. 
Instead  of  returning  to  London,  Gable  spent  his  time  with  Suzanne  Dadolle,  the 
statuesque  Parisian  model  who  gave  up  her  job  to  travel  with  him.  Together 
they  celebrated  Gable's  final  divorce  decree  from  Lady  Sylvia  Ashley  by  sunning 
themselves  on  the  Isle  of  Capri  where  Gable  kept  saying,  "I'm  a  tired  old 
man  after  two  pictures  in  a  row  .  .  .  Don't  know  what  I'm  going  to  do  next." 
LANA  TURNER  and  her  constant  escort,  Lex  Barker,  have  succeeded  in  muddling 
most  of  the  Italian  newspapermen  assigned  to'cover  them.  Lana  keeps  insist- 
ing that  she  has  no  marital  intentions  for  the  near  future,  and  Lex  Barker 
keeps  confiding  to  the  same  newsmen  that  he'll  get  married  in  October  when 
his  divorce  from  Arlene  Dahl  becomes  final. 


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Vera-Ellen  and  Mitzi  Gaynor,  who  look  alike  and  dance  alike,  ran  into  each  other 
at  Ciro's  and  exchanged  very  cold  hello's  .  .  Jerry  Lewis  phoned  me  to  ask  why 
the  columnists  in  Hollywood  are  always  hinting  that  he's  breaking  up  with  his  wife 
or  that  Dean  Martin  is  breaking  up  with  his.  I  suggested  that  perhaps  they  give 
reporters  reason  to  think  so.  Jerry  said,  "When  and  if  the  day  arrives  when  I  fight 
with  Patti,  I'll  give  up  my  career,  buy  two  one-way  tickets,  and 
take  Patti  back  to  Newark  with  me.  My  wife  is  much  more  im- 
portant to  me  than  making  movies!"  .  .  Best  dancers  in  town: 
Gwen  O'Connor,  Donald's  estranged  spouse,  and  Dan  Dailey  .  .  . 
Fernando  the  Fickle  showed  up  with  a,  brunette  (but  Arlene's  a 
redhead!)  at  LaRue  .  .  .  Betty  Grable  and  Marilyn  Monroe,  20th's 
two  top  blondes,  merely  nodded  to  each  other  until  they  started 
working  together  in  How  To  Marry  A  Millionaire.  And  you  know 
something?  Despite  all  their  denials  of  any  enmity  whatsoever  I 
still  think  there's  no  love  lost  between  the  twain! 

June  Allyson  tells  this  wonderfully  funny  story  about  the  unfunny 
illness  of  her  husband,  Dick  Powell:  "Six  days  after  his  appendix 

burst  it  was  necessary  to  operate  in  an  attempt  to  save  his  life.  I 
saw  him  right  after  the  operation.  There  were  tubes  coming  out 
all  over  him.  Tubes  in  both  nostrils,  tubes  into  his  swollen  abdo- 
men, tubes  in  both  arms.  The  doctor  said,  'Go  in  and  talk  to  him, 
June.'  I  did.  It  was  the  only  time  I  had  ever  seen  Dick  give  up. 
You've  read  about  people  who  just  give  up?  Well,  Dick  had.  I 
began  talking.  I  don't  remember  the  things  I  poured  out.  Who 
can  at  such  a  time?  And  then  all  of  a  sudden  he  opened  his  eyes 
to  look  at  me  and  his  lips  began  to  move.  'This,'  said  Dick,  'is  a  heck 
of  a  way  to  quit  smoking!'  And  then  I  was  sure  he  was  going 
Powells        to  make  it!" 

LONG  HUNCH  DEP'T.: 

Clifton  Webb,  who  ought  to  know,  tells  us  he  thinks  Marilyn 
Monroe  will  develop  into  the  biggest  femme  star  who  has  ever 
hit  Hollywood.  "Not,"  says  Clifton,  "because  she's  so  all-fired 
talented  but  because  she  works  so  hard.  It's  nothing  for  Marilyn 
to  go  home  after  a  12-houf  day  at  the  studio  and  stay  up  till 
2  a.m.  studying  with  Natasha  Lytess,  her  dramatic  coach.  And  any- 
body who  works  that  hard  has  to  be  successful."  So  you  thought 
it  was  all  glamor,  hey?  .  .  .  The  first  syllable  of  Keefe  Brasselle's  Monroe 

surname — Brass — suits  him  well.  Little  Sir  Ego,  as  he's  called,  is 
due  for  the  year's  most  brilliant  boost  to  stardom,  thanks  to  his 
portrayal  of  Eddie  Cantor  in  The  Eddie  Cantor  Story.  Just  wait'll 
you  see  this  miraculous  piece  of  acting! 

Ann  Sheridan  was  dubbed  "The  Oomph  Girl,"  remember?  Clara 
Bow  was  "The  It  Girl."  And  now  comes  Jack  Palance,  who's  been 
dubbed  "The  Cruelest  Face  on  the  Screen"  .  .  .  Greta  Garbo  swept 
out  of  Hollywood  in  a  19S3  model  streamlined  huff.  Too  many 
attempts  to  invade  her  privacy,  she  said,  and  trotted  off  to  an 
unannounced  destination  where  she  can  be  alone  .  .  .  Oh,  almost 
forgot:  the  guest  list  for  the  Blyth-McNulty  wedding  reception 
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INSIDE  STORY 


{Continued  from  page  4) 

Q.  Are  all  of  Doris  Day's  teeth  false? 
Also  is  it  true  she  and  her  husband  are 
money-mad  ? 

— S.M.,  Mt.  Victory,  Ohio. 

A.  No  on  both  counts. 

Q.  If  Gene  Tierney  marries  Aly  Khan, 
will  she  become  a  Moslem,  too  ? 

— B.Y.,  Brighton,  Mass. 

A.  Technically  yes. 

<p.  My  mother,  who  once  dated  Clark 
Gable,  has  told  me  that  Mr.  Gable  finds 
it  extremely  difficult  to  part  with  a 
dollar.  Is  this  true? 

— V.Y.,  Los  Angeles,  Cal. 

A.  Gable  has  always  been  careful  with 
his  money. 

Q.  How  come  there  are  never  any 
stories  about  Jean  Arthur,  one  of  Holly- 
wood's greatest  actresses? 

— B.E.,  Abbeville,  S.  C. 

A.  Miss  Arthur  is  a  hard  girl  to  track 
down,  let  alone  interview. 

Q.  What's  happened  to  Randolph 
Scott?  — T.G.,  Charlotte,  N.  C. 

A.  He  is  happily  married,  lives  a  quiet, 
unexciting  life. 

Q.  All  stories  I  read  about  Jane  Wyman 
these  days  claim  she's  been  married  only 
twice.  What  is  the  truth  ? 

— H.H.,  Freeport,  L.  I. 

A.  Miss  Wyman  has  been  married  three 
times. 

9-  Is  it  true  that  Bing  Crosby  and 
Spencer  Tracy  both  plan  to  retire  next 
year?  •       — E.E.,  Leesville,  Va. 

A.  That's  what  they  say. 

Q.  Can  you  tell  me  what  Gary  Cooper 
does  with  all  his  money  ? 

— G.U.,  Butte,  Mont. 

A.  Invests  it. 

9.  What's  happened  to  Greer  Garson 
and  her  husband? 

— O.P.,  Rollins,  Fla. 

A.  They're  in  Spain  where  Greer's  hus- 
band has  oil  interests. 

Q.  Is  it  true  that  Mario  Lanza  bought 
his  parents  a  house  and  a  car  before  he 
bought  one  for  his  own  wife  and  chil- 
dren? — F.R.,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 

A.  Yes. 

9-  Of  all  the  actors  in  Europe  on  that 
18-month  tax  setup  which  one  will  re- 
turn with  the  most  money  ? 

— F.T.,  Frankfort.  Kv. 

A.  Probably  Gregory  Peck. 


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PICTURE    OF    THE  MONTH 


MAIN  STREET  TO  BROADWAY  The  cast  reads  like  a  Who's  Who  in  Hollywood  but 
what  makes  Main  Street  To  Broadway  more  than  a  showcase  of  big  names  is  the  artful 
way  in  which  the  plot  is  interlaced  with  celebrities  acting  as  themselves.  The  plot  is 
simple.  Young  playwright  (Tom  Morton)  sits  up  nights  torturing  dialogue  into  existence. 
He  has  a  girlfriend  (Mary  Murphy)  who's  excited  by  his  feverish  approach  to  life,  but 
she's  from  a  small  town  and  she  thinks  she'd  rather  go  back  there  and  marry  a  nice, 
quiet  guy  who  putters  around  in  the  garden  on  weekends.  The  nice  young  man  turns 
out  to  be  Herb  Shriner.  While  Mary's  making  up  her  mind,  Tom's  suffering  in  New  York— 
but  Gertrude  Berg  is  there  to  feed  him  soup  and  hold  up  his  head.  Finally,  he  finishes  a 
play  for  Tallulah  Bankhead.  His  agent  (Agnes  Moorehead)  says  it's  terrible,  she  won't 
even  show  it  to  Tallulah.  So  Tom  tosses  it  into  the  river,  although  he's  not  far  enough 
gone  to  jump  in  with  it.  The  police  pick  him  up,  and  maybe  you  don't  believe  it.  but  Ethel 
Barrymore  and  Louis  Calhern  come  to  his  rescue.  And  Tallulah  does  that  play  (Tom 
kept  a  copy).  There's  more — there's  Mary  Martin  singing.  There's  Helen  Hayes.  Shirley 
Booth,  Rex  Harrison,  Lilli  Palmer,  Faye  Emerson.  Leo  Durocher,  too.  Even  Leo  Duro- 
cher's  son.  And  that's  still  not  all.  Mailt  Street  To  Broadway  is  quite  a  movie!  MGM. 


ME  LB  A  Sixty  years  ago  Nellie  Melba  was  the  toast 
of  several  continents.  She  was  one  of  the  first  opera 
stars  who  looked  as  good  as  she  sounded,  and  she 
took  advantage  of  her  assets.  Another  operatic  star, 
Patrice  Munsel,  brings  her  to  colorful,  wistful  life 
in  Melba.  Her  story  begins  in  Australia  where  she 
was  born.  She  had  a  sweetheart  there  (John  McCal- 
lum)  whom  she  leaves  for  Paris  and  the  promise  it 
offers.  In  Paris,  a  young  Englishman  (John  Justin) 
falls  in  love  with  her  and  helps  her  snare  the  great 
Mme.  Marches!  (Martita  Hunt)  for  a  teacher.  After 
much  study  Nellie  makes  her  debut  and  is  an  in- 
stant success  at  Covent  Garden  in  London.  Admirers 
swarm  about  her  and  she  enjoys  them  all,  but  love 
seems  remote.  Until  the  day  John  McCallum  turns 
up — in  Monte  Carlo — and  marries  her.  Life  with 
John  is  beautiful  but  brief,  because  Nellie  must 
choose  between  him  and  her  career.  He  goes — and 
she  goes  on  to  greater  triumphs  alone.  Patrice  sings 
arias  from  Melba's  most  popular  operas  (this  is  the 
first  musical  that  uses  stereophonic  sound).  The 
screen  is  wide,  the  staging  lavish  and  in  color.  Robert 
Morley  and   Sybil  Thorndike  are  in  it  too. — U.A. 

THE  MAN  FROM  THE  ALAMO  Glenn  Ford's  the 
man.  He  would  have  died  a  hero  like  all  the  Texans 
who  defended  the  Alamo,  but  lots  were  drawn  to 
send  one  of  them  back  to  Ox-Bow  where  Mexicans 
were  destroying  homes  and  families.  Ford  arrives 
too  late.  His  wife  and  child  have  been  murdered,  his 
ranch  burned.  Only  a  little  boy  (Butch  Cavell)'has 
survived.  Ford  takes  him  to  the  next  town  where  he, 
Ford,  is  branded  a  coward  and  traitor.  The  little 
boy  tells  him  that  Americans  disguised  as  Mexi- 
cans were  the  actual  plunderers  at  Ox-Bow.  Since 
Ford  can't  convince  anyone  of  this  he  decides  to 
round  up  the  criminals  himself.  Victor  Tory's  their 
leader  and  Ford  joins  his  gang.  The  good  men  want 
to  hang  him  and  the  bad  men  don't  trust  him.  For- 
tunately for  Glenn,  Butch  is  around  to  pick  him  up 
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the  start.  Rounding  out  the  Technicolored  cast  are 
Chill  Wills,  Hugh  O'Brien,  Jeanne  Cooper. — TJ-I. 

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(Laurence  Olivier)  comes  riding,  riding,  all  the  girls 
start  sighing,  sighing  even  as  he  robs  'em.  In  bawdy 
England  he  is  a  hero  but  he  also  has  a  price  on  his 
head  and  this  lands  him  in  Newgate  Gaol.  The  night 
before  he  is  to  hang,  a  beggar  is  tossed  outside  his 
cell.  The  beggar  has  written  an  opera  about  the  bold 
and  brave  Captain  Macheath.  When  he  discovers 
that  Olivier  is  Macheath  he  shows  him  the  score 
and  the  opera  unfolds.  All  about  a  carefree  ladies' 
man  of  300  years  ago  who  is  finally  betrayed  by  the 
women  he  has  been  so  gaily  cavalier  to,  A  man  so 
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unless  he's  awfully  charming.  Olivier  sings — as  does 
the  entire  cast — to  music  written  by  Sir  Arthur 
Bliss.  Playwright  Christopher  Fry  provided  the 
lyrics.  It's  in  Technicolor — -Warners. 


IT  CAME  FROM  OUTER  SPACE  Richard  Carlson's 
talking  up  romance  to  Barbara  Rush  when  what 
looks  like  a  giant  meteor  flashes  across  the  western 
sky  and  explodes  in  the  desert.  No  coward,  he,  Carl- 
son walks  right  into  the  seething  crater,  conies  out 
swearing  he  saw  a  space  ship.  Those  are  rocks,  the 
Army  tells  him,  staring  fixedly  at  his  head.  But  eerie 
things  begin  to  happen.  People  disappear  in  thin  air 
and  when  they  re-appear  act  like  zombies.  Some  of 
them  don't  ever  re-appear.  Simple,  really.  Those 
spacemen  are  so  ugly  they're  afraid  to  show  them- 
selves— each  one  is  a  viscous  blob  with  a  large  eye 
floating  in  the  center — instead,  they  take  the  shape 
of  whatever  people  they  find.  But  try  telling  that  to 
Sheriff  Charles  Drake  who's  dying  to  blast  'em  back 
to  Mars.  The  movie,  written  by  Ray  Bradbury,  is  in 
3-D  on  a  wide  screen  with  stereophonic  sound. — U.I. 


SOUTH  SEA  WOMAN  When  Marine  Sergeant  Jim 
O'Hearn  (Burt  Lancaster)  is  brought  up  for  trial 
the  court  can't  even  believe  the  charges.  Desertion, 
theft — that's  okay.  But  who  ever  heard  of  a  marine 
sinking  a  saloon?  Not  only  a  saloon.  But  almost  the 
entire  Jap  fleet  at  Guadalcanal.  And  without  per- 
mission. But  as  you'll  discover,  if  any  marine  could 
have  done  it,  that  marine  was  O'Hearn.  Virginia 
Mayo  (she  met  him  in  Singapore)  and  Veola  Vonn 
(she  met  him  on  an  island  where  she  ran  a  hotel) 
take  the  stand.  So  do  various  other  characters  who 
crossed  O'Hearn's  path  during  his  exploits.  All  of 
them  piece  together  an  hilarious  story.  The  whole 
trouble  started  when  Burt's  protege  (Chuck  Con- 
nors) wanted  to  marry  Virginia  and  Burt  tried  to 
rescue  him.  Somehow  the  light  went  out  (they  were 
in  a  saloon)  and  they  all  woke  up  in  the  China 
Sea.     Don't  ask  me  what  happened.     Ask  Warners. 


THE  AFFAIRS  OF  DOBIE  GILLIS  If  anyone  who  was 
responsible  for  this  picture  ever  even  saw  a  college 
I'd  like  to  know  the  name  of  it.  But  go  fight  MGM 
who  has  Debbie  Reynolds  on  their  side.  She's  really 
interested  in  learning,  can  she  help  it  if  she  meets 
a  traveling-salesman  type  freshman  (Bobby  Van)  ? 
Together  they  blow  up  the  chem  lab,  make  monkeys 
out  of  their  professors  and  turn  the  campus  into  a 
musical  corned}'  set.  Barbara  Ruick  and  Bob  Fosse — 
add  a  couple  of  pleasant  songs  and  dances  to  the 
burdened  air.  It's  not  surprising  that  Debbie's 
father  (Hanley  Stafford)  is  reduced  to  a  gibbering 
idiot  in  his  efforts  to  isolate  her  from  her  frolicsome 
friends.  He  sends  her  to  New  York,  but  that  doesn't 
work.  He  even  calls  the  cops,  and  almost  gets  him-' 
self  arrested.  Well,  it's  all  in  fun,  as  they  say. 
And  Donald  O'Connor  had  better  watch  out  for 
Bobby  Van. — MGM 


WHITE  WITCH  DOCTOR  Once  again  Africa  (in 
Technicolor)  provides  a  thrilling  background  for  ro- 
mance and  darker  passions.  The  year  is  1907.  Nurse 
Susan  Hayward  arrives  in  the  Congo  to  work  at  a 
remote  hospital  post.  Right  away  she  meets  Bob 
Mitchum  who  is  being  attacked  by  a  wild  gorilla  (he 
sends  'em  back  alh-e  to  various  zoos).  She  thinks 
he's  brutal;  he  thinks  she's  frustrated.  While  they're 
falling  in  love,  witch  doctors  are  trying  to  cast  spells 
over  their  competitor  (that's  Susan)  and  Walter 
Slezak  (Mitchum's  partner)  is  thinking  up  ways  to 
steal  gold  from  the  dread  Bakuba  tribe.  He  gets  his 
chance  when  Susan  is  called  to  the  Bakuba  village 
to  tend  the  chief's  son.  To  complicate  the  situation, 
Slezak  is  advancing  on  the  village  with  greed  in  his 
eyes  and  dynamite  on  his  porter's  backs.  The  real 
excitement,  though,  lies  in  the  sound  of  the  drums 
and  the  shots  of  native  dancing — 20th 


AFFAIR  WITH  A  STRANGER  Romance  in  the  big  city 
generally  involves  cab  drivers,  motherly  landladies, 
Carving  artists  and  models.  Affair  With  A  Stranger's 
io  different.  It's  a  woman's  story  with  a  handsome 
liunk  of  man  in  it.  That's  Vic  Mature,  a  playwright, 
unpublished.  On  New  Year's  Eve,  in  the  middle  of 
limes  Square,  he  finds  Jean  Simmons  and  his  wor- 
-ies  are  half  over.  She  very  conveniently  falls  in  love 
ind  is  shortly  providing  him  with  all  the  meals  he'd 
rtherwise  have  to  steal  from  the  automat.  But  before 
his  movie's  through.  Mature  owns  a  house  larger 
han  Long  Island  and  is  rumored  getting  a  divorce 
torn  Jean.  Flashbacks  trace  their  courtship,  his  first 
Jroadway  flop,  the  birth  of  their  baby,  the  strike-it- 
ich  days.  Those  are  the  days  that  usher  in  siren 
vlonica  Lewis.  She  stars  in  Vic's  plays  and  makes 
«sses  at  him  off  stage.  He  resists  her  for  a  while- 
he  question  you  may  ask  is.  how  long?  You  may 
.ell  ask  —  HKO  (Marc  movie  reviews  on  next  pacie) 


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n  Be  a  hide-beater  Q  Gong  up  Q  Try  soloing 

Don't  let  those  hermit  blues  set  in !  Have 
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kindred  souls  who  share  it.  Help  with  the 
school  paper,  or  posters  for  the  fall  prom. 
Or,  hop  on  the  bandwagon  (who  knows  — 
you  might  be  a  Rosemary,  junior  grade!). 
And  don't  let  calendar  cares  nag  you.  With 
Kotex,  you  can  beat  off  "outline"  blues,  for 
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Are  these  autographs  likely  to  go  — 

I   |  To  her  head  Q  Round  her  waist 

A  walking  album  —  your  scrapbook  belt  (new 
fun  fashion) !  Make-believe  leather  with  vinyl 
plastic  "window",  it  holds  your  heroes' auto- 
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What's  on  a  smart  job-holder's  mind? 

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Your  heart's  set  on  a  big-time  career? 
Better  keep  your  mind  on  the  future  in- 
stead of  each  visiting  fireman.  Show  the 
boss  you're  dependable.  Promotion-worthy. 
What's  more,  come  "those  days",  don't 
count  on  heaven  alone  to  protect  the  work- 
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T.  M .  REG.  U.  S.  PAT. 


Which  of  these  "steadies"  does  most  for  you? 

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weight you'll  hardly  know  you're  wearing  one.  And  Kotex  belts 
lake  kindly  to  dunkings;  slay  flat  even  after  countless  washings. 
Why  not  buy  two  .  .  .  for  a  change! 


SHE  HAD  TO  SAY  YES  Here's  a  small  town  in 
Arkansas  that  just  sets  there  and  lets  the  rest  of  the 
world  go  hang.  They  don't  even  mention  money  in  this 
place.  They  pay  each  other  in  livestock  and  eggs.  The 
town  doctor,  Bob  Mitchum,  is  more  interested  in 
landing  a  trout  named  Hercnles  than  any  patients. 
People  like  Edgar  Buchanan,  Wallace  Ford  and 
Raymond  Walburn  run  the  stores  and  the  jail,  none 
of  which  are  ever  crowded.  So  suddenly  an  heiress 
(Jean  Simmons)  slides  into  town  in  a  flashy  Cadillac 
and  wreaks  enough  havoc  to  last  a  hundred  years. 
All  she  wants  to  do  is  repay  the  people  of  this 
town  for  saving  her  life  when  she  was  a  baby.  They 
sent  her  to  a  hospital  when  her  father,  who  was 
still  sniffing  for  those  oil  wells,  couldn't  afford  it. 
How  she  repays  them  (mostly  by  disrupting  the 
entire  economy)  and  how  she  falls  for  Dr.  Mitchum 
is  what  this  movie's  all  about. — RKO 


THE  MASTER  OF  BALLANTRAE  In  1745  every  Scots- 
man worth  his  salt  was  fighting  George  II.  Unfor- 
tunately, George  II  won  and  no  Scotsman  could  go 
home  again  (if  he  did  he  was  hanged  for  a  rebel). 
This  is  Errol  Flyun's  problem.  He  owns  a  castle 
in  Ballantrae,  and  has  a  fiancee  (Beatrice  Campbell). 
He  does  manage  to  see  her  one  night  for  a  kiss,  a 
promise  of  undying  love  and  some  money.  The 
money  will  take  him  and  another  rebel  (Roger  Live- 
sey)  to  France.  But  someone  tips  off  the  Redcoats 
and  Flynn  is  shot,  falls  into  the  sea.  Dead?  No. 
They  fall  in  with  a  crew  of  pirates,  fight  duels,  toss 
rival  pirates  overboard,  and  finally  amass  a  fortune. 
They  return  to  Scotland,  stage  a  war  with  the  Red- 
coats in  their  own  castle  and  Flynn  is  locked  up. 
Redcoats  think  they're  going  to  hang  him,  but  they 
don't  know  about  the  secret  passage. — Warners. 


SEA  DEVILS  This  movie  crosses  the  Channel  so  much 
you  get  seasick.  It  takes  place  in  the  days  when  Na- 
poleon was  threatening  to  invade  England  and  there 
were  so  many  spies  you  never  knew  which  side  they 
were  on.  That  is  Rock  Hudson's  problem.  He's  a 
smuggler,  owns  a  little  boat.  One  night  Yvonne  de 
Carlo,  draped  in  mystery  and  a  low  cut  gown,  asks 
him  to  take  her  to  France.  She  wants  to  ransom  her 
brother,  she  says;  he's  being  held  by  the  revolution- 
aries. A  few  hours  later  Hudson  lovingly  drops  her  on 
the  coast  of  France.  Next  time  he  sees  her  she  is 
all  dressed  up  like  a  countess  who  is  a  French  spy. 
Rock  doesn't  think  twice;  he  kidnaps  and  delivers 
her  to  the  British.  Naturally,  the  British  send  her 
back  to  France,  because  she  is  no  spy.  That  is,  she  is 
a  spy  but  an  English  spy.  When  Napoleon  finds  that 
out,  there's  trouble!  And  Rock's  crossing  the  Channel 
again.  Among  those  ashore  are  Maxwell  Reed,  Denis 
O'Dea,  Jacques  Brunius. — RKO 


sweet 


Highly 

Recommended 
Recommended 
No  Stars: 

by  leonard  feather 
FROM  THE  MOVIES 

Whew!  Never  before  in  the  history  of 
this  column  has  there  been  such  a  moun- 
tainous monthful  of  movie  music  piled  on 
my  record  changer.  Looks  as  though 
Hollywood  is  again  becoming  aware  of 
how  mutually  helpful  the  studios  and  Tin 
Pan  Alley  can  be  to  each  other.  Following 
are  some  of  the  more  interesting  items. 

ALL  I  DESIRE — title  song  by  Tony  Arden  &  The 
Four  Lads*  (Columbia);  Camarata 
(Decca);  David  Rose  (MGM);  Bob 
Manning*  (Capitol). 

THE  BAD  AND  THE  BEAUTIFUL —  Love  Is  For 
The  Very  Young  by  Victor  Young* 
( Decca ) . 

BRIGHT  ROAD — Suzanne  {Every  Night  When 
The  Sun  Goes  Dozvn)  by  Harry  Bela- 
fonte**  (Victor). 

BAND  WAGON— sound  track  album  by  Fred 
Astaire,    Nanette    Fabray*  (MGM). 

CINEMA  RHAPSODIES— Vol.  I  by  Victor  Young* 
( Decca ) . 

This  is  an  EP  record  by  Victor  Young's 
Singing  Strings  group,  featuring  Moulin 
Rouge,  Ruby,  Hi-Lili  Hi-Lo  and 
Change  of  Heart,  the  theme  melody  from 
Forever  Female. 

GENTLEMEN  PREFER  BLONDES— sound  track  al- 
bum by  Jane  Russell  and  Marilyn  Mon- 
roe** (MGM). 

This  may  surprise  you!  We  already  knew 
Jane  was  a  good  singer,  but  Marilyn  does 
all  right  too.  They  both  do  separate  ver- 
sions of  Bye  Bye  Baby  and  are  featured 
together  on  When  Love  Goes  Wrong 
and  A  Little  Girl  From  Little  Rock. 

JENNIFER — Angel  Eves  by  Nat  Cole*  (Capi- 
tol);   Ella   Fitzgerald**  (Decca). 

LIMELIGHT — Terry's  Theme  (now  retitled 
Eternally)  by  Jackie  Gleason*  (Capi- 
tol); Johnny  Smith*  (Roost);  Ron  Good- 
win (Coral);  Hugo  Winterhalter  (Victor); 
Richard  Hayman  (Mercury);  Victor 
Young  (Decca);  Noro  Morales  (Victor); 
Wally  Stott  (Columbia);  Jimmy  Young 
(London). 

MELBA —  The  Melba  Walts  (Dreamtime)  by 
Patrice  Munsel*  (Victor);  Percy  Faith 
with  Frank  Parker  &  Marion  Marlowe 
(Columbia);  Victor  Young  (Decca); 
Tony  Craig  (Vogue).  Is  This  The  Be- 
ginning Of  Love?  (Victor). 

THE  MOON  IS  BLUE— title  song  by  Sauter-Fine- 
gan     (Victor);    Silver    Strings  (Victor). 

MUSIC  FROM  HOLLYWOOD— album  by  Percy 
Faith*  (Columbia). 

This  LP  features  the  fine  double-length 
Faith  versions  of  Return  to  Paradise, 
Ruby,  Moulin  Rouge  and  The  Bad  & 
The  Beautiful  {Love  Is  For  The  Very 
Young) . 


once  I  had  blond  hair. 


Photograph  by  Mark  Shaw,  courtesy  of  MADEMOISELLE 

now-Richard  Hudnut 

Light  and  Bright  has  brought 
back  natural  looking  lightness 


then  I  turned  drab  and  mousey... 


"v  Guaranteed  by  4* 
Good  Housekeeping 


Nothing  to  mix  or  fix 
"It's  simpler  than 
setting  your  hair!" 


by  RICHARD  HUDNUT  is  the  newest  cosmetic  gift  to  blondes,  brownettes, 

redheads,  with  dull  or  lifeless  looking  hair.  It's  an  entirely  different  kind  of 

home  hair  lightener,  a  cosmetic  really,  that  gives  you  natural-looking 

color  that  won't  wash  out  because  it  brings  out  the  lightness  inherent  in 

your  hair.  Not  a  dye,  or  rinse,  it's  a  simple,  single  solution  you  apply  directly 

to  your  hair  to  lighten  and  brighten  a  little  or  a  lot  depending  on 

how  many  times  you  use  it.  And  it's  so  easy  to  use.  No  mixing,  timing  or 

shampooing.  So  safe,  too.  Light  and  Bright  contains  no  ammonia 

and  the  color  change  is  gradual  because  you  yourself  decide  how  many 

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RICHARD    HUDNUT  of  Fifth  Avenue 


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holly  wood 


Clooney 


continued 


means  when  David  O.  Selznick  checks  into 
Lebanon  Hospital  for  a  physical  check-up  and 
lists  not  his  wife,  Jennifer  Jones,  as  his 
closest  friend  and/or  relative  to  be  notified 
in  case  of  an  emergency — but  Joseph 
Gotten??!! 

QUICK  QUOTES: 

Asked  if  she  knew  anything  about  love. 
Debbie  Reynolds  said,  "No,  but  I'm  ready." 
Wow!  .  .  .  Evelyn  Keyes,  asked  why  it  is 
she  looks  prettier  and  younger  than  when 
she  was  here  two  years  ago, 
replied,  "With  me  the  new 
switch  in  show-business  isn't 
3-D  but  3-L:  eat  Lightly, 
sleep  Late,  always  be  about 
to  fall  in  Love"  .  .  .  Know 
how  a  gal  gets  all  a-flutter 
and  a-fluster  when  you  ask 
her  if  she'll  marry  a  guy? 
Well,  I  asked  Rosemary 
Clooney  if  she'll  marry  Jose 
Ferrer  and  this  is  her  word- 
for-word  answer  on  my  tape-recorder:  "If 
you  say  in  your  Modern  Screen  column  that 
I'm  going  to  be  married — uh,  well — I'm  afraid 
to  say  definitely  that  I  will  be!  That  is  to 
say,  you  see,  you  can  say  I  might  be  at  the 
time  your  readers  read  this  and  not  look 
stupid  to  your  readers — oh,  you  know  what 
I  mean ! — because  I  still  have  marriage  very 
much  in  my  mind  and  so  does  Jose!"  (!) 

ODDS  BODKINS: 

Terry  Moore's  been  complaining  to  every- 
one that  the  publicity  her  studio  gives  out 
about  her  isn't  very  dignified.  But  hey,  Terry, 
what  about  those  sexy  poses  you  get  yourself 
into  for  the  photogs?  .  .  Farley  Granger 
sends  out  form  letters  telling  romantic  girl 
fans  of  his  why  he  can't 
marry  them  .  Mitzi  Gay- 
nor  can  say,  "Look,  no 
scar!"  Since  her  sawbones 
performed  a  plastic  job  on 
her  appendectomy  .  , 
Movie  star  who  never  lets 
her  public  down:  Joan 
Crawford.  Always  bright 
and  shining  in  hat,  gloves, 
furs,  simple  jewelry,  sharp 
makeup  and  driving  a  crazy 
car,  that's  our  Joanie  .  .  .  Anna  Maria  Alber- 
ghetti,  the  girl  you  liked  so  well  in  The 
Stars  Are  Singing,  is  really  growing  up.  She 
has  been  signed  to  fill  the  tights  originally 
intended  for  Jane  Russell  in  Red  Garters — 
and  once  more  she'll  be  playing  with  her 
pal,  Rosie  Clooney  .  .  .  Janet  Leigh  still 
hasn't  seen  Jet  Pilot,  the  -movie  she  made 
with  John  Wayne  for  Howard  Hughes.  The 
necklines  of  her  dresses  four  years  ago,  when 
the  picture  was  made,  were  much  lower  than 
they  are  now! 

Dottie  Lamour  got  over  the  mumps  in 
time  to  celebrate  her  tenth  wedding  anni- 
versary with  Bill  Howard  and  guess  what? 
I'll  bet  they'll  celebrate  SO  more!  .  .  .  Ingrid 
Bergman's  ermine  wrap  is  still  hanging  in  a 
Beverly  Hills  fur  storage  vault,  after  all 
these  years.  Once  a  year  the  storage  bill  goes 
to  her  attorney,  Greg  Bautzer  .  .  Sunset 
Strip  sight:  Charlie  Chaplin,  Jr.,  and  his 
ex-stepmother,  Paulette  Goddard  .  .  .  Frank 
Lovejoy  has  lowered  his  sports  car  two  inches 
so  that  he  can  strike  matches  on  the  pavement. 


Gaynor 


.  .  .  June  Haver  loves  the  packages  of  cheese 
her  Hollywood  pals  have  been  sending  to  her 
in  the  convent.  She  is  also  enjoying  the  cara- 
mel corn. 

SEX  APPEAL: 

Hey,  what  did  you  think  of  Janie  Powell 
in  Small  Town  Girl  I  Grown-up  all  of  a  sud- 
den, isn't  she — all  this  and  pretty,  poised  and 
surprisingly  sexy !  .  .  .  The  script  for  Joan 
Crawford's  new  picture  at  MGM,  Torch  Song, 
describes  the  woman  who  plays  the  leading 
role  (and  kiddies,  I  do  mean  Joan  herself!) 
as  having  beautiful  legs.  So,  first  day  back 
on  her  old  home  lot  after  a 
ten-year  absence,  Joan  got 
herself  rigged  out  in  leotard 
and  mesh  stockings  for  her 
dance  rehearsals  with  Chuck 
Walters  and,  sure  enough, 
there  they  were — the  most 
beautiful  legs  in  town !  .  .  . 
Incidentally,  Penny  Ed- 
wards has  plenty  upstairs 
too  but  have  you  ever 
noticed  her  gorgeous  gams?  "  Crawford 
Wheweee  .  .  .  Something  I  never  expected  to 
see:  Shelley  Winters  in  hat  and  gloves  ...  I 
had  a  feeling  George  Sanders  would  emerge 
as  an  entirely  new  character  in  Call  Me 
Madam,  and  sure  enough  he  did,  opening  up 
a  brand  new  field  for  his  acting  services.  His 
fan  mail  now  shows  that  you  gals  are  drool- 
ing over  him,  and  about  time  .  .  .  And  you 
guys  will  be  oh-ing  and  ah-ing  little  Natalie 
Wood  pretty  soon.  Here's  a  child  star  who's 
growing  up  into  a  real  looker. 

Despite  Rita  Hayworth's  denials,  her  big- 
gest romance  since  Aly  Khan  is  Manuel 
Rojas  (pronounced  Ro-hass),  the  Chilean  polo 
player.  They  sizzle  when  they're  together !  . . . 
Richard  Burton,  an  independent  cuss,  has  this 
to  say  about  himsef:  "If  I  saw  myself  on  the 
screen  I  would  see  room  for  improvement  so 
I  don't  see  myself.  Anyway,  I  don't  have  any 
sex  appeal  and  I  don't  like  movies!"  .  .  . 
Wait  and  see  if  I'm  not  right  with  the 
prophecy  that  Herb  Shriner  will  be  a  big 
star,  on  the  order  of  the  late,  beloved  Will 
Rogers,  when  Main  Street  To  Broadway  hits 
the  nation's  screens  .  .  . 

FUNNIES: 

Farley  Granger  thanked  Don  McNeill  for 
asking  him  to  make  a  guest  appearance  on 
Don's  "Breakfast  Club"  radio  show:  "After 
eight  months  of  being  suspended  by  Sam 
Goldwyn,  I  needed  a  free 
meal!" 

Tommy  Morton  wants 
you  to  know  that  Holly- 
wood's a  place  where  every 
kick  in  the  pants  is  a  step 
forward  .  .  .  Jean  Peters 
asks  if  you  know  the  dif- 
ference between  a  buffalo 
and  a  bison?  A  buffalo  is 
an  animal  that  roams  the 
plains  and  a  bison  is  a 
receptacle  that  an  Englishman  washes  his 
hands  in  .  .  .  Fascinating  problem  submitted 
by  Dale  Robertson:  What  does  a  drunkard 
see  when  he  staggers  into  a  3-D  movie— 6-D? 
.  .  .  Bob  Wagner's  definition  of  a  Hollywood 
phony:  a  guy  who  has  a  million  things  on 
the  fire  but  hasn't  got  a  pot  to  cook  in  .  . 
Rory  Calhoun  says  the  only  thing  they  use 
radio  for  any  more  is  to  sell  television  sets 
.  .  .  Gossip  item  mentioned,  that  a  producer 
was  seen  with  a  gorgeous  blonde.  "That  was 
no  gorgeous  blonde,"  shrieked  his  wife.  "That 
was  met" 


Peter 


Which  do  you  want  to  be?  So  much 
depends  on  you  ...  on  whether  your 
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night  and  morning,  and  especially 
before  any  date. 

Four  times  better  than 
tooth  paste  in  clinical  tests 

Listerine  stops  bad  breath  instantly 
and  usually  keeps  it  stopped  for  hours 
on  end.  In  fact,  in  recent  clinical  tests 
Listerine  Antiseptic  averaged  four 
times  better  in  reducing  breath  odors 
than  the  two  leading  tooth  pastes,  as 
well  as  the  three  leading  chlorophyll 


products,  it  was  tested  against. 

No  Chlorophyll  Kills  Odor  Bacteria 
Like  This  .  .  .  Instantly 

Listerine  instantly  kills  millions  of 
germs,  including  germs  that  cause  the 
most  common  type  of  bad  breath  .  .  . 
the  kind  that  begins  when  germs  start 
the  fermentation  of  proteins  which 
are  always  present  in  the  mouth.  And, 
research  shows  that  your  breath  stays 
sweeter  longer  depending  upon  the  degree 
to  which  you  reduce  germs  in  the  mouth. 
Chlorophyll  does  not  kill  germs; 
brushing  your  teeth  doesn't  give  you 
this  antiseptic 
protection. 
Listerine  does! 


The  most  widely  used  antiseptic  in  the  world 

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The  year's  biggest  shock  to  the 

entertainment  world  was  Bing's  calm 
announcement  that  he's  ready  to  retire.  He  has 

private  business  to  attend  to. 

BY  JACK  WADE 


bing  crosby: 

it's  time  to  quit 


■  It  was  in  June,  just  before  he  and  his 
boy  Lindsay  pulled  out  of  Europe  that 
a  jaunty  little  man  named  Bing  Crosby  sat 
in  a  large  rococco  hotel  room  in  Paris 
and  with  typical  Crosby  levity  announced 
his  impending  retirement. 

"I'm  49,"  Bing  said.  "I've  been  around 
a  long  time,  and  I  think  I've  earned  a  rest. 

"They've  got  me  penciled  in  to  do 
White  Christmas  with  Fred  Astaire — I  guess 
that'll  roll  in  August — and  then  another 
Road  picture  with  Hope,  and  that's  it. 

"Of  course,  if  something  very  good 
comes  along," — Bing  pressed  his  right  thumb 
and  index  finger  together — "the  piece  de 
resistance,  I'll  probably  do  that 
one,  too.  But  I've  had  it,  and  it's  time 
for  me  to  stop.  Why.  man.  I'm  as  old 
as  Hope." 

"Is  Bob  Hope  thinking  of  retirement?" 
someone  asked. 

The  Groaner  ran  a  hand  through  what 
is  left  of  his  hair.  "Of  course  not."  He 
grinned.  "The  public  isn't  that  lucky  .  .  . 
Well,  I've  got  to  hit  a  few  today.  I'm  entered 
in  the  French  Amateur  (Golf 
Championship)." 

And  with  that  Der  Bingle  was  off. 
Casual,   nonchalant,   seemingly  light-hearted, 
he  attached  no  importance  to  his 
announcement,  didn't  even  consider  it 
newsworthy  enough  to  call  a  full-fledged  press 
conference.  The  most  fabulous  career  in 
motion  pictures  was  on  the  verge  of  coming 
to  an  end,  and  its  possessor  considered  it 
on  par  with  a  round  of  golf. 

As  a  matter  of  fact  that  same  day,  Bing 
drove  out  to  Chantilly,  some  30  miles  from 
Paris,  to  compete  (Continued  on  page  72) 


"Comment  ca  va,  Old  Boy?"  Crosby's  nonchalance  captured  French  hearts  at 


the  Moulin  Rouge  hospital  benefit.  After  his  European  jaunt  with  Lindsay,  Bing  wil 
go  home  to  make  two  more  pictures  and  devote  himself  to  Gary,  Philip  and  Dennis. 


Thrilling  Beauty  News  fofru  uum  ofr  Liquid  Shampoos! 


LUSTRE-CREME  is  the 
favorite  beauty  shampoo 

of  4  out  of  5 
top  Hollywood  stars . . . 
and  you'll  love  it  in  its 
new  Lotion  Form,  too! 


"GENTLEMEN  PREFER 
BLONDES" 

A  20th  Century-  Fox  Production 
Color  by  Technicolor 


MARILYN  MONROE  says,  "Yes,  I  use  Lustre-Creme  Shampoo."  When  America's  most  glamorous  women  use  Lustre-Creme  Shampoo, 
shouldn't  it  bejiour  choice  above  all  others,  too? 

tJovJ !  Lustre-Creme  Shampoo 
oJLbcr  ut  New  Lotion  Form  ! 


NEVER  BEFORE — a  liquid  sham- 
poo like  this!  Lustre-Creme 
Shampoo  in  new  Lotion  Form 
is  much  more  than  just  another 
shampoo  that  pours.  It's  a  new 
creamy  lotion,  a  fragrant,  satiny, 
easier-to-use  lotion,  that  brings 
Lustre-Creme  glamour  to  your  hair 
with  every  heavenly  shampoo ! 


VOTED  "BEST"  IN  DRAMATIC  USE-TESTS!  Lustre-Creme  Sham- 
poo in  new  Lotion  Form  was  tested  against  4  leading  liquid 
and  lotion  shampoos  ...  all  unlabeled.  And  3  out  of  every  5 
women  preferred  Lustre-Creme  in  new  Lotion  Form  over  each 
competing  shampoo  tested — for  these  important  reasons: 


*  Lather  foams  more  quickly! 

*  Easier  to  rinse  away! 

*  Cleans  hair  and  scalp  better! 

*  Leaves  hair  more  shining! 


+  Does  not  dry  or  dull  the  hair! 
i*  Leaves  hair  easier  to  manage! 
+  Hair  has  better  fragrance! 
+  More  economical  to  use! 


Lustre-Creme  in  new  Lotion  Form  is  the  best  liquid  shampoo  yet! 


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Famous  Cream  New  Lotion 

Form  in  jars  or  tubes,  Form  in 

27C  to  $l.  handy  botdes, 

(Big  economy  size,  $2.)  30c  to  SI. 

POUR  IT  ON  —  OR  CREAM  IT  ON!  In 

Cream  Form,  Lustre-Creme  is  Amer- 
ica's favorite  cream  shampoo.  And  all 
its  beauty-bringing  qualities  are  in  the 
new  Lotion  Form.  Whichever  form  you 
prefer,  lanolin-blessed  Lustre-Creme 
leaves  your  hair  shining-clean,  eager 
to  wave,  never  dull  or  dry. 


That  Ivoi^Look 


Young  America  /ms  it.Mu  cm  km  it  in  Tdqys. 


f 


Cathy  Avery's  complexion  wasn't  always 
the  peaches-and-cream  perfection  it  is  to- 
day. She  says  a  change  to  Ivory  and  regular 
care  worked  the  magic.  "I'd  like  to  tell 
every  girl,"  says  this  popular  model,  "what 
wonderful  things  Ivory's  purity  and  mild- 
ness can  do  for  her  complexion!" 


99^>%pum..it  floats 


Young  as  she  is,  this  little  Miss  has  a  beauty 
tip  for  you — a  cake  of  pure,  mild  Ivory  Soap. 
Famous  for  pampering  delicate  skin  like 
hers,  Ivory  is  advised  by  more  doctors  and 
skin  specialists  than  any  other  soap. 


Cfoa  Goal  ^ou^7^ot7mc/ -/oo& 
hjutfoke  cueek/ 

It  takes  so  little  time  to  have  a  lovelier  com- 
plexion if  you  just  do  this :  change  to  regular 
care  and  use  pure,  mild  Ivory.  In  seven  days 
your  complexion  will  look  smoother,  softer, 
younger!  Yes,  you'll  have  That  Ivory  Look. 


More  doctors  advise  Jvory  than  any  other  soap! 


Constant  dates  in  Hollywood  made  Bob  so  lonesome  for  Ursula  in  England,  he  flew  to  the  US  to  join  her  in  a  visit  to  his  hometown. 


HERE  IS  MODERN  SCREEN'S  FRANK  ANALYSIS  OF  THE  ROBERT  TAYLOR-URSULA  THIESS  COURTSHIP 


Why 

doesn't 
he 

marry 
the  girl 

by  Consuelo  Anderson 


■  It  is  an  unwritten  rule  in  Hollywood  that 

every  actor  who  gets  a  divorce  eventually  re-marries. 

Clark  Gable,  Dick  Powell,  Alan  Ladd,  Humphrey 
Bogart,  Cary  Grant,  Michael  Wilding — the  list  goes  on  and  on 
including  practically  everyone  except  Spangler  Arlington  Brugh, 
a  strikingly  handsome  41 -year-old  actor  who  for  19  years  has 
been  playing  in  motion  pictures  under  the  name  of  Robert  Taylor. 

More  popular  than  ever  before — the  result  no  doubt 
of  his  appearance  in  Quo  Vadis,  Ivanhoe,  Above  And  Beyond, 
All  The  Brothers  Were  Valiant,  Ride,  Vaquerd,  and  Knights 
Of  The  Round  Table — Bob  Taylor  admits  that  he  has  lost 
his  heart  to  Ursula  Thiess,  the  German  actress  now  under 
contract  to  RKO.  "But  I  don't  know  about  marriage. 
After  all,  my  divorce  first  became  final  in  19S2,  and  I'm  here 
in  England,  and  Ursula's  back  in  Hollywood,  and  who 
knows  whether  anyone's  ready  for  marriage?" 

Now,  Bob  Taylor  is  one  of  the  few  actors  in  the  business 
who  talks  modestly,  honestly,  {Continued  on  page  74) 


They  shouldn't 
have  fallen  in  love 
— but  they  did. 
So  with  courage 
and  honesty  these 
two  decent  people 
are  facing  their  great- 
est problem  together. 

BY  PAMELA  MORGAN 

^^ne  sunless  afternoon  in  a  small 
bachelor's  apartment  overlooking  the  sound 
stages  at  20th  Century-Fox,  a  tall,  lean, 
well-muscled  actor  sat  in  an  easy 
chair  reading  the  afternoon  newspapers, 
reading  in  fact,  his  own  journalistic  cremation. 

Like  most  talented  artists,  Gene  Nelson 
is  a  sensitive,  easily-hurt  man,  and  when 
he  read  that,  among  other  things,  he  was 
a  "home-wrecker,  a  regular  junior 
Don  Juan,  an  actor  who  obeys  his  first 
impulses  and  nothing  else,"  his  large 
blue  eyes  grew  small  and  flinty.  He  bit  his 
lower  Up  hard  and  there  burned  into  bis 
mind  the  unforgettable  realization  that  for 
love,  the  true  love,  a  man  must 
be  willing  to  sacrifice  everything — his 
reputation,  his  work,  his  .money,  his  life. 

Sitting  there  in  that  furnished 
apartment,  his  soul  filled  with  a  quiet  fury, 
Gene  Nelson  asked  himself  what  crime 
he  had  committed  that  such  a  vicious  attack 
should  be  visited  upon  him. 

He  had  fallen  in  love  with  Jane  Powell, 
a  beautiful,  honest,  talented  young  star 
who  had  fallen  out  of  love  with  her  husband. 
For  this,  he  was  being  treated  like  a  Bluebeard. 

The  simple  truth  is  that  the  Jane 
Powell-Gene  Nelson  romance  is  one  of  the 
truly  great  love  affairs  in  Hollywood's 
long  and  tempestuous  history,  also  one  of  the 
most  honorable  and  sincere,  because  these 
two  kids  are  young  people  of  candor,  integrity, 
honor,  consideration,  and  background. 

No  woman  can  padlock  her  heart  to  love, 
no  man  blind  his  eyes  to  beauty  and  it 
is  a  tribute  to  the  character  of  Gene 
and  Janie  that  never  once  in  this  whole 
romance  has  either  of  them  stooped 
to  deceit,  evasion,  or  falsehood. 

Both  were  dissatisfied  with  their  marriages 
long  before  Janie  was  borrowed  from 
MGM  to  star  opposite  Gene  in  Three  Sailors 
And  A  Girl.  {Continued  on  page  81) 


Gene  Nelson  and  Jane  Powell: 


HOWWE  FELL  IN  LOVE' 


Dan  Dailey  and  Gwen 

O'Connor  are  in  a  whirl 
.  ,  they're  together  constantly. 

but  both  keep  on  dating 
their  ex-spouses,  too!  Who's  in 
love  with  whom?    Not  even  the 
O'Connors  and  the  Daileys 

know  themselves ! 


BY  SANDY  CUMMINGS 


Hollywood 
muddle 


We're  more  mixed  up  than  this  spaghetti,"  cracks  Don  O'Connor 
about  his  and  Gwen's  marital  problems.  But  Hollywood  suspects  he's 
just  laughing  to  keep  from  crying.  With  Gwen  concentrating  on  Dan 
Dailey   [left]   there's  little  chance  of  an  O'Connor  reconciliation. 


■  When  Donald  O'Connor's  attractive,  26-year-old  wife 
stalked  into  the  California  Superior  Court  a  few  weeks  ago 
to  pick  up  her  divorce,  reporters  were  a  little  disappointed 
to  find  Gwen  unescorted  by  lanky  Dan  Dailey. 

Ever  since  her  marital  breakup,  Gwen  had  been  seen  prac- 
tically everywhere  with  the  tall,  talented  hoofer,  and  it  was 
anticipated  that  in  her  hour  of  need  he  would  remain  at  her 
side,  a  bulwark  of  comfort  and  reassurance. 

In  Judge  Otto  Emme's  court,  however,  there  was  no 
sign  of  the  great  Casanova  that  particular  day.  A  friend 
offered  the  possibility  that  he  might  be  enjoying  the  com- 
pany of  half-a-dozen  horses  or  half-a-dozen  girls. 

Anyway,  Gwen  O'Connor,  demurely  dressed  in  a  tailor- 
made  suit,  her  marriage  ring  removed,  ambled  into  court 
flanked  by  her  attorney  Bernie  Silbert,  a  rotund  old  hand 
at  Hollywood  divorces  and  by  Nancy  O'Hanlon,  the  former 
Nancy  Clark  of  films  who  is  married  to  George  O'Hanlon, 
the  TV  comic.  Nancy  came  along  as  a  witness  to  corroborate 
Gwen's  testimony  as  to  what  a  bad  boy  her  husband  had 
been.  (Continued  on  page  84) 


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THE  O'SHEA  BABY  ISN'T  DUE  TILL  NOVEMBER— BUT  VIRGINIA  AND  MIK 


Even  for  first-time  parents  Virginia  and  Mike 
started  shopping  early  for  their  baby.  They're 
going  to  completely  remodel  their  house,  too. 


Horses  and  long-horn  cattle  will  be  O'Shea 
Junior's  pets,  but  until  he's  really  old  enough  for 
ranch  life  he'll  need  some  gentler  companions. 


Virginia  and  Michael  O'Shea  have  no  preference  for  boy  or  girl.  As  Mike  admits,  "I'm  crazy  about 
little  girls,  but  so  it's  a  baby,  so  it's  ours,  so  we'll  love  it."  They  have  definite  ideas  about  the  ad- 
vantages they  want  to  give  their  child:  education,  sound  religious  background,  lots  of  friends. 


34 


AREN'T  WASTING  A  BLESSED  MINUTE  — THEY'VE  ALREADY  WAITED  SIX  YEARS.        ■        BY  JOHN  MAYNARD 


Feminine  Virginia  boosts  a  luxurious  chris- 
tening robe.  Practical  Mike's  all  for  a 
plain  cozy  undershirt.  Baby'll  have  both. 


Sinny  Jones  of  St.  Louis  had  lots  of  books  and  dollies 
before  she  grew  up  to  be  a  movie  star.  But  O'Shea 
missed    all    that,    is    making    sure    his    kid  doesn't. 


"So  if  he  wants  to  be  a  6-Day  Bike  Rider 
he'll  get  a  good  start,"  .says  Mike  as 
Mrs.  Mike  spoofs  his  choice  of  vehicle. 


"Uncle  Bernie"  of  the  famous  toy  shop 
has  sold  Virginia  on  a  cuddly  rabbit;  Mike 
had  something   more  rugged  in  mind. 


Virginia's  not  ready  for  maternity  clothes  yet — but 
she  simply  can't  resist  shopping  for  them.  Perhaps 
Mike's  calling  her  "Fatso"  has  something  to  do  with  it. 


"Nothing  today,  just  looking."  Mrs. 
O'Shea  leaves  Hollywood's  maternity 
shopsempty  handed,  but  with'  lots  of  ideas. 


■  Due  to  one  thing  or  another — the  noon- 
day sun  of  the  San  Fernando  Valley,, 
maybe,  or  simply  the  fact  that  the  baby 
was  still  six  months  off — the  expectant 
couple  did  not  look  terribly  expectant  at 
the  moment.  They  did  not,  for  example, 
look  anywhere  near  as  expectant  as  their 
bulldog,  who  appeared  ready  to  expire 
from  sheer  button-eyed  anticipation  at 
any  moment.  It  was  hard  to  know  what 
he  anticipated,  but  then,  bulldogs  are  in- 
scrutable that  way. 

Michael  O'Shea,  cast  these  days  in  the 
role  of  incipient  pappy,  wore  denims,  a 


baseball  cap  and  a  warmish  look.  He:d 
earned  the  last;  an  enormous  tree-felling 
job  was  going  on  back  in  the  stable-area 
of  the  O'Sheas'  ranch,  and  O'Shea  had 
helped  fell  a  few.  Virginia  Mayo  O'Shea 
was  a  lot  cooler.  She  is  disqualified  from 
lumberjacking  until  after  early  November 
at  least.  She  had  on  bright  red  pedal- 
pushers,  their  usual  accoutrements,  and 
she  was  not  yet  entitled  to  be  called 
Fatso,  O'Shea  to  the  contrary. 

"Fatso,"  said  O'Shea,  "should  you  sit 
out  in  the  sun?" 

"Certainly,"  said  Miss  Mayo.  "Don't 


yoit  start  that  now.  You  know,"  she  said 
in  another  direction,  "what  surprises  us 
is  that  there's  so  much  interest  in  all  this. 
Not  that  it's  not  flattering.  But  it  seems 
so—" 

"People  do  have  babies,"  said  O'Shea. 
"I  have  it  on  excellent  authority.  Some 
people  after  a  year,  some  after  five,  some 
.ten.  We've  been  married  six  years.  We 
refuse  to  look  on  it  as  a  miracle." 

"As  a  matter  of  fact — "  began  Miss 
Mayo. 

"As  a  matter  of  fact,"  said  O'Shea, 
"this  one  has  {Continued  on  page  87) 


Nobody  wants  to 
believe  it.    But  every- 
body in  Hollywood  is 
worried  about  The 
Most  Beautiful  Girl  In 
The  World  ,  .  . 


IS  LIZ  LOSING 
HER  BEAUTY? 


by  Susan  Trent 


4* 


■  At  Hollywood  sewing  circles  these  days,  a  frequent  subject 

under  discussion  is  that  of  Liz  Taylor's  looks.  The  girls  get  together  behind 

closed  doors  and  pound  the  subject  into  the  floor.  "Have  you  seen 

Liz  lately?"  "Don't  you  think  she's  losing  her  looks?"  "What  do  you  suppose 

is  happening  to  her?"  It's  all  part  of  the  girls'  fun,  the  age-old  feminine 

twist  of  jealousy  where  a  beautiful  woman  is  concerned.  Much  of  it  is 

cattiness  and  wishful  thinking,  despite  the  fact  Liz  is  a  well-liked  girl.  But 

the  talk  would  never  have  started  if  there  had  been  no  basis  for  comment. 

If  it  is  true— and  the  cameramen  who  know  are  beginning  to  notice  it — 
Liz  had  best  look  to  her  laurels  among  the  other  beauties  of  Hollywood. 

There  was  a  time,  last  May,  when  an  accident  on  the  set  of  Elephant  Walk 
came  near  to  causing  her  the  loss  of  an  eye.  The  blast  of  a  wind  machine 
lodged  a  tiny  sliver  of  steel  in  her  right  eye,  and  the  doctor 
removing  it  found  it  had  penetrated  3/4".  If  it  had  gone  1/16"  in  the  opposite 
direction,  he  said,  it  would  have  pierced  the  iris.  It  was  an  extremely 
painful  injury,  and  less  than  a  week  later  it  became  infected  and  Liz  was 
taken  to  the  hospital,  where  she  remained  for  a  week. 

This  was  a  near-miss  that  was  beyond  Liz'  control,  but  the  thing  that 
people  are  talking  about  is  not.  She  has  a  God-given  gift  of  beauty, 
a  beauty  that  was  evident  from  the  time  she  was  a  tiny  child 
until  she  blossomed  in  adolescence  into  a  strikingly  lovely  young  woman. 
The  combination  of  her  pale  skin  and  black-lashed,  violet 
eyes  has  been  enough  to  make  men  wish  knighthood  were  once 
again  in  flower,  that  they  could  do  daring  deeds  to  win 
the  heart  and  hand  of  such  a  maiden. 

Now  there  is  talk  that  the  freshness  of  her  appeal  is  beginning 
to  fade.  If  so,  it  is  the  course  of  nature,  for  every  girl 
has  a  beauty  of  her  own,  whether  or  not  she  looks  like  Elizabeth 
Taylor,  during  her  teens  and  early  twenties.  The  firmness  and  the  brightness 
begin  to  disappear  along  with  the  years,  (Continued  on  page  90) 


See  page  38-39:  How  The  Stars  Preserve  Their  Beauty! 


36 


is  every 
woman's 
job 

Not  all  women  are  born  beauti- 
ful. But  each  and  every  female  has 
an  obligation  to  herself  to 
make  the  most  of  her  natural  equip- 
ment. It  takes  hard  work  .  .  . 
but  the  results  are  worth  it! 

By  TERRY  HUNT 


GLORIA  GORDON  DEMONSTRATES  THE  SIMPLE  EXER- 


■  Bob  Wagner  took  a  long,  lingering  look  at 
Terry  Moore's  delightful  figure  which  at  the  moment 
was  filling  out  a  clinging  bathing  suit  to  the  male 
viewpoint's  utmost  satisfaction.  "Terry,"  he  exclaimed, 
"I  just  don't  believe  it!" 

"Just  don't  believe  what?"  Terry  asked. 

"Why,  the  story  that  you  work  out  in  a  gym  with 
barbells.  Where  are  all  the  bulging  muscles?" 

Terry  laughed.  "You're  behind  times,  boy,"  she  replied. 
"It's  true — I  do  work  out  with  barbells.  So  do  a  lot  of  other 
girls  these  days.  But  we  don't  wind  up  with  bulging  muscles, 
and  we're  not  trying  to  become  lady  weight  lifters. 
We're  just  following  the  latest  scientific  methods  to  stay  fit." 

Terry  Moore  puts  it  simply  by  explaining  that  the 
science  of  beauty  and  health  is  keeping  step  with  the  progress 
being  made  in  many  other  fields  in  this  atomic  age. 
As  a  veteran  in  the  field  of  keeping  glamor  alive  in 
Hollywood,  I  can  report  that  great  strides  are  being  made 
in  the  profession  of  physical  fitness,  particularly  in  relation 
to  beauty  and  mental  health.  Such  educators  as  Dr. 
.Laurence  E.  Morehouse,  of  the  University  of  Southern 
California,  Dr.  Harvey  Billig  and  Evelyn  Loewendahl  of 
Stanford  University,  and  Eleanor  Metheny,  author  of' 
"Body  Dynamics,"  have  accomplished  amazingly  valuable 
research  in  this  respect. 

However,  the  purpose  of  this  (Continued  on  page  86) 


Gloria  Gordon  started  off  her  exer- 
cises with  this  thigh,  calf,  and  ankle 
exercise.  Take  position  as  illustrated, 
with  ankles  locked,  under  the  weight. 
Bring  feet  up'  until  the  knees  are 
locked,  then  return  to  first  position. 


An  excellent  conditioner  for  the  arms,  bust 
and  back  is  this  exercise.  Take  position  as 
illustrated,  then  slowly  pull  bar  down  to  chest. 
Next,  return  to  original  position,  slowly.  Watch 
your  breathing,  making  sure  you  inhale  as 
you  let  bar  up,  exhale  as  you  bring  bar  down. 


This  exercise  keeps  the  hips  and  thighs 
trim  and  supple.  Lying  as  illustrated,  on 
a  heavy  table,  grip  the  sides  of  the  table 
and  kick  scissor  fashion  with  the  knees 
stiff.  Swing  the  legs  for  about  30  seconds. 
Do  two  sets,  resting  between  for  a  minute. 


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CISES  RECOMMENDED  FOR  KEEPING  YOUR  FIGURE   SUM.  DO  THEM  AT  HOME  OR  AT  YOUR  LOCAL  GYM. 


Barbel]  exercises  aren't  hard  to  do.  Start  off  with  this  simple  one: 
Place  barbell  on  floor,  then  pick  up,  bring  up  to  chest,  as  illus- 
trated. Then  raise  it  above  the  head,  and  lower  to  back  of  neck. 
Next,  reverse  the  procedure,  and  finish  by  placing  on  floor.  Be 


certain  not  to  perform  with  a  jerky  movement.  Repeat  exercise 
six  times,  and  increase  every  other  day  to  a  maximum  of  12 
times.  This  .exercise  is  not  to  develop  big  muscles,  but  to  develop 
the  back,  arms,  bust.  You  11  be  very  pleased  with  the  results. 


For  toning  up  hips,  thighs  and  mid-section, 
take  position  as  illustrated.  Then  move  legs 
in  bicycle  fashion  for  about  30  seconds. 
Breathe  at  will.  Begin  with  two  sets  a  day. 
Increase  one  minute  only  after  you  can  do 
the  exercise  without  strain  on  midsection. 


This  bicycle  exercise  is  excellent  for  the  legs. 
Terry,  whose  physical  education  programs 
are  used  by  the  Army  Air  Forces,  recently 
opened  a  new  Health  Club  exclusively  for 
women  at  12446  Ventura  Boulevard,  Studio 
City,  near  Republic  and-U-I  studios  in  Cal. 


Gloria  finishes  up  her  exercise 
regimen  with  a  few  minutes  on  the 
hip-reducing  machine.  There's  no 
work  to  this  one  .  .  .  just  lean  back 
and  let  the  machine  whittle  away 
excess  poundage.  It's  easy  as  pie. 


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The  early  bird  around  Del  Monte  catches  Doris  up  looking  scrubbed  and  sexy  and  "full 
of  beans."  After  she  gets  full  of  eggs  and  bacon  and  a  mountain  of  wheat-cakes,  she's 
ready  to  go.  The  rest  of  these  pictures  show  where  she  went — and  what  she  did. 


Doris  won't  stop  for  anything  but  dogs  when  she  s 
touring;  and  she's  constantly  hungry.  Her  dilemma's 
solved  by  her  carry-all.  It  holds  a  picnic  or  a  puppy. 


THE  PRESENT'S  PLUS-PERFECT.  THE  FUTURE  COULDN'T  LOOK  ROSIER.  BUT  DORIS  AND  MART 


by  Carl  Schroeder 


Memo  :  to  the  editor  of  Modern  Screen 

"Dear  Chuck:  I  hope  this  report  will 
explain  about  that  picture  you  wanted 
of  Doris  Day  in  the  red  bathing  suit, 
and  a  few  other  things.  ... 

There  has  been  a  lot  of  nonsense  writ- 
ten about  Doris  Day,  which  comes  from 
the  fact  that  she  has  been  interviewed 
over  600  times  by  well-meaning  writers 
who  could  only  be  allowed  about  an  hour 
during  lunch  time  at  the  studio. 

So,  like  you  requested,  Boss,  I  talked 
Doris  and  her  husband,  Marty  Melcher, 
the  astute  young  agent,  into  accompanying 
them  on  the  last  lap  of  their  vacation, 


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The  good  old  days  were  never  like  this.  Doris  Marty  and  Doris,  who  never  go  night-clubbing,  made  a  Her  feet  may  give  out  after  a  busy  day— 
gave  an  impromptu  performance  at  Cali-  big  thing  of  dancing  at  the  Del  Monte  Lodge.  In  Holly-  but  never  her  appetite.  Doris  designed  her 
tornia  s   historic  first  theater   in   Monterey.      wood  they  prefer  stay-at-home  fun  with  Doris'  son  Terry.      smart  evening  dress  with  a  jacket  herself. 


TOOK  A  JOURNEY  INTO  EACH  OTHER'S  PAST-AND  FELL  IN  LOVE  ALL  OVER  AGAIN  EVERY  STEP  OF  THE  WAY. 


along  with  our  photographer,  Mr.  Bob 
Beerman. 

"It  is  sort  of  a  dirty  trick,"  Marty 
said  over  the  telephone,  "but  you  have 
caught  us  so  to  speak  just  as  we  are 
going  out  the  door,  so  you  may  as  well 
come  along.  We  are  headed  for  Del 
Monte  Lodge.  If  you  can  keep  up  with 
my  new  Olds,  we're  leaving  in  a  half 
hour  and  we'll  meet  you  at  Blackwell's 
Corner  for  lunch." 

"It's  a  date,"  I  agreed,  "and  tell  Doris 
to  pack  that  sensational  red  bathing  suit. 
The  Boss  wants  to  see  how  she  fills  it 
out." 

Well,  we  barely  made  it.  We  picked 


up  the  Olds  light  green  convertible  just 
as  it  turned  onto  Sepulveda  a  couple 
miles  behind — that  Marty  certainly 
wheels  a  car — until  we  got  trapped  by  a 
big  diesel  truck.  By  the  time  we  shook 
ourselves  loose,  there  was  no  Olds  in 
sight,  so  we  hit  out  for  Blackwell's  Corner. 
When  we  pulled  up,  there  was  nothing  but 
a  gas  station  and  a  lunch  counter.  Some 
joker,  that  Marty.  Anyway,  we  stopped 
for  a  beer  and  a  hardboiled  egg,  and  by 
the  time  we  reached  Del  Monte  Lodge, 
the  Melchers  had  checked  in  and  re- 
tired. 

Next  morning  we  went  into  the  dining 
room  ten  minutes  after  it  opened.  Being 


a  little  put  out,  we  pulled  up  chairs  along- 
side Doris  and  Marty  without  a  word. 
Doris  looked  up  from  behind  a  yard  of 
breakfast  menu  and  said  to  the  waitress, 
"I'll  have  ham  and*  wheatcakes — and 
could  you  put  a  couple  of  big-eyed  fried 
eggs  on  top  of  the  cakes?" 

Marty  gave  us  an  accusing  look. 
"Where  were  you  guys?  We  were  going 
to  meet  at  Blackwell's  Corner." 

"A  likely  story,"  I  snapped.  "We  fol- 
lowed your  road-racing  Olds  until  we 
lost  you.  I  got  a  life-size  picture  of 
our  movie  star,  here,  stopping  at  that 
lunch  counter." 

"Is  that  so?"  (Continued  on  next  page) 


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FOR  THE  FIRST  TIME  DURING  THEIR  TWO  AND  A  HAL 


feLJ  continued 


Doris  countered.  "For  one  thing,  we  didn't  take 
the  Olds.  I  talked  Marty  into  using  the  Cadillac. 
For  another,  I  can  prove  we  stopped  at  the 
Corner." 
"Yeah?" 

"Yeah — right  above  the  counter  there's  a  sign 
reading,  'If  you  prefer  to  put  ashes  and  cigarette 
stubs  in  your  cup,  please  tell  the  waitress — she'll 
serve  your  coffee  in  an  ash  tray.'  Now,  did  we  stop, 
or  not?" 

"You  stopped,"  I  agreed.  1  watched  Doris 
polish  off  the  wheatcakes  and  order  a  glass  of 
milk.  She  had  on  a  white  sweater  filled  in  the 
right  places.  She  was  also  wearing  a  scrubbed  and 
slightly  sexy  look,  which  is  pretty  good  for  any- 
one to  achieve  at  seven-thirty  in  the  morning.  I 
was  beginning  to  like  the  assignment. 

So  I  said  to  Doris,  "First  off,  how  about  climb- 
ing into  the  red  bathing  suit?" 

She  looked  out  through  the  huge  plate  glass 
window,  across  the  18th  green,  out  over  the  blue 
Pacific.  "Don't  be  ridiculous,"  she  said,  "the  sun's 
not  out.  I'm  not  freezing  to  death  for  anybody." 

"Okay,"  I  suggested,  "let's  get  out  on  the  golf 
course  for  a  few  shots." 

Marty  put  in  his  two-bits'  worth.  "Nix,"  he  said. 
"Doris  doesn't  play  golf,  and  she  won't  pose  for 
any  phony  pictures  about  a  sport  she  doesn't 
go  in  for." 

There  you  get  an  idea  how  difficult  it  is  to  deal 
with  some  movie  stars.  "Okay,  Doris,"  I  coun- 
tered, "Pebble  Beach  is  the  golfers'  paradise,  but 
you  don't  play  golf.  You  tell  us  what  you  will  do." 

"That's  a  deal,"  she  retorted.  "Let's  go." 

We  did,  and  I  learned  a  lot  of  things  in  the 
next  few  hours — about  this  country  we  live  in. 
and  more  particularly  about  Doris  Day  and  her 
husband. 

For  one  thing,  Doris  told  me,  "You  know, 
we've  had  the  time  of  our  lives  in  the  last  few 
weeks.  We've  traveled  4,300  miles.  I've  met  a  lot 
of  wonderful  people  and  the  best  thing  is  I've 
learned  to  know  my  husband." 

"Oh,  I  dunno — you've  been  married  quite 
awhile  and  you  seem  reasonably  well  acquainted." 

"I  don't  mean  that,"  Doris  said  as  we  walked 
through  the  grounds  of  the  Lodge  toward  the 
swank  Del  Monte  shops.  "I  never  quite  got 
Marty's  tastes — you  know,  always  in  the  dark, 
quiet  business  suit.  After  all,  we  live  in  Cali- 
fornia, where  you  owe  it  to  your  surroundings  to 
go  a  little  overboard  with  the  color  and  the  cut. 
He  claims  that  some  of  the  outfits  I  try  to 
push  him  into  make  him  look  like  a  race  track 
tout.  But  now  that  I  have  visited  his  home 
town  of  North  Adams,  (Continued  on  page  62) 


"Yipes,  the  place  is  going  to  the  dogs,"  yipped  Dodo.  She  was  all  set  tc 
buy  out  the  shop  till  Marty  told  her  "r,o  money,"  and  the  poodle  couldn't 
find  anything  to  suit  her.  There's   nothing   like  shopping    in  California 


On  famous  17-Mile  Drive  Doris  and  Marty  visited  the  scene  of  the  wreck 
of  the  John  B.  Stetson.  Dozens  of  ships  crack  up  here  because  of  the 
heavy  fog.  P.S.  These  are  the  first  white  shoes  M.  Melcher  ever  owned 


Doris  takes  her  first  tennis  lesson  from  professional  John 


YEARS  OF  MARRIAGE  THE  BUSY  MELCHERS  TAKE  TIME  OUT  JUST  FOR  FUN  AND  JUST  FOR  EACH  OTHER. 


'Anybody  home?"  When  the  diver  didn't  answer  Doris'  polite 
"How  do,"  she  decided  to  investigate.  Fisherman's  Wharf  out- 
side Pebble  Beach,  California,  has  many  such  interesting  displays. 


Marty  Melcher  comes  off  a  poor  second  when  there's  a  com- 
pat-ible  pooch  around.  So,  while  his  wife  flirted  with  other  lucky 
dogs,  he  reloaded  the  camera  for  more  scrapbook  snapshots. 


"Set  ready  .  .  .  get  set  .  .  ."  then  Mrs.  Melcher  let  fire  with  her 
miniature  silver  pistol  to  start  the  sailing  races.  She  got  hungry  before 
the  finish,  dived  into  the  galley:  still  doesn't  know  what  yacht  got  what. 


Portrait  of  an  agent  spoon-feeding  a  client.  Or  better  still,  a  devoted 
husband  pampering  a  wife  who  loves  if  .  .  .  and  him.  Keeping  this  girl 
fed  requires  mountains  of  food — and  she  wasn't  thinking  of  hamburgers. 


Meet  Miss  Cinderella 
of  1953!  She's  Elaine 
Stewart,  the  girl  who 
dreamed  her  way 
straight  into  the  hottest 
new  career  in  Hollywood. 

BY  JIM  HENAGHAN 


SHE  OUGHT 
PICTURES ! 


■  Things  were  going  very  well  at  the  first  press  screening  of  an  MGM  picture  called  The  Bad 
And  The  Beautiful.  If  you  saw  the  movie,  you'll  remember  it  was  all  about  Hollywood — and  how  a  producer 
made  the  town  click  according  to  formula.  All  the  familiar  elements  were  there,  all  the  familiar  success  stories. 
The  rise  of  a  writer,  a  director  and  a  star.  It  ran  like  a  collection  Of  Cinderella  stories. 

In  the  back  of  the  projection  room  on  the  Metro  lot,  the  publicity  man  assigned  to  the  screening 
leaned  against  the  wall  and  felt  good  about  the  whole  thing.  He  knew  what  was 
in  the  picture — and  he  knew  how  it  was  going  to  be  received. 

Then  something  went  wrong.  Not  exactly  wrong,  maybe,  but  different  from  how  it  was 
supposed  to  go.  A  tall,  dark-haired  girl  appeared  on  the  screen  and  the  audience  began  to  get  restless. 
Some  of  the  reviewers  took  their  programs  out  of  their  pockets  and  held  them  up  to  the  light, 
to  see  who  this  girl  was.  Her  name  was  Elaine  Stewart. 

The  next  morning  the  press  agent  was  in  the  producer's  office. 

"It  was  the  doggondest  thing,"  he  said.  "The  minute  this  kid  showed  up  on  the  screen  everyone  sat  up  and 
took  notice.  There  was  a  whispering  murmur  and  a  shuffling  of  programs  you'd  have  to  hear  to  believe." 
"Hmmmmm,"  said  the  producer. 

Now  "Hmmmmm,"  in  Hollywood  can  mean  many  things.  But  one  thing  it  does  mean 
is  action.  Good  or  bad  action,  maybe,  but  action.  In  this  case  it  was  good,  because  as  soon  as  the  producer  was 
alone,  he  picked  up  his  inter-com  phone  and  called  a  meeting  of  his  staff. 

As  soon  as  they  had  gathered  in  his  office,  he  said,  "We  have  a  great  report  on  this  new 
girl,  Elaine  Stewart — and  I  have  a  hunch  we  have  a  winner.  Let's  get  moving  with  her. 
The  coaching,  the  dancing,  the  works.  And  let's  put  her  into  something  quick.  I  want  more  reaction,  fast." 

That  was  several  months  ago,  quite  a  few  months  ago.  Today,  the  success  of  Elaine  Stewart 
as  a  movie  star  is  assured.  Her  name  is  up  in  lights  on  her  own.  The  press  and  magazines  have  adopted 
her.  She's  at  the  point  in  the  story  where  the  glass  slipper  has  been  tried  on  and  fits.  It  all  began  in  a  dark 
projection  room,  where  the  rustle  of  programs  indicated  interest.  {Continued  on  page  76) 


H 


kk 


ever  said  can  t 


Gordon  MacRae's  family  life  with  wife  Sheila,  children  Meredith  9,  Heather  6,  and  Gar  5,  is  as  successful  as  his  career 


Any  guy  but  MacRae 
would  figure  he's  got  it 
made  and  sit  cozy. 
He's  got  a  different  slant: 
When  you're  at  the 
top  there's  no  place 
to  go  but  UP. 

BY  LOU  POLLOCK 


■  When  we  all  start  riding  space  ships  through  the  solar  system, 
and  the  scientists  get  around  to  outfitting  them  with  the  inevitable  jukebox, 
the  first  nickel  in  the  slot  will  probably  get  you  Gordon  MacRae's 
voice.  It  will  ring  out  confidently  amid  the  cosmic  rays  and  darting  meteors 
just  as  if  it  belonged  there.  And  as  far  as  Gordon  is  concerned  it  does. 
They'll  need  song  up  there  won't  they?  How  are  the  acoustics  around 
Mars  and  Jupiter? 

It  isn't  that  he  considers  himself  the  biggest  name  in  popular  music ; 
others  are  heard  more  frequently  perhaps.  But  that  is  only  because 
they  have  sought  to  secure  their  positions  in  the  one  field.  Not  Gordon. 
Against  a  background  of  success  as  a  movie,  radio  and  recording 
artist,  he  spends  little  time  contemplating  where  he  is  compared  to  the  thought 
he  gives  about  where  he  is  going ;  in  addition  to  the  three  pursuits  already 
listed  there  is  TV  for  him  surely,  concerts  and  multi-thousand-a-week 
night  club  engagements  undoubtedly,  opera  very  likely,  and  after  that — well, 
that's  where  the  space  ships  will  fit  in  nicely. 

That's  why  nobody  worried  about  Gordon's  plans  when  Warner 
Brothers  decided  to  shut  down  for  a  few  months  pending 
a  study  and  preparation  period  for  3D  production.  With  other  stars 
wondering  about  their  next  step  Gordon  was  up  to  his  baritone 
tonsils  in  projects  that  range  from  opening  a  Lake  Tahoe 
night  club  with  Peter  Lind  Hayes  to  studying  opera  at  Milan,  and  from 
offering  to  sing  at  Ann  Blyth's  wedding  to  starting  off  on  a  nightclub  tour. 

Accustomed  as  Hollywood  is  to  high  (Continued  on  page  68) 


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by  Steve  Cronin 


IS  TERRY  MOORE 
HEADING  FOR  TROUBLE? 


TERRY'S  A  PRESS  AGENT'S  DREAM  THESE  DAYS  WITH 
HER  CURVES  AND  HER  FAMOUS  BEAUX.  BUT  .  .  .  IS  SHE 
LIVING  HER  PUBLICITY  UP  JUST  A  BIT  TOO  MUCH? 


■  From  Florida,  where  the  moon  hangs  low  over  the  palm  trees, 
and  a  press  agent's  thoughts  turn,  naturally,  to  love,  came  the  news : 
"Terry  Moore  is  going  to  marry  Bob  Wagner." 

That  news,  flashed  to  Hollywood,  hit  the  town  like  a  bombshell. 
That  town  had  learned  to  expect  amazing  things  from  Terry,  but 
this  was  something!  She  had  been  out  on  only  a  couple  of  dates 
with  Bob  before  they  left  for  location  in  Florida.  And  now  she  was 
going  to  marry  the  boy? 

It  turned  out  the  story  was  a  phony.  It  was  as  much  a  bombshell 
to  Terry  and  Bob  as  to  Hollywood.   Here's  how  it  happened: 

The  press  agent  for  the  12-Mile  Reef  company  in  Florida  was 
looking  around  for  ways  to  publicize  the  picture.  It  happened  that 
Terry's  divorce  from  Glenn  Davis  was  to  be  final  the  next  day.  So 
he  wired  the  three  press  services  to  that  effect.  Like  a  good  press 
agent,  he  added  that  Terry  was  being  linked  romantically  with 
Robert  Wagner,  her  co-star  in  12-Mile  Reef. 

Two  of  the  press  services  sent  the  news  out  as  it  had  been 
reported  to  them.  The  other  burst  out  with:  "Friends  of  Terry 
Moore  and  Robert  Wagner  said  the  pair  will  be  married  next  week. " 

Nobody  was  able  to  find  out  how  the  erroneous  story  started. 
One  clue  was  a  line  in  the  script.  Bob  had  a  line  in  which  he  said  to 
Terry's  parents,  "We're  married."  Perhaps  someone  overheard  it 
and  misunderstood. 

Or  it  might  have  been  caused  by  Bob's  jaunty  routine  with  gals 
he  knows.  He'll  say  to  them,  "Hi,  doll,  why  don't  we  get  married?" 

Whatever  the  cause,  pandemonium  broke  loose.  The  story  hit 
front  pages  everywhere.  Bob's  sister  called  him  tearfully  and  said, 
"You  might  have  waited  until  the  folks  got  back  from  Hawaii." 
Terry's  lawyer  long-distanced:  "For  heaven's  sake,  don't  get  mar- 
ried until  I  send  you  the  divorce  papers  to  sign.  It  won't  be  legal!" 

Terry  and  Bob  spent  most  of  their  time  telling  people  that  they 
■weren't  getting  married.  They  were,  {Continued  on  page  69) 


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A  clear  blue  sky,  colorful  flowers,  trees,  and  beautiful  music,  played  by  world- 
famous  violinist  Harold  Stem  and  his  orchestra,  set  the  gala  mood  of  the 
Modern  Screen  Hollywood  fashion  party.  The  Modern  Screen  Star  Board 

Hollywood 
goes  to  a  fall 

fashion  party 

■  Going  places— whether  you're  a  career  gal,  country  gal, 
school  gal  or  just  a  lucky  stay-at-home  gal — these  wonderful  basic 
glamor-wise  award  winning  fashions  are  for  you!  The  new  fall 
and  winter  fashions  of  1953,  modeled  by  Hollywood's  top 
mannequins,  were  paraded  before  Modern  Screen's  Hollywood 
Fashion  Board  of  terrific  motion  picture  personalities 
at  a  fashion  luncheon  party  held  on  the  fabulous  estate  of 
society's  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Cleveland  Putnam  in  Bel-Air,  California. 
Hundreds  of  balloons  decorated  the  grounds,  goodies  were 
served  by  the  famous  Brown  Derby  and  exciting  door 
prizes  were  given  by  top  manufacturers.  After  the  show 
stars  posed  in  the  winning  fashions  for  these  and  the 
following  fashion  pages.  (Continued  on  page  67) 

HOLLYWOOD  APPROVED  FASHIONS  MAY  BE 
BOUGHT  FROM  STORES  ON  PAGE  66 

Umbrellas  by  Wilshire  Awning — Beverly  Hills 


Members  who  viewed,  approved  and  voted  the  fall-winter  fashions  and  acces- 
sories are  shown  above — left  to  right:  Bob  Horton,  Barbara  Ruick,  Barry 
Sullivan,  Mono  Freeman,  Jeanne  Crain,  Jeff  Hunter  and  Keenan  Wynn. 


Ann  Blyth  in  Doris  Dodson's  classic 
sharkskin  jersey  frock — angora  trim,  patent 
leather  belt.  Sizes  7  to  15.  Dark  green, 
red  or  navy.  About  $18.  See  Ann 
in  MGM's  new  Technicolor  film 
All  The  Brothers  Were  Valiant. 


Elaine  Stewart  and  Ursula  Thiess 
pose  with  colorful  party  decor,  Lee- 
tex  balloons — all  "easy  on  the  eye." 


Bob  Stack,  Louis  Calhern,  Barry  Sullivan  and 
Ricardo  Montalban  discuss  the  male  viewpoint 
on  newest  fashions  with  Ume.lv  lenn  Haaen. 


Mona  Freeman  and  Cyd  Chdrisse  get  a  party 
souvenir  from  Keenan  Wynn — Paper-Mate 
pens    engraved,     M.     S.     Fashion  Party. 


Shelley  Winters  draws  the  number 
of  some  lucky  door-prise  winner, 
Jean  Hagen  watches  and  hopes. 


Hostesses  of  TWA,  United  and 
American  airlines  give  hints  on 
career  clothes  to  Bob  and  Barbara. 


Mrs.  Cleveland  Putnam,  hostess  of  Modern 
Screen  fashion  party,  presents  Greer  Garson, 
a  door-prize  winner,  with  a  Crosley  radio. 


3-D  triumphs  in  the  Holeproof  hosiery  exhibit 
at  party — the  model  wears  cerise  and  char- 
treuse— colors  of  the  Holeproof  hosiery  box. 


Keenan  and  Bob  congratulate 
guest,  June  Taylor,  for  her  spec- 
tacular   swimming  perfortnance. 


Janet  Leigh,  an  MGM  star,  in 
College-Town's  wool  flannel  belted  skirt. 
About  $7 — colors,  sizes  page  54. 
Catalina  sweater.  Cameo's  Can't  Run 
Burmalace  stockings.  American 
Beauty  compact.  Samsonite  luggage. 


Jeanne  Cram  in  Princess  Junior's  dress 
of  Dynalure  jersey  knit.  7  to  15.  Also 
available  in  brown,  tan  trim.  About 
$11.  Moxee  casuals.  Nylon  hosiery,  15 
denier  Kno-Run,  by  Holeproof. 
Jeanne  wears  a  Waltham  wrist  watch. 


Mitzi  Gaynor  in  Joselli's  wool  suit — 
velveteen  trim.  7  to  15,  also  8  to  18.  Grey 
only.  About  $50.  Holeproof  nylons,  full- 
fashioned  15  denier  60  gauge.  Samsonite 
luggage.  Mitzi  is  now  in  20th's  There's 
No  Business  Like  Show  Business 


NYLON  HOSIERY  STYLES  FOR  YOUR 
SHOE  WARDROBE  BY  HOLEPROOF 


Debra  Paget,  appearing  in  20th's  Prince  Valiant,  pretty 
as  a  picture  in  Princess  Junior's  frock  of  acetate  and  rayon 
flannel  (crease  resistant  finish) .  The  full,  flared  skirt  is 
trimmed  with  Soutache  braid  to  match  the  contrast  buttons 
and  belt.  Grey,  tan  or  blue.  Sizes  7  to  IS.  About  $11.  Debra 
wears  a  Waltham  watch;  holds  an  American  Beauty  compact. 


V 


For  open  toe  and  keel  dress 
sandals  as  Debra  wears,  left — 15 
denier  Nude  Fot>t  seamfree  nylons 
with  sheerest  shadow  toe 
reinforcement.  $1.50. 


For  an  open-toe  pump  as  Anne 
wears,  right — 15  denier  60 
gauge  Shad-O-Bar — -contrast 
color  outline  heel  and  seam  in 
navy,  black  or  brown.  $1.65. 


For  casuals  as  Mono,  chooses, 
far  right,  or  for  spectator  pumps— 
15  denier  seamfree  nylons 
with  shadow  reinforcement  in 
the  heel  and  toe.  $1.35. 


J 


■V.v 


Hollywood  goes  to  a 
fall  fashion  party 


 j 


For  evening— the  newest  12  denier, 
60  gauge  full-fashioned  nylons, 
mere  wisps  (with  sheer  and 
delicate  reinforcement)   to  color- 
shadow  your  legs.  $1.65. 


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MAY  BE  BOUGHT  FROM  STORES 
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Anne  Francis  poses  in  Doris  Dodson's  two-piece  dress  of  sheer 
wool  with  fringed  stole.  The  blouse  has  a  turned-over  collar  and 
cuffed  raglan  sleeves.  Huge  fringed  patch  pockets  trim 
the  skirt  that  has  an  inverted  front  pleat.  Plaid — rust,  beige  or 
red  with  black;  black  top  only.  7  to  IS.  About  $25.  Anne,  a  20th 
star,  is  in  Warners'  new  film  A  Lion  Is  In  The  Streets. 


Mona  Freeman,  last  seen  in  RKO's  Angel  Face, 
in  another  Doris  Dodson  frock.  The  blouse  with  its  ruffled 
jabot-like  tab  is  of  wool  jersey.  It  is  trimmed  with  the 
fabric  of  the  multi-color  striped  taffeta  of  the  widely 
flared  and  gored  skirt.  7  to  IS.  Blouse  available  in  mauve, 
orange  or  blue — multi-color  striped  skirt  only.  About  $18. 


All  decked-out  in  her  pretty  Happy-go-lucky  and  ready  Gifts  of  Holeproof  hoisery 

fashion,  Barbara  Rxsick  shows  guest  to  take  off,  Mona,  with  her  for  the  stars — Jeanne  Crain 

Louis  Calhern  her  gift  of  a  wonderful  gift  set  of  accepts  her  ribbon-tied  box  from 

precious  Waltham  watch.  handsome  Samsonite  luggage.  the  Brown  Derby  captain. 


Hollywood  goes  to  a  fall  fashion  party 


FOR  CASUAL  CLOTHES- 
CASUAL  SHOES  Br  MOXEES 


CLASSIC:  Brown,  red 
or  black  leather.  In  sizes  3  to 
10;  AAA-C.  About  $7. 
Handsewn  in  genuine 
Moccasin  construction. 


LACED  JESTER:  Red  leather- 
cream  cushion  sole  and  trim;  saddle  tan  or 
wild  oats — brown  cushion 
sole  and  trim.  Sizes  3^  to  10;  AAA-B. 
About  $8.  Worn  by  Jeanne  Crain  (pg.  51)  . 


LACED  SHELL:  Wild  oats 

(neutral  color),  brown  or  red  leather. 

Sizes  zy2  to  10;  AAA-B. 

About  $7.  Handsewn  in 

genuine  Moccasin  construction. 


Cyd  Charisse,  now  in  MGM's  Technicolor  film  Band  Wagon,  poses  in  a 
College-Town  wool  flannel  skirt.  About  $8.50.  Grey,  brown  or  navy— or  in 
windowpane  check.  This  skirt,  like  Janet  Leigh's  (pg.  51),  comes  in  sizes 
9  to  17  ;  also  10  to  18.  Janet's  skirt  available  in  grey,  brown,  black,  green,  royal, 
brandy  or  navy.  Cyd's  sweater  by  Catalina.  Copper  jewelry,  Roslyn  Hoffman. 


SADDLE:  White  with  brown, 
black  or  navy  trim.  Sizes 
3H  to  10;  AAA-C.  About  p 
This  basic  style  is  a  must 
for  your  shoe  wardrobe. 


HOLLYWOOD  APPROVED  FASHIONS  MAY 

BE  BOUGHT  FROM  STORES  LISTED  ON  PAGE  66 


54 


Dawn  Addams  and  Shelley 
Winters  chit-chat  about  the  latest 
Hollywood  doings  on  arrival 
at  the  M.S.  fashion  party. 


Ricardo  Montalban  helps 
Cyd  Charisse  select  her  luncheon 
from  the  bountiful  table  of 
Brown  Derby  specialties. 


Anne  Francis  and  Jean 
Hagen  were  delighted  with  their 
exquisite  American  Beauty 
compacts,  gifts  at  fashion  party. 


Lassie  Maid's  coat  of  checked  wool  that  goes  places  in  style  is 
worn  by  Jean  Peters,  now  in  20th 's  Vicki.  About  $50,  in  beige,  rose  or 
medium  blue.  Jean  wears  Prim's  Career  Girl,  15  denier — 51  gauge 
Prim  nylons  that  feature  preferred  styling — the  Color-Genic  heel, 
delicately  shaded  with  a  tone-on-tone  effect  to  lend  ankle-interest. 


A  Puritan  maiden  lifts  her 

full,  full  skirts  to  show  Bob  Stack 

the  very  sheer  beauty 

of  her  Prim  nylon  hosiery. 


55 


don't  play  it  safe ! 


■  When  I  was  14  in  Brooklyn,  our  grade  school 
Alumni  Association  held  a  benefit  auction.  As 
president  of  the  Association  it  was  up  to  me 
to  maintain  order.  Shortly  after  the  auction  began 
a  half  dozen  tough  kids  of  the  neighborhood 
walked  in  and  began  heckling  the  proceedings. 
They  paid  no  attention  to  me  when  I  called  to 
them  to  stop.  My  duty  was  clear.  I  walked  down 
among  them  to  enforce  my  orders.  They  showed 
no  respect  for  the  president  at  all.  They 
gathered  in  a  half  circle  and  let  me  have  it .  . .  good. 

Although  I  was  big  for  my  age  and  weighed 
more  than  any  of  them,  I  did  a  poor  job  of 
defending  myself.  I  didn't  know  the  first 
thing  about  fighting.  They  didn't  need  six  to  lick 
me — any  one  of  those  kids  could  have  done 
the  job  alone.  While  they  clouted  away  and  I 
kept  ducking  away  from  one  blow  right  into 
another  I  kept  telling  myself  bitterly,  "This  will 
be  a  lesson  to  me."  It  was. 

The  lesson  wasn't  just  about  the  advisability 
of  taking  up  boxing.  The  lesson  also  dealt 
with  the  fact  that  you  can't  play  life  too  safe. 
That's  exactly  what  I  had  done  up  to  that  time.  My 
mother  had  always  been  over-protective  about 
me  and  I  had  fallen  into  a  pattern  .  .  .  almost 
unconsciously.  I  had  never  climbed  a  tree  because  I 
might  fall,  I  had  never  been  on  a  pair  of  roller  skates 
because  I  might  break  a  leg,  I  had  never  tangled 
with  any  kids  because  I  might  get  hurt.  Well, 
I  was  getting  hurt  in  that  auction,  but  the 
blows  those  guys  were  landing  were  doing  more 
than  just  (Continued  on  page  78) 


57 


■  While  escorting  her  sons  to  a  studio  party  not  long 
ago,  Esther  Williams  was  approached  by  a  writer 
of  movie  scripts.  "I  want  to  write  a  picture  for  you 
that  will  make  you  happy,"  he  said.  "Let's  get  you 
out  of  a  bathing  .suit  for  a  change  and  give  you  a 
really  dramatic  part.  Something  that  will  make  them 
sit  up  and  take  notice." 

He  followed  with  a  tirade  against  her  past  pictures, 
referring  frequently  to  the  lukewarm  reviews.  Esther 
heard  him  out,  smiling,  and  when  he  was  finished  she 
said,  "But  you  don't  understand.  I  like  the  kind  of 
pictures  I've  been  doing.  Perhaps  I  want  them  better, 
but  I  want  to  continue  with  the  same  type  of  thing, 
including  the  water." 

All  of  which  goes  to  show  that  Esther  Williams 
understands  her  own  career  a  lot  better  than  most 
people  think.  When,  ten  years  ago,  she  first  splashed 
onto  the  nation's  screens,  she  became  an  overnight 
star.  She  has  remained  top  box-office  ever  since, 
despite  the  fact  her  pictures  have  been  ignored  by 
award-giving  organizations.  With  the  exception  of 
some  really  stunning  water  ballets,  they  have  «not 
been  considered  works  of  art.  The  flintier  critics 
have  reveled  in  bombasting  her  movies,  and  show 
people  have  latched  onto  the  bandwagon  of  Esther 
Williams  jokes.  A  reference  to  water  in  any  sort  of 
comedy  script  will  inevitably  draw  Esther's  name 
into  the  act.  Tallulah  Bankhead,  talking  about  the 
picture  Lifeboat  in  her  first  nightclub  appearance, 
said  it  was  during  the  making  of  that  movie  she  first 
met  Esther  Williams.  "She  wasn't  in  the  picture — 
she  was  just  swmiming  by.7' 

Esther  has  become  the  epitome  of  the  mermaid 
and  of  the  bathing  beauty,  and  since  the  inception  of 
her  career,  American  households  have  switched  from 


Weissmuller  to  Williams  when  referring  to  anything 
from  a  soggy  state  to  a  well-stacked  form.  She  her- 
self joins  in  the  banter,  and  recently  remarked  that 
for  her,  life  was  one  damp  thing  after  another. 

Some  of  the  merriment  has  been  barbed,  such  as 
the  comment  of  the  late  Fanny  Brice,  "Wet  she's 
a  star — dry  she  ain't."  This  sums  up  the  attitude  of 
the  critics,  who  lambast  her  "dry  scenes"  and  who 
feel  that  Esther's  continued  submergings  for  the 
screen  are  eventually  going  to  erode  her  entire 
career.  They  are  growing  tired,  they  say,  of  seeing 
Miss  Williams  inevitably  dunked  in  a  pool,  as  was 
Paulette  Goddard  in  a  bathtub. 

The  point  is  that  Esther's  fans  are  not  tired  of 
watching  her  swim,  and  according  to  reaction  gath- 
.ered  from  all  over  the  country,  would  scream  for  a 
refund  of  their  money  if  they  saw  their  favorite  in  a 
film  that  did  not  include  a  tub,  pond,  lake,  river  or 
ocean.  It  has  been  established  that  movie  goers  ex- 
pect Fred  Astaire  to  dance  in  a  movie;  Bing  Crosby 
to  sing;  Roy  Rogers  to  ride;  and  Esther  Williams  to 
swim.  It  is  a  point  that  critics  overlook. 

To  make  her  fans  happy  she  must  swim,  and  to 
make  them  happy,  she  must  also  be  Esther  Williams 
and  nobody  else.  This  is  a  fact  which  reviewers  might 
well  think  over,  in  the  event  they  wonder  why,  with 
mediocre  films,  Esther  stays  in  the  top  ten  on  many 
polls.  There  are  actors  who  are  such  fine  thespians 
they  can  submerge  their  own  personalities  in  each 
role  they  undertake,  and  while  these  people  are 
highly  regarded,  they  seldom  attain  the  rush  of 
popularity  held  by  those  who,  regardless  of  their 
role,  are  always  themselves  on  the  screen.  John 
Wayne  is  an  example,  Bette  Davis  another,  Bing 
Crosby  yet  another.  They  (Continued  on  next  page) 


may  play  Tom  or  Dick  or  Harriet,  but  they 
are  themselves,  and  they  are  so  strongly 
niched  as  personalities  that  you  know  be- 
fore you  see  the  picture  what  kind  of  a 
movie  it  will  be.  Esther,  too,-  falls  into  this 
category. 

Why  does  she  consistently  hold  her 
position  in  the  top  ten?  By  academic 
standards  she  is  not  beautiful,  yet  hers  is 
a  pleasing  face,  with  smiling  hazel  eyes 
and  a  wide,  generous  mouth.  Her  five  feet 
and  eight  inches  towers  above  the  average 
girl,  yet  she  moves  with  such  easy  grace 
that  attention  is  called  only  to  the  fact 
that  she  possesses  a  strikingly  lovely  figure. 
Her  personality  has  neither  the  atomic 
quality  of  a  Hutton  nor  the  dignity  of  a 
Garson;  instead  it  projects  a  warm,  rather 
simple  sincerity.  It  is  this  personality  that 
the  fans  like.  They  think  of  her  as  glam- 
orous,* because  she  is  a  movie  star,  but 
they  also  feel  she  would  be  easy  to  know 
and  fun  to  know.  They  have  come  to  know 
her  as  a  person  through  the  medium  of 
movies,  and  they  are  perfectly  content  with 
the  kind  of  movies  that  star  Esther. 

So  is  Esther.  But  she  wasn't  always.  Five 
years  ago  she  approached  MGM  execu- 
tives in  determination  to  end  her  movie 
career.  "I  want  to  have  children.  I  want 
to  stay  home,"  she  told  them.  "I'd  rather 
have  babies  than  put  myself  through  this 
torture." 

It  was  a  decision  made  because  of  many 
things.  First,  she  wanted  children  and  the 
chance  to  be  at  home  with  them  and  with 
Ben.  Possibly  she  would  have  foregone  this 
point  had  she  felt  she  was  making  any 
kind  of  contribution  to  films,  but  she  was 
certain  she  was  not.  She  found  the  career 
of  a  movie  star,  especially  one  which 
included  months  of  rigorous  rehearsals  for 
her  swimming  numbers,  an  exhausting 
procedure  without  any  foreseeable  reward. 
Reviewers  were  panning  her  pictures,  with' 
the  exception  of  throwing  an  occasional 
bone  in  the  form  of,  "Naturally,  the  num- 
bers are  beautiful."  How,  said  Esther, 
could  they  assume  that  hanging  from  heli- 
copters and  whipping  down  greased  slides 
was  "naturally"  beautiful?  These  things 
had  cost  her  long  hours  of  back-breaking 
labor,  yet  critics  tossed  them  off  as  a 
"natural"  thing.  She  was  tired,  she  said, 
and  she  wanted  to  go  home  and  stay  home. 

MGM  brass  hats  then  ladled  out  to  her 
the  tonic  that  they  keep  in  preparation 
for  their  disillusioned  stars,  and  while  it 
may  be  a  much-used  concoction,  it  is  one 
that  contains  considerable  truth.  They 
pulled  some  statistics  out  of  a  desk  drawer 
and  pointed  out  to  Esther  that  she  had  hit 
the  top  ten.  This  meant,  they  told  her, 
that  she  had  at  last  arrived,  after  an  in- 
vestment of  a  great  deal  of  energy  both 
on  their  part  and  on  her  own.  She  was 
now  a  commodity,  and  no  longer  belonged 
to  herself.  "People  like  your  pictures,"  they 
said.  "You  have  something  to  offer." 

That  was  the  clincher.  Esther  had  been, 
convinced  she  had  nothing,  and  suddenly 
the  whole  outlook  was  changed.  As  one 
director  kidded  her,  "You're  just  as  good 
as  most  actresses  in  the  business.  If  you 
weren't,  you  couldn't  say  those  lines  they 
give  you." 

T^rom  that  point  on,  Esther  settled  down 
A  and  decided  to  do  the  best  possible.  If 
she  could  improve  the  numbers  or  the 
scripts  or-  her  performances,  so  much  the 
better.  She  had  been  thinking  of  her 
career  as  a  brief  and  fluffy  thing  about 
which  she  would  one  day  tell  her  grand- 
children. Now  she  felt  stimulated  and  en- 
joyed the  work  once  more.  "It  was  like 
a  marriage,"  she  says  now.  "All  the  mys- 
ticism and  initial  excitement  had  gone  out 
of  it  and  I  settled  down  to  do  an  exacting 
and  enjoyable  job." 

She  went  on  personal  appearance  tours, 


and  attended  script  meetings,  insisting  on 
pictures  that  made  people  happy.  She 
made  contributions  and  objections,  such 
as  the  time  she  balked  at  portraying  a 
Tahitian  girl  in  Pagan  Love  Song.  She 
felt  the  studio  had  spent  so  much  money 
in  exploiting  her  as  the  Ail-American  girl 
that  to  play  a  Tahitian,  in  her  opinion, 
would  be  bad  casting. 

Since  the  time  of  the  switch  in  her  at- 
titude Esther  and  MGM  have  enjoyed  a 
pleasant,  down-to-earth  relationship,  and 
if  she  was  asked  to  do  a  picture  she  didn't 
like,  she  tried  to  find  a  better  working 
arrangement  for  it,  always  with  an  eye  to 
the  box-office.  It  has  resulted  in  her  being 
one  of  the  studio's  most  valued  stars,  be- 
cause she  works  always  with  them.  When 
people  have  tried  to  console  her  after 
reading  a  brickbat  review,  she  says,  "I'm 
not  nervous  about  what  the  critics  say,  so 
don't  you  be  nervous  about  it.  If  some- 
thing inside  me  demanded  dramatic  roles 
I'd  have  fought  for  them.  As  it  is,  I  only 
want  to  improve  myself  with  each  picture, 
and  each  picture  along  with  me,  so  that 


the  October  issue 
of  modern  screen 

is  loaded  with  extras! 
delectable 
marilyn  monroe  is 

on  the  cover — 
photos  of.  the  fabulous 
"girls  wanted"  contest 
winners  inside, 
on  sale  September  8 


people  don't  grow  tired  of  me.  People  in 
town  may  think  I'm  frustrated  because  I 
haven't  an  Oscar,  or  lazy  because  I  con- 
tinue to  make  my  own  type  of  picture. 
I'm  .not  lazy — I've  never  worked  harder 
than  I  have  in  the  last  few  years,  con- 
centrating   to    make    everything  right." 

Esther  makes  an  average  of  two-and-a- 
half  pictures  a  year.  Each  requires  two 
months  of  rehearsals,  three  months  to  shoot, 
and  a  month  of  publicity  and  retakes  and 
dubbing.  This  results  in  the  work  over- 
lapping, so  that  she  has  had  free  time -only 
when  pregnant.  She  is  now  expecting  •  a 
third  baby,  and  is  luxuriating  in  the  days 
spent  at  home  with  her  two  sons.  "I'm  like 
a  hatband  that's  been  stretched  for  years 
and  then  suddenly  comes  back  to  normal 
— and  the  tension  is  all  gone." 

A  question  that  Esther  doesn't  answer, 
possibly  because  she  doesn't  know  the  an- 
swer, is  why,  if  she  is  so  enchanted  with 
days  at  home,  doesn't  she  give  up  her 
movie  career  entirely?  The  answer  prob- 
ably lies  in  her  nature,  which  is  one  of 
extreme  vitality.  In  school  she  was  a 
straight-A  student,  Vice-President  of  the 
student  body,  head  of  the  Athletic  Asso- 
ciation, she  wrote  plays  for  the  football 
rallies  and  was  in  the  middle  of  'every 
club  on  the  campus.  It  was  as  if  she  had 
tumbled  onto  a  conveyor  belt  and  couldn't 
get  off,  and  it  is  fairly  certain  that  what- 
ever she  tackled  in  the  way  of  a  career, 
Esther   would   have   been   on   top.  She 


possesses  a  drive  that  will  never  allow 
her  to  sit  at  home  in  the  midst  of  her 
brood  and  grow  sleepy  and  plump  in  a 
sedentary  life. 

Despite  her  current  concentration  with 
her  career,  there  are  many  facets  of  it  she 
dislikes.  There  are  few  women  who,  in 
the  first  months  of  pregnancy,  would  have 
the  will  to  forget  nausea  in  order  to  water 
ski  for  the  cameras.  And  there  are  few 
women  who  wouldn't  blush  at  the  scrutiny 
given  their  figure  because  their  career  was 
built  on  its  existence,  or  grow  tired  of 
the  never-ending  insistence  that  they 
look  pretty  every  minute  of  every  day, 
without  let-up.  Esther  does  these  things 
because  they  are  a  necessary  part  of  her 
career.  By  now  she  forces  a  smile  when 
strangers  ask  her  when  she  learned  to 
swim.  It  is  the  question  most  asked,  and 
has  been  asked  well  over  2,000  times.  Pub- 
licity, says  Esther,  makes  it  difficult  to 
hold  on  to  things  that  matter.  "Kim  says 
something  funny  and  bright,  and  Ben  and 
I  laugh  about  it,  and  before  the  week  is 
up  I  give  the  anecdote  to  a  writer  who  is 
struggling  to  gather  his  11th  story  about 
me.  Then  I  see  it  in  print,  and  somehow 
the  charm  is  all  gone.  It  doesn't  belong  to 
me  any  more.  It's  the  same  way  with  pic- 
tures. Ben  and  I  are  asked  to  sit  in  front 
of  the  fire  and  look  dreamy-eyed  for  a 
photographer,  and  we  do.  And  then  the 
next  night,  when  we  do  the  same  thing 
only  for  ourselves,  something  is  gone,  from 
it,  something  we  should  have." 

IJer  marriage  to  Ben,  as  any  marriage  in 
Hollywood,  undergoes  stress  and  strain 
far  beyond  that  endured  by  the  average 
couple.  Fortunately,  Ben  has  never  been 
irritated  by  the  superficial  attitude  of 
people  that  Esther  is  "the  star"  of  the 
family.  He  has  his  fingers  in  several  busi- 
ness ventures  of  his  own,  and  in  addition 
to  them  has  the  foresight  and  ability  to 
advise  Esther  on  the  management  of  her 
own  career.  This  in  itself  is  a  big  business 
operation  and  Esther,  who  was  never  ac- 
customed to  handling  a  lot  of  money,  is 
grateful  that  Ben  is  enough  of  a  financier 
to  see  that  her  money  is  wisely  invested. 

From  time  to  time  they  have  suffered 
the  usual  Hollywood  reports  that  their 
marriage  is  on  the  rocks,  and  through 
Ben,  Esther  has  learned  to  ignore  them. 
It  used  to  be  that  he  would  come  home 
from  work  and  find  her  rattling  a  news- 
paper in  anger.  "Listen  to  this,"  she  would 
storm,  and  begin  reading  him  an  item  to 
the  effect  that  the  Gages  were  all  through. 

"What's  for  dinner?"  Ben  would  say. 

"How  can  you  ask  such  a  question? 
Don't  you  care  what  people  are  saying 
about  us?" 

"Look.  These  columnists  have  to  make 
a  living,"  he'd  say.  "Why  don't  you  get 
off  their  backs?" 

Esther  realized  this  was  the  only  atti- 
tude to  adopt  toward  false  rumors,  yet 
every  time  they  pop  up,  they  begin  weav- 
ing a  web  around  the  li""s  of  the  two 
people  concerned.  The  last  batch  of '  ru- 
mors spread  over  town  so  rapidly  that  in 
one  day  the  movfe  colony  had  been  advised 
via  its  inimitable  grapevine.  That  night 
Ben  and  Es'ther  were  due  at  a  social  wing- 
ding  to  which  "everybody"  had  been  in- 
vited. When  they  walked  into  the  room 
they  could  feel  the  tension  about  them,  a 
mass  of  minds  seemingly  working  in  the 
negative.  It  was  almost  as  if  those  as- 
sembled expected  some  sort  of  a  show 
and  would  be  disappointed  if  they  didn't 
get  it.  Wherever  Esther  goes  she  is 
photographed,  but  that  night  they  were 
faced  by  a  perpetual  barrage  of  flash- 
bulbs. "They  all  think,"  Esther  whispered 
to  Ben  as  they  danced  around  the  floor 
in  flashes  of  blinding  light,  "That 
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It  is  a  happy  fact  that  the  strange  rhythm 
of  Hollywood  does  not  irk  Ben.  "If  it 
did,"  Esther  says,  "I'd  go  out  of  my  head." 
He  is  the  one  who  keeps  her  from  worry- 
ing, but  of  course  it's  impossible  to  pro- 
tect her  from  it  entirely.  She  has  said 
that  with  the  new  lease  on  her  career  five 
years  ago  she  went  at  it  with  new  vim 
and  vigor.  This  is  true,  because  it  has  been 
proven  to  her  that  she  had  a  talent  tt» 
offer,  that  fans  liked  her  movies.  But  she 
still  worried  about  her  acting. 

"T  thought  I  was  a  rotten  actress  and 
*  that  they  could  bury  me  any  time  they 
wanted  to.  Then  two  years  ago  I  made 
Texas  Carnival  and  Chuck  Walters,  the 
director,  sat  me  down  and  talked  to  me 
like  a  Dutch  uncle.  He  reminded  me  that 
every  time  anybody  mentioned  having 
seen  one  of  my  pictures  I'd  either  change 
the  subject  or  try  to  say  the  unkind  thing 
for  them.  'Just  because  you  think  you're 
not  an  actress,  you're  trying  to  prove  it,' 
he  told  me.  'Take  the  chip  off  your  shoulder 
and  stop  undermining  yourself.' 

"He  told  me  to  start  thinking  about  ways 
to  take,  what  I  was  and  make  myself  bet- 
ter. I  took  his  advice  on  that  picture  and 
then  in  Skirts  Ahoy,  for  the  first  time,  I 
could  believe  what  I  was  doing.  I'd  been 
looking  down  on  my  scripts,  and  now  I 
began  to  work  with  the  writers,  and  from 
that  time  on  I  could  feel  my  performances 
getting  better.  By  the  time  I  made  Easy 
To  Love — that  was  the  first  time  I  went 
every  night  to  see  the  daily  rushes  after 
work — it's  sort  of  like  a  classroom,  you 
learn  so  much — I  realized  that  the  picture 
was  too  easy  for  me.  Chuck  said  to  me, 
'Do  you  realize  how  far  you've  come  from 
Texas  Carnival?' " 

It  was  this  encouragement,  a  fairly  re- 
cent development,  that  has  given  Esther  a 
real  go  signal  on  her  career.  She  is  anxious 
now  to  improve  each  picture  and  to  im- 
prove with  each  picture,  and  feels  that 
her  own  maturity  has  outgrown  the  old 


style  Esther  Williams  vehicle.  She  wants 
them  to  have  more  meaning  and  more 
solid  feeling  and  less  fluff,  but  she  is  wise 
enough  to  know  that  they  must  be  in  the 
same  mold  to  keep  her  following.  The  same 
thing,  only  better  each  time.  The  next  one 
will  be  Athena,  and  if  Esther  does  what 
she  hopes  to  do  in  this  movie,  audiences 
will  begin  to  believe  that  Miss  Williams  can 
act  as  well  dry  as  she'  can  wet. 

There  is  a  definite  reason  behind  all 
this  new  determination.  Esther  has  seven 
more  years  to  go  on  her  current  contract 
with  MGM,  and  has  had  a  clause  written 
in  that  during  the  last  five  years  she  will 
be  allowed  18  months  off.  This  will  be 
broken  into  three  periods  of  six  months 
each,  and  during  each  half-year  she  will 
star  in  her  own  aquacade.  Ben  is  work- 
ing toward  this  by  getting  his  various  busi- 
ness enterprises  squared  away  so  they  will 
operate  smoothly  in  his  absence. 

"I'll  make  pictures  solidly  for  the  next 
two  years,"  says  Esther,  "and  then  we'll 
buy  a  big  trailer  or  an  old  railway  car 
and  pack  up  the  kids  and  the  show,  and 
go  wherever  people  want  to  see  us — 
France,  England,  Africa,  it  doesn't  matter. 
In  the  meantime,  I  have  to  keep  my  name 
perking  so  that  people  will  want  to  see  the 
show.  And  then,  for  all  the  wor.k  and  the 
worry,  we'll  have  our  own  set-up." 

AS  we  said  before,  Esther  Williams  un- 
derstands her  own  career  quite  well, 
and  has  no  intention  of  winding  up,  as  so 
many  screen  luminaries  do,  without  a  peso 
in  her  pocket.  Years  ago  Joe  Pasternak 
gave  her  a  bit  of  advice.  "If  you  want  to 
be  considered  a  great  actress  and  win  an 
Oscar,"  he  said,  "we  can  fix  it  up  for  you. 
You  can  be  a  floozy  without  makeup  and 
we'll  put  you  in  a  black  satin  gown  and 
lean  you  against  a  lamp  post.  Maybe  you 
can  even  be  a  little  high.  You'll  go  over 
great.  The  only  trouble  is,  you'll  be  through 
in  pictures." 

Obviously,  Esther  hasn't  forgotten  a 
word  he  said.  END 


sentimental  journey 

(Continued  from  page  42)  Massachusetts, 
I  understand  a  lot  of  things." 

"Like,  for  instance  .  .  .?" 

"Well,  like  any  man's  reluctance  to  dis- 
card his  early  environment — the  things 
that  built  his  character.  Most  people  hate 
change,  and  so  did  Marty.  Now  he's  be- 
ginning to  like  sports  clothes,  but  he  tem- 
pers my  feminine  tastes  with  just  the  right 
amount  of  conservatism.  All  of  us  live  un- 
der certain  restraints.  When  it  comes  to 
New  Englanders  like  Marty,  the  proof  of 
that  is  in  their  reluctance  to  go  overboard 
in  clothes — or  conversation.  But  when  it 
comes  to  other  things — well,  stand  back 
and  look  out!" 

"Meaning  .  .  .?" 

"Meaning,  in  Marty's  case,  for  instance, 
something  like  potato  pancakes.  You 
know,  a  lot  of  people  grow  up  thinking 
about  how  great  the  pies  were  that  Mama 
used  to  bake.  But  when  they  go  home 
and  get  a  taste  of  those  pies,  they  realize 
that  Mother  wasn't  a  good  cook  at  all.  She 
was  too  busy  to  learn,  raising  a  big  fam- 
ily. They  just  thought  she  was  a  good 
cook,  because  they  were  hungry  all  the 
time.  In  the  case  of  Marty's  mother,  when 
the  family  gathers  at  the  old  home,  they 
feel  so  sorry  for  the  absent  members  not 
being  there  to  taste  Minnie's  potato  pan- 
cakes that  they  send  them  wires  of  con- 
dolence." 

"Outside  of  the  potato  pancakes,  you 
like  Marty's  family,  too?" 
"Why  not?"  Doris  Day  asked.  "Sure,  I 


live  in  Hollywood,  and  I'm  certain  people 
must  get  a  funny  idea',  sometimes,  reading 
about  all  the  so-called  glamor.  I  am  an 
actress,  true,  and  proud  of  it,  but  I'm  more 
of  my  home  town  of  Cincinnati  than  Holly- 
wood, and  that's  not  trying  to  compare  the 
respective  merits  of  either  place. 

"I've  heard  it  said  that  actors  don't 
know  that  other  people  are  alive.  That 
isn't  true.  I  love  the  movie  business,  and 
there  are  many  wonderful  people  in  it. 
Acting  is  not  as  tough,  or  as  easy  as  people 
make  it  out  to  be,  but  the  profession  does 
consume  a  lot  of  your  time.  For  instance, 
it's  a  crying  shame  that  I  had  to  go  all 
this  time  without  meeting  people  like 
Marty's  brother,  Harmon,  and  his  wife.  We 
just  couldn't  get  away,  that's  all,  until  we 
visited  them  this  year  in  Athens,  New 
York.  It's  not  a  big  place,  but  it  has  that 
wonderful  home  town  atmosphere.  You 
know,  we  drove  up  there,  arriving  in  the 
early  evening.  After  dinner,  we  went  up- 
stairs to  talk.  We  were  just  sitting  there 
when  we  heard  voices.  We  looked  out  the 
window,  and  the  big  tree  was  loaded  with 
children,  peeking  in.  Outside,  before  the 
evening  was  over,  there  seemed  to  be 
hundreds  of  them.  I  went  outside  and 
made  with  a  lot  of  autographs.  There  was 
no  yelling  and  pushing  and  screaming. 
They  were  polite  and  well-behaved.  They'd 
never  seen  a  movie  star  before  and  simply 
wanted  to  say  hello  because  they  felt  curi- 
ous and  friendly.  I  really  felt  humble." 

All  of  a  sudden,  Doris  stopped  talking, 
like  she'd  felt  she  was  saying  too  much, 
and  began  to  shop.  When  Doris  begins  to 
shop  her  name  might  as  well  be  Doris 


Oglethorpe  of  Double  Dubuque,  Iowa.  In 
other  words,  like  every  other  woman,  she 
forgets  where  she  is. 

She  tried  on  a  white  sports  hat  and 
bought  it.  She  tried  on  a  few  other  things 
and  bought  them.  She  progressed  to  the 
jewelry  counter  and  looked  at  Marty  with 
an  inquiring  look. 

"No  money,"  he  said,  solemnly. 

Believe  it  or  not,  at  that  moment  a 
large  French  poodle  walked  in,  and  gravely 
put  his  paws  on  the  counter,  gazing  intently 
at  all  the  baubles. 

"Looka  him,"  Doris  said,  "he's  loaded." 

We  used  up  most  of  the  morning  trying 
to  get  our  foot  out  of  the  door  of  those 
fascinating  little  shops — prices  just  as  low 
as  in  Hollywood,  too.  Marty  held  back 
when  Doris  steered  him  into  a  place  called 
Cabbages  and  Kings,  Ltd.,  but  a  moment 
later  he  lost  his  head  in  miles  of  tweed 
yardage.  He  delved  into  the  cloth  like  a 
thirsty  man  at  cocktail  time.  Then  he 
paused,  and  looked  at  Doris  inquiringly. 

"No  money,"  she  said,  solemnly. 

They  went  from  there  to  a  place  called 
Pebble  Beach  Interiors,  because  their 
house  is  furnished  in  French  Provincial. 
"We  used  to  be  Early  Americans,"  Doris 
explained,  "but  every  time  we  went  some- 
where to  visit,  our  friends'  homes  were 
done  in  Early  American.  We  felt  like  we'd 
never  left  home.  French  Provincial  isn't  as 
stuffy  as  it  sounds.  Very  informal,  depend- 
ing on  your  selection."  They  looked  at  a 
magnificent  chest  of  drawers — it  must 
have  been  more  than  a  hundred  years  old, 
and  turned  to  photographer  Beerman  with 
a  double  inquiring  look.  "You're  an  expert 
at  a  lot  of  things,"  Doris  said  to  Bob.  "What 
do  you  think?" 

"Never  mind  about  the  money,"  Bob  re- 
plied carelessly.  "It's  only  $750."  Doris 
made  a  note  of  that. 

At  this  point  if  my  report  moves  a  little 
too  fast  for  complete  details  it  is  because 
Doris  Day  was  not  in  a  mood  for  stopping. 
She  took  off  in  a  small  whirlwind  for  the 
Del  Monte  Lodge  Beach  Club  for  her  ini- 
tial and  somewhat  furious  tennis  lesson 
from  the  popular  professional,  John  Gard- 
diner.  John,  ex-captain  of  the  Penn  State 
Teachers'  College  team,  ex-football  coach 
at  Monterey  High,  found  Doris  a  more  than 
satisfactory  pupil.  "My  specialty  is  teach- 
ing children,"  he  said,  "and  Miss  Day  has 
every  bit  as  swift  a  grasp  of  the  funda- 
mentals as  a  12-year-old,  which  is  about 
as  high  a  compliment  as  I  can  pay.  Not 
only  that,  but  with  all  respect  to  the  swell 
football  players  I've  coached,  if  every 
member  of  my  team  had  the  coordination 
savvy  she  has  we'd  have  won  a  couple  of 
state  championships." 

John  didn't  really  have  to  say  it.  Looking 
at  Doris  it  was  apparent  that  she  isn't  going 
to  be  a  beginner  very  long.  Marty,  watch- 
ing her  swing  at  the  tennis  balls  pitched 
into  her,  commented,  "I  play  a  little  tennis 
myself,  and  I  may  be  sorry  I  ever  sug- 
gested this." 

While  Doris  got  busy  sweeping  the  court 
off  with  a  tennis  ball  clearing  contraption 
Pro  Gardiner  had  invented,  I  casually 
asked  Marty,  "What  one  of  Doris'  records 
have  you  liked  the  best?" 

"Curious  you  should  ask  that,"  he  re- 
plied. "My  favorite  is  a  platter  that  was 
a  rare  thing  for  Doris  in  that  it  didn't 
break  any  records  selling.  It  was  'Some- 
thing Wonderful,'  from  The  King  And  I." 
"Mine's  'Mr.  Tap  Toe.'  " 
"Well,  everybody  to  his  own  taste," 
Marty  replied,  "but  I  suspect  that  any- 
thing I  say  to  you  is  liable  to  find  its  way 
into  print,  so  you  might  throw  in  a  word 
for  her  album  of  By  The  Light  Of  The 
Silvery  Moon — and  her  newest  release,  a 
real  gone  thing  called  "The  Purple  Cow.' 
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wrote  it,  and  they  won't  care  if  you  plug 
it." 

Doris  came  up  and  broke  into  the  con- 
versation. "I'm  going  to  start  the  yacht 
race.  Let's  get  with  it." 

We  did.  There  was  some  confusion  at 
first.  Some  of  the  yachtsmen  paid  more  at- 
tention to  Doris  than  they  did  the  starting 
line  and  had  to  jockey  around  again  for 
position.  Eighteen  people  and  two  dogs 
came  up  to  say  hello. -Then  Doris  fired  the 
starting  pistol.  To  be  frank  about  it,  we 
never  did  find  .out  who  won.  For  all  we 
know,  they  may  be  out  there  yet,  because 
Doris  announced  that  she  was  famished. 
She  could  use  a  big  lunch. 

"I  could  handle  a  hamburger,"  Marty 
stated. 

"I  was  speaking  of  real  food,"  Doris  put 
in  as  Marty  turned  the  Cadillac  toward 
Carmel. 

Happy  to  see  that  they  didn't  agree  on 
everything,  I  asked,  "Do  you  two  always 
bicker  like  this?" 

"We're  human,"  Doris  returned.  "All  hu- 
mans bicker.  They  also  sometimes  have 
arguments.  We  have  arguments.  Marty, 
do  you  remember  the  time  .  .  .?" 


Comedian  Sid  Caesar  was  invited 
to  a  party  where  the  then  Gen. 
Dwight  Eisenhower  was  a  guest. 
Caesar  did  his  impersonation  of  a 
Russian  soldier,  and  later  Eisen- 
hower congratulated  him:  "How 
did  you  ever  learn  such  perfect 
Russian?" 

Caesar  confessed:  "Sir,  I  don't 
understand  a  word  of  it.  It's  just 
double  talk."  .* 

Eisenhower  laughed:  "Well,  you 
certainly  had  me  fooled!" 


Marty  remembered,  but  he  couldn't  re- 
call what  started  the  small  beef.  The  first 
thing  they  knew  the  trivial  matter  was 
on  the  verge  of  becoming  important.  So, 
as  usually  happens  in  any  normal  family, 
one  or  the  other  began  to  laugh.  This  time 
it  was  Marty.  He  said,  "If  we  can't  see  it 
my  way,  I'm  going  to  pack  up  and  leave." 

Doris  retorted,  "Go  ahead,  see  if  I  care." 
But  their  son,  11-year-old  Terry  didn't 
see  her  grin.  He  quietly  went  upstairs  and 
was  back  down  again  in  a  couple  of  min- 
utes, carrying  his  Erector  set  case. 

"If  Marty  goes,  I  go  too,"  he  declared 
loyally. 

In  the  laughter  that  followed,  Terry 
knew  his  mother  and  dad  were  kidding. 
When  he  went  out  to  play,  he  left  his  Erec- 
tor set  behind.  Doris  looked  into  it  and 
pulled  out  two  pairs  of  blue  jeans.  She 
looked  at  Marty  through  a  vague  little 
mist  in  her  eyes.  He  put  one  big  arm 
around  her.  "Personally,"  he  said,  "I  think 
the  lad  is  getting  careless.  If  we  were 
really  going  to  leave  he  should  have  at 
least  packed  his  razor  and  a  few  blades." 

Ves,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Melcher  bicker  some- 
times,  but  they  have  a  graceful  way  of 
giving  in  to  each  other.  Take  the  matter 
of  the  hamburgers.  Marty  found  us  a  place 
to  get  them,  but  there  was  a  line  of  citi- 
zens waiting,  and  no  place  to  sit  down. 
Doris  asked  Marty  if  he'd  ever  had  a 
Mexican  hamburger.  He  couldn't  say  that 
he  had,  so  we  crossed  the  street  to  Carmel's 
favorite  Mexican  restaurant.  Here,  Marty 
learned  that  Doris'  idea  of  a  Mexican  ham- 
burger is  a  tacos.  For  the  uninitiated,  a 
"tacos  is  a  pie-shaped  piece  of  crust  with 
beef  nestled  in  a  nest  of  shredded  lettuce 
and  red  hot  sauce  poured  in  the  open  end. 
If  you've  never  had  one  the  reaction  can 
be  like  swallowing  the  hot  end  of  a  cigar. 
Marty  complained  somewhat  bitterly.  Then 
he  ordered  two  more  and  downed  them 
with  relish. 

"Just    like    a   man,"    Doris  observed. 


"Afraid  to  try  anything  new,  and  then  he 
goes  overboard.  Tonight  hell  accuse  me  of 
promoting  him  a  tummy  ache,  and  tomor- 
row he'll  want  to  come  back  to  the  same 
place." 

As  we  left  the  Mexican  restaurant,  the 
sun  burst  out  through  the  dissipating  fog. 
Marty  suggested  we  take  a  tour  of  the 
fabulous  17-Mile  Drive  along  the  coast.  "All 
right,  you  tourists,"  Doris  announced, 
"here's  something  we've  never  seen  be- 
fore." Marty  stopped  the  car  near  a  sign 
which  indicated  that  a  ship  called  the  John 
B.  Stetson  had  been  wrecked  there,  run- 
ning aground  on  the  rocks  on  the  wild 
night  of  September  4,  1934.  Doris  clam- 
bered on  a  huge  rock,  struck  an  oratorical 
pose.  "Here,"  she  declared,  "is  the  finest 
meeting  place  of  land  and  water  in  exist- 
ence." 

"Hey,  Doris,"  I  suggested,  "you  ought  to 
be  a  writer." 

"Not  me.  It  was  Robert  Louis  Stevenson 
who  said  that.  I've  been  reading  the  bro- 
chure." She  pointed  toward  a  monstrous 
rock  jutting  into  the  ocean.  "That,"  she 
said,  "is  Point  Joe,  where  some  of  the 
most  disastrous  shipwrecks  in  the  world 
have  taken  place.  What  happens  is  that 
ship  captains  on  stormy  nights  mistake  it 
for  the  entrance  to  Monterey.  A  lot  of 
good  men  have  gone  to  their  deaths  here." 

Our  next  stop  was  at  a  small  point  look- 
ing toward  Seal  and  Bird  Rocks  a  half- 
mile  out  into  the  ocean.  Doris  borrowed  a 
couple  of  dimes  from  Marty,  and  they 
looked  through  the  powerful  glasses. 

"Well,  what  do  you  know!"  Marty  ex- 
claimed, gazing  at  a  couple  of  pompous, 
heavily  moustached  seals  swaggering  across 
the  rocks.  "Now  I  know  where  some  Holly- 
wood executives  take  their  vacations!" 

"Look,  Marty,"  Doris  interrupted,  "there's 
us!" 

Marty  swung  his  glass  around  to  a  close- 
up  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Seal  lazily  and  affec- 
tionately nuzzling  each  other.  Suddenly 
Mrs.  Seal  rar'd  back  and  took  a  healthy, 
ferocious  nip  at  her  spouse.  "Uh-uh," 
Marty  laughed,  "that's  us  all  right." 

Before  Mrs.  M.  could  answer  the  sun 
ducked  under  a  cloud.  Then  the  fog  rolled 
in.  Doris  was  both  sleepy  and  hungry  at 
the  same  time,  so  we  all  went  back  to  the 
Del  Monte  Lodge.  I  knew  how  you  felt 
about  getting  that  picture  of  Doris  in  the 
red  bathing  suit,  but  we  still  had  tomorrow. 
Besides,  after  dinner  that  night,  we  picked 
up  some  pictures  of  Doris  and  Marty  danc- 
ing together.  Marty  said  that  it  had  been 
almost  two  years  since  any  photographer 
caught  them  dancing.  Beerman  promptly 
asked  for  a  shot  of  them  dancing  and  kiss- 
ing -at  the  same  time.  "No  chance,"  Marty 
retorted.  "We'll  leave  that  for  the  young 
couples  who  are  happy  today  and  divorced 
tomorrow." 

You  got  to  respect  an  honest  attitude 
like  that.  So,  with  the  sound  of  the  roaring 
surf  in  our  ears  and  the  moon  rising  over 
a  young  couple  spooning  under  the  Mon- 
terey cypress  trees  we  took  leave  of  the 
merry  Melchers  until  the  next  day,  which 
happened  to  be — 

"Cunday?  Work  on  Sunday?"  At  break- 
^  fast,  Doris  wasn't  so  sure. 

"Now,  about  that  red  bathing  suit,"  Bob 
Beerman  began. 

"That's  definitely  out  on  Sunday,"  Doris 
jibed,  "but  I'm  all  for  some  more  sightsee- 
ing. I  want  to  see  that  old  theater  in  Mon- 
terey and  go  to  Fisherman's  Wharf — and 
you  can  tag  along  for  pictures,  if  you  can 
get  all  \ou  want  before  it's  time  for  Marty 
and  me  to  go  to  church." 

Our  first  stop  was  the  little  theater, 
perched  on  a  Monterey  hillside.  Doris  read 
the  inscription  on  the  door  with  as  much 
feeling  as  she  put  into  her  lines  in  her 
new  Warner  picture,  Calamity  Jane. 


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"Many  a  miner  passed  through  this 
door, 

Who  swore  he'd  never  come  in  any 
more. 

'Twas  here  they  eased  him  of  nug- 

•    gets  of  gold, 
For  this  was  the  place  the  booze 

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One  drink  was  enough  to  make  him 

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On  sobering  up  he  would  always 

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Then  come  back  the  next  day  for 
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Inside  the  theater  the  charming  custo- 
dian, a  Mrs.  Stewart,  served  as  our  guide. 
She  took  Doris  up  on  the  tiny  stage  which 
is  almost  exactly  like  it  was  when  an  ad- 
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are  still  given  here  three  times  a  week. 

"Gee,"  Dqris  said,  "I'd  like  to  give  a  per- 
formance here,  sometime!" 

"Why  not  now?"  we  encouraged. 

So  Doris  sang  some  old  songs  and  the 
long  empty  benches  seemed  to  be  suddenly 
filled  with  the  ghosts  of  early  Californians 
who  had  cheered  their  favorites  in  this  tiny 
little  place.  Marty,  who  had  been  in  one 
of  the  side  rooms,  rummaging  around  in 
the  ancient  wardrobes,  came  out  from  the 
wings,  first  in  a  policeman's  helmet,  then 
in  a  stovepipe  hat.  "I  always  knew  the  ham 
would  come  out  in  me  some  day,"  he  said. 

It's  a  little  difficult  to  put  it  clearly,  but 
these  two  people  have  a  great  reverence 
for  the  historic  old  places  they've  visited 
all  over  the  country  on  their  sentimental 
journey  even  though  they  clown  a  little. 

Afterwards  we  roamed  through  the 
streets  of  Old  Monterey,  stopping  by  Gen- 
eral Jose  Castro's  headquarters,  the  House 
of  the  Four  Winds,  so  named  for  its  weather 
vane,  and  other  storied  buildings.  Then 
we  headed  for  the  pier  where  Marty  dis- 
appeared to  prowl  around  the  salmon  boats 
and  ask  the  old  salts  how  fishing  was.  Doris 
poked  into  the  dozens  of  little  curio  shops 
and  cafes,  autographed  pictures  for  sol- 
diers. We  lost  her  in  the  crowd.  Ten  min- 
utes later,  we  found  her,  leaning  over  the 
rail  of  a  pier  extension,  gazing  at  a  sea  lion 
circling  around  in  the  back  of  the  restau- 
rants waiting  for  a  handout.  She  seemed 
lost  in  her  own  thoughts. 

"Sea  lions  lead  a  very  happy  life,  I  am 
convinced,"  she  said. 

"I  know,"  I  replied,  "you're  hungry 
again." 

"However  in  the  world  did  you  know?" 

So  we  rounded  up  Marty,  located  a  spot 
for  a  steak  sandwich,  and  the  last  we  saw 
of  Doris  and  her  spouse,  they  were  headed 
for  church  services  in  Carmel.  (Doris  is  a 
Christian  Scientist.) 

Next  morning,  Doris  and  Marty  planned 
to  be  up  at  six^thirty  to  leave  for  the  last 
leg  of  their  vacation  in  San  Francisco. 
Photographer  Beerman  and  I  were  up 
earlier,  packed  and  ready  for  the  return 
trip  to  Hollywood. 

"Come  on,  Bob,"  I  urged,  "we  got  to  get 
back  early — " 

"Wait  a  minute,"  Bob  said.  He  went  over 
to  a  house  phone  in  the  lobby  of  the  Lodge. 
I  heard  him  ask  for  Doris.  There  was  a  si- 
lence, and  then  he  hung  up. 

"What  was  that  for?"  I  asked. 

"Oh,"  Bob  replied,  "I  just  thought  I'd 
take  one  more  try  at  getting  Doris  to  pose 
for  me  in  that  red  bathing  suit." 

"What  happened?" 

"Well,  I  got  Marty  on  the  phone— and  he 
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climb  into  a  red  bathing  suit  at  six-thirty 
m  the  morning.  The  only  trouble  was  that 
she  was  sitting  in  a  red  bathtub  and  said 
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Sioux  Falls,  S.  D. — Shriver  Johnson  Co. 

Springfield,  III. — Myers  Bros. 

Stockton,  Calif. — Katten  &  Marengo 

Troy,  N.  Y. — F  rears 

Waco,  Texas — Goldstein-Migel  Co. 

Waterbury,  Conn. — H  owland-H  ughes  Co. 

Waukegan,  III. — Globe 

Wichita,  Kans. — Buck's  Inc. 

Winston-Salem,  N.  C. — Arcade  Fashion  Shop 

JOSELLI  (suits)— Pg.  51 

Birmingham,  Ala. — Berger  Phillips 
Chicago,  III. — Marshall  Field 
Minneapolis,  Minn. — Maurice  L.  Rothschild 
Newark,  N.  J. — Hahne  &■  Co. 
New  Orleans,  La. — Mark  Isaacs 
Neiv  York,  N .  Y. — Franklin  Simon 
Philadelpha,  Pa. — John  Wanamaker 
Pittsburgh,  Pa. — Kaufman's 
St.  Louis,  Mo. — Famous-Barr 
Washington,  D.  C. — Lansburgh  &  Bros. 

LASSIE  MAID  (coat)— Pg.  55 

Chicago,  III. — Carson,  Pirie,  Scott 
Cleveland,  Ohio — The  May  Co. 
Detroit,  Mich. — J.  L.  Hudson 
Los  Angeles,  Calif. — Bullock's 
Newark,  N.  J. — Hahne  &■  Co. 
New  York,  N.  Y. — B.  Alt  man 
Philadelphia,  Pa. — Gimbel's 
San  Francisco,  Calif. — The  Emporium 
St.  Louis,  Mo. — Famous-Barr 
Washington,  D.  C. — Lansburgh  &  Bros. 

MOXEES  (casual  shoes)— Pgs.  51.  54 

Anchorage,  Alaska — Northern  Commercial 

Arlington,  Va. — ^.  Kann  Co. 

Atlanta,  Ga. — Thompson,  Boland  &  Lee 

Baltimore,  Md. — Hochschild-Kohn  Co. 

Boston,  Mass. — Gilchrist  Co. 

Buffalo,  N,.  Y.—Hens  &  Kelly 

Chicago,  111. — Marshall  Field 

Cleveland ,  Ohio — May  Co. 

Detroit,  Mich. — Crowley  Milner  Co. 

Hartford,  Conn. — G.  Fox  &  Co. 

Kansas  City,  Mo.-^Macy's 

Las  Vegas,  Nev. — Jonbachs 

Miami,  Fla. — Richard's 

Milwaukee,  Wis. — Milwaukee  Boston  Store 
Minneapolis,  Minn. — Dayton  Co. 
Newark,  N.  J. — L.  Bamberger 
New  York,  N.  Y. — Macy's 


Omaha,  Neb. — Larry's  c/o  Phillips 
Philadelphia,  Pa. — John  Wanamaker 
Pittsburgh,  Pa. — Joseph  Horne  Co. 
St.  Louis,  Mo. — Stix,  Baer  &  Fuller 
St.  Paul,  Minn. — The  Emporium 
Washington,  D.  C. — Lansburgh  &  Co. 

PRIM  HOSIERY— Pg.  55 

Baltimore,  Md. — Hutzler  Bros. 

Baltimore,  Md. — N.  Hess  Shoes 

Beverly  Hills,  Calif. — Joseph  Shoe  Salon 

Chicago,  III.— -Charles  A.  Stevens 

Cincinnati,  Ohio — Gidding  Co. 

Cleveland,  Ohio — Bailey  Bros. 

Dallas,  Texas — Margo's 

Des  Moines,  Iowa — De  Arcy's 

Detroit,  Mich. — B.  Siegel 

Evanston,  III. — Joseph  Shoe  Salon 

Jacksonzille,  Fla. — French  Novelty 

Kansas  City,  Mo. — Rothschild's 

Los  Angeles,  Calif. — Innes  Shoe  Store 

Los  Angeles,  Calif. — Wetherby-Kayser 

Minneapolis,  Minn. — Powers  Dry  Goods  Co. 

New  Orleans,  La. — Keller-Zander 

New  York,  N.  Y. — Blackton  Fifth  Ave. 

Omaha,  Neb. — Herzberg's  i 

Philadelphia,    Pa. — Strawbridge   &  Clothier 

Rochester,  N.  Y. — Krolls 

San  Francisco,  Calif. — Joseph  Magnin 

St.  Louis,  Mo. — Sonnef  eld's 

Tulsa,  Okla. — Dorothy's 

Tulsa,  Okla. — Street's 

Washington,  D.  C. — Lonsbitrgh's 

Washington,  D.   C. — Woodward  &  Lothrop 

Wichita,  Kan. — Long's 

PRINCESS  JUNIOR  (dresses)— Pgs.  51,  52 

Atlanta,  Ga. — Davidson-Paxon 
Baltimore,  Md. — Hochschild  Kohn 
Beaumont,  Texas — The  Fair 
Birmingham,  Ala. — Lovemans 
Boston,  Mass. — Jordan  Marsh 
Charlotte,  N.  C. — Belk's  Dept.  Stores 
Charlottesville,  Va. — Leggett's  Dept.  Store 
Davenport,  Iowa — 

Petersen-Hamed-Von  Maur  Co. 
Ft.  Wayne,  Ind. — Wolf  Dcssauer  Co. 
Hartford,  Conn. — Brown-Thompson,  Inc. 
Hutchinson,  Kans. — Wiley's  Dept.  Store 
Jacksonville,  Fla. — Furchgotts 
Knoxville,  Tenn. — 5\  H.  George  &  Son 
Los  Afigcles,  Calif. — Bullock's 
Mianw,  Fla. — Rich's 
Milwaukee,  Wis. — Ed  Schuster 
Newark,  N.  J. — Holme  &  Co. 
New  York,  N.  Y. — Macy's 
Philadelphia,  Pa. — Gimbel's 
Pittsburgh,  Pa. — Gimbel's 
Phoenix,  Ariz. — Korrick's  Inc. 
Pontiac,  Mich. — Arthur's 
Richmond,  Va. — Thalhimer's 
Sacramento,  Calif. — W einstock  Lubin 
Washington,  D.  C. — Hecht  Co. 


SAMSONITE  LUGGAGE — Pgs.  51.  53 

Atlanta,  Ga. — Rich's 

Boston,  Mass. — Filene's 

Chicago,  III. — The  Fair 

Cin  cinnati,  Ohio — 6"  hi  I  lit  o '  s 

Cleveland ,  Ohio — Higbees 

Dallas,  Texas — A.  Harris  Co. 

Denver,  Colo. — Denver  Dry  Goods 

Des  Moines,  Iowa — YoWnker's 

Grand  Rapid's,  Mich. — W.  W.  Wurzburg's 

Houston,  Texas — Foley's 

Los  Angeles,  Calif. — The  May  Co. 

Louisville,  Ky. — Stewart's 

Miami,  Fla. — Burdine's 

Minneapolis,  Minn. — The  Dayton  Co. 

Memphis,  Tenn. — Goldsmith's 

New  York,  N.  Y. — Blooming dale's 

New  York,  N.  Y. — Gimbel's 

Oakland,  Calif.— H.  C.  Capwell 

Philadelphia,  Pa. — Lit  Brothers 

Philadelphia,   Pa. — Strawbridge   &  Clothier 

Portland,  Oregon — Meier  &  Frank 

Richmond,  Va. — Thalhimer's 

San  Francisco,  Calif. — The  Emporium 

Seattle,  Wash. — Bon  Marehe 

St.  Louis,  Mo. — Famous-Barr 

Toledo,  Ohio — La  Salle  &  Koch 

Washington,  D.  C. — Hecht  Co. 


fashion  party 


(Continued  from  page  50)  The  excitement 
and  activity  of  the  Modern  Screen  Holly- 
wood fall  fashion  luncheon  party  began 
the  minute  the  stars  stepped  from  their 
limousines  onto  the  vast  Putnam  estate. 
Anne  Francis  (Mrs.  Bam  Price).  Barbara 
Rush  (Mrs.  Jeff  Hunter)  holding  the  arms 
of  their  handsome  husbands,  Greer  Garson, 
Louis  CaLhern,  Shelley  Winters,  Jean 
Hagen  were  the  first  to  arrive.  The 
members  of  the  M.  S.  Fashion  Board  were 
seated  close  to  the  ramp  where  the  models 
paraded  the  fashions.  Shortly  after  lun- 
cheon was  served  by  the  Brown  Derby 
waiters,  the  music  played  the  introduction 
to  the  event  and  the  show  was  under- 
way. The  merchandise  shown  included — 
suits,  junior  dresses,  coats,  sportswear, 
casual  shoes,  hosiery  and  jewelry — flown 
to  Hollywood  from  all  over  the  country. 
The  smartly  styled  junior  dresses — a  size, 
not  an  age,  were  shown  in  groups  and  the 
garments  from  the  groups  were  viewed, 
approved  and  voted.  Dresses  in  the  new 
miracle  fibers  woven  to  give  the  smart 
jersey-look,  as  well  as  ever-popular  100% 
wool  jersey,  won  the  unanimous  vote  of 
the  Board.  Wool  suits,  separates,  coats  and 
skirts  in  classic  styles  also  won  top  honors. 
Sweaters  in  wool  and  new  washable  Orion 
came  through  with  flying  colors,  too.  Cas- 
ual shoes,  flattering  to  the  legs  and 
smart  with  classic  togs,  were  shown  and 
approved.  The  nylon  hosiery  shown  was 
a  display  within  itself.  The  stars  gave  the 
hosiery  the  acid  test— for  construction, 
sheer  beauty  and  for  new  fall  costume 
colors.  Seamfree  hosiery  was  a  favorite 
style  for  sports  clothes;  full-fashioned,  of 
course,  won  the  vote  for  daytime  town 
clothes;  and  sandal  foot,  full-fashioned  or 
seamfree,  for  evening  costumes. 

The  gals — Jeanne  Crain,  Mona  Freeman 
and  Barbara  Ruick — were  the  fashion 
experts  on  the  Board  and  gave  the  boys 
—Barry  Sullivan,  Jeff  Hunter,  Bob  Horton 
and  Keenan  Wynn— helpful  hints,  and  the 
woman's  viewpoint!  But  to  the  gals'  sur- 
prise the  boys  were  wonderful  judges 
because  when  the  votes  were  compared 
and  counted  the  boys  had  selected  the 
same  fashions  and  accessories  as  the  gals. 
The  guest  stars  on  the  sidelines  were  very 
helpful  as  they  applauded  and  voiced 
Oohs  and  Ahs  while  the  fashions  were 
shown.  After  the  fashions  and  accessories 
had  been  selected,  some  of  the  stars  posed 
in  the  winning  fashions  for  the  M.  S. 
fashion  pages.  Then  the  stars  on  the 
Board  as  well  as  the  guests  drew  numbers 
for  the  door  prizes.  American  Beauty 
compacts,  Crosley  radios,  Paper-Mate 
pens,  Sherwood  lighters,  Coty's  famous 
•Emeraude"  Toilet  Water,  Waltham 
watches,  boxes  of  hosiery  and,  last  but  not 
least,  Samsonite  luggage  were  among  the 
coveted  gifts.  Mona  Freeman  was  de- 
lighted to  win  a  two-piece  set  of  Samson- 
ite luggage,  and  thought  it  a  wonderful 
start  toward  a  complete  set— adding  a 
piece  in  the  same  pattern  and  color  at  any 
time  (page  Santa,  please). 

A  spectacular  swimming  exhibit  was 
given  by  guest,  June  Taylor,  American 
Amateur  champion  of  Solo  Synchronized 
Swimming  for  1951-53.  June's  dramatic 
swimming  performances  with  music  in  her 
red  devil's  costume  and,  in  her  sequin, 
pearl  and  rhinestone  one  took  the  star's 
breath  away — surely  a  glamor  finale! 

Board  Member  Film  Credits:  Bob  Horton. 
MGM's  Arena;  Barbara  Ruick,  MGM's 
Affairs  Of  Dobie  Gillis;  Barry  Sullivan, 
MGM's  Cry  Of  The  Hunted;  Mona  Free- 
man, RKO's  Angel  Face;  Jeanne  Crain, 
20th's  Vicki;  Jeff  Hunter,  20th's  Sailor  Of 
The  King;  Keenan  Wynn,  MGM's  All  The 
Brothers   Were  Valiant. 


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astringent  that  acts  just  like  an 
invisible  shield . . .  to  protect  your 
clothes  from  perspiration  stains, 
stop  embarrassing  odor. 


Ball  gown  by  Edith  Smol!. 
Her  deodorant,  new  Fresh 


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Wonderful  news!  Gentle  new- Fresh  with 
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For  the  new  Fresh  formula  is  superior 
in  anti-perspirant  action — acts  instandy 


like  an  invisible  shield  to  keep  you  from 
offending — your  clothes  safe. 

University  scientists  have  proved  that 
gende  new  Fresh  has  up  to  180%  greater 
astringent  action  than  other  leading  cream 
deodorants  .  .  .  and  it's  the  astringent 
action  that  keeps  underarms  dry. 

Creamy-soft,  Fresh  is  gende  to  skin,, 
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he  never  said  "can't" 

{Continued  from  page  46)  compression 
egos  it  is  just  getting  around  to  realize 
what  makes  Gordon  zing  as  well  as  sing. 
Everyone  who  knows  him  has  a  different 
way  of  putting  it,  but  what  they  put  ends 
up  the  same  picture — that  of  a  fellow  who 
is  so  sure  of  himself  that  his  dreams  have 
trouble  catching  up  with  the  actual  facts 
of  his  accomplishments. 

Take  Bing  Crosby.  The  first  time  he  was 
out  with  Gordon  he  gave  forth  with  an 
impressed,  "H'm!" — and  Gordon  wasn't 
even  singing  at  the  time,  just  playing  golf. 
Invited  out  a  few  years  ago  to  the  links  by 
Bing,  who  wanted  a  look-see  at  the  new 
rival  he  had  been  hearing  so  much  about, 
Gordon  was  both  pleased  and  thrilled  with 
the  meeting.  But  he  wasn't  abashed  any. 
He  got  himself  a  birdie  on  the  first  hole, 
a  par  on  the  second  and  a  hole-in-one 
on  the  third.  That's  when  Bing  delivered 
his  opinion.  "Nothing  around  here  is  going 
to  stop  this  boy,"  he  said,  and  repeated  it 
to  his  friends  in  a  number  of  variations. 

"In  the  first  place,"  as  Gordon  says,  "I'm 
not  shy  by  any  means.  My  father  taught 
me  to  make  friends— it's  an  old  family 
tradition.  So  why  hang  back  with  anyone 
you  meet,  no  matter  who  they  are?  And  in 
the  second  place  I've  known  for  a  long 
time  what  I  wanted  to  be;  wouldn't  I  be  a 
fake  walking  around,  looking  and  talking 
humble,  as  if  I  actually  felt  I  didn't  de- 
serve it  all?  There  is  something  unhealthy 
in  that  kind  of  self-deprecation." 

HP  hen  there  is  the  observation  of  a  studio 

talent  head,  made  just  the  other  day. 
"The  way  Gordon  handles  his  life  and 
ambitions  reminds  me  of  an  applecart 
peddler  selling  his  fruit  at  a  dead  run," 
he  said.  "He  bangs  and  bounces  the  cart 
along  so  that  half  the  time  his  apples  are 
in  mid-air.  He  makes  sudden  stops, 
swerves  and  twists  in  sudden  changes  of 
direction,  but  never  does  the  cart  tip  over 
and  never  do  you  feel  he  doesn't  know 
where  he  is  going.  And  ...  he  sells  a  lot 
of  apples  that  way." 

"Well,  where  is  he  going?"  the  studio 
executive  was  asked. 

"Up!"  came  the  succinct  reply.  "He's  so 
sure  of  that  that  he  expects  even  bad 
breaks  to  turn  out  well — and  I'm  a  son- 
of-a-gun  but  they  always  do." 

The  studio  man  could  have  been  think- 
ing of  a  little  mix-up  Gordon  went 
through  recently  involving  his  radio  pro- 
gram, The  Railroad  Hour,  on  which  he 
has  starred  for  the  last  five  years.  His 
sponsors  decided  they  would  like  to  dupli- 
cate the  program  over  television  and  set 
about  making  a  film  of  the  show.  Naturally 
they  wanted  Gordon  as  their  star  but  his 
movie  contract  with  Warner  Brothers  for- 
bade him  any  participation  in  TV  presen- 
tations. 

"Well,  how  would  you  feel  if  we  used 
another  singer?"  the  sponsor's  representa- 
tive asked. 

"Go  ahead,"  replied  Gordon,  and  he 
okayed  the  project  without  reservation. 

No  sooner  had  word  of  this  spread  than 
his  friends  came  around  with  shocked  ex- 
pressions. "It's  a  dirty  shame  that  you 
can't  star  on  the  TV  version  of  your  show," 
they  commiserated.  "Especially  since  you 
were  the  original  star!" 

"Don't  worry,"  Gordon  replied  to  all 
of  them.  "It  will  work  out." 

It  did.  The  films  were  made.  The  spon- 
sors studied  them  and  at  the  same  time 
studied  some  surveys  assaying  the  prob- 
able cost  of  TV  presentation  against  possi- 
ble benefits.  The  recommendation  of  the 
survey  experts  was  unanimous  on  the 
point  that  best"  results  would  not  be  ob- 
tainable Lor  a  period  of  two  years  yet. 


The  railroad  people  decided  to  follow  this 
recommendation  and  hold-off  from  TV  for 
that  period. 

"Two  years,"  commented  Gordon's  wife, 
Sheila.  "Why  that's  exactly  when  your 
contract  with  Warner  Brothers  ends.  You'll 
be  able  to  accept  then." 

"That's  right,"  said  Gordon — and  didn't 
even  look  surprised.  If  a  fellow  is  going 
places  things  have  to  straighten  themselves 
out  some  way,  don't  they? 

As  a  matter  of  fact  Gordon  won't  have 
to  wait  that  two  years  to  go  on  TV 
shows.  Just  the  other  day  his  studio  an- 
nounced a  sudden  reversal  of  policy;  cer- 
tain of  its  stars  would  be  permitted  to 
make  video  appearances.  Gordon,  of 
course,  is  one  of  these. 

"What  is  it  with  you,  luck  or  what?" 
he  was  asked  when  this  became  known. 

"What's  the  difference?"  asked  Gor- 
don. "Look,  I'd  be  just  as  satisfied  if  I 
didn't  get  into  TV  for  two  years,  or  for 
ten  more  years  as  far  as  that  matters. 
There  will  be  TV  in  1963  as  there  is  in  '53. 
I've  got  lots  to  do.  There's  a  whole  world 
of  opera  I'd  like  to  explore.  I'm  a  half- 
baked  artist — I  know  a  little,  but  I  want  to 
get  done  on  both  sides  and  know  a  lot 
more." 

"If  you  start  studying  opera  you  may 
get  out  of  the  public  eye,"  he  was  told. 
"Would  that  be  wise?" 

"It's  always  wise  for  a  singer  to  round 
out  his  talent,"  came  Gordon's  reply. 
"Dorothy  Kirsten,  Nadine  Connor,  Rise 
Stevens  guest- shot  on  my  program  and  we 
sang  numbers  from  the  light  and  popular 
repertoire.  Now  I'd  like  to  reverse  the 
process,  add  another  dimension  to  my- 
self and  sing  in  their  field.  I'd  be  a  3D  per- 
former then." 


A  gal  reader  who  wanted  a  date 
with  Robert  Taylor  explained:  "Not 
for  the  usual  reason  but  because 
I'm  writing  a  book."  She  P.S.ed: 
"The  book  I'm  writing-is  my  diary." 

Earl  Wilson 
N.  Y.  Post 


There  was  the  problem  of  his  recording 
affiliation.  For  some  years  he  had  sung 
for  the  Capitol  Record  label  without 
achieving  a  real  hit  number.  "Move  to  an- 
other outfit,"  he  was  advised  steadily.  Then 
his  contract  with  Capitol  ran  out.  Now  he 
was  in  a  position  to  change  and  his  friends 
fully  expected  him  to.  To  their  surprise 
Gordon  signed  right  back  with  Capitol 
again. 

"What's  the  idea?"  they  asked. 

"Oh,  i  don't  see  why  I  should  walk  out 
on  them,"  he  replied.  "I've  been  with  Capi- 
tol for  five  years  and  I  think  that  rates  a 
little  loyalty  between  people,  don't  you?" 

No,  they  didn't.  They  told  him  he  was 
crazy.  Whereupon  he  made  a  record  for 
Capitol  entitled  "Congratulations  To  Some- 
one," backed  up  on  the  other  side  of  the 
platter  by  a  song  called,  "How  Do  You 
Speak  To  An  Angel?"  It  caught  on  with 
record  buyers  and  sold  like  79-cent  nylons 
in  a  bargain  basement. 

"Nothing  happens  in  a  man's  life  that 
doesn't  help  him  ...  if  he'll  only  look  at  it 
that .  way,"  Gordon  has  said.  "When  I 
came  out  of  the  service  my  friends  felt 
sorry  for  me.  They  said  that  while  I  was 
in  the  Army  singers  like  Como,  Sinatra 
and  Dick  Haymes,  who  didn't  have  to 
serve,  were  establishing  themselves.  Now 
I  would  have  to  start  from  the  bottom 
again.  But  what  they  overlooked  was  that 
my  four  years  as  a  soldier  had  given  me 
a  maturity,  a  confidence  in  myself  that 
would  more  than  make  up  for  the  time  I 
had  lost.  And  it  did.  I  not  only  knew  what 
I  could  do  but  I  could  convince  others 
that  I  could  do  it.  For  instance,  I  didn't 
have  to  worry  about  being  nervous  and 


tongue-tied  when  I  talked  to  producers; 
talking  to  colonels  is  far  more  fearsome." 

A  s  for  talking  to  colonels,  Gordon  did  a 
lot  of  other  talking  in  the  Army;  from 
1942  to  1945  he  was  a  bombardier  instruc- 
tor in  the  Air  Force  at  Ellington  Field, 
Texas.  All  through  the  war  he  had  asked 
for  overseas  duty  but  because  of  his  fine 
record  was  considered  much  more  valuable 
teaching  combat  to  others  than  engaging 
in  it  himself. 

Only  bombardiers  were  to  remain  at 
Ellington  Field,  Gordon  was  told.  Gordon 
immediately  got  the  idea  of  requesting 
reassignment  to  navigation.  His  fellow 
officers  laughed  at  the  idea  and  told  him 
that  gag  had  been  tried  before  and  never 
with  success. 

"I'll  ask  anyway,"  Gordon  replied,  add- 
ing, with  his  usual  confidence,  "Maybe  I'll 
be  the  first  one  to  succeed." 

He  was.  It  seems  that  a  study  of  his 
record  at  air  force  headquarters  had  re- 
vealed the  fact  that  Gordon  should  haVe 
been  a  navigator  in  the  first  place! 

His  friends  had  hardly  gotten  around  to 
congratulating  him  on  the  successful 
culmination  of  this  piece  of  strategy  when 
they  were  given  reason  to  repeat  the  whole 
performance.  What  Gordon  really  wanted 
now  came  through — his  discharge. 

When  he  arrived  in  Hollywood  he  ques- 
tioned every  step  of  the  process  of  becom- 
ing a  star,  especially  the  one  by  which 
agents  cool  off  ambitious  clients  by  stating 
that  they  are  not  yet  ready  for  big  things. 
Such  cold  water  just  sizzled  and  turned 
into  steam  when  it  hit  him.  It  still  does 
when  anyone  tries  to  curb  his  ideas  or 
questions  his  potentialities. 

"Why  if  I  accepted  all  that  people  tell 
me  I'd  still  be  singing  with  an  orchestra 
and  sleeping  in  busses  when  we  made 
overnight  jumps,"  he  declares.  "For  that 
matter  I  probably  wouldn't  even  be  mar- 
ried. Sheila  said  yes  to  me  when  I  wired 
a  proposal  from  Cleveland  where  I  was 
singing  with  Horace  Heidt.  She  flew  west 
from  New  York  but  when  we  applied  for 
our  marriage  license  the  clerk  said  we 
must  establish  a  ten-day  residence  in  the 
city.  I  argued  that  I  never  stayed  any- 
where more  than  a  we^k  when  on  tour.  A 
friend  said,  'Look,  Gordie,  you  can't  argue 
with  city  hall.'  He  advised  me  to  give  up 
the  idea  of  marriage  until  the  tour  was 
over.  I  argued  anyway.  The  clerk  called 
in  her  superiors  for  consulation.  All  kinds 
of  statutes  and  special  dispensations  were 
looked  up  in  a  lot  of  big  books  .  .  .  and 
when  it  was  all  over  we  got  our  licenses!" 

Gordie  raised  an  emphatic  finger.  "You 
see  .  .  .  you  can  argue  with  city  hall," 
he. said.  "If  you're  going  to  get  places  in 
this  world  you  have  to  argue  with  city  hall, 
whether  city  hall  is  a  producer  or  a  band 
leader  or  a  TV  big  shot,  all  during  your 
career.  Nobody  hands  you  that  extra  dol- 
lar, that  better  job,  that  bigger  chance. 
You  have  to  hand  it  to  yourself!" 

When  Gordon  made  this  last  statement 
he  was  just  finishing  off  a  plate  of 
ham  and  eggs  for  his  luncheon  at  the 
Warner  Brothers  commissary.  He  looked 
pleased  with  his  meal.  "Very  good  ham 
and  eggs,"  he  pronounced.  "Almost  as 
good  as  if  I  cooked  them  myself." 

"You  mean  you  can  cook,  too?"  some- 
one else  at  the  table  asked. 

Gordon  leaned  close.  "Cook?"  he  re- 
peated. "Listen,  when  I  was  seven  years 
old  back  in  Syracuse  I  used  to  get  up  some 
mornings  and  cook  the  family  breakfast." 
"Why?"  he  was  asked. 
Gordon  waved  that  question  aside  as 
improper  and  substituted  a  better  one. 
"Why  not?"  he  came  back.  And  that's  the 
way  he  feels  about  anything  he  wants  to 
do.  Why  not?  END 


is  terry  moore  heading 
for  trouble? 


(Continued  from  page  49)  as  the  old  Hol- 
lywood saying  goes,  good  friends. 

The  "engagement"  fiasco  apparently  was 
no  fault  of  Terry's.  But  it  adds  another 
chapter  to  her  blossoming  career  in  the 
public  prints.  This  career  has  proven 
stimulating  to  her  film  fortunes  and  it 
may  continue  to  do  so.  But  it  might  also 
spell  trouble  for  Terry. 

Terry  Moore  shows  signs  of  becoming 
a  top  and  exciting  star  in  the  Hollywood 
firmament.  Few  young  players  have 
evoked  as  much  attention  in  the  film  col- 
umns in  the  past  year  and  a  #half.  And 
few  actresses  can  boast  of  an  Academy 
nomination  at  the  tender  age  of  23. 

But  a  view  of  Terry's  career  also  shows 
danger,  signals,  which  she  might  do  well 
"o  study.  There  are  indications  here  and 
there  that  could  blow  up  into  serious 
personal  and  career  problems  some  day. 

'"Perry  was  the  quiet,  home-type  of  girl 
A  during  her  early  film  career.  She  started 
in  Maryland  when  she  was  11,  and  ap- 
peared as  Ingrid  Bergman  as  a  girl  in 
Gaslight.  She  was  Helen  Koford  then. 

Several  years  later,  she  landed  a  contract 
at  Eagle-Lion  as  Jan  Ford.  Columbia, 
which  had  her  for  a  previous  picture,  re- 
discovered her  for  the  important  role  in 
The  Return  Of  October.  The  studio  took 
over  her  contract  and  again  changed  her 
name,  since  she  was  appearing  opposite 
Glenn  Ford. 

She  was  a  wholesome,  ambitious  girl, 
but  thoroughly  unsophisticated.  When 
she  was  making  Mighty  Joe  Young,  she 
appeared  so  naive  that  hair-dressers  had 
to  take  her  aside  and  give  her  some  blunt 
facts  on  how  life  is  lived  in  the  film 
business. 

Terry  enjoyed  five  profitable  years  at 
Columbia.  But  although  she  had  gained 
good  experience,  she  was  hardly  dis- 
tinguishable from  a  dozen  other  young 
actresses.  When  her  contract  came  to 
option  time,  she  wasn't  renewed. 

"You  seldom  get  a  second  contract  at 
Columbia  unless  you're  a  Rita  Hayworth," 
an  executive  explains.  "Terry  was  earn- 
ing about  $1,000  a  week.  That  meant  she 
was  too  expensive  for  the  producers  of 
smaller  pictures,  and  she  didn't  have 
enough  draw  for  the  bigger  producers." 

Being  an  alert  kind  of  a  girl,  she  started 
looking  around.  She  heard  about  the  role 
°f  *e  young  girl  in  Come  Back,  Little 
Sheba.  It  sounded  like  a  natural  for  her 
Armed  with  the  sexiest  photos  she  could 
find  of  herself,  she  marched  into  Hal 
Wallis  Productions  and  did  a  selling  job 
on  herself.  Eighty-seven  other  girls  were 
considered,  including  Marilyn  Monroe 
Terry  landed  the  part. 

She  was  determined  to  escape  the  "girl 
next  door"  kind  of  typing  that  had  bogged 
down  her  career.  She  told  the  publicity 
chiefs  bluntly;  "Let's  make  this  the  sexiest 
publicity  campaign  on  record.  Let's  out- 
Monroe  Monroe." 

The  publicists  were  happy  to  cooperate. 
The  basic  story  of  Sheba  concerned  a 
middle-aged  couple.  That  wasn't  very 
salable  from  an  exploitation  standpoint. 
A  livelier  gimmick  was  needed.  Terry 
nominated  herself  and  was  pronrptlv 
elected. 

Terry  pitched  in  with  amazing  vigor 
She  told  one  reporter  that  the  studio 
wanted  her  to  display  a  quiet  kind  of 
sex  in  her  role. 

"They've  done  everything  they  can  to 
make  me  look  less  sexy,"  she  com- 
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in  the  picture,  but  the  director,  Danny 
Mann,  wouldn't  let  me  wear  them. 

"I  have  to  wear  blouses,  and  my  bra  is 
even  strapped  down  to  lessen  the  curve. 
My  hair  style  couldn't  be  simpler,  and 
I'm  not  allowed  much  makeup. 

"Because  I  play  a  college  girl,  I  can't  do 
obviously  sexy  things  like  casting  sly 
glances  or  using  a  sultry  voice.  The  direct- 
or told  me  to  think  sexily.  The  only  way 
I  can  get  across  the  idea  is  with  my  eyes." 

Terry,  as  millions  of  movie-goers  can  at- 
test got  it  across! 

The  same  kind  of  change — from  tender 
rosebud  to  full-blown  rose — carried  over 
from  Terry's  professional  life  to  Terry's 
persbnal  life. 

TMobody  knew  much  about  Terry's  ro- 
'  mances  until  Glenn  Davis  came  along. 
It's  possible  that  she  didn't  have  any.  Her 
dates  consisted  largely  of  childhood  chums 
who  lived  near  her  Glendale  home.  School 
proms,  ice  cream  sodas  and  that  sort  of 
thing.  Her  only  dates  with  Hollywood  per- 
sonalities were  at  beach  parties  and  other 
events  staged  strictly  for  movie  magazine 
layouts. 

But  Davis  changed  all  that.  He  may  not 
have  stayed  in  her  life  very  long,  but  he 
certainly  caused  some  changes. 

As  everyone  knows,  Davis  had  been 
thrown  over  by  Liz  Taylor  and  was  nurs- 
ing a  six-foot  torch.  If  anyone  was  ready 
for  a  rebound  marriage,  he  was. 

He  was  infatuated  when  he  first  saw 
Terry.  She  seemed  to  him  the  wholesome, 
outdoor  type  of  girl  with  the  same  kind 
of  California  upbringing  he  had.  There 
was  none  of  that  indoor  sophistication  he 
had  grown  to  dislike  ever  since  Liz  gave 
him  his  gold  football  back. 

Terry  and  Glenn  had  a  couple  of  dates 
together,  then  she  was  called  to  Chicago 
for  a  City  of  Hope  benefit.  She  asked  if 
he  could  come  along,  and  the  benefit 
sponsors  were  happy  to  have  him  appear. 
Shortly  afterward,  he  was  slated  to  tour 
Hawaii  with  a  basketball  exhibition.  He 
invited  Terry  and  her  mother  to  take 
the  trip  as  his  guests. 

An  engagement  was  inevitable.  Anyone 
who  has  been  on  a  boat  trip  knows  how 
the  heart  grows  fond  under  the  moonlight 
on  shipboard.  Love,  they  thought,  found 
Glenn  and  Terry,  even  though  his  future 
mother-in-law  was  along  on  the  trip. 

Terry  fell  hard.  Serious  relations  with 
the  opposite  sex  were  a  fairly  new  matter 
to  her.  She  had  led  a  sheltered  girlhood 
and  was  too  wrapped  up  in  her  work  to 
have  much  time  for  boys.  Now  the  famous 
all-American  football  star,  with  the  body 
of  an  Adonis,  was  saying  that  he  loved 
her.  No  wonder  she  lost  her  heart.  What 
girl,  Liz  Taylor  excluded,  wouldn't? 

The  wedding  was  a  highlight  of  the 
Glendale  social  season.  The  all-American 
boy  and  the  beautiful  movie  star  went  off 
smiling  in  a  shower  of  rice.  The  smiles 
didn't  last  long.  Terry  and  Glenn  separated 
two  months  and  25  days  after  the  wedding. 

What  broke  up  the  marriage? 

Let's  look  at  the  evidence.  When  she  ap- 
plied for  divorce  on  April  15,  1952,  Terry 
complained  that  Davis  kept  her  in  "a 
constant  state  of  turmoil." 

"He  would  go  around  asking  my  friends 
if  they  thought  I  could  really  act,"  she 
told  Superior  Judge  Louis  H.  Burke. 

"When  people  complimented  me  and 
told  him  how  well  I  was  doing  as  an 
actress,  he  would  say  they  were  all  a 
bunch  of  frauds  and  said  things  like  that 
to  flatter  me." 

She  added  that  once  he  drove  her  to 
tears  by  driving  her  and  some  friends  at 
the  speed  of  105  mph.  "I  cried  and  cried 
and  begged  him  to  slow  down,  but  he  just 
laughed  and  said  it  was  all  very  funny," 
she  said. 


Of  course,  the  evidence  needed  for  a 
divorce  under  California  law  seldom  tells 
the  whole  story  of  a  marital  breakup. 
Friends  report  that  he  wanted  her  to  give 
up  her  career  and  live  with  him  in  Lub- 
bock, Tex.  Being  a  talented  and  ambitious 
actress,  she  would  naturally  revolt  at  this. 

"Terry  found  out  that  Glenn  was  just 
like  a  movie  star,"  an  intimate  reports. 
"He  had  been  in  the  limelight  even  be- 
fore she  had,  and  he  enjoyed  it.  There  just 
wasn't  room  enough  for  two  stars  in  one 
family." 

'T'hen  came  a  new  kind  of  legend. 

Hollywood  buzzed  with  the  report 
that  a  fabulous  film  tycoon  had  come  be- 
tween Terry  and  Glenn.  Adding  fuel  to 
the  report  was  the  wildfire  rumor  that  the 
athlete  had  beaten  him  up. 

After  the  Davis  episode  in  her  life  was 
finally  over,  Terry  began  to  see  her  mil- 
lionaire suitor  more  and  more. 

Once  she  was  entertaining  some  family 
friends  in  her  hotel  suite  during  a  per- 
sonal appearance  in  New  York.  A  digni- 
fied stranger  appeared  at  the  door  bearing 
a  lovely  mink  coat. 

"Mr.  So-and-So  sent  this,"  he  announced. 
Then  he  tipped  his  hat  and  left. 

A  shocked  silence  followed.  Terry  has- 
tily explained  that  the  tycoon  had  taken 
her  to  the  airport  in  Los  Angeles.  She  had 
left  her  mink  coat  in  his  car,  and  he  dis- 
patched it  across  the  continent  by  special 
messenger  on  the  next  plane. 

"Hmm,"  said  the  old  friends  politely. 
But  it  was  an  awkward  moment. 

The  tycoon  didn't  particularly  approve  of 
Terry's  all-out  sex  campaign — though  he'd 
never  noticed  her  till  she  embarked  on  it. 
He  actually  put  the  kibosh  on  one  press 
agent's  stunt.  Terry'd  been  all  set  to 
demonstrate  that  a  girl  could  be  dressed 
— more  or  less — in  one  handkerchief,  if 
that  handkerchief  were  artfully  draped, 
but  the  tycoon  said  it  "wasn't  dignified." 
Regretfully,  Miss  Moore  declined  to  pose. 

That  was  about  the  only  curb  she  placed 
on  herself,  however.  In  Europe,  to  make 
Man  On  A  Tightrope,  she  explained  to 
reporters  that  playing  a  whip-cracking 
circus  queen  had  added  an  inch  and  three- 
quarters  to  her  bust. 

"The  movement  develops  your  pectoral 
muscles.  It's  not  a  wrist  or  arm  move- 
ment, but  with  those  pectorals — " 

Home  again  from  foreign  shores,  the  new 
Terry  Moore  continued  to  operate.  "I've 
got  a  terrific  body,  why  not  promote  it?" 
she  asked  columnist  Sheilah  Graham.  She 
confided  to  someone  else,  "It's  not  what 
you've  got,  it's  the  way  that  you  sell  it." 
She  and  the  tycoon  seemed  to  be  washed 
up  by  then,  so  Terry  and  Nicky  Hilton  be- 
gan night-clubbing.  One-time  fans  talked 
snidely.  "She's  going  in  for  Liz  Taylor's 
cast-offs." 

She  became  the  favorite  of  a  half-dozen 
young  oilmen  from  Texas  who  would  fly 


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to  Hollywood  in  their  private  planes  just 
to  have  a  date  with  her.  Before  her 
Florida  location,  she  was  dating  heavily 
with  attorney  Greg  Bautzer,  who  usually 
squired  more  mature  stars  like  Jane  Wy- 
man,  Joan  Crawford  and  Ginger  Rogers. 
Another  favorite  boyfriend  was  Al  Bes- 
salink,  the  playboy-golf  champion. 

Then  came  Bob  Wagner.  They  hadn't 
met  until  they  started  wardrobe  fittings 
for  12-Mile  Reef.  They  dated  for  the 
Academy  awards  and  the  Romanoff's  party 
afterward.  They  saw  a  lot  of  each  other  in 
Florida,  what  with  water  skiing,  dancing 
and  other  pastimes.  They  liked  each  other's 
company,  but  marriage  was  the  farthest 
thing  from  their  minds.  Bob  has  said  re- 
peatedly that  he  isn't  ready  for  marriage. 

All  these  affairs  could  react  negatively 
on  Terry's  career.  If  she  continues  to  play 
the  field  with  such  vigor,  she  could  hit  the 
same  kind  of  reaction  that  Liz  Taylor  faced 
after  her  two  engagements  and  her  short 
marriage  to  Hilton. 

A  nother  danger  signal  for  Terry  Moore 
is  the  kind  of  publicity  she  has  been 
getting  since  Come  Back,  Little  Sheba.  It 
came  about  as  a  normal  reaction  to  her 
awakening  to  the  facts  of  life  in  Holly- 
wood. 

She  posed  for  some  of  the  most  sizzling 
art  to  come  out  of  the  studios.  She  pitched 
in  enthusiastically  on  the  sweater  layout  to 
end  all  sweater  layouts.  She  posed  in  eight 
kinds  of  woolen  garb,  illustrating  degrees 
of  sexiness  that  can  be  achieved.  Her 
mother,  who  makes  much  of  her  ward- 
robe, fashioned  the  sweaters  for  her. 

She  sponsored  quotes  of  this  quality: 
"Men  always  amaze  me.  I  get  .to  like  a 
man  and  I  think  he's  nothing  but  a  good 
friend.  I'd  like  to  keep  it  that  way,  but 
suddenly  I  find  out  that  he  wants  to  get 
serious. 


"That  happened  with  a  man  I  know,  a 
business  executive.  I  thought  he  was  a 
very  good  friend  and  nothing  else.  Then 
I  start  to  get  all  kinds  of  telegrams  and 
things  from  him,  asking  for  dates.  He  al- 
ready has  a  wife!" 

This  line  of  publicity  is  splendid  for  at- 
tracting attention  and  establishing  a  per- 
sonality. Certainly  Teixy  has  progressed 
farther  in  the  past  year  than  she  did  in  all 
the  rest  of  her  Hollywood  career.  But  no 
Hollywood  career  has  been  successfully 
sustained  on  sex  alone.  Somewhere  along 
the  line,  ability  and  talent  have  to  prove 
themselves.  Although  Terry  nabbed  an 
Oscar  nomination,  she  has  yet  to  make  a 
real  dent  as  an  actress. 

Also,  there  is  a  point  when  the  sexy 
buildup  can  be  a  deterrent  rather  than  a 
stimulant.  Marilyn  Monroe  found  that  out. 
She  zoomed  to  the  top  as  a  brilliant  new- 
name  after  one  of  the  most  effective 
publicity  campaigns  in  Hollywood  history. 
But  then  things  began  to  get  out  of  hand. 
The  sexy  routine  was  overdone,  and  the 
result  was  bad  for  her  and  her  pictures. 
The  climax  came  with  the  now  famed 
attack  by  Joan  Crawford.  After  that,  Mari- 
lyn modified  her  tune. 

Terry  faces  an  added  hazard.  Since  her 
ascent  to  fame,  Marilyn's  has  produced 
little  of  a  sensational  nature;  she  has  con- 
centrated on  a  guy  named  Joe.  But  Terry 
has  played  a  wide  and  exciting  field  in  the 
romantic  game.  This  reputation,  plus  her 
sexy  publicity,  could  make  for  a  bad  im- 
pression on  the  movie  fans. 

'T'erry  Moore  is  a  vital,  interesting  and 
x  likable  girl.  That's  one  of  her  main 
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"She  wants  to  be  all  things  to  all  people," 
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means  hurting  another  person  who  is  not 
present.  Take  a  recent  happening. 

A  public  relations  counselor  undertook 
to  advise  her  on  her  publicity.  The  young 
fellow's  arguments  sounded  logical,  and 
she  wanted  to  please  him. 

A  few  days  later,  the  man  who  directed 
publicity  for  Come  Back,  Little  Sheba 
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sharply  worded  statement  that  indicated 
she  was  displeased  with  the  publicity  on 
the  Sheba  campaign.  Hereafter,  she  wrote, 
all  her  publicity  would  have  to  be  cleared 
through  the  young  man  who  had  counseled 
her. 

Needless  to  say,  the  Sheba  press  agent 
blew  his  top.  Hadn't  the  Sheba  campaign 
resulted  in  an  Academy  nomination  for 
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she  said. 

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reply.  "Tell  her  there  will  be  no  need  to 
clear  any  publicity.  There  won't  be  any. 
I'm  clearing  out  the  files  on  her  and  de- 
stroying all  the  photos." 

A  few  w-eeks  later,  Edith  Head,  the  de- 
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Moore  is  here,"  she  said.  "She  wants  to 
borrow  a  dress  from  the  picture  to  wear 
to  a  premiere.  It's  just  a  formality,  but  I 
had  to  get  your  okay." 

"The  answer  is  no." 

Two  minutes  later,  Terry  was  in  his 
office,  sobbing  that  she  had  never  seen  the 
letter  he  received.  But  press  agents,  like 
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do  are  usually  the  result  of  someone  else's 
connivance. 

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success  in  pictures.  She  has  a  pretty  face, 
a  sexy  build,  lots  of  vitality  and  an  eager- 
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signals.  END 


72 


Addres: 
Cily  


bing  crosby:  "it's  time  to  quit 

{Continued  from  page  26)  in  the  golf 
tournament  against  a  Frenchman  named 
Pierre  Bouchayer.  Clad  in  a  bright  yellow 
sweater,  his  favorite  checked  cap,  and 
playing  effortlessly  in  the  rain,  the  Groaner 
won  his  match  handily. 

The  next  day  Bing  lost  his  third  round 
match  and  was  put  out  of  the  tournament. 
"Even  Lindsay  could  do  better,"  he 
cracked.  Only  son  Lindsay  had  gone  over 
to  England  to  watch  the  Coronation  of 
Queen  Elizabeth  from  the  window  of  the 
Alan  Ladds'  hotel  suite. 

"Ding's  announcement  concerning  his  de- 
parture  from  the  motion  picture  field 
doesn't,  mean  that  he's  giving  up  show- 
business.  Entertaining  is  in  his  blood.  He 
likes  to  sing.  He  loves  to  make  people 
happy.  But  he  no  longer  sees  any  sense  in 
becoming  a  slave  to  time.  This  is  why  the 
advertising  agencies  and  the  various 
cigarette  sponsors  are  finding  it  impossible 
to  pin  him  down  to  accepting  any  of  a 
half-dozen  different  television  offers,  and 
why  he  will  not  put  his  name  to  any  mo- 
tion picture  contract  which  calls  for  him 
to  make  a  certain  number  of  films  a  year. 

"The  way  he  feels  now,"  a  writer  friend 
of  his  recently  explained,  "Bing  wants  to 
taper  off,  maybe  do  guest  shots  and  his 
recordings  and  nothing  else.  Once  he  makes 
a  definite  commitment  such  as  a  radio 
show,  then  he's  tied  down.  For  example, 
on  this  recent  junket  to  Europe,  he  was 
recording  half-a-dozen  radio  shows. 

"He's  a  man  who  has  never  liked  to 
work,  and  he's  spent  the  last  25  years  doing 
exactly  that.  He  doesn't  regret  any  of 
his  accomplishments.  He's  glad  he's  done 
all  the  things  he's  done.  But  if  it  weren't 
for  Dixie  and  the  boys,  if  it  weren't  for  his 
brother  Everett  constantly  making  deals 
for  him,  Bing  would  have  been  just  as 
happy  as  a  part-time  crooner  on  some  two- 
bit  radio  show. 

"I  know  this  sounds  kind  of  screwy  be- 
cause this  guy  is  loaded  with  a  hefty  bank 
account,  but  he's  never  been  ambitious. 
Even  as  a  young  guy  he  realized  that 
money  didn't  necessarily  mean  happiness." 

Strangely  enough,  no  one  in  show 
business  seems  to  take  Bing's  retirement 
plans  seriously  although  the  man  has  a 
long  record  of  saying  exactly  what  he 
means. 

In  fact,  one  week  after  the  crooner  said 
his  days  in  films  were  limited  and  that 
he  just  wanted  to  relax,  play  golf  and  take 
it  easy,  a  representative  of  the  Ford  Motor 
Company  rang  him  up  in  Paris. 

"Look,  Mr.  Crosby,"  he  explained.  "The 
Ford  Motor  Company  is  having  a  two-hour 
television  show  on  two  different  networks. 
Part  of  our  50th  anniversary  celebration. 
We  want  you  to  appear  on  the  program. 
How  about  it?" 

"I  don't  mind,"  Bing  said,  "except  that 
I'm  here  and  you  fellas  are  there,  3,000 
miles  away." 

"Don't  worry  about  that,"  the  Ford  man 


said.  "We'll  hop  a  plane  and  photograph 
you  in  Paris."  Whereupon  Mr.  Wicliffe 
Crider,  a  vice  president  of  Kenyon  & 
Eckhardt,  the  advertising  agency  that  con- 
trols the  Ford  account,  caught  a  plane  to 
France  on  a  Friday. 

A  day  later  Bing,  and  a  friend  of  his  who 
plays  the  guitar,  turned  up  in  a  local 
Parisian  studio  where  the  Groaner  was 
asked  what  he'd  like  to  do  on  the  show. 

"Let  me  see,"  he  said.  "Over  the  years 
I've  sung  a  lot  of  tunes.  The  one  that's 
done  the  most  for  me  is  White  Christmas. 
That's  the  one  I  want  to  sing.  Besides,"  he 
added,  "with  all  the  Paris  distractions  of 
the  Louvre  and  other  art  works,  who  can 
learn  new  material?" 

Bing  also  asked  if  Bob  Hope  had  been 
signed  for  the  Ford  TV  show.  When  told 
that  Hope  wasn't  appearing,  the  Groaner 
cocked  his  left  eyebrow  in  feigned  sur- 
prise. "Impossible,"  he  cracked.  "Hope's 
on  everything  else.  And  speaking  of  old 
ski-nose,  you  know  something?  I've  been 
eating  so  much  pressed  duck  in  these 
French  gastronomic  parlors  that  I'm  start- 
ing to  walk  like  him." 

It  took  a  little  less  than  an  hour,  and 
the  advertising  man  had  his  Crosby  tele- 
film. He  winged  back  to  the  States  that 
same  night,  and  48  hours  later,  Bing,  living 
it  up  along  the  Champs  Elysees,  was  being 
seen  and  heard  on  more  than  50,000,000 
television  sets  throughout  the  U.  S. 

The  people  who  caught  Crosby  on  that 
particular  television  program  remarked 
that  he  looked  very  much  like  the  gay, 
carefree,  insouciant  Groaner  of  old,  but 
the  truth  is  that  ever  since  Dixie's  death 
her  widower  has  been  going  around  with 
a  heavy  heart. 

It's  no  secret  that  one  of  the  reasons 
Bing  and  his  son  Lindsay  went  to  Europe 
this  past  Spring  was  to  get  away  from 
familiar  surroundings,  an  environment 
which  would  arouse  old  memories  of 
Dixie. 

But  a  man  can't  run  away  from  him- 
self, and  it's  in  Bing's  heart  and  mind  that 
he  carries  the  most  poignant  memories  of 
the  little  woman  who  married  him  in 
adversity,  inspired  him  to  success,  and 
blessed  him  with  four  boys  on  the  way  up. 

In  Europe,  for  example,  whenever  he 
was  interviewed,  he  somehow  always  man- 
aged to  say  in  one  way  or  another,  "Dixie 
has  left  a  very  big  void  in  our  house." 
And  then  a  veil  of  sadness  would  pass  over 
his  eyes,  and  he  would  take  out  his  pipe 
and  fill  it  with  tobacco  and  say  something 
casual  like,  "I've  always  smoked  a  lot. 
but  my  voice  has  never  been  bothered  by 
the  vice."  And  then  the  newsmen  would 
ask  more  questions,  take  the  interrogation 
away  from  Dixie  and  center  it  on  his  Eu- 
ropean trek. 

"How  do  you  like  Paris,  Monsieur  Bing?" 
And  Monsieur  Bing  would  say,  "I  give  it 
the  regular  tourist  bit.  I  like  to  wander 
around   the   Bois  de   Boulogne   and  the 


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Champs,  and  every  once  in  a  while,  Claude 
Dauphin  comes  along  with  me.  He's  a  great 
guide,  shows  me  all  the  sights.  And  a  very 
fine  actor,  too." 

"And  can  you  speak  French  very  well, 
Monsieur  Bing? " 

And  Crosby  would  grin  and  explain  that, 
"I've  been  to  France  four  times  and  some 
of  the  phrases  are  very  difficult,  but  I've 
managed  to  learn  one,  and  I  use  it  quite 
a  bit.  I  know  how  to  say,  'Go  away,  you're 
bothering  me.'  " 

But  eventually  the  talk  would  get  down 
to  the  youngest  Crosby,  Lindsay,  and  how 
he  liked  Europe;  and  then  everyone  would 
quickly  realize  that  Bing  was  playing  both 
mother  and  father  to  his  son  and  in  fact, 
would  have  to  look  after  his  four  off- 
spring without  the  help  of  Dixie,  who  had 
done  the  lion's  share  of  raising  them. 

'"There  is  little  doubt  that  Bing  wants 
to  spend  more  time  supervising  the  edu- 
cational progress  of  his  jooys  than  in  fur- 
thering his  own  career. 

This  is  probably  the  motivating  reason 
behind  the  projected  abandonment  of  his 
motion  pictures.  Of  late  he's  tried  to  do 
no  more  than  two  films  a  year. 

While  his  boys  were  small  he  had  so 
much  to  do,  what  with  pictures,  road 
trips,  recordings,  radio  programs  and  all 
of  his  many  business  interests,  that  he 
didn't  see  too  much  of  them. 

Last  year  when  Dixie  was  ill  he  super- 
vised the  boys  rather  closely,  but  not  so 
closely  that  Gary,  the  oldest,  wasn't  on 
the  verge  of  "busting  out"  at  Stanford. 

"I  made  a  mistake  with  Gary,"  Bing  told 
me  a  little  while  ago.  "I  gave  him  a  car 
as  a  graduation  gift  when  he  got  out  of 
prep  school.  He  took  it  up  to  Stanford, 
and  I  don't  think  he  cracked  a  book.  Dixie 
wrote  him  a  strong  letter — that's  putting 
it  mildly— and  told  him  that  if  he  failed' 
in  his  studies  we'd  see  to  it  that  he  went 
right  into  the  Army.  Well,  he  didn't  fail." 

Of  course,  Bing  has  always  made  it  a 
point  to  spend  at  least  one  month  every 
summer  with  his  gang  up  at  the  Crosby 
ranch  in  Elko,  Nevada.  And  he's  always 
seen  to  it  that  his  boys  work  diligently 
for  their  salaries.  In  fact  he's  been  so  intent 
on  not  spoiling  them  that  occasionally  a 
friend  will  tell  him  that  he  acts  more  like  a 
Prussian  drill  master  than  a  loving  father. 

Bing  admits  that  friends  of  his  offspring 
frequently  regard  him  as  a  two-headed 
monster  but  he  also  recalls  Dixie's  recur- 
rent criticism  of  his  behavior  as  a  father, 
"Bing,  you're  too  easy  on  the  boys." 

It  was  also  Dixie's  contention  that  her 
husband  overlooked  his  sons  on  their  table 
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Like  most  husbands,  this  father  of  four 
used  to  nod  and  say,  "Okay,  Dixie,  I'll  see 
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but  this  filial  tendency  of  theirs  was  some- 
thing she  never  succeeded  in  overcoming. 

Before  Dixie  passed  away,  before,  in  fact, 
she  submitted  to  the  operation  which  re- 
vealed her  incurable  illness,  she  sensed 
that  she  might  not  be  around  very  much 
longer,  and  she  and  Bing  had  a  long  talk 
on  what  they  wanted  for  their  sons. 

"P\ixie  pointed  out  that  in  many  ways  a 
celebrated  father  is  a  handicap  to  sons. 
Sometimes  they  feel  that  they  can't  hope 
to  equal  the  old  man  in  achievement  so 
they  never  try.  Dixie  also  knew  that  there 
was  a  tendency  for  the  boys  to  slide 
through  on  their  father's  reputation.  She 
was  afraid  that  the  boys  wouldn't  do  well 
in  school  because  they  had  no  incentive. 
She  and  Bing  had  set  up  large  trust  funds 
for  each  of  them.  Why  would  they  study 
and  make  something  of  themselves?  Ba- 
sically it  would  come  down  to  character,  to 
breeding,  to  training,  to  the  thoughts  and 
ideals  and  objectives  she  and  Bing  had 
imbued  in  them. 

If  the  boys  turned  out  well,  then  she  and 
Bing  had  made  a  success  of  their  marriage. 
If  the  boys  didn't,  then  she  and  Bing  had 
failed.  On  that  they  agreed. 

Now  that  Dixie  has  passed  on,  and  Bing 
must  shoulder  the  full  load,  he  is  deter- 
mined to  see  that  his  sons  develop  into  men 
of  character.  "They've  got  to  have  a  goal  in 
life,"  he  says,  "a  philosophy.  They've  got 
to  know  where  they're  heading,  and 
they've  got  to  make  their  own  way.  And 
until  each  of  them  is  21,  I'm  going  to  keep 
right  on  their  tails  seeing  that  they  stay 
in  line." 

Bing  promised  his  Dixie  that  he'd  look 
after  their  sons,  and  if  that  calls  for 
abandoning  his  motion  picture  career  in 
order  to  get  more  overseeing  time — well, 
that's  nothing. 

Two  decades  ago,  a  bright  young  actress 
at  the  pinnacle  of  success  abandoned  hex- 
career  for  husband  and  children.  Dixie  Lee 
Crosby  abandoned  it  permanently  for  what 
she  felt  was  a  woman's  real  work  in  life. 

In  Bing's  mind,  he's  merely  finishing  the 
job  they  started  together.  He  hopes  to  get 
the  time  to  finish  it  well.  end 


why  doesn't  he  marry  the  girl? 

(Continued  from  page  29)  and  straight  to 
the  point,  and  while  he  admits  the  warmth 
and  affection  he  feels  for  Ursula,  and  she 
undoubtedly  feels  for  him,  he  is  neverthe- 
less afraid  to  broach  the  subject  of  mar- 
riage, because  in  his  own  heart  and  in  his 
own  mind,  he's  afraid  to  take  the  fateful 
step.  And  not  without  good  reason. 

He's  been  burned  once.  In  1939,  after  a 
tempestuous  and  highly-publicized  court- 
ship, he  married  a  charming,  levelheaded 
actress,  Barbara  Stanwyck,  who  was  five 
years  older  than  he.  Now  Bob  knows  much 
about  the  transiency  of  his  own  affections. 
And  he  simply  doesn't  want  another  mar- 
riage that  won't  last.  - 

All  Hollywood,  however,  insists  that  the 
ceremony  is  as  inevitable  as  the  rising  of 
the  sun,  and  moreover,  and  this  is  most 
unusual,  everyone  prophesies  that  a  Tay- 
lor-Thiess  marriage  would  be  lasting  and 
certainly  the  best  thing  in  the  world  for 
these  two  people.  Separated,  they  are 
lonely  and  miserable,  while  together,  they 
are  vivacious  and  happy. 

T  ate  in  May,  for  example,  before  Knights 
Of  The  Round  Table  got  under  way, 
Bob  new  into  London  for  a  little  pre-pro- 
duction work.  Excitement  was  riding  the 
crest  in  England — it  was  just  before  the 
Coronation — and  there  was  much  to  do  and 
much  to  see  in  the  old  city.  Only  Bob  was 
homesick  for  his  Ursula. 

Being  a  man  of  action  he  picked  up  the 
phone  in  the  Savoy  Hotel  and  called  his 
pilot,  Ralph  Couser,  back  in  California. 
"Things  are  awfully  dull  for  me,"  he  said. 
"How  about  you  flying  mother  and  Ursula 
to  Beatrice?"  (Beatrice  is  a  picturesque 
city  of  12,000  in  Nebraska  where  Bob  was 
raised.)  Couser  said,  "Sure.  What  are  you 
going  to  do?" 

"I'm  going  to  catch  a  plane  out  of  here," 
Bob  said,  "and  you  can  pick  me  up  in 
Chicago." 

Bob  Taylor  has  owned  a  twin -engine 
Beechcraft  for  many  years,  one  of  the  few 
luxuries  he  indulges  in;  and  not  long  after 
he  hung  up  on  the  transatlantic  phone,  his 
mother,  his  girlfriend,  and  his  pilot  were 
heading  for  Nebraska. 

Bob,  in  turn,  took  off  from  London,  land- 


ed in  New  York,  then  went  on  to  Chicago 
where  Ralph  and  Ursula  picked  him  up, 
taking  him  eventually  to  Beatrice. 

Bob  and  Ursula  had  only  three  days  to- 
gether in  Beatrice,  but  you  can  be  awfully 
happy  in  three  days. 

"We  just  drove  around,"  Ursula  says. 
"Bob  showed  me  where  he  had  lived  and 
played  as  a  little  boy.  He  pointed  out  the 
Methodist  Church  where  his  parents  used 
to  sing.  Just  sight-seeing  things  like  that." 

Whether  Bob  and  Ursula  arrived  at  any 
agreement  in  Nebraska  concerning  their 
future,  neither  is  saying — except  that  in  all 
their  conversations  they  have  scrupulously 
avoided  any  discussion  of  marriage.  It's  as 
if  the  topic  were  tabu,  as  if  it  would  de- 
stroy the  climate  of  their  relationship. 

"We  have  both  been  married,"  Ursula 
says.  "We  know  what  the  experience  is. 
And  we  have  absolutely  no  plans,  either 
with  each  other  or  anyone  else." 

Yet  when  Bob  kissed  Ursula  goodbye  in 
Nebraska,  reports  spread  like  a  prairie  fire 
that  the  German-born  actress  would  meet 
him  in  Europe  later  this  year  and  perhaps 
even  honeymoon  abroad. 

'"Phere  is  no  doubt  but  that  in  her  heart, 
Ursula  Thiess  hopes  this  will  happen, 
although  she  is  much  too  tactful  to  give 
voice  to  her  hopes. 

Ever  since  she  first  met  Bob  over  a  year 
ago — it  was  at  a  party  thrown  by  her  agent, 
Harry  Friedman — she  has  refused  to  date 
any  other  man.  She  regards  Taylor  as  the 
one  perfect  gentleman,  and  like  most  girls 
of  Germanic  background,  she  doesn't  con- 
sider herself  to  be  his  equal. 

All  she  wants  to  do  is  to  cook  for  him, 
to  clean  for  him,  to  serve  him  and  make 
him  happy,  because  her  greatest  joy  in  life 
is  giving  of  herself. 

If  Bob  Taylor  asked  her  to  give  up  her 
acting  career,  she  would  do  it  in  a  minute. 
She  has  none  of  the  aggressive  spirit,  none 
of  the  overwhelming  ambition,  none  of  the 
force  which  drives  Barbara  Stanwyck  on  to 
endlers  work. 

As  Bob's  mother,  a  very  discerning  and 
intelligent  woman,  says,  "I  like  Ursula. 
She's  a  lady.  No  drinking,  no  carousing 
around.  She  never  complains.  She  lives 
alone  in  that  little  one-room  apartment  on 
Wilshire  Boulevard,  and  I  like  to  see  her 
occasionally.  I'm  not  a  match-maker,  and 


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I  know  absolutely  nothing  about  how  Bob 
and  Ursula  feel  toward  each  other.  I  do 
know,  however,  that  Bob  is  entitled  to  any 
happiness  he  can  get.  He  has  always  been 
a  good  son,  and  he  has  always  lived  a  clean 
and  upstanding  life.  He's  a  sincere  man 
and  he  always  expected  his  marriage  to  be 
as  happy  as  mine  and  his  father's.  As  he's 
grown  older,  I'm  afraid  he  has  grown  a 
little  disillusioned.  But  I'm  glad  he  has 
Ursula  for  a  friend." 

No  matter  what  she  may  or  may  not  say, 
Ursula  wonders  how  Bob  will  be  affected 
when  this  September  he  meets  her  chil- 
dren for  the  first  time.  Ursula  hopes  to  go 
back  to  Hamburg  this  Fall  and  to  collect 
her  daughter  and  son,  Manuela  9  and 
Michael  7,  and  to  introduce  them  to  Taylor 
somewhere  on  the  continent. 

Bob  likes  children.  He  always  has,  but 
whether  he  would  many  the  mother  of 
two  offspring,  whether  this  would  have  any 
effect  upon  his  marital  outlook — these  are 
the  things  no  one  knows. 

Bob  is  41,  although  he  looks  much  young- 
er, and  perhaps  a  ready-made  family 
would  be  perfect  for  him — many  of  his 
friends  think  so — but  he  himself  doesn't 
know  his  own  feelings.  It  is  quite  a  respon- 
sibility to  make  a  home  for  a  woman  and 
two  children.  Jimmy  Stewart  pulled  it  off 
very  neatly  and  then  added  twins  to  the 
family  package.  But  whether  Bob  Taylor 
will  see  his  way  clear  to  assume  the  same 
burden  depends  entirely  on  how  much  he 
wants  Ursula  Thiess  as  a  wife. 

Not  many  people  know  it,  but  Taylor 
has  never  reached  the  financial  brackets  of, 
say,  a  Clark  Gable  or  a  Spencer  Tracy.  He 
started  out  at  Metro  in  1934  for  very  little 
money  and  after  15  years  reached  a  $3,500- 
per-week  salary.  When  he  was  divorced 
from  Stanwyck,  Barbara  not  only  got  their 
home  which  she  promptly  re-sold  for 
$146,000  but  she  also  insisted  upon  a  little 
clause  in  the  financial  settlement  which 
calls  for  her  to  receive  15%  of  Taylor's 
gross  earnings  until  her  remarriage.  The 
basic  truth  is  that  Barbara  Stanwyck  has 
earned  much  more  money  in  her  career 
than  Taylor  has,  but  Taylor  has  never  ut- 
tered a  single  word  about  that  financial 
settlement. 

The  point,  however,  is  that  financially  he 
may  not  feel  himself  able  to  take  on  Ursula 
and  her  children.  He  bought  his  mother  a 
lovely  home  many  years  ago.  He  sleeps  in 
the  servants  quarters  and  hangs  his  clothes 
in  a  kitchen  alcove;  and  he  pays  all  the 
bills  plus  upkeep  of  his  plane  and  salary 
for  his  pilot,  and  what  with  taxes,  he 
doesn't  have  very  much  left  at  the  end  of 
a  year. 

Unlike  other  actors  who  have  gone 
abroad  for  18  months  to  escape  Federal  in- 
come levies,  Bob  has  never  even  suggested 
that  to  his  studio  although  it  would  have 
been  extremely  simple  for  him  to  have 
stayed  on  in  Europe  after  he  finished  Quo 
Vadis. 

Ursula  Thiess,  of  course,  earns  a  weekly 
salary  from  RKO  although  she  has  yet  to 
make  a  film  there,  but  it  is  a  relatively 
small  salary,  and  I'm  sure  she  would 
abandon  it  if  Taylor  could  ever  get  around 
to  proposing  marriage. 

TST  hen  they're  together  in  Hollywood  Bob 
and  Ursula  like  best  to  meet  at  her 
apartment  where  the  actress  prepares  de- 
licious home-cooked  meals.  "We  like  being 
at  home,  like  to  talk  to  each  other.  I  like 
to  cook,  and  somebody  already  told  me 
here  in  America — that  is  the  best  way  to  a 
man's  heart.  It  is  nice  to  talk  to  Bob.  When 
he  is  away,  I  am  extremely  lonely,  un- 
happy. I  have  a  few  friends,  but  right  now 
they  are  in  Europe;  and  when  people  talk 
to  me,  reporters — well,  I  am  extremely 
horrified.  I  read  only  recently  about  such 
terrible  stories  concerning  me  and  Bar- 
bara Stanwyck  and  Bob.  How  you  call  it, 


a  triangle?  It  was  ridiculous.  1  have  never 
known  Bob  when  he  was  married. 

"I  know  it  is  part  of  being  an  actress, 
this  publicity,  but  with  me  it  is  a  little 
different.  I  am  the  mother  of  children.  I 
hope  to  bring  them  over  to  this  country 
shortly,  and  I  have  a  kind  of  responsibility 
as  a  mother.  There  are  schools,  and  chil- 
dren can  be  very  brutal,  and  one  must  al- 
ways think  of  these  things. 

"When  Bob  and  I  are  together,  we  talk 
of  many  things.  It  so  happens  that  we  are 
not  people  who  go  very  much  to  night 
clubs  or  previews.  We  enjoy  talking.  We 
are  friends.  I  cannot  say  what  will  come 
of  our  friendship.  Reporters  can  make  up 
stories.  They  can  say  things  that  hurt  us, 
but  they  are  not  true." 

Two  years  ago  the  girl  who  speaks  thus 
could  speak  no  English  at  all.  At  the 
time  she  was  25  and  had  arrived  in  this 
country,  fresh  from  Hamburg,  on  the  heels 
of  a  lucky  break. 

A  photographer  had  shot  some  photos  of 
her  in  Germany  and  had  sent  them  in  to 
Life.  Howard  Hughes  had  seen  them  and 
ordered  RKO  executives  to  cable  an  offer. 

When  Ursula  received  this  first  wire  she 
was  convinced  it  was  a  gag  and  ignored  it. 
The  second  wire,  however,  seemed  gen- 
uine, and  a  month  after  she  received  it,  she 
was  in  Hollywood,  studying  English  under 
the  aegis  of  drama  coach  Florence  Enright. 

Trsula  Thiess  was  born  Ursula  Schmit- 
thuth  in  Hamburg,  Germany,  27  years 
ago.  Her  father  was  an  importer  of  sorts, 
and  when  the  war  broke  out  in  Europe,  his 
business  went  to  pot.  An  only  child,  Ursula 
was  married  at  18  to  film  director  George 
Thiess.  They  had  two  children. 

Luckily,  the  family  managed  to  survive 
the  allied  bombings  and  the  general  devas- 
tation of  the  conflict.  The  Thiess  marriage 
was  not  that  lucky.  It  was  dissolved  in 


1947  with  Ursula  and  the  two  children  go- 
ing home  to  live  with  her  mother. 

Faced  with  the  necessity  of  earning  a 
living,  the  tall,  beautiful  German  girl  be- 
came a  photographer's  model  earning  very 
little  money,  just  managing  to  keep  body 
and  soul  together. 

Then  came  the  lucky  break  of  the  Life 
photographs  and  the  RKO  contract.  In  four 
months,  a  ridiculously  short  time,  Ursula 
learned  English  and  learned  it  so  well  that 
she  was  ready  to  accept  major  speaking 
parts. 

Florence  Enright  says,  "I've  had  bright 
pupils  before,  but  Ursula  was  one  of  the 
best.  She  showed  great  industry.  She 
worked  hard." 

A  few  days  after  Ursula  was  pronounced 
"ready  to  work,"  an  independent  pro- 
duction outfit  called  The  Film  Group 
checked  in  at  RKO  and  asked  for  an  ac- 
tress who  might  play  the  lead  in  Monsoon, 
a  Technicolor  film  to  be  shot  in  India. 

RKO  said,  "How  about  trying  Ursula 
Thiess?  She  has  a  face  like  an  angel  and 
a  body  like  a  goddess." 

The  boys  from  Film  Group  took  a  fast 
gander.  Liking  what  they  saw,  they  put 
Ursula  aboard  a  plane  to  India.  Three 
months  later  the  film  was  finished  and 
Ursula  en  route  to  Hollywood,  stopped  off 
in  Hamburg  to  see  her  family.  It  was  a 
joyful  reunion,  of  course,  and  Ursula  told 
them  all  about  America  and  India  and 
Hollywood;  and  she  promised  to  do  her 
best  about  bringing  her  children  to  Cali- 
fornia, a  very  difficult  process  since  Ursula 
herself  has  only  a  visitor's  visa  and  unless 
it  is  extended,  she  may  be  deported  from 
the  country. 

After  Monsoon  and  back  in  Hollywood, 
the  German  beauty  with  the  grey-green 
eyes  worked  hard  and  long  on  her  dra- 
matics. At  her  agent's  party  one  night  she 
met  Bob  Taylor.  It  was  an  informal  intro- 


duction, "Miss  Thiess,  may  I  present  Bob 
Taylor." 

Taylor  is  one  man  who  uses  the  slow 
approach.  No  fast  line.  No  aimless  chatter. 
He  is  handsome,  debonair,  and  socially  at 
ease,  but  he  never  tries  to  impress. 

He  let  a  few  days  go  by,  and  then  he 
phoned  Ursula.  He  asked  her  out  to  dinner. 
She  suggested  dinner  at  her  apartment. 
That's  how  it  began,  and  it's  grown  bigger 
and  better  since  that  beginning. 

At  the  moment,  Bob  Taylor  is  the  hard- 
est working  actor  in  motion  pictures,  seven 
grade  A  films  in  two  years  and  three  more 
coming  up.  And  as  one  friend  has  said, 
"This  guy  has  been  so  busy  he's  scarcely 
had  time  to  read  his  mail.  No  kidding.  Be- 
sides, by  nature  he's  sort  of  a  lone  wolf. 
Likes  to  hunt  and  fish.  Maybe  concentrate 
on  one  dame.  The  kind  of  schedule  he's 
had  this  year,  it's  lucky  he  could  even 
manage  a  coffee-date." 

Ursula  Thiess  has  never  gone  hunting  or 
fishing  with  Taylor,  and  I  once  asked  Bob 
why.  It  seems  that  years  ago  he  tried  tak- 
ing Barbara  Stanwyck  along  with  him  on 
these  jaunts.  She  didn't  particularly  like 
them,  and  now  he's  convinced  that  all 
women  feel  the  same  way  about  his  out- 
door activities. 

"W/"hat  he  doesn't  know  is  that  Ursula 
Thiess  is  one  woman  who  would  fol- 
low him  to  the  ends  of  the  earth  at  the 
mere  beckoning  of  his  index  finger.  When 
he  does  realize  that  fact,  he'll  probably 
marry  the  girl,  because  he  is  basically  a 
man  who  loves  a  home  and  wants  a  woman 
to  cherish. 

In  Hollywood  today  they  are  giving  even 
money  on  a  Taylor-Thiess  marriage — either 
late  this  year  or  early  next  or  "just  as  soon 
as  this  guy  gets  enough  time  off  to  realize 
what  a  beautiful  babe  he  is  holding  in  his 
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{Continued  from  page  45)  but  from  that 
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born.  A  young  girl,  of  Spanish  ancestry, 
decided  to  abandon  Europe  and  start  her 
life  in  America.  She  was  18.  A  young  man, 
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time  they  met  at  the  rail  of  the  ship,  and 
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of  the  European  coast  slip  into  the  distance. 
Then  they  turned  and  looked  at  each 
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Love  at  first  sight  is  an  expression  that 
has  been  kicked  around  a  good  deal  by  the 
fiction  writers,  but  the  meeting  of  Ulrich 
and  Hedwig  was  pretty  close  to  it,  at  least 
as  far  as  Elaine's  dad  was  concerned. 
Within  two  days  he  was  trying  to  get  the 
captain  of  the  ship  to  marry  them,  and 
making  a  great  to-do  about  the  matter. 
The  captain,  however,  would  have  none  of 
it,  and  Hedwig,  a  sensible  girl,  had  minor 
objections,  among  which  were  the  simple 
facts  that  Ulrich  was  a  smart  18,  had  no 
money,  was  going  to  a  strange  land,  didn't 
know  the  language  and  had  absolutely  no 
prospects. 

It  was  five  years  later,  after  a  long-dis- 
tance romance  between  Chicago,  where 
Hedwig  settled,  and  New  York,  where 
Ulrich  had  gotten  a  start,  that  they  finally 
married.  And  after  a  couple  of  years  of 
nothing  happening  in  Manhattan,  the 
Steinbergs  moved  across  the  river  to  Mont- 
clair,  New  Jersey,  and  settled  down  for 
life. 

Elaine  Stewart  (then  Steinberg)  was 
born  in  Montclair,  the  eldest  of  four 
children.  Her  father  by  that  time  was  a 
policeman  and  the  family,  although  not  in 
dire  circumstances,  didn't  find  it  too  easy 
to  get  along  in  a  wealthy  community  on  an 
honest  cop's  take-home  pay.  So  Elaine  was 
no  pampered  darling,  and  at  a  very  early 
age,  particularly  after  the  other  kids  came 
along,  learned  the  rudiments  of  cookery 
and  house  cleaning  and  the  chores  a  girl 
in  a  poor  family  has  to  apply  herself  to 
instead  of  play. 

But  she  was  a  dreamer.  Mornings,  as 
she  walked  to  school,  she'd  vision  a  future 
that  didn't  seem  probable.  At  first  it  was 
just  pretty  clothes  and  leisure  and  all  the 
money  she  could  spend.  And  then,  under 
the  spell  of  movie  magazines,  there  came 
the  dream  of  being  a  famous  actress — but 
this  was  the  most  improbable  of  all,  be- 
cause even  though  she  knew  the  Cinder- 
ella story  had  happened  really,  she  couldn't 
picture  it  happening  to  her,  or  anybody  in 
remote  Montclair  for  that  matter. 

But  the  impulse  to  get  closer  to  her 
dream  was  strong  and  when  she  was  13 
years  old  it  was  decided  she  ought  to  get 
a  job  after  school  to  help  bolster  the  family 
income,  she  headed  right  for  a  movie 
theater  and  went  to  work  as  an  usherette. 

As  Elaine  herself  remembers,  she  was 
not  a  particularly  pretty  girl,  although 
others  say  she  was.  It  was  too  early  for  her 
desire  to  be  an  actress  to  be  called  an  am- 
bition; it  was  still  only  a  dream.  But  stand- 
ing in  the  dark  at  the  top  of  an  aisle, 
watching  the  handsome  shadows, flit  across 
the  screen  and  listening  to  their  voices 
she  felt  very  close  to  them,  almost  part  of 
the  life  they  lived.  She  found  herself  pat- 
terning her  dress,  in  a  modest  way,  after 


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the  stars  she  saw  and  inadvertently  mim- 
icked them.  And,  unlike  most  kids  who 
have  to  work  after  school,  she  could  hard- 
ly wait  to  get  to  her  job  each  afternoon. 
It  was  better  than  classes. 

There  were  times  she  almost  lost  her 
job.  Some  pictures  more  than  others  af- 
fected her  like  a  drug.  One  of  them  was 
The  Postman  Always  Rings  Twice,  an 
MGM  picture  incidentally.  She  was  so 
taken  with  the  loveliness  and  artistry  of 
Lana  Turner  in  this  one  that  she  staggered 
through  the  run  of  the  show  in  a  heady 
fog  of  confusion,  often  trying  to  seat  sev- 
eral people  in  one  seat — and  not  hearing  a 
word  that  was  spoken,  except  on  the 
screen.  It  was  about  that  time  that  the 
manager  decided  she'd  be  better  off  in  the 
air,  and  he  transferred  her  to  the  box-office, 
where  she  spent  the  next  couple  of  years 
selling  magic  through  a  small  round  hole 
in  a  plate  glass  window. 

Elaine  was  not  a  particularly  popular 
girl  in  high  school,  something  that  would 
be  hard  to  understand  without  her  own 
explanation. 

"We  didn't  have  very  much  money,"  she 
said,  "and  most  of  the  kids  who  went  to 
school  with  me  came  from  pretty  well-off 
families.  My  wardrobe  consisted  of  one 
skirt  and  one  blouse — and  I  was  always 
ashamed  to  go  to  parties  and  things  like 
the  other  kids.  Consequently,  I  didn't  go 
out  much,  didn't  mix  with  the  other  girls 
much,  either." 

TYTecessity  finally  took  her  away  from  the 
cinema.  She  was  about  18  and  the 
time  had  come  to  either  marry  or  get  into 
a  line  of  work  that  offered  a  better  future 
than  a  girl  would  find  in  a  movie  theater. 
She  wasn't  interested  in  any  special  boy, 
so  she  left  her  box-office  and  went  to  work 
as  a  secretary-nurse  to  a  doctor.  For  a 
whole  year  she  thought  she  had  found  her 
niche  in  life. 

It  might  have  been  about  this  point  in 
her  life  that  Elaine  finally  took  a  good  look 
in  a  mirror.  She  liked  what  she  saw.  Then 
she  looked  at  some  of  the  fashion  maga- 
zines and  decided,  too,  that  most  of  the 
girls  she  saw  on  the  covers  and  in  the  ads 
had  nothing  more  to  offer  than  she  had.  So, 
without  any  knowledge  of  how  to  go  about 
it,  she  started  for  New  York  one  morning 
to  become  a  model. 

The  modeling  business  in  New  York  is 
almost  as  difficult  to  break  into  as  the 
movies,  but  Elaine  didn't  know  that.  She 
had  read  somewhere  that  a  man  named 
Harry  Conover  was  big  in  this  line,  so  she 
took  a  subway  to  his  Vanderbilt  Avenue 
headquarters  and  presented  herself  to  his 
secretary. 

Now  getting  to  see  Harry  Conover  per- 
sonally without  an  appointment,  and  gen- 
erally a  letter  of  introduction,  is  almost  as 

:  easy  as  paying  a  casual  call  on  the  mayor. 
It  just  isn't  done  that  way.  The  secretary 
was  rather  astonished  that  anyone  would 
try,  and  for  that  reason  she  brushed  away 

i     many  of  the  objections  and  after  a  few 

i  hours  ushered  Elaine  into  the  presence  of 
the  big  man. 

Harry  Conover's  first  impression  is  worth 
noting.  "Never,"  he  said,  "have  I  seen  such 
a  get-up.  Elaine  was  dressed  as  she  thought 
a  model  ought  to  dress— and  it  was  star- 
tling to  say  the  least.  She  wasn't  wearing 
an  outfit,  but  a  costume — all  wrong.  She 

!  was  wearing  as  much  make-up  as  the 
average  clown.  But  I  could  see  she  had 
beauty  beneath  it  all,  and,  more  important, 
poise  and  class." 

As  Elaine  remembers  it,  Conover  stood 
behind  his  desk  for  a  few  minutes  and 
stared  at  her  pop-eyed.  He  asked  her  a 
few  questions  and  then  came  around  and 
gave  her  some  advice. 

"Get  rid  of  those  clothes,"  he  said.  "Get 
a  simple  black  dress  with  nothing  on  it. 


Then  wash  off  all  that  goo  and  come  back 
here  next  week.  We'll  see." 

On  the  appointed  day,  Elaine  showed 
up  at  Conover's  office  a  different  girl.  She 
was  wearing  a  black  number  as  simple  as 
they  sold  at  Macy's  and  just  a  trace  of  lip- 
stick on  her  face.  And  her  hair  was  pulled 
back  tight  from  her  forehead.  No  jewels. 
This  time  Conover  liked  what  he  saw  and 
got  out  an  application  blank.  Elaine  Stew- 
art was  a  model. 

Within  a  few  months  Elaine  was  one  of 
the  hardest  working  models  in  New 
York.  She  still  lived  in  Montclair,  but  she 
came  to  New  York  every  morning  and 
made  the  rounds  of  the  photographers 
when  Conover  had  no  assignment  for  her. 

"One  of  the  reasons  I  got  so  many  jobs," 
she  said,  "was  that  I  worked  when  it  was 
raining.  In  fact  I'd  look  forward  to  rainy 
days.  In  bad  weather  most  of  the  models 
stayed  home,  unless  they  had  to  go  out,  so 
I'd  trot  around  to  the  photographers  and 
advertising  agencies  and  pick  up  the  work 
that  came  in  all  of  a  sudden." 

She  is  photogenically  almost  perfect,  so 
Elaine's  face  soon  began  to  appear  on  the 
covers  of  magazines — and  pretty  soon  she 
didn't  have  to  look  for  jobs  any  more,  they 
came  looking  for  her.  She  thought  for 
awhile  that  this  was  the  life  she'd  live, 
that  she  would  always  have  a  good  income, 
and  the  work  was  pleasant,  so  why  try  for 
anything  more.  Hollywood  was  still  a 
dream,  still  not  an  ambition. 

If  it  hadn't  been  that  models  began 
working  in  television  Elaine  might  never 
have  even  considered  the  dramatic  arts. 
But  after  appearing  on  a  few  shows,  just 
to  show  her  face  and  figure,  she  decided 
she'd  better  learn  a  little  about  theatrical 
deportment.  She  began  to  study  and  the 
next  thing  she  knew  she  was  acting.  It  was 
just  as  simple  as  that. 

Hal  Wallis  was  the  first  producer  to  be- 
lieve that  Elaine  Stewart  might  have 
something  for  pictures.  He  had  seen  her 
on  a  TV  show  and  arranged  to  have  her 
come  to  see  him  in  his  office.  Wallis  is  a 
canny  man,  noted  for  his  discovery  of  un- 
known talent,  and  he  liked  the  presence 
Elaine  had.  So,  without  a  test,  and  know- 
ing full  well  she  had  no  theatrical  back- 
ground, he  signed  her  to  a  contract  and 
sent  her  to  California  to  appear  with  Dean 
Martin  and  Jerry  Lewis  in  Sailor  Beware. 

They  may  be  the  greatest  comics  in  the 
movies,  but  Martin  and  Lewis  are  the 
toughest  actors  in  show  business  to  debut 
with,  no  matter  how  beautiful  you  are. 
The  only  supporting  player  who  ever  got 
any  notice  with  them  was  a  chimpanzee. 
Elaine  was  good  in  their  picture  but  lost 
in  the  mad,  mad  shuffle.  And  when  her 
option  time  came  around  she  was  dropped 
automatically,  because  they  had  nothing 
for  her  to  do.  Elaine  might  have  gone  back 
to  New  York,  but  she  met  an  agent  named 
Johnny  Darrow. 

Darrow  is  the  kind  of  man  who  doesn't 
believe  anybody  ever  got  anywhere  giving 
up,  so  he  took  Elaine  in  hand  and  escorted 
her  to  the  studios  where  he  wore  out  car- 
pets in  front  of  executive  desks  telling  big 
shots  how  wonderful  his  client  was.  The 
result  was  twofold:  Elaine  got  a  job  at 
MGM,  and  found  herself  the  possessor  of 
a  driving  ambition  to  be  a  movie  star. 

IpLAiNE  made  five  pictures  at  MGM  and 
^  very  few  people  knew  she  was  on  the 
lot.  True,  her  parts  were  small,  but  they 
were  the  type  known  in  Hollywood  as 
build  up  roles.  Elaine  was  a  happy  girl. 
She  was  studying  and  learning  fast  and 
every  time  she  walked  away  from  in  front 
of  a  camera  she  knew  something  she  hadn't 
known  before. 

It  all  came  across  at  once  in  The  Bad 
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oddly  enough,  the  girl  who  walked  into  a 
big  studio  and  took  away  the  star's  beau. 
That  was  just  the  story  she  had  dreamed 
when  she  was  an  usher  at  the  Bellevue 
Theatre  in  Montclair,  and  Lana  Turner 
was  the  star  she  dreamed  it  about. 

You  may  have  noticed  in  the  past  few 
months  that  Elaine  has  been  getting  a  lot 
of  publicity  as  a  new  sex  queen  of  the 
movies.  MGM  is  really  not  responsible  for 
this,  because  the  heads  of  that  studio  feel 
that  a  girl  must  have  more  than  just  a 
beautiful  face  and  body  to  cut  the  mustard 
at  the  box-office.  It  has  been  spontaneous 
— and  it  has  Elaine  worried. 

"Obvious  sex,"  she  said,  "is  bad.  I  know. 
I  was  an  usherette  and  I  knew  what  the 
customers  thought  of  it.  Selling  sex  like 
fish  is  not  only  bad  taste  but  the  worst 
possible  approach  to  success  an  actress 
can  take.  There  are  so  many  other  emo- 
tions in  life  that  people  like  to  see  on  the 
screen.  I  don't  want  to  be  a  sex  star." 

A  sked  what  she  thought  a  star  should 
sell,  Elaine  said:  "I  think  you  might 
call  it  glamor.  Marlene  Dietrich  has  it — 
and  more  than  likely  always  will.  She  has 
it  even  though  she's  a  grandmother.  Lana 
Turner  has  it.  She's  never  been  obvious  in 
her  screen  portrayals.  It's  her  talent — and 
her  glamor — that  have  kept  her  a  star  for 
years.  I  hope  to  be  like  her." 

Another  quality  Elaine  Stewart  believes 
a  star  must  have  is  gentility. 

"I  know  movie-goers  as  they  are  in  a 
small  town,"  she  said.  "They're  family 
people — and  they  like  gentleness  in  the 
characters  they  see  on  the  screen.  If 
there  is  something  you  might  call  passion 
in  a  character  on  the  screen  it  has  to 
come  from  within  them.  It  can't  be  tossed 
out  into  the  front  row.  Most  of  the  young- 
sters I  know  who  go  to  the  movies  want 
to  be  like  the  stars  they  see — so  they 
have  to  admire  them.  You  can't  really 
admire  a  girl  if  she's  just  plain  wanton." 

Elaine  Stewart  today  lives  just  about 
that  kind  of  a  life.  She  is,  off-screen,  a 
quite  simple  person.  She  dresses  in  good 
but  simple  taste.  She  lives  simply,  in  a 
small  apartment  she  shares  with  another 
girl  who  works  at  the  studio.  Her  private 
life  is  very  much  the  same  as  it  has  been 


all  her  life.  She  has  no  steady  beau,  and 
goes  out  only  a  couple  of  nights  a  week — 
and  then  to  places  that  are  not  too  fancy, 
but  gathering  places  for  the  ordinary 
people  of  Hollywood. 

Like  it  has  always  been,  Elaine's  biggest 
drive  is  earning  a  living.  She  has  not 
forgotten  the  struggle  the  Steinberg  fam- 
ily had  when  she  was  a  little  girl — and  she 
doesn't  intend  to.  She  wants  to  make 
enough  money  to  see  that  her  dad  and 
mother,  the  lovers  of  the  immigrant  boat, 
are  comfortable  in  their  declining  years. 
She  wants  to  see  that  her  brother  be- 
comes an  engineer  who  can  build  the 
bridges  he  dreams  about  now.  She  is 
fanatical  about  her  family  and  carries 
a  wallet  full  of  pictures  of  them,  which 
she  shows  to  anyone  who  will  look  at 
them. 

She  may  not  be  a  top  star  yet,  but 
MGM  predicts  without  reservation  that 
she  will  be.  To  assist  this  prediction  the 
studio  sends  her  out  on  the  road  to  attend 
premieres  of  her  pictures,  and  to  show 
her  to  exhibitors  about  the  land.  One  of 
these  trips  recently  took  her  back  to 
Montclair — and  led  to  a  citizen  of  that 
town  making  the  understatement  of  the 
year. 

Elaine's  return  to  Montclair  was  a  big 
event.  Naturally  there  was  a  police  es- 
cort; papa's  a  police  sergeant  now.  And 
there  were  parties  and  receptions  and 
personal  appearances  galore.  But  Elaine 
did  manage  to  get  a  few  free  moments 
and  at  these  times  toured  the  city  alone, 
looking  in  on  the  places  she  knew  as  a 
girl. 

She's  changed  considerably  since  her 
high  school  days.  Quite  considerably.  So 
it  is  not  odd  that  a  young  man,  standing 
on  a  Montclair  street  with  a  bunch  of 
cronies,  saw  her  coming  out  of  a  store 
and  gave  the  longest  whistle  of  apprecia- 
tion he'd  ever  gotten  out. 

"Wow!"  he  said.  "Who's  the  redhead?" 
"That,"  said  one  of  his  pals,  "is  Elaine 
Steinberg.  She  used  to  live  here  a  few 
years  ago.  She  went  to  school  with  us." 

"No  kidding,"  said  the  whistler,  who  had 
not  apparently  seen  the  parades.  "She 
ought  to  be  in  the  movies!" 


Well,  old  boy,  she  is.  But  good! 


END 


don't  play  it  safe! 


{Continued  from  page  57)  giving  me  pain, 
they  were  hammering  out  a  new  policy 
of  living  for  me. 

On  my  chest  today  are  still  faint  scars 
attesting  to  the  resolution  I  made  that 
afternoon.  Because  I  went  out  and  did 
climb  a  tree.  Going  up  wasn't  bad  but 
coming  down  I  got  panicky  and  hugged 
the  trunk  so  tightly  that  I  nearly  cut  a 
groove  in  the  rough  bark,  or  rather,  it  was 
the  other  way  around  and  I  got  grooved. 
There  is  a  floor  in  a  New  York  skating 
rink  that  must  be  permanently  weakened 
because  I  did  get  on  skates  and  I  did  fall — 
repeatedly.  And  there  are  fellows  around 
my  old  neighborhood  who  can  recall,  if 
they  want  to,  that  eventually  I  wasn't 
such  a  sucker  for  a  left  hook;  at  least  I 
did  learn  how  to  hook  back. 

But  there  is  more  to  it  than  that.  Check- 
ing the  route  I  took  to  get  where  I  am 
today  I  can  recall  a  lot  of  safe  "stations" 
I  reached  on  the  journey  and  I  remember 
how  strong  the  temptation  was  each  time 
to  stay  "put"  and  not  take  any  chances 
on  what  might  be  further  down  the  line. 
I  see  an  office  in  New  York  where  I  might 
still  be  sitting,  hunched  over  an  art  desk, 
my  yearning  for  an  acting  career  probably 
long  stifled.  I  see  a  store,  a  lot  of  stores, 


where  I  might  still  be  clerking.  I  see,  too, 
a  restaurant  where  I  might  be  serving  up 
hamburgers  and  coffee  (or  maybe  by  now 
I  would  have  worked  up  to  de  luxe  dinners 
with  choice  of  soup  or  salad). 

I remember  half  a  hundred  times  where 
I  might  have  wriggled  into  a  secure 
little  niche  and  lived  a  secure  little  life. 
The  urge  to  do  it  was  strong;  I  was  brought 
up  to  think  this  way.  But  my  lesson  was  a 
strong  one  and  I  didn't.  My  lesson  was  that 
if  all  there  is  to  living  is  the  process  of  pre- 
serving one's  self  that's  the  way  to  do  it — 
"hole  up"  somewhere  where  you  won't  get 
harmed,  like  a  piece  of  moss  satisfied  with 
the  sustenance  it  gets  clinging  to  a  stone. 
And  the  rest  of  my  lesson  was  that  being 
alive  means  more  than  this;  being  alive 
means  developing  as  well  as  growing, 
using  what  you  are  to  become  what  you 
can  be. 

My  mother's  constant  solicitude  for  me 
probably  stemmed  in  good  part  from  the 
fact  that  I  was  not  only  her  only  child 
but  all  she  had  to  show  for  a  broken  mar- 
riage. She  tried  to  guard  me  from  a  life 
that  had  shown  her  very  rough  corners 
and  she  thought  she  could  anticipate 
trouble  for  me  by  doing  my  thinking  and 
even  trying  to  guide  my  emotional  reac- 
tions. Some  of  the  ordinary  phases  of  a 
boy's  development,  that  are  taken  casually 
by   most   parents,    or   at   least  accepted 


philosophically,  tended  to  cause  crises  in 
our  household.  When  I  was  about  11  years 
old  and,  in  mother's  opinion,  ready  to 
know  all  about  the  bees  and  the  flowers, 
she  was  in  a  deep  quandary  on  how  to  im- 
port the  proper  knowledge.  Like  many 
mothers  in  such  cases  she  turned  the 
whole  job  over  to  someone  else — in  this 
case,  an  uncle  of  mine. 

He  called  me  out  to  the  sun  porch  one 
afternoon  for  a  private  "talk"  in  which 
not  a  word  was  said;  he  just  handed  me  a 
900  page  book  on  eugenics  which  had 
been  laying  on  a  shelf  in  the  house  for 
years.  What  he  and  mother  didn't  know 
was  that  I  was  exactly  900  pages  ahead  of 
them— I  had  already  read  the  book  in 
secret  early  morning  sessions.  I  don't  know 
how  much  good  I  got  out  of  it  morally,  but 
toting  that  big  volume  around  certainly 
helped  develop  my  muscles  physically. 

From  earliest  memory  I  had  always 
wanted  to  be  an  actor  and  from  a  time 
just  about  as  early  there  didn't  seem  to 
be  anything  definite  I  could  do  about  it 
Yet,  I  know  now,  that  the  reason  I  pushed 
for  class  presidency  several  times,  and  won 
several  times,  was  to  satisfy  instinctive 
yearnings  to  "perform."  Getting  on  my  feet 
to  make  a  speech  to  my  classmates  was 
the  closest  I  could  come  to  getting  on  a 
stage  and  portraying  a  role.  Just  the  same 
S heun  I  §raduated  from  Erasmus  Hall 
High  School  m  Brooklyn  it  was  to  take 
art  training  rather  than  enter  a  school  for 
drama.  My  mother,  while  not  opposed  to 
my  ideas  about  acting,  couldn't  get  her- 
self to  think  of  the  stage  in  terms  of  a 
definite  future  for  me.  "You'll  be  getting 
a  steady  salary  sooner  as  an  artist  than 
as  an  actor,"  she  said.  She  was  quite  right 
Ine  salaries  I  eventually  got  in  my  early 
acting  days  were  not  steady  and,  in  fact 
were  no  salaries;  they  were  "handouts."' 

^fter  several  years  as  an  art  student  I 
'  got  a  job  doing  advertising  layout 
work  m  New  York.  My  salary  was  $18  a 
week  and  in  return  for  this  I  not  only  did 
my  own  work  but  found  time  to  assist 
the  fellow  at  the  next  desk  who  seemed 
always  to  have  tough  going  with  his  as- 
signments. One  day  he  showed  me  his 
paycheck;  he  was  getting  $35  a  week1 
You're  a  little  underpaid,"  he  advised, 
bee  what  you  can  do  for  yourself  " 
1  confronted  the  boss  with  my  request 
for  a  raise  and  he  finally  agreed  to  up  me 
to  §25  a  week.  But  my  next  check  re- 
mained the  same  and  when  I  complained 
he  told  me  that  all  raises  had  to  be  ap- 
proved by  the  home  office  in  Chicago,  a 
process  which  might  take  weeks  or  even 
months  I  felt  exactly  as  I  did  the  day  the 
six  kids  clobbered  me  at  the  auction. 
♦  i^fu  ?y  application  for  the  raise,"  I 
told  the  boss. 

"Oh,  fine!"  he  said,  approvingly 
Also  cancel  me,"  I  went  on.  "I'm  quit- 
ting, 

+>,ihaTd/eC1Jded  t0  seek  new  vistas,  but 
those  I  found  were  not  new  enough  Re- 
turning to  the  art  institute  I  was  liven  a 
aWZ-  38  nan  assistant  instructor  with  free 
additional  training  as  my  only  payment. 
For  spending  money  I  reverted  to  a  child - 

turning  them  in  at  the  market  for  cash 

daW^V*  veryThaPPy  W  in  those 
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if  only  they  would  teach  me  acting.  It  was 
a  bargain,  the  best  I  have  ever  made.  I  had 
lots  to  do  but  they  paid  off  with  a  scholar- 
ship that  made  me  feel  rich. 

It  only  takes  a  few  words  to  tell  all 
about  this  but  actually  this  started  off  a 
period  of  years  in  my  life  when  I  earned 
only  pitiful  pennies,  at  a  time  when  jobs 
were  plentiful  and  wages  good — and  yet 
I  envied  no  man.  The  truth  was  that  I 
was  buying  the  kind  of  work  I  wanted, 
stage  work,  with  the  salaries  I  might  have 
had  doing  other  things.  And  I  was  happy 
to  do  it. 

When  I  was  invited,  about  this  time,  to 
take  a  job  as  assistant  stage  manager  at 
the  Millpond  Playhouse  in  Roslyn,  Long 
Island,  at  $10  a  week  plus  room  and  board, 
I  didn't  hesitate  a  moment.  And  though  I 
had  quit  one  job  because  they  were  slow 
giving  me  a  raise  to  $25  a  week,  I  saw 
nothing  inconsistent  in  the  fact  that  I 
stuck  on  at  the  playhouse  when  my  ten  dol- 
lars was  cut  to  five  dollars  a  week,  and  even 
when  the  five  failed  to  show  up  for  weeks 
at  a  time!  With  each  dime  I  didn't  get,  my 
option  on  a  fine  future  was  stronger,  or  at 
least  that's  the  way  I  felt.  I  wasn't  living  a 
safe  and  sane  life,  there  were  nights  in  the 
playhouse  when  we  had  to  go  scrounging 
around  for  wood  or  coal  to  keep  from  being 
frozen  to  death,  but  it  was  a  very  hopeful 
one!  Why  I  actually  played  lead  roles  at  the 
playhouse!  No  fat  salary  check,  no  fine 
clothes,  sporty  car  or  comfortable  apart- 
ment, could  give  me  the  same  thrill. 

Ten  dollars  a  week.  It  stayed  as  my  top 
salary  for  a  long  time  .  .  .  when  I  got  it. 
It  was  exactly  my  salary  when  I  left  the 
playhouse  with  a  buddy  of  mine,  Bill 
Bryan,  to  open  up  a  new  summer  theater 
in  Marengo,  Illinois.  We  started  from 
scratch,  yet  I  never  had  a  bitter  moment. 
On  the  contrary  I  was  bathed  in  a  prospect 
of  happiness.  The  season  we  put  on  was  a 
successful  one  and  I  look  back  at  each  day 
I  spent  there  (it  is  known  as  The  Shady 
Lane  Playhouse  and  one  of  the  best  known 
in  the  country)  as  a  bright  page  in  my  life. 

Just  about  this  time,  as  the  movie  scripts 
have  it,  came  the  war.  I  had  returned 
to  New  York  from  Marengo,  and  was 
crossing  Seventh  Avenue  one  afternoon, 
when  I  saw  Bill  Bryan  walking  towards 
me  from  the  other  side. 
"Where  you  been?"  I  called. 
"I  just  enlisted  with  the  cavalry,"  he 
yelled  back,  as  we  neared  each  other. 
"Why  don't  you  join  the  same  outfit?" 

"But  I  wanted  to  get  into  the  air  corps," 
I  returned. 

"Oh.  let's  stick  together,"  he  urged. 
Just  as  we  met  in  the  middle  of  the 
street  I  made  my  decision.  'Okay!"  I  said. 

If  a  writer  ever  gave  me  such  a  scene 
to  play  in  a  picture  I'd  tell  him  he  was 
crazy — but  that's  exactly  how  it  happened. 
In  no  time  at  all  we  were  both  stationed 
at  Ft.  Riley,  Kansas,  and  I  was  getting  my 
basic  training  in  riding  which,  the  way 
the  Army  does  it,  begins  with  learning  how 
to  use  a  shovel. 

Nevertheless  I  got  so  emotionally  in- 
volved with  horses  that  when  the  army 
decided  to  motorize  the  cavalry  I  resented 
it  as  bitterly,  I  think,  as  any  of  the  regular 
old  army  wranglers  we  had  for  sergeants. 
In  fact  I  applied  for  officers'  training  in 
anti-aircraft  and,  making  still  another 
switch  later  on,  wound  up  my  fours  years 
of  service  as  a  lieutenant  in  the  infantry. 
At  that  time  I  found  myself  with  more 
money  than  I  had  ever  had  before  in  my 
life,  almost  $3,000  in  cash  or  due  me  in 
terminal  pay.  It  felt  good.  There  was  a 
strong  temptation  to  get  a  job,  try  and 
save  more  money,  and  build  myself  up 
financially.  "You're  not  a  kid  any  more," 
my  friends  told  me.  "You've  got  a  chance 
to  be  a  solid  citizen  now." 


They  might  have  been  right.  But  even 
if  I  wasn't  a  kid  I  still  had  the  same 
dreams.  I  decided  to  bet  every  penny  of 
my  money  on  myself  as  an  actor.  I  went 
to  Hollywood,  bought  a  thousand  dollars 
worth  of  clothes,  and  started  to  find  a  job 
in  radio  or  movies.  In  five  months  my 
money  was  gone  and  producers  knew  me 
only  as  another  name  on  a  long  list  of 
hopeful  actors  which  they  rarely  bothered 
to  check. 

"Now  will  you  come  home?"  my  mother 
wrote. 

I  didn't.  I  applied  for  a  job  as  counter- 
man in  the  White  Tower  hamburger 
stands.  And  almost  at  the  same  time  I  got 
my  first  radio  job — a  few  lines  to  say  on 
a  local  15-minute  show  that  brought  me 
a  total  of  $14  in  take-home  pay.  But  I  must 
have  given  the  show  at  least  14  dollars 
worth  of  acting  because  I  was  called  back 
to  do  it  again  next  week.  It  was  all  the  en- 
couragement I  needed. 

I  started  knocking  on  doors  like  crazy. 
A  few  more  small  jobs  came  my  way.  Then, 
one  day,  upon  learning  that  a  radio  pro- 
ducer was  looking  for  someone  to  play  an 
important  part  in  his  show  of  the  coming 
week,  I  decided  to  declare  myself  a  con- 
tender. I  approached  the  situation  some- 
what haltingly,  I  guess,  and  soon  found 
myself  on  the  receiving  end  of  a  brush-off. 
As  I  turned  to  leave,  I  planted  a  firm  foot 
and  asked  to  read  for  the  part  right  then 
and  there.  The  reaction  to  this  was  skepti- 
cal but  agreeable.  So  I  read. 

Well,  I'd  like  to  report  that  I  got  the  part. 
I  didn't.  But  I  impressed  the  producer 
sufficiently  for  him  to  give  me  another  part 
on  the  same  show. 

And  from  that  time  on  I  started  to  click 
in  radio.  Soon,  with  shows  like  "Michael 
Shayne,  Detective"  and  "Our  Miss  Brooks'' 
to  my  credit  I  began  to  get  attention  from 
the  movie  studios  .  .  .  but  not  the  kind  of 
attention  I  wanted.  It  was  apparent  soon 
that  I  could  get  into  pictures  but  only  in 
small  "mug"  parts. 

"You  don't  think  you're  a  leading  man 
type,  do  you?"  asked  one  producer  in- 
credulously. 

I  nodded.  It  wasn't  a  matter  of  vanity. 
I  have  never  considered  myself  a  pretty 
boy.  But  from  my  experience  on  the  stage 
I  knew  that  an  audience  doesn't  consider 
handsomeness  to  be  the  most  important 
requisite  of  a  character  in  whom  it  can 
interest  itself.  The  drama  of  life,  which 
makes  the  best  kind  of  drama  on  stage, 
happens  to  all  sorts  of  fellows,  including 
those  who  wouldn't  be  selected  to  pose 
for  collar  ads. 

But  the  producer  laughed.  He  men- 
tioned a  former  gorilla-visaged  wrestler, 
now  turned  actor,  as  the  sort  of  character 
he  compared  me  to.  "If  he  refuses  to  do 
a  job  for  us  we'll  call  you,"  he  said. 

I  wanted  to  get  into  the  movies  and  had 
I  been  willing  to  accept  parts  like  this  I 
could  have  gotten  started  much  sooner  .  .  . 
but  I  was  still  determined  not  to  play 
scared  about  my  career.  I  waited  and  I 
kept  trying  out  for  the  kind  of  part  I 
wanted.  One  day  it  would  come  along  and 
I  was  willing  to  gamble.  One  day  it  did. 

TY7hen  Universal-International  decided 
I  was  just  the  man  they  wanted  to 
play  the  group  leader  in  Sword  In  The 
Desert,  I  knew  I  had  been  right  all  the 
time  .  .  .  not  playing  my  dreams  safe. 

"This  is  a  story  of  a  group  of  fighters 
fighting  for  their  people,"  the  producer  at 
Universal-Inernational  told  me.  "They 
have  no  place  in  the  world  and  they  want 
to  make  one  for  themselves  no  matter 
what  the  risk.  Do  you  think  you  can 
understand  the  part?" 

Understand  it?  I  think  so!  END 

(Jeff  will  soon  be  seen  in  U-I's  East  Of 
Sumatra.) 


80 


how  we  fell  in  love 

(Continued  from  page  30)  They  said  noth- 
ing about  this  because  they  are  people 
who  bear  rather  than  share  their  problems. 
But  both  of  them,  without  seeking  it,  were 
ripe  and  ready  for  the  exciting  companion- 
ship they  once  had  found  but  could  find 
no  longer  in  their  own  marriages. 

IV  o  one  ever  knows  the  truth  about  any 
marriage  except  the  participants,  and 
in  many  cases  even  the  principals  are 
afraid  to  acknowledge  the  diminution  in 
mutual  respect  and  affection.  It  is  com- 
mon practice  to  judge  the  success  of  a 
marriage  by  the  exterior  trappings — big 
house,  big  car,  big  career.  And  with  that 
standard  of  measurement  the  Janie  Powell- 
Geary  Steffen  entente  was  a  huge  success. 
But  was  it  a  big  success  in  Janie's  heart? 

Geary  was  the  first  love  in  her  some- 
what sheltered,  inexperienced  life,  the 
life  of  an  unsophisticated  18-year-old 
girl.  Despite  the  fact  that  she  is  Protes- 
tant and  he  is  Catholic,  despite  the  fact 
that  she  is  in  show  business  and  he  is  not, 
despite  the  fact  that  there  are  great  dif- 
ferences in  their  temperaments,  back- 
grounds, and  outlooks,  Janie  and  Geary 
were  married.  And  it  was  only  after 
marriage  that  Janie  matured  into  full 
womanhood  and  could  appraise  men  with 
a  realistic  eye. 

It  is  safe  to  say  that  had  Jane  Powell 
met  Gene  Nelson  before  she  met  Geary 
Steffen,  she  never  would  have  married 
Geary  in  the  first  place. 

Only  she  didn't  meet  Gene  until  three 
and  a  half  years  ago,  and  the  meeting  was 
most  perfunctory.  "I  was  down  at  the 
beach  with  Miriam,"  Nelson  recalls,  "and 
Jane  was  there  with  Geary.  I'd  known 
Geary  for  some  time,  had  seen  him  around 
the  skating  rinks,  places  like  that.  He 
introduced  us  to  Janie.  We  said  hello 
and  then,  as  I  remember,  .went  back 
home.  I  used  to  ice-skate  in  the  Sonja 
Heme  troupe  and  so  did  Geary.  Only  he 
came  a  few  years  after  I  left." 

Once  in  a  great  while  there  is  an  in- 
stantaneous rapport  between  two  people, 
a  spontaneous  combustion  of  sorts,  but 
between  Janie  and  Gene  on  this  meeting- 
at-the-beach  occasion,  there  was  nothing 
like  that.  , 

Jane  and  Geary  went  on  to  have  some 
children,  and  Gene  went  on  to  become 
a  big  dancing  star  at  Warner  Brothers. 
The  Nelsons  and  the  Steffens  rarely  ran 
into  each  other. 

Early  this  year,  however,  a  small,  tal- 
ented, lyric  writer  named  Sammy  Cahn 
was  working  as  a  Warner's  producer. 
Sammy  had  written  some  lyrics  for  Janie 
at  Metro,  and  when  he  was  putting  to- 
gether Three  Sailors  And  A  Girl,  he  quite 
naturally  remembered  the  cute  little  star 
and  sought  to  borrow  her  from  the  Culver 
City  lot. 

Tv/r^ying  ?othir"g  scheduled  for  Janie, 
MGM  was  happy  to  loan  her  out  for  $75  - 
000.  When  Gene  Nelson  heard  that  Jane 
Powell  was  coming  to  Warner's,  a  broad 
grin  filled  his  face.  "It's  always  exciting 
to  have  a  new  partner.  When  Janie  reported 
jo  the  studio,  I  was  one  happy  guy.  It  was 
the  feeling  of  newness.  Nothing  else." 

As  anyone  who  has  ever  worked  at 
Warner's  will  tell  you,  Gene  Nelson  is  the 
friendliest  actor  on  the  lot,  also  the  kind- 
est It's  in  the  nature  of  the  man  to 
help  people. 

With  Janie  he  was  his  usual  bouncing 
effervescent  self,  joking,  kidding,  showing 
her  around,  taking  lunch  with  her,  walking 
across  the  street  to  a  restaurant  called 
ihe  Smokehouse. 

As  one  publicity  man  said  during  the 
course   of  the  production,   "You'd  think 


Nelson  and  Powell  were  brother  and  sis- 
ter.   They're  the  happiest.    Real  crazy!" 

Tj^VERY  married  woman,  consciously  or 
-*-J  sub-consciously  compares  every  man 
she  meets  with  her  husband.  And  simi- 
larly every  married  man  compares  the 
girls  he  encounters  with  his  wife. 

Jane  and  Gene  did  exactly  that,  and 
gradually,  almost  imperceptibly  they  looked 
forward  to  seeing  each  other.  They  were 
glad  to  leave  home  and  get  to  work.  In 
a  business  where  many  leading  women 
cannot  abide  their  opposites,  the  Nelson- 
Powell  relationship  offered  a  refreshing 
contrast.  "The  truth,"  one  chorus  girl 
told  me  a  few  months  ago,  "is  that  when 
Janie  Powell  and  Gene  Nelson  dance,  they 
look  as  if  they  were  blown  together." 

There  is  no  doubt  but  what  friendly 
propinquity  engenders  affection,  especially 
if  both  parties  are  basically  unhappy  at 
home;  and  it  wasn't  very  long  before  Jane 
and  Gene  became  fast  friends. 

"It  was  the  darndest  thing,"  Nelson  re- 
cently explained  to  a  friend.  "We'd  be 
having  a  cup  of  coffee  and  I'd  catch  my- 
self looking  at  Jane  in  the  strangest  way. 
Not  with  my  eyes  but  my  heart.  I  re- 
member giving  myself  a  little  pep-talk. 
'You're  a  grown-up  boy.  Stop  mooning 
over  this  kid.' " 

But  there  is  a  strange,  nameless  chem- 
istry in  sexual  attraction,  and  each  time 
Jane  and  Gene  would  glance  at  each  other 
or  drop  a  word,  they  would  smile,  their 
blue  eyes  would  twinkle,  and  their  hearts 
would  beat  just  a  little  bit  faster. 

But  everything  was  under  control.  Had 
anyone  at  that  point  approached  either 
of  these  two  players  and  said,  "Look,  I 
think  you  two  kids  are  falling  in  love," 
the  interloper  would  have  been  laughed 
off  the  lot.  For  insofar  as  they  were 
concerned,  Jane  and  Gene  were  main- 
taining the  fiction  of  their  individual 
idyllic  marriages.  They  were  a  pair 
of  respectably  married  stars  who  were 
having  one  great  time  making  a  film  to- 
gether. They  worked  hard,  and  they 
played  hard,  and  whenever  there  were  a 
few  spare  minutes  between  takes,  they 
could  be  found  sitting  on  the  steps  of 
each  other's  dressing  room,  gabbing  and 
joking  and  discussing  their  next  sequence 
together. 

"When  we  saw  each  other,"  Gene  says 
honestly,  "for  me  it  was  like  riding  on 
clouds." 

It  wasn't  that  way  for  Gene  Nelson  at 
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who  had  stood  by  her  man  when  he  had 
no  money,  no  job,  only  hope. 

Here  is  a  woman  who  gave  up  her  own 
professional  dancing  career  when  Gene 
was  lucky  enough  to  get  a  movie  con- 
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companion,  cook,  mother,  and  jack-of-all- 
trades,  a  wife  who,  after  giving  her  man 
one  son,  suffered  a  near-tragic  miscar- 
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But  a  man  has  his  work,  and  Gene 
has  always  been  happy  at  dancing,  and, 
with  Jane  Powell  beside  him,  no  one  ever 
imagined  that  he  was  not  the  most  well- 
adjusted  actor  on  the  lot.  But  during  the 
filming  of  Three  Sailors  And  A  Girl,  the 
terrible  soul  struggle  that  was  to  alter 
his  life  began  to  make  itself  known. 

"One  afternoon,"  he  recalls,  "after  Janie 
and  I  had  been  working  together  for  many 
weeks,  we  were  taking  lunch  or  some- 
thing. I  didn't  want  to  say  it,  didn't  want 
to  louse  it  all  up  by  getting  serious,  but 
sometimes  you  feel  all  choked  up  and 
you've  just  got  to  say  what's  in  your 
heart  and  mind,  and  I  tried  to  pass  it  off 
as  a  gag,  and  I  said  very  lightly,  'Janie, 
something's  happening  between  us.'  And 
she  smiled  and  said  softly,  'I  know  it, 
Gene.'  " 

That  evening  after  work,  Gene  and 
Janie  had  a  drink  together,  and  while 
neither  of  them  would  discuss  their  in- 
dividual marriages,  it  became  apparent 
to  both  of  them  that  there  was  some  in- 
adequacy, some  mis-mating  along  the 
line — because  if  these  two  people  were 
idyllically  married  to  another  man  and 
another  woman,  or  if  even  one  of  the 
marriages  was  so  ecstatically  happy,  what 
were  the  two  of  them  doing  there  in  a 
restaurant?  Each  should  have  been  ter- 
ribly anxious  to  get  home. 

This  realization,  of  course,  went  un- 
spoken. All  Jane  and  Gene  knew  was 
that  they  liked  spending  time  together. 
Both  were  very  much  afraid  of  delving 
any  deeper. 

It  was  Gene  who  made  the  first  break, 
and  it  came  not  long  after  Janie's  birth- 
day party.  Gene  had  been  asked  along 
with  his  wife,  and  Marsh  and  Barbara 
Thompson  and  Earl  Brent,  Janie's  ar- 
ranger, and  Andy  and  Delia  Russell.  It 
was  on  the  night  of  April  1st,  Janie's  24th 
birthday  when  Gene  realized  that  he  was 
very  much  in  love  with  Janie.  That  at 
least  is  what  he  named  his  desire,  the 
desire  to  see  her  all  the  time,  to  be  near 
her,  to  work  with  her,  to  hear  her  voice. 

Gene  Nelson  is  an  honorable  man,  and 
what  he  felt  he  kept  to  himself,  hoping 
that  somehow  the  tug  at  his  heart  would 
fade,  go  away,  disappear.  But  it  didn't. 
The  more  he  worked  with  Janie,  the 
greater  the  heartache,  because  he  felt 
that  under  the  circumstances  nothing 
could  or  would  come  of  what  was  probably 
a  one-sided  friendship.  He  was  just  a  poor 
sucker  who  had  gone  overboard  for  a 
very  wonderful,  unattainable  girl,  a  girl 
he  was  always  sure  he  would  love  and 
respect  if  only  from  a  distance. 

Now  when  a  man  feels  as  Gene  Nelson 
felt,  his  wife  can  read  him  easily.  One 
evening  after  returning  from  the  studio, 
the  dancer  was  so  obviously  perplexed  by 
his  dilemma  that  Miriam  edged  up  to 
him  and  said,  "What's  wrong?" 
'  It  was  a  fearful  decision  to  make,  but 
Gene  made  it.  "I'd  sooner  cut  off  my  right 
arm,"  he  said,  "than  hurt  you,  but  there's 
no  sense,  Miriam,  in  our  living  a  lie. 
I've  fallen  in  love  with  somebody  else, 
and  I  want  you  to  know  the  truth." 

They  talked  until  three  in  the  morning. 
Was  it  just  an  infatuation?  Had  he 
ever  told  Jane  that  he  loved  her?  No, 
he  hadn't.  Well,  maybe  it  would  ali 
pass.  Maybe  it  was  just  a  one-picture 
romance?  Here  was  a  husband  hopelessly 
bedeviled  and  a  wife  trying  to  preserve 
a  marriage  which  she  knew  in  her  heart 
might  not  be  worth  the  fight  for  preser- 
vation. But  where  children  are  concerned, 
no  rash  decisions  must  ever  be  made. 
Then  again,  a  woman's  whole  life  is  her 
marriage  and  to  see  one  being  dissolved 
after  11  years  of  effort  and  heartache  is 
a  confession  of  failure  and  love  lost.  No 


one  must  easily  relinquish  what  was 
fought  for  so  dearly. 

Under  the  circumstances,  Miriam  Nel- 
son was  superb.  "I'm  going  to  Las  Vegas 
for  a  week  or  two,"  she  said.  "That'll  give 
you  time  to  think  things  out.  Maybe  this 
is  an  infatuation,  a  quick  thing.  Maybe 
you'll  get  it  out  of  your  system." 

Miriam  took  off  for  Vegas,  and  the  Nel- 
son family  friends  descended  upon  Gene. 
"Are  you  crazy?"  one  demanded.  "Is  it 
true  that  you've  asked  Miriam  for  a  di- 
vorce?" .  .  .  "What  sort  of  idiot  are  you, 
anyway?"  .  .  .  "Don't  be  a  jerk,  Gene.  No 
one  gets  divorced  after  ten,  eleven  years." 
....  "Think  of  your  son,  little  Chris."  .  .  . 
"Suppose  you  are  unhappy.  Who  says 
you  have  to  be  happy  all  the  time?" 

They  went  to  work  on  Gene,  and  they 
did  a  fine  job  on  him.  They  got  him  so 
muddled  he  couldn't  find  his  way  home 
nights.  They  advised  him  when  working 
with  Jane  Powell  to  say  nothing  more 
than,  "Good  morning,"  and,  "See  you  at 
work  tomorrow."  They  insisted  that  he 
give  his  marriage  another  try. 

Gene  finally  agreed.  He  rang  up  Miriam 
in  Vegas  and  said,  "Please,  Miriam.  Come 
home,  and  we'll  see  if  it  gets  any  better." 

Miriam  came  home  the  next  evening, 
and  Gene  the  next  day  began  treating 
Janie  Powell  as  if  she  were  a  leper.  Janie 
couldn't  understand  the  quick  change. 
"We  don't  have  to  be  friends,"  she  told 
him  on  the  set — and  there  was  an  unspeak- 
able hurt  in  her  tone,  "but  let's  not  be 
enemies." 

Gene  tried  staying  away  from  Janie. 
"As  the  Lord  is  my  Witness,"  he  says,  "I 
tried  to  make  every  scene  strictly  busi- 
ness. But  it  killed  me.  It  just  did.  By 
trying  to  kill  off  the  love  I  felt  for  Jane 
I  wasn't  building  up  any  more  love  for 
Miram.  It  was  just  useless.  It  didn't 
work.  I  knew  in  my  heart  that  I  was 
completely  gone  on  Janie." 

As  for  Jane,  she  knew  she  had  fallen 
in  love  with  Gene.  They  had  never 
more  than  held  hands,  but  what  she  felt 
for  him  was  more  intense  than  anything 
she  had  ever  felt  for  Geary. 

The  weekend  the  film  was  finished,  Jane 
decided  to  go  down  to  Palm  Springs  with 
Geary  and  to  ask  him  for  a  divorce.  She 
knew  what  such  a  request  would  cost  her 
— friends,  family,  criticism,  tears,  legal 
hassels,  but,  like  Gene,  she  saw  no  point 
in  living  a  lie.  Why  be  unhappy  with 
one  man  for  the  rest  of  your  life  when  you 
could  live  in  joy  with  another? 

She  had  been  a  good  wife  under  many 
trying  circumstances,  none  of  which  had 
ever  been  publicized.  Geary  had  been  a 
good  husband,  but  she  had  fallen  out  of 
love  with  him.  She  wanted  her  freedom, 
and  she  knew  the  price  would  be  heart- 
ache, but  for  love  no  price  is  too  high. 

Jane  Powell  had  not  set  out  to  fall  in 
love.  It  had  just  happened — the  timing, 
the  circumstances,  the  personalities.  Call 
it  destiny  if  you  will.  They  had  all  jelled 
together,  and  she  and  Gene  had  fallen  in 
love. 

As  best  she  could,  and  it  was  extremely 
difficult,  Janie  explained  things  to  her 
husband  and  asked  for  a  divorce.  Geary 
reacted  just  as  Miriam  Nelson  had  re- 
acted. Shock,  hurt,  anger,  vituperation 
— each  had  its  inning. 

Geary  also  suggested  the  possibility  that 
what  Janie  felt  for  Gene  was  not  true 
love,  just  a  mercurial  and  quixotic  at- 
traction. The  talk .  was  heated  and  long 
involved.  Every  man  must  fight  for  his 
happiness,  and  Geary  had  much  to  fight 
for,  but  when  a  man  is  faced  by  a  woman 
who  no  longer  wants  him,  there  is  only 
one  move  to  make,  to  withdraw  with 
graciousness  and  understanding;  and  this 
calls  for  insight,  tolerance,  and  tremen- 


dous  character,  three  qualities  Geary 
Steffen  fortunately  possesses. 

Geary,  however,  did  not  step  aside  and 
say,  "O.K.,  since  Gene  is  getting  his  free- 
dom, I'll  give  you  yours,  and  you  two 
kids  can  fly  to  Nevada,  get  married,  and 
live  happily  ever  after." 

What  he  said  in  substance  was  this:  "I 
think  this  is  just  an  infatuation,  that  in 
time  you'll  get  over  it.  You're  going 
out  on  a  personal  appearance  tour  for  six 
weeks.  You  take  those  six  weeks  and 
think  everything  over.  Weigh  everything 
carefully.  If  after  six  weeks  you  still 
want  a  divorce — well,  we'll  talk  it  over 
again."   A  trial  separation. 

Jane  drove  back  to  Hollywood  alone 
that  night,  and  driving,  she  made  her 
decision.  She  had  a  right  to  a  life  of 
her  own,  a  life  of  love.  She  saw  no 
point  in  spending  another  30  or  40  years 
with  a  man,  however  kind,  admirable 
and  upstanding,  she  no  longer  tempes- 
tuously loved. 

That  night  she  called  Gene  Nelson. 
They  spoke  for  hours.  Gene  knew  what 
a  searing  experience  Janie  had  under- 
gone. He'd  done  the  very  same  thing 
himself  with  Miriam.  Janie  had  two  chil- 
dren to  consider.  Undoubtedly  she  would 
demand  custody  of  them  both.  Her  par- 
ents had  been  divorced,  and  she  knew 
what  life  was  like  for  children  under  such 
circumstances. 

Gene  knew  that  friends  would  "get  to" 
Janie  just  as  they  had  gotten  to  him,  that 
they  would  advise  a  period  of  watchful 
waiting,  cooling  off.  They  would  point  up 
how  much  Janie  had  to  lose,  how  millions 
of  youngsters  looked  to  her  and  Geary  as 
the  symbol  of  happy  young  marriage.  He 
knew  that  Janie,  in  the  final  analysis, 
would  have  to  erect  her  own  bulwark, 
her  own  protection  against  the  barrage  of 
persuasion  urging  her  to  return  to  Geary 
Steffen. 

TP  hey  spoke  and  Gene  then  went  off  on 
-  a  personal  appearance  tour  of  his  own. 
He  played  Toronto.  Strangely  enough, 
Paul  Small,  Janie  Powell's  agent,  had 
booked  his  charge  into  Toronto  months 
previously.  It  was  pure  accident,  not 
design,  that  Janie  Powell  followed  Gene 
into  Toronto. 

Before  leaving  Hollywood,  however, 
Jane  said  definitely,  "I'll  file  for  divorce 
when  I  get  back— unless  there's  a  rec- 
onciliation." She  knew  there  was  no  chance 
for  one. 

Once  Janie  and  Gene  met  in  Toronto, 
they  mapped  out  nebulous  plans  for  their 
future.  Gene  was  flying  back  to  the 
Coast  to  effect  a  financial  settlement  for 
Miriam  and  Chris.  Janie  was  scheduled 
to  play  Las  Vegas  late  in  May  and  early  in 
June. 

In  May,  Geary  Steffen  journeyed  to 
Vegas,  but  there  was  no  reconciliation 
announcement  and  he  left  a  few  days 
later  for  a  fishing  trip  off  the  lower  Cali- 
fornia coast. 

Gene  Nelson  then  flew  into  Las  Vegas. 
He  was  separated  from  Miriam,  and 
Janie  was  separated  from  Geary,  and  he 
saw  nothing  wrong  in  seeking  out  the 
company  of  the  girl  he  loved.  Once  again, 
however,  well-intentioned  friends  insisted 
that  he  and  Jane  refrain  from  seeing  each 
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When  Janie  returned  from  Las  Vegas, 
that's  exactly  what  happened.  The  die 
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for  complete  agreement;  and  luckily  all 
four  parties  involved  are  people  of  stature 
and  intelligence  and  good  will.  As  one 
reporter  recently  commented,  "There's  not 
a  bad  bone  in  those  four  bodies." 

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Steffen  are  hurt.  To  be  wanted  no  longer 
is  a  thrust  which  strikes  deeply  at  one's 
vanity,  but  the  human  equation  being 
what  it  is,  who  can  possibly  explain  why 
people  fall  in  and  out  of  love.  Undoubtedly 
there  are  reasons,  psychological  reasons 
profoundly  imbedded  in  the  lives  and 
backgrounds  of  these  people,  but  as  Miriam 
Nelson  herself  says,  "What  caused  all  this 
is  something  far  greater  than  I  can  ex- 
plain. We're  just  praying  that  eventually 
it  works  out  for  the  good  of  all." 

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ists look  for  "a  fall  guy."  In  this  particu- 
lar instance  they  have  made  Gene  Nelson 
"the  heavy"  which  isn't  very  fair. 

IYTelson  didn't  want  to  fall  in  love  with 
Jane  Powell.  He  realized  that  she 
was  cute,  peppy,  frank,  beautiful,  witty, 
the  possessor  of  charm,  humor,  and  great 
talent.  He  never  made  any  overt  moves, 
never  muttered  one  "fast"  line,  never  at- 
tempted "a  pass"  of  any  kind. 

"It's  almost  impossible,"  he's  said,  "to 
explain  how  we  fell  in  love  ...  or  at  least 
how  I  fell  in  love.  We  started  out  being 
friends  and  then  Janie's  friendship  seemed 
to  become  an  indispensable  part  of  my 
life.  Unless  I  saw  her  or  talked  to  her 
I  felt  miserable.  .  .  .  Sometimes  things  like 
this  happen,  not  only  in  show  business 
but  in  every  business,  every  walk  of  life. 
It  just  gets  played  up  bigger  when  you're 
in  the  movies.  I  feel  that  no  matter  what 
business  a  person  is  in,  he's  entitled  to 


live  his  life  as  an  individual,  if  he  can. 

"I've  looked  into  my  heart.  I've 
searched  my  mind,  and  I'm  trying  to  do 
what's  right.  We're  all  trying  to  do 
what's  right." 

It  is  a  tribute  to  all  the  parties  connected 
in  this  case  that  everything  has  been 
honest  and  aboveboard.  There  have  been 
no  secret  meetings,  no  midnight  ren- 
dezvous, no  recriminations  or  name-call- 
ing. Everyone  has  behaved  sensibly  and 
as  an  adult,  and,  in  times  of  a  crisis,  such 
behavior  is  extremely  rare,  especially  in 
Hollywood. 

Gene  Nelson  and  Jane  Powell  hope  to  get 
married  as  soon  as  their  divorces  become 
final.  This  will  be  in  six  weeks  or  one 
year,  depending  on  the  state  in  which  the 
divorces  are  obtained. 

TV!"  any  years  ago  the  movie  colony  was 
rocked  by  a  similar  marital  earth- 
quake when  Laurence  Olivier,  while  mak- 
ing a  film  with  her,  fell  incredibly  in  love 
with  Vivien  Leigh,  then  the  mother  of  a 
darling  5-year-old  daughter,  Suzanne,  and 
the  wife  of  Herbert  Leigh  Holman,  a  Lon- 
don barrister. 

Realistic  and  intelligent  people,  they 
worked  and  solved  their  own  problems; 
and  in  August  1940  when  their  respective 
divorces  became  final,  Laurence  and 
Vivien  were  married. 

Today  in  sickness  and  in  health,  on- 
stage and  off-stage,  theirs  is  one  of  the 
most  memorable  and  moving  love  affairs 
the  world  has  ever  witnessed. 

With  all  the  fervor  it  possesses  Holly- 
wood hopes  the  same  for  Jane  Powell  and 
Gene  Nelson,  two  fine  kids  who  are 
courageously  obeying  the  dictates  of  their 
hearts  lest  they  have  no  hearts  left  to 
obey.  END 


Hollywood  muddle 


Address  

City  Slate. 


(Continued  from  page  33)  The  testimony 
wasn't  long  in  coming.  Gwen  was  sworn 
in — she  made  a  pretty  picture  on  the  wit- 
ness stand,  cool,  poised,  competent — and 
enumerated  her  marital  sufferings. 

Of  her  smiling,  versatile,  hypochondriacal 
Donald,  she  said,  "He  would  go  out  with 
the  fellows  almost  every  night,  and  if  I 
said  anything,  he  wouldn't  speak  to  me 
for  days.  .  . 

"When  friends  would  come  over  on 
Sunday,  he  would  excuse  himself  for  a 
few  minutes  and  go  out  and  play  golf.  .  .  . 
He  would  go  down  to  the  corner  for  a 
newspaper  and  then  three  hours  later  he 
would  come  home.  That  happened  often 
...  He  went  to  the  fights  three  nights  a 
week  and  played  cards  the  other  nights." 

Nancy  O'Hanlon  agreed  that  such  treat- 
ment had  turned  Gwen  into  a  nervous 
wreck  and  added  that  Don  never  "seemed 
to  want  to  go  out  socially.  He'd  say  he 
was  too  tired  and  had  to  work  tomorrow 
and  then  he'd  disappear." 

Judge  Emme  who  has  never  worked  in 
pictures,  listened  to  the  testimony  and 
then  awarded  Gwen  an  uncontested  de- 
cree of  divorce.  He  also  approved  a  prop- 
erty settlement  agreement  under  which 
Gwen  gets  custody  of  the  couple's  daugh- 
ter Donna,  6,  and  $150  a  month  for  the 
child's  support.  In  addition,  she  received 
20%  of  the  first  $100,000  of  O'Connor's 
adjusted  gross  income,  10%  of  the  second 
$100,000  and  5%  of  everything  else. 

Last  year  Donald  was  good  for  approxi- 
mately $225,000,  and  this  year  he  should 
hit  the  $300,000  mark. 

"C1  urther  provisions  of  the  settlement  gave 
Gwen   the   family    Cadillac,   Don  the 
Jaguar,  Gwen  the  family  home  in  Van 
Nuys,  and  Don  custody  of  "O'Flynn,"  a 


shaggy  Irish  wolfhound  who  in  Gwen's 
words,  "Is  as  big  as  a  horse — or  well,  may- 
be a  Shetland  pony.  Anyway,  he  eats  like 
a  horse.  Costs  $24  a  month  to  feed  him." 

It  was  a  very  amicable  divorce.  No  dirty 
linen  was  washed  in  public.  None  of  the 
basic  reasons  for  the  marital  failure  were 
disclosed,  and  24  hours  after  the  decree  was 
entered  in  the  record,  Gwen,  on  the  arm 
of  Dan  Dailey,  ambled  into  a  Hollywood 
night  club  by  way  of  celebration. 

It  so  happened  that  Donald  O'Connor 
was  .sitting  in  the  same  club.  As  soon  as 
Dailey  caught  sight  of  the  little  guy,  he 
stopped  dead  in  his  tracks  whereupon  the 
headwaiter  approached  and  tactfully  whis- 
pered, "Mrs.  O'Connor,  your  husband — 
that  is,  your  ex-husband  is  here  tonight. 
Just  thought  you  might  like  to  know." 

Gwen  said,  "Thanks,"  and  then  to  Dan, 
"let's  blow,  it  might  be  a  little  embar- 
rassing to  all  of  us." 

Dailey  agreed,  and  the  pair  left.  As  they 
did  another  girl  who  had  dated  Dan  a  few 
years  ago,  was  entering  the  Mocambo  with 
her  escort.  Nodding  at  Gwen,  she  said, 
"That's  Donald  O'Connor's  ex-wife.  I  can't 
figure  her.  Compared  to  Dailey,  Donald's 
an  angel." 

Many  people  in  Hollywood  fail  to  un- 
derstand Gwen's  switch  from  Donald 
O'Connor  to  Dan  Dailey —  unless,  of  course, 
Dan  and  Gwen  have  precipitously  fallen 
in  love.  This,  they  both  deny. 

"Look,"  Gwen  says,  "I've  known  Dan 
for  a  long  time.  He's  perfectly  swell.  We 
like  seeing  each  other  because  we  like 
to  do  the  same  things,  listen  to  music, 
go  to  the  movies,  watch  TV,  hang  around 
in  old  clothes.  We  both  like  horses  and 
right  now  Dan  is  teaching  me  to  jump. 

"My  divorce  doesn't  become  final  for  a 
year;  so  I'm  not  thinking  about  marriage 
— marriage  to  anyone.  The  reason  I'm  not 
playing  the  field  is  that  I'm  very  happy 
going  around  with  Dan.    As  for  Donald, 


he's  the  greatest.  Make  no  doubt  about 
that — the  greatest  guy  you'll  ever  meet. 
It's  just  that  we  couldn't  get  along.  We 
fought  all  the  time — about  such  silly  things. 

"As  a  matter  of  fact,  it  seems  to  me 
we  fought  even  when  we  were  going  to- 
gether. We  just  had  a  different  outlook 
about  everything.  He  likes  golf,  I  like 
tennis.  He  likes  cards.  I  don't.  Things  like 
that. 

"We  were  married  very  young,  and 
maybe  that's  what  was  wrong." 

Dut  Gwen  and  Donald  are  both  intelli- 
AJ  gent  people,  and  they  tried  many 
times  to  save  their  marriage.  They  even 
went  to  psychiatrists  and  both,  in  fact,  are 
still  undergoing  psychoanalysis. 

For  a  while,  friends  thought  that  differ- 
ent religious  beliefs  might  have  wrecked 
the  marriage.  Donald  is  a  Catholic  and 
Gwen  is  Science  of  Mind,  but  Gwen  says, 
"That  had  nothing  to  do  with  it — or  maybe 
it  did.  Anyway,  Donna  is  being  raised  as 
a  Catholic,  and  if  you  know  anything 
about  Science  of  Mind  you  know  that  when 
you  come  of  age,  you'll  think  properly  of 
the  important  things.  Religion  had  noth- 
ing to  do  with  it,  and  neither  did  career. 

"I  keep  reading  about  how  I  wanted  a 
career.  That's  not  true.  I'm  not  even  am- 
bitious. It's  just  that  well — I  guess  you'd 
call  it  mis-mated  from  the  beginning." 

"About  Gwen  and  Dan  Dailey,  that's 
a  funny  bit,  because  the  O'Connors  knew 
the  Daileys  way  back  when,  before  Dan 
and  Liz  Dailey  were  divorced.  Whether 
it's  a  question  of  one  understanding  the 
other  I  don't  know,  but  Gwen  and  Dan 
have  been  seeing  an  awful  lot  of  each 
other.  Something  may  come  of  it,  but  I 
doubt  it.  Dailey  has  no  staying  power. 
Besides,  my  own  belief  is  that  he  still  is 
very  much  in  love  with  Liz." 

Liz  Hofert,  of  course,  is  Dailey's  second 
wife  and  the  mother  of  his  son.  A  tall, 
blonde  beauty  who  was  raised  in  Los 
Angeles,  she,  too,  made  the  mistake  of 
marrying  very  early.  Her  parents  were 
none  too  pleased  with  her  selection  of 
Dan  for  a  husband,  but  it  was  during  the 
war,  and  they  went  along  with  her  selec- 
tion; and  in  the  end,  Liz  knew  she  had 
chosen  incorrectly. 

She  still  sees  a  great  deal  of  Dan,  how- 
ever—they both  love  to  ride;  and,  of 
course,  they  have  a  child  in  common.  Even 
though  Liz  has  been  consistently  coupled 
with  Bob  Neal,  a  personable  and  very 
wealthy  young  man  from  Houston,  Texas, 
every  week  or  so  there  is  prominently 
mentioned  in  the  press  the  possibility  of 
Dan's  re-marrying  Liz. 


T\  ailey,  who  is  the  key  to  this  Hollywood 
muddle,  claims  to  have  found  himself, 
to  have  everything  under  control,  to 
know  the  score,  to  be  masterminding 
his  destiny.  A  few  years  ago  he  was 
mentally  disturbed  and,  with  great  wisdom, 
checked  in  at  the  Menninger  Clinic  in 
Kansas  for  psychiatric  help. 

He  was  taught  about  psychotherapy, 
milieu  therapy,  working  with  his  hands 
to  divert  his  mental  obsessions;  and  there 
is  no  doubt  that  he  is  a  tremendously 
improved  person.  And  yet  he  lives  alone 
in  a  five-room  apartment  next  to  Bob 
Wagner's;  he  has  few  male  friends,  chaotic 
periods  of  melancholia,  and  the  unerring 
faculty  of  lousing  himself  up  with  women. 

A  few  months  ago,  for  example,  before 
he  started  dating  Gwen  O'Connor  and 
seeing  a  good  deal  of  his  ex-wife,  he  was 
supposedly  scheduled  to  marry  Beetsy 
Wynn,  the  wife  of  Keenan  Wynn  just  as 
soon  as  she  could  obtain  a  Mexican  di- 
vorce. 

Just  how,  where,  and  why  he  started 
going  with  Keenan  Wynn's  wife  is  one  of 
those  Hollywood  mysteries  into  which  one 


must  not  delve  too  deeply.  Apparently, 
he  met  her  at  the  Del  Mar  Horse  Show  last 
June — Beetsy  is  another  horse  enthusiast — 
and  these  two  took  it  up  from  there.  It 
developed  into  a  sizzling  romance  with 
serious  overtones,  because  by  Christmas 
Beetsy  had  obtained  Keenan's  okay  for  a 
Mexican  divorce  and  had  announced  her 
impending  marriage  to  Dan  Dailey. 

But  after  obtaining  the  divorce  there 
was  no  marriage. 

It  was  an  awful  mess,  especially  em- 
barrassing to  Beetsy;  for  here  was  a  girl 
who  had  given  up  one  husband  with  the 
stated  intention  of  getting  another — except 
that  at  the  last  minute  her  intended  had 
flown  the  coop. 

Poor  Beetsy.  She  had  to  eat  humble  pie. 
"Dan  and  I  have  decided,"  she  was  forced 
to  announce,  "that  our  proposed  marriage 
would  not  work  out.  All  plans  are  off." 
After  that  she  got  terribly  sick.  But  Dan 
rode  the  crisis  like  the  stalwart  he  is.  He 
didn't  let  it  get  him.  He  went  right  on 
making  motion  pictures,  playing  his 
records,  exercising  his  horses. 


A  s  any  horse -player  knows,  there  are 
-ri  two  outstanding  criteria  for  judging 
horse  flesh:  blood-lines  and  past  perform- 
ance. 

On  that  basis,  friends  predict  that  Gwen 
O'Connor  is  going  to  wind  up  behind  the 
eight  ball  if  she  continues  to  spend  too 
much  of  her  time  with  Dailey. 

Not  that  Dan  isn't  the  most  charming, 
thoughtful,  witty,  and  well-bred  gentle- 
man— even  when  he  was  in  burlesque  the 
chorus  girls  used  to  say  he  had  class — it's 
just  that  he's  determined  to  escape  mar- 
riage "Until  I  find  a  girl  with  whom  I 
can  live  my  own  life."  It's  just  that  girls 
fall  in  love  with  Dan,  and  he  doesn't  fall  in 
love  with  them.  He  likes  their  company, 
but  he  lives  in  a  private  world  all  of  his 
own,  a  world  he  is  constitutionally  in- 
capable of  sharing. 

Any  marriage  to  be  successful  must 
feature  compromise  and  self-sacrifice,  an 
equal  amount  of  give  and  take  by  both 
parties.  What  Dan  is  looking  for  is  some 
mythical  woman  who  will  slavishly  make 
his  interests  her  interests,  who  will  sub- 
merge her  personality  to  his,  who  will  go 
along  with  his  horses,  cups,  drums,  records, 
water-skis,  and  woodwork. 

Just  how  much  he  is  willing  to  go  along 
with  the  girl's  interests  he  isn't  saying. 

What  Dan  hasn't  yet  learned  is  that 
a  marriage  based  solely  on  a  man's  terms 
is  no  marriage  at  all. 

Unfortunately,  there  are  many  girls 
who  will  accept  marriage  on  any  terms.  It 
is  said  in  Hollywood,  for  example,  that  if 
Dan  Dailey  asked  her,  Liz  Hofert  would 
re-marry  him  in  a  minute.  Having  been 
married  to  Dan  in  his  most  unstable  years, 
however,  Liz  is  not  going  to  be  burned 
again.  She  loves  spending  time  with  her 
ex-husband,  because  he  is  a  most  enter- 
taining and  amusing  man,  and  there  aren't 
many  like  him  in  town — but  that's  as  far 
as  it  goes,  which  suits  Dailey  to  perfec- 
tion. 

In  fact  he  finds  himself  in  an  envied 
position.  He  doesn't  want  to  get  married; 
and  he  has  two  gorgeous  females,  Gwen 
who  can't  even  think  of  marriage  for  at 
least  a  year,  and  Liz  who  having  had  him 
as  a  steady  diet,  will  now  take  him  only  in 
short  doses. 

A  s  for  Donald  O'Connor,  the  fourth  party 
in  this  quadrangle — friends  say  that 
he  is  really  the  happiest  of  them  all.  He 
has  a  dog,  a  house,  a  Jaguar,  and  a  psychi- 
atrist. 

No  sweetheart — not  yet,  anyway.  END 

(Don's   latest   picture   is   Walking  My 
Baby  Back  Home.) 


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(Continued  from  page  38)  article  is  to  ex- 
plain some  honest  facts  in  the  most  simple 
terms.  For  instance,  the  story  about  Terry 
Moore  and  the  barbell  training:  it  may  seem 
startling,  but  it  is  true  that  a  considerable 
number  of  Hollywood  career  girls  are  now 
working  regularly  with  the  barbell  system. 
They  consider  it  very  important  not  only 
in  the  development  of  perfect  bodies,  but  in 
the  matter  of  facial  beauty  as  well.  They 
could,  of  course,  concentrate  in  such  a 
manner  as  to  become  tremendously  strong 
and  be  able  to  toss  their  gentlemen  friends 
around  at  will.  That  isn't  their  goal,  for  any 
girl  wants  to  retain  and  improve  her  femi- 
nine appeal.  She  can't  do  that  with  muscles. 

Unfortunately,  an  unreasoning  prejudice 
has  grown  up  about  dumbbell  and  barbell 
work,  which  is  to  the  effect  that  they  are 
employed  purely  as  strength  builders. 
Nothing  could  be  more  wrong.  Of  course, 
you  will  hear  people  say,  "If  you  begin 
lifting  barbells  and  weights,  you'll  soon  be- 
come muscle  bound."  Or,  "Once  you  start 
that  sort  of  exercise  you'll  build  up  mus- 
cles where  they  shouldn't  be,  and  when 
those  muscles  sag  you'll  be  worse  off  than 
you  were  in  the  beginning."  Such  state- 
ments, you  may  be  sure,  are  made  largely 
by  those  who  are  too  lazy  to  take  care  of 
their  physical  well  being.  Anyone  who  has 
never  tried  a  resistance  exercise  is  prone 
to  scoff  at  it. 

The  truth  is  that  this  type  of  exercise  can 
make  any  girl  look  better  in  her  bra  or 
bathing  suit  and  can  develop  portions  of 
the  body  which  need  filling  in  or  smooth- 
ing out.  Take  the  matter  of  legs,  for  in- 
stance. In"  an  earlier  day  any  girl  who  be- 
came a  ballet  or  acrobatic  dancer  simply 
accepted  the  fact  that  as  the  years  went  by 
her  legs  would  turn  ugly  as  the  result  of 
bulging  calves  turned  soft  and  strong 
ankles  turned  thick.  Today,  these  growing 
faults  are  prevented  through  scientific  re- 
sistant exercise.  The  supple  figures  of 
movie  celebrities  like  Vera-Ellen  and  Mitzi 
Gaynor  are  absolute  proof  of  this  assertion. 
They  work  out  regularly  and  have  the  time 
of  their  lives  doing  it. 

To  further  substantiate  my  points,  how 
often  have  you  heard  people  exclaim,  after 
watching  the  "I  Love  Lucy"  show,  "How 
does  she  do  it?  Why,  she's  beautiful.  And 
what  an  exquisite  figure!  Lucille  Ball  was 
a  star  in  pictures  15  years  ago,  yet  she 
looks  lovelier  than  ever.  I  guess  she's  just 
one  of  those  people  who  will  photograph 
young  when  she's  50!"  All  of  this  is  true, 
but  a  more  significant  truth  is  that  Lucille 
Ball  began  taking  care  of  her  beauty  when 
many  a  glamor  girl  who  has  since  been 
forgotten  was  busy  squandering  her  charm. 

Tucille  Ball  is  absolute  proof  of  the  fact 
J  that  you  can  establish  your  own 
"beauty  bank"  by  making  regular  deposits 
while  you  are  young.  Then  as  you  grow 
into  your  20's  and  30's,  you  can  go  on  mak- 
ing deposits  and  you  can  "draw"  on  your 
savings  the  rest  of  your  life.  For  example, 
Lucy  regained  her  figure  very  quickly  after 
the  birth  of  her  baby.  Her  early  physical 
"savings"  helped  her  through  this  period. 
On  the  other  hand,  Shelley  Winters  recent- 
ly came  to  my  Health  Club  shortly  after 
her  motherhood  experience.  She  had  never 
taken  a  regular  course  of  physical  exer- 
cises. Yet,  she  had  the  characteristic  which 
is  a  basic  factor  in  her  success.  She  can 
work  and  concentrate.  She  has  slimmed 
down  beautifully  and  never  looked  better 
in  her  life. 

Increasingly  apparent  to  doctors  and 
people  in  every  walk  of  life  is  the  fact  that 
physical  education  is  not  merely  an  over- 
all strength  builder.  Research  has  now 
established  what  we  in  our  profession  have 


long  known — that  almost  any  portion  of  the 
body  may  be  completely  changed  if  a  girl 
will  cooperate.  For  instance,  some  years 
back  Paulette  Goddard's  hips  and  thighs 
were  growing  heavy.  Instead  of  saying  to 
herself,  "Well,  that's  just  the  way  I'm 
built,"  she  went  to  work  with  me.  By  per- 
sistent exercise  her  legs  became  so  slim 
and  supple  that  she  won  considerable  fame 
by  wearing  scanty  costumes  in  musical 
pictures.  I  didn't  do  this  for  her.  She  did 
it  for  herself. 

Then,  there  is  Betty  Grable  and  Bar- 
bara Stanwyck,  both  of  whom  are  so  at- 
tractive that  they  could  well  win  a  nomi- 
nation for  a  Perpetual  Beauty  Oscar.  Their 
figures  didn't  grow  old  while  their  faces 
remained  young.  Both  Betty  and  Barbara 
draw  wolf  whistles  when  they  cross  a 
studio  lot.  Neither  of  them  maintained  their 
over  all  beauty  through  the  application  of 
overnight  miracles. 

Unfortunately,  in  this  age  of  perfection 
and  specialization,  the  larger  percentage  of 
young  people  begin  at  an  early  age  to  turn 
into  "sitters"  instead  of  "doers."  This  is 
because  vast  numbers  of  Americans  thrill 
to  the  excitement  of  a  professional  sports 
event.  Following  the  very  active  sports  life 
of  their  high  school  days,  only  a  small 
number  carry  on  with  regular  sports  activ- 
ities as  they  reach  their  20's.  Undoubtedly, 
the  heavily  increasing  population  has  led 
us  to  a  concentration  of  apartment  house 
life.  Thousands  of  young  women  no  longer 
enjoy  gardening.  They  don't  play  golf  be- 
cause golf  courses  are  disappearing,  and 
therefore  have  become  expensive.  Tennis 
courts  are  no  longer  several  to  the  square 
mile.  Swimming  pools  are  the  toys  of  the 
successful  folk  who  spend  more  time  sitting 
at  the  water's  edge  than  in  the  enjoyment 
of  one  of  the  finest  body  conditioning  ex- 
ercises. Places  to  ride  horseback,  to  hike, 
hunt  and  fish  are  yearly  becoming  more 
remote. 

HThis  means  that  today's  young  lady  must 
find  an  absolutely  sure  way  to  add  lus- 
tre to  her  beauty.  Miracles  of  modern 
makeup  cannot  do  the  job  alone.  It  is  a 
sad  fact  that  our  mirrors  usually  reflect 
only  what  we  want  to  see.  A  girl  can  make 
up  very  carefully,  look  at  herself  and  be 
pleased  at  the  result.  She  fails  to  think 
how  much  more  attractive  she  could  be  if 
her  face  reflected  a  basic  glow  of  perfect 
health.  Frequently  mothers  and  dads  seem 
boring  with  their  warnings  about  "Burning 
the  candle."  The  daughter  afterwards 
makes  a  casual  self  inspection,  and  after  a 
quick  glance  the  daughter  says  to  herself, 
"Oh,  I'm  not  slipping,  really."  Or,  "I've 
been  on  the  merry-go-round  recently.  I'll 
be  as  good  as  new  after  a  couple  of  nights' 
sleep."  What  a  mistake! 

Psychiatrists  will  tell  you  that  their  in- 
creasing number  of  young  patients  come 
largely  from  those  who  cannot  face  the 
truth  about  themselves.  More  than  one  has 
•  said  to  me:  "If  young  women  from  their 
teens  on  will  form  constant  patterns  of 
proper  physical  exercise,  they  will  remain 
attractive  and  youthful  far  beyond  what 
has  come  to  be  normal  expectation.  With 
the  happy  viewpoint  that  results  from 
physical  well  being,  they  will  not  wind  up 
a  few  years  hence  with  nervous  ailments, 
and  they  will  have  a  far  greater  chance  to 
make  a  success  of  their  careers  and  mar- 
riages." 

You  may  be  surprised  to  know  that  psy- 
chiatrists, doctors,  lawyers  and  priests  are 
regular  clients  at  not  only  Terry  Hunt's 
but  other  health  institutions.  Not  long  ago 
one  of  my  priest  friends  said  to  me,  "Terry, 
you  may  be  interested  to  know  that  the 
young  people  who  are  most  spiritually 
happy  in  my  parish  are  those  who  lead 
active  physical  lives  in  some  sort  of  sport. 
Their  minds  are  always  the  most  receptive 
to  the  truth.  On  the  other  hand,  almost  al- 


ways,  the  young  ladies  who  view  their 
beauty  as  a  special  gift  are  those  who 
eventually  fail  in  marriage.  It's  hard  to 
make  them  realize  that  beauty  is  not 
heaven  sent.'" 

Now  I  know  that  some  readers  of  Modern 
Screen  at  this  moment  may  be  smiling 
sardonically  and  saying,  "Oh,  this  Terry 
Hunt — get  him — giving  off  with  a  lot  of 
clever  arguments  which  are,  after  all,  just 
words.  Fm  not  going  to  rush  out  and  buy 
a  set  of  dumbbells  complete  with  instruc- 
tions just  on  his  say-so  that  it  will  make 
me  live  happily  ever  after.  If  he's  such  an 
expert,  why  doesn't  he  say  something  con- 
crete?'" 

All  right,  I  will.  If  this  article  has  made 
no  real  sense  to  you  at  this  point,  you  are 
either  neurotic  or  lazv.  Worse,  vou  mav 
be  both! 

I  challenge  you  to  take  this  simple  test, 
if  you  are  between  the  ages  of  16  and  35. 
Just  answer  the  following  questions  truth- 
fully: 

1.  Have  you  had  a  physical  checkup  this 
year? 

2.  Do  you  engage  in  some  sport  at  least 
twice  a  week? 

3.  Do  you  sleep  at  least  eight  hours 
every  night? 

4.  Do  you  take  some  form  of  routine 
physical  exercise  (not  counting  house- 
work) for  15  minutes  every  day? 

5.  Do  you  participate  at  least  once  a 
week  in  a  purely  mental  game,  such  as 
bridge,  canasta,  chess  or  checkers? 

6.  Do  you  have  a  good  appetite? 

7.  Do  you  seldom  worry? 

8.  Can  you  gain  or  lose  weight  success- 
fully? 

9.  Are  you  known  for  your  good  dispo- 
sition? 

10.  Do  you  attend  some  church  regu- 
larly? 

At  this  point  you  should  have  guessed 
that  if  all  ten  questions  w-ere  answered 
with  an  immediate  yes,  you  have  verv 
little  to  worry  about  when  it  comes  to  all 
around  beauty  and  happiness,  other  than 
your  own  good  taste  in  clothes  and  a  small 
amount  of  luck  in  finding  the  right  man 
or  the  best  job. 

f"  Er's  examine  the  necessity  for  the  yes 
^  to  each  question.  Without  a  doctor's 
physical  checkup,  you  leave  yourself  open 
to  the  damaging  effects  of  some  ailment 
beyond  your  control — an  illness  that  might 
be  checked  through  early  detection.  Item 
number  two:  the  necessity  for  some  physi- 
cal sport  which  provides"  fairlv  strenuous 
exercise,  whether  it  be  bowling  or  long 
walks,  should  be  obvious,  but  because  it 
is  obvious,  people  are  too  often  careless. 
Just  as  careless  as  they  are  when  thev  sit 


up  too  late  at  night,  whether  in  a  beer 
parlor  or  in  front  of  a  television  set.  Any- 
one who  declares  that  she  can  "get  along" 
on  five  or  six  hours  of  sleep  every  night  is 
running  headlong  toward  an  early  old  age. 

Still  facing  the  truth — fairly  strong  exer- 
cise twice  a  week  is  something  one  must  be 
conditioned  to.  That's  where  the  15  minutes 
a  day  comes  in.  Equally  as  necessary  is  the 
"mental  exercise,"  by  which  I  mean  not 
just  reading,  but  something  that  keeps  your 
mind  on  its  toes,  even  if  it's  onlv  a  cross- 
word puzzle. 

If  you  can  answer  the  first  five  questions 
in  the  affirmative,  then  I  have  good  news 
for  you.  It  is  almost  impossible  not  to  give 
a  yes  answer  to  the  last  five.  Why?  That's 
elementary.  Your  good  appetite,  lack  of 
worry,  will  to  gain  or  reduce  your  weight 
and  maintain  a  happy  disposition  alwavs 
are  all  the  natural  result  of  performing 
the  first  five  points. 

That  brings  us  to  the  important  tenth 
question.  Having  been  able  to  answer  ves 
to  all  nine  questions  honestly  means  that 
you  are  a  normal,  healthy  and  happy  indi- 
vidual. Being  so  you  will  certainlv  have 
already  realized  tha-t  you  can  control  your 
own  physical  well  being,  perhaps  even  in 
the  face  of  a  serious  handicap.  Once  having 
achieved  that,  you  then  know  that  the 
complete  fulfillment  of  the  meaning  of 
your  life  as  an  individual  can  be  found 
only  through  participation  with  your  j 
friends  and  loved  ones  in  things  spiritual. 
Thus,  to  make  a  beginning,  all  you  need  do 
is  answer  the  first  or  the  tenth  question 
with  a  truthful  yes.  If  you  are  intelligent 
and  honest  with  yourself,  vou  can  begin 
at  either  end  of  the  test  and  achieve  the 
same  result. 

T  know  I  nave  sounded  "preachy."  I  in- 
tended to.  There  is  no  quick  cure  that 
will  make  you  happy  with  your  facial  or 
bodily  appearance.  Not  all  of  you  will  be 
able  to  take  exactly  the  same  exercises  as 
illustrated  by  the  attractive  young  actress, 
Gloria  Gordon,  who  posed  for  the  photo- 
graphs accompanying  this  article.  Some  of 
you,  however,  can  locate  an  inexpensive, 
well  supervised  gym  in  your  own  neigh- 
borhood. Those  who  can't  certainly  can 
carry  on  with  the  simple  exercises  you 
learned  in  your  gym  classes  at  school, 
being  careful  to  start  slowly  and  stop  be- 
fore you  are  tired. 

Here.  I  cannot  resist  this  final  warning: 
unless  you  are  prepared  to  follow  this 
simple  program  for  one  entire  year  in  order 
to  make  it  a  lasting  habit,  a  lot  of  vou  are 
going  to  "fall  off  the  wagon"  of  this  valu- 
able health  and  beauty  program. 

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(Continued  from  page  35)  been  hard  to 
convince  it's  really  going  to  happen,  which 
is  the  only  thing  that  would  put  it  in  the 
miracle  class  as  far  as  we're  concerned. 
For  a  long  time,  shett  keep  asking  me. 
Are  you  sure  the  doctors  couldn't  be  mis- 
:aken,  you're  positive  everything's  going 
:o  be  all  right?'  She's  had  it  mixed  up 
•vith  a  studio  option,  that  they  drop  or  pick 
jp.  Now  she's  convinced.  We're  sure  all 
ight." 

"And  it's  so  nice  that  other  people  care," 
;aid  Miss  Mayo.  "But  you  get  a  little 
;mbarassed — " 

"We've  gone  through  some  pretty  misty- 
yed  sessions,"  said  O'Shea.  "Motherhood 
pelled  with  the  biggest  capital  'M'  vou 
very  saw  or  heard.  Well,  that's  all  right. 
3ut  we  want  to  take  it  in  our  stride,  too." 
Be  waved  a  hand  at  the  stable  area.  "You 
link   motherhood   isn't  out  there?  The 


mares  have  their  foals,  nowhere  guys  at 
first,  and  then  you  watch  them  grow"  into 
independence.  Well  and  good.  See  that 
little  Mexican,  one  of  the  laborers?  He  has 
ten  children." 

O'Shea  breathed  deeply.  •'Don't  let  me 
talk  myself  out  on  a  limb,"  he  said.  "We 
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over  at  the  house  and  he  was  punching  his 
mother.  Luckily,  the  kid's  no  Marciano 
but  he  was  trying.  Well,  the  parents  be- 
lieve he  should  express  himself,  and 
when  he  .  gets  out  of  control,  they  figure 
they're  to  blame,  which  maybe  they  are 
but  not  for  the  reasons  they  think.  So 
here  the  kid  is  tagging  his  mother  with 
straight  lefts  and  right  hooks  and  after 
a  while  she  figures  it's  time  to  go  back  to 
her  corner  and  let  her  seconds  work  her 
over,  so  she  says  to  Junior,  'Why  don't 
you  go  punch  the  bag  for  a  while  and 
pretend  it's  Mommy?'  And  the  kid  says, 
'Naah,  I'd  rather  hit  you  and  pretend 
you're  a  punching  bag.'  All  right,  so  maybe 
the  kid  has  been  reading  Joe  Miller,  but 
that's  not  the  point.  No  son  of  the  O'Sheas 
will  get  by  with  that  kind  of  thing.  And 
no  daughter  of  the  O'Sheas  would  try  it. 
No,  frankly,  I'm  crazy  about  little  girls. 
But  let's  not  make  it  into  an  issue." 

"They're  less  of  a  problem  in  other 
ways,  too,"  said  Miss  Mayo.  "Once  in  a 
while  I  get  frightened  about  youngsters 
today,  and  the  boys  are  worse.  Gang  fights, 
dope — it's  unbelievable.  I  wish  I  knew 
what  the  matter  was." 

"I  wish  I  knew,"  said  O'Shea.  "But  we 
sort  of  hope  all  that's  shaken  out  by  the 
time  our  son's  old  enough  to  know  or 
care.  Anyway,  we're  going  to  make  provi- 
sion against  it.  Listen  to  that  now,  I'm 
talking  about  a  son,  and  we  don't  even 
know.  Why  will  people  always  do  that?" 

'"Phe  "provision"  became  evident  as  time 
went  on  and  the  sun  grew  hotter  and 
Miss  Mayo  more  relaxed  and  the  bulldog 
more  mysteriously  frantic.  The  symposium 
was  taking  place  in  the  O'Shea  patio, 
flanked  by  three  sides  of  the  ranch  house. 
The  house  is  handsome  and  comfortable 
and  stands  on  considerable  space,  but  there 
is  some  doubt  as  to  whether  it  will  ac- 
commodate the  new  O'Shea  as  well  as 
those  currently  resident.  The  planning  on 
this  detail  is  extensive  but  still  nebulous. 
The  O'Shea  ranch  features  among  other 
props  a  pair  of  the  longest  horns  a  long- 
horn  steer  ever  parted  with;  a  lady  cook 
who  insults  O'Shea  with  impunity  and 
whose  talents  with  a  ladle  are  astonishing, 
and  two  very  large  paintings  of  Miss  Mayo, 
one  portrait  and  the  other  as  Diana  the 
Huntress.  She  looks  wonderful  in  both. 

"We  could  build  on  the  east  wing,"  said 
Miss  Mayo,  "but  it  adjoins  my  dressing- 
room,  and  might  not  work  out.  The  west 
wing's  mostly  kitchen." 

"Or  right  behind  here,"  said  O'Shea. 
"Enclose  the  patio  entirely.  But  the  thing 
they  do  usually  in  this  problem,  honey,  is 
build  up." 

"Up?" 

"Right  on  the  roof.  The  house'll  support 
it  all  right.  Whole  nursery,  complete  with 
nurse.  Of  course,  we've  thought  about 
moving.  But  to  get  a  place  the  size  we 
want,  we'd  have  to  go  over  to  Beverly  Hills 
or  some  place  like  that,  spend  $90,000  or 
$100,000,  and  we  haven't  got  that  kind  of 
money.  Besides,  we  could  never  get  out 
of  this  what  we  put  into  it.  I  think  we 
stay." 

It  sounded  logical.  So  what  about  the 
child's  name? 

The  O'Sheas  regarded  each  other  with 
mild  surprise. 

"We  don't  know,"  she  said. 

"Haven't  thought  much  about  it,"  said 
O'Shea.  "I  just  know  it'll  be  simple,  John 
or  Mary,  Virginia  or,  maybe,  Michael. 
It  won't  be  Beauregard  or  Consuelo  or 
one  of  those  professional  Irish  handles  like 
Kevin  or  Sean,  God  save  the  Irish  just  the 
same.  Fatso's  name  is  Jones,  you  know." 

"Virginia  Jones,"  said  Virginia  Mayo. 
"Of  St.  Louis." 

As  one  of  the  Jones  girls  from  St.  Louis, 
Virginia  always  wanted  to  be  a  film  ac- 


tress, whereas  Mr.  O'Shea  never  doubted 
that  show  business  was  his  forte.  In  other 
respects,  however,  they  complement  one 
another  from  opposite  borders  of  the 
psyche.  Miss  Mayo's  early  life  was  rela- 
tively cloistered,  and  however  sportif  the 
parts  she  occasionally  has  played,  she  is  a 
decorous,  withdrawn  woman. 

While  her  leading  man,  M.  O'S.,  was  bat- 
ting around  the  country  in  various  phases 
of  entertainment  and  stealing  a  long  lead 
on  Miss  Mayo  as  far  as  picture  fame 
went,  Miss  Mayo  began  her  thesping  in 
vaudeville,  shortly  after  graduation  from 
high  school  in  St.  Louis.  The  top  man  of 
the  act  was  one  Andy  Mayo,  whose  last 
name  Virginia  preempted.  That's  how  that 
happened.  And  by  and  by,  the  act  became 
a  feature  of  an  Eddie  Cantor  show  called 
Banjo  Eyes,  which  meant  Broadway. 
Which  led  to  Billy  Rose. 

Billy  Rose  was  and  is  an  impresario 
who  saw  Miss  Mayo  with  Cantor,  be- 
thought himself  of  how  nice  she'd  look  in 
his  night  club,  the  Diamond  Horseshoe, 
and  persuaded  her  to  stop  around.  Which 
led  to  Samuel  Goldwyn. 

Samuel  Goldwyn  knew  Billy  Rose,  just 
as  Billy  Rose  knew  Eddie  Cantor.  Samuel 
Goldwyn  went  to  the  Diamond  Horseshoe 
one  night.  He  said  to  Miss  Mayo:  "Would 
you  like  to  work  in  pictures?"  Miss  Mayo 
said,  covering  the  subject  in  her  usual 
verbose  style:  "Yes."  Which  led  to  Holly- 
wood. 

She  appeared  for  Mr.  Goldwyn  in  four 
pictures  opposite  Danny  Kaye,  then  as  the 
grasping  wife  of  Dana  Andrews  in  the 
much-honored  The  Best  Years  Of  Our 
Lives.  She  thus  became  a  film  star  and 
met  other  film  stars.  Which  led  to  Michael 
O'Shea. 

Which  led  to  marriage  on  July  5,  1947. 

Miss  Mayo  doesn't  expect  to  be  working 
any  more  until  the  baby  comes — "unless 
they  can  cast  me  in  a  wheelchair" — but  her 
backlog  is  in  good  shape,  including 
South  Sea  Woman  with  Warners  and 
Devil's  Canyon  with  RKO.  That  won't 
make  much  difference.  The  master  of  the 
house  is  richly  rewarded  for  his  own  acting 
chores  whenever  he  tears  himself  away 
from  manual  duties. 

O'Shea  resumed  the  thread,  or  a  vagrant 
end  of  the  thread.  "I'll  tell  you  this,"  he 
said.  "The  O'Shea  progeny,  boy  or  girl, 
will  understand  the  reasons  for  the  orders 
his  parents  give  him,  and  there  I  go  on 
that  'him'  again.  Okay,  pretend  it's  a  boy. 
If  we  tell  him  to  do  something  and  he 
wants  to  know  why,  he's  going  to  know. 
Or  whatever  question  he  has  in  mind.  I'm 
stacking  up  a  whole  encyclopedia  just 
so  I'll  be  right,  and  we'll  look  things  up 
together.  We're  going  to  be  friends,  all  of 
us.  I  think  it's  a  big  item." 

"And  a  religious  background,"  said  Miss 
Mayo. 

"A  religious  background,"  agreed  O'Shea. 
"Very  definitely.  Don't  get  us  wrong.  What 
the  child  wants  to  be  when  he  grows  up, 
he's  going  to  be.  I  mean,  he'll  make  his 
own  choice.  Of  course  we  don't  intend  to 
steer  him.  If  he  wants  to  go  into  pic- 
tures— "  • 

"If  he  has  a  talent  for  it,"  said  Miss 
Mayo. 

"If  he  has  a  talent  for  it  and  wants  to 
go  into  pictures,  then  that's  it.  Doctor, 
lawyer,  merchant,  ball  player,  it's  up 
to  him.  But  in  the — the  formative  years, 
we're  going  to  be  sure  he's  bred  with  a 
background  of  religious  decency  and  faith. 
That  goes  back  to  what  we  were  talking 
about,  this  delinquency  pitch.  We  think 
that  with  the  right  fundamentals,  hell  beat 
that.  That's  the  most  important.  Maybe — 
maybe  after  that,  or  in  spite  of  that,  maybe 
there's  nothing  you  can  do,  maybe  he'll  be 
wild  just  the  same,  what  they  call  a  bad 
boy.  With  this  one  for  a  mother,  I  don't 


SHORTHAND 


see  how  it  could  happen,  but  they  tell  me 
it  happens.  But  we'll  have  done  all  we 
could." 

W/"hat  of  the  rather  delicate  problem 
*'  of  getting  him  used  to  the  circum- 
stances that  his  parents  will  on  the  whole, 
be  pronouncedly  more  celebrated  than  the 
parents  of  the  children  with  whom  he  will 
associate? 

"We're  not  worried  about  it,"  said  Miss 
Mayo. 

"No  problem,"  said  O'Shea.  "We  just 
tell  him  some  people  work  in  factories, 
some  in  offices,  some  this,  some  that.  We 
happen  to  work  in  pictures.  Factories  of 
our  own.  We  tell  him  we're  lucky,  and  it's 
the  truth.  When  he's  old  enough  to  know 
what  gimmick  means,  we  tell  him  we've 
got  that,  too.  But  it  doesn't  affect  him. 
He's  an  individual  in  his  own  right,  with 
his  own  responsibilities.  He's  got  to  do  it." 

The  bulldog  jumped  up  on  Miss  Mayo's 
lap  and  flattened  its  pug-nose  against  her 
straight  one  in  wholehearted  delirium. 
O'Shea  told  it  to  desist  at  the  same  time 
Miss  Mayo  told  it  to  stay  where  it  was. 
The  bulldog  screwed  its  head  around  in 
schizophrenic  bewilderment  and  com- 
promised by  climbing  down  and  giving 
O'Shea  a  dirty  look. 

"You  can  see  I've  got  an  iron  hand,"  he 
said.  "First  time  he's  obeyed  in  six  weeks." 

"Why  don't  you  write  about  bulldogs?" 
asked  Miss  Mayo.  "Everyone  should  write 
about  bulldogs."  The  dog  was  moved  by 
the  accolade.  It  got  back  up  again  and 
licked  her  face.  "All  right  then,  stay 
there,"  said  O'Shea.  It  did. 

And  how  did  the  O'Sheas  feel  about 
secondary  education,  proceeding  on  the 
theory  the  child  would  be  a  son? 

O'Shea  had  thought  about  this  one,  and 
delivered  his  verdict  firmly  and  at  some 
length,  while  Miss  Mayo  bent  on  him 
markedly  tender  and  sympathetic  atten- 
tion. 

"Oh,  yes,"  said  O'Shea,  "he's  going  to 
college.  Somewhere  out  here.  I'm  not  sold 
on  the  Harvard-Yale-Princeton-or-drop- 
dead  tradition.  I  want  him  to  know  animal 
husbandry,  things  like  that,  along  with 
the  rest.  Not  that  they  don't  have  that 
in  the  East,  but  we'd  want  him  somewhere 
near  us,  I  imagine.  But  there's  another 
reason  he's  going.  Let  me  put  it  the  best 
I  can." 

O'Shea  stopped,  took  off  his  baseball 
cap,  rubbed  his  hair,  put  the  cap  on  again, 
turned  to  Miss  Mayo  with  half-lifted 
shoulders,  then  studied  the  toes  of  his 
shoes.  For  him,  it  was  a  long,  long  pause. 

TpiNAixY  he  said:  "He's  going  to  have 
1  what  I  didn't  have,  and  I  don't  mean 
only  education.  I  mean  friends.  Roots  and 
background.  Maybe  you  don't  understand 
that.  But  I  do.  People  like  Virginia  and 
me,  we  know.  Try  this  on  for  size:  I  only 
went  as  far  as  the  fifth  grade  in  school. 
All  right,  that  was  okay  in  some  ways.  I've 
taught  myself  a  lot,  and  naturally  there've 
been  compensations.  I'm  a  show-business 
guy  and  I  know  it.  But  do  you  know,  I 
haven't  got  a  single  friend,  not  a  friend  in 
the  world,  that  I  can  sit  down  with  and  say, 
'Remember  the  time — ?'  Not  one,  can  you 
imagine  that?  I  had  two  pals  when  I  was  a 
kid.  One's  a  priest  now,  a  long  way  from 
here,  and  the  other's  in  Sing  Sing  for  life. 
With  my  son,  if  I  have  a  son,  it's  not  going 
to  be  like  that.  He  won't  be  alone." 

O'Shea  coughed  slightly  and  shifted 
position.  "Don't  make  it  sound  tearful,"  he 
said.  "It  ill  becomes  me.  But  put  it  down 
as  fact.  Try  it  another  way.  People  like, 
uh,  interviewers,  ask  us,  who  do  we  enter- 
tain? Well — we  don't  entertain  anybody! 
We  haven't  got  any  friends.  Have  you  got 
any  friends,  Virginia?" 

"One." 


"You  see?  One  friend.  That's  not  kid- 
ding. Acquaintances,  sure.  We've  got  thou- 
sands of  acquaintances.  But  no  friends. 
Because  no  roots.  That's  how  show  busi- 
ness is.  In  your  business,  too,  maybe.  You 
know  everybody  and  you  don't  know  any- 
body. A  lot  of  very  big  wheels  around 
here  would  tell  you  the  same,  once  they 
had  a  couple  of  drinks.  But  this  one  of 
ours,  he'll  have  friends  from  school,  he'll 
go  back  to  reunions,  he'll  play  Remember- 
the-Time  till  it  comes  out  of  his  ears.  That 
must  be  a  helluva  rich  part  of  life,  that 
remember-the-time  deal.  And  he's  going 
to  have  it. 

"You  know,  they  say  around  here  I'm  a 
social  sort  of  guy,  only  that's  not  the  word 
I  want.  What  is  it?  Greg-something. 
Gregai-ious.  Sure.  I  travel  with  the  Holly- 
wood Stars,  I  go  over  to  the  ball  park  near 
here,  and  at  my  age  I  shouldn't  be  bend- 
ing down  for  grounders,  but  it's  the  com- 
panionship. I'm  making  up  for  what  I 
never  had.  I  live  it  up  now.  But  my  child 
is  going  to  live  it  up  before,  after  and 
between  time.  He's  not  going  to  have  that 
fringe  feeling.  He  or  she. 

"Like  the  other  night,  honey,  I  don't 
know  if  I  told  you,  I  was  in  The  Club  over 
in  Beverly  Hills,  you  know  the  one.  They 
just  call  it  The  Club,  and  all  these  wheels 
belong  to  it,  you  know,  like  doctors  and 
lawyers,  very  substantial  people.  Well, 
this  guy  I  was  with,  he's  a  wheel,  and  he 
wanted  me  to  meet  some  friends,  and  of 
course  I  did.  And  you  know  the  routine, 
the  lawyer  would  say  to  the  doctor:  You 
still  killing  your  patients?'  And  the  doc- 
tor, you  know:  'Don't  believe  anything 
this  shyster  tells  you!'  and  all  that.  In  our 
business,  we  might  call  it  a  little  corny, 
but  it's  the  kind  of  corn  I'd  give  my  eye- 
teeth  to  be  a  part  of.  Little  O'Shea,  he'll 
have  it.  Then  we  went  over  to  meet  the 
wives  of  the  same  men,  and  they  were 
just  as  close,  you  know.  Intimate.  Casual. 
It  was  real  warm.  To  tell  the  truth,  you 
feel  a  little  chilly  being  on  the  outside  of 
it  anyway  when  you've  been  out  as  long 
as  I  have.  You're  never  quite  there,  you 
know  what  I  mean?  Not  that  they  try  to 
make  you  feel  that  way.  They  can't  help  it. 
They've  closed  ranks  long  ago.  That's 
what  I'm  trying  to  say.  These  people, 
they're  all  Los  Angeles  people.  They  grew 
up  together,  went  to  school  together,  I 
don't  know,  got  sort  of  stabilized  together, 
if  you  follow  me.  Very  stable  bunch. 
They've  got  a  lot  to  remember.  What  I've 
got  to  remember,  I'd  rather  not.  And  even 
if  I  wanted  to,  I've  got  nobody  to  remem- 
ber it  with.  But  little  O'Shea,  he's  going 
to  be  lousy  with  all  that.  He's  going  to 
have  it  if  his  old  man  has  to  drag  him 
into  the  registrar's  office  by  his  heels. 
Isn't  that  the  way  you  think  about  it, 
Sugar?" 

"Oh,  yes,"  said  Miss  Mayo,  packing 
quite  a  good  deal  into  it. 

"That's  why  college,"  said  O'Shea. 
"Among  other  things.  But  principally, 
that's  why." 

"You've  forgotten  your  daughter,"  said 
Miss  Mayo. 

"Not  for  a  moment,"  said  O'Shea.  "It's 
just  that  I'd  know  more  about  a  son,  hav- 
ing been  one  once  myself.  This  one  here, 
she'll  do  more  of  the  talking  about  the 
daughter." 

"Oh,  the  same  religious  background," 
said  Miss  Mayo.  "And  then,  everything 
we  can  do  for  her.  Very  good  schools,  nice 
associates — we  hope." 

"A  certain  kind  of  background,"  said 
O'Shea,  "  can  make  you  into  a  certain  kind 
of  snob,  and  it's  not  always  the  back- 
ground you  think.  Mine's  done  it  for  me, 
but  I  insist  it's  a  healthy  snobbery  if  "it 
makes  me  particular  about  the  way  my 
children  are  raised.  I  can't  fool  myself 
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going  to  meet  people  that  aren't  the  best 
for  them.  But  by  then,  they  should  have 
the  perspective  to  see  it.  That  way,  at  least, 
we'll  provide  every  advantage  we  can.  Not 
just  the  schooling  but  an  outdoor,  ranch 
life,  the  kind  we  lead,  and  a  general 
knowledge  of  what  it  takes,  and  knowing 
what's  right  and  what's  wrong.  Then  we 
cross  our  fingers." 

'Shea  went  to  answer  the  phone.  When 
he  came  back,  he  had  resumed  the 
mental  toughness  with  which  he  habitually 
cloaks  himself  and  which  reveals  with  a 
large  amount  of  charm  the  native  intel- 
ligence with  which  he  and  Miss  Mayo 
deal  with  life. 

"Do  you,"  he  asked,  "see  any  spiritual 
radiations  around  Fatso  here?  Of  course, 
it's  early  in  the  game." 

Miss  Mayo,  it  had  to  be  admitted,  looked 
no  more  spiritual  than  usual.  She  looks  a 
trifle  spiritual  whether  enceinte  or  not. 
Miss  Mayo  laughed  encouragingly. 

"This — this  matter,"  said  O'Shea,  "has 
been  approached  on  a  level  we  don't  feel 
quite  up  to.  I  said  that  before,  didn't  I? 
It's  gratifying  in  a  way,  but  we  have  an 
idea  we're  not  any  different  from  other 
parents.  Prospective,  I  mean.  To  put  it 
delicately,  the  same  modus  operandi  pre- 
vails, and  our  baby  is  going  to  look  like 
a  baby,  not  that  that's  bad.  But  some  of 
the  dialogue  that's  gone  on  on  the  subject, 


to  me  it's  been  not  un -nauseating.  Maybe 
the  casting  office  slipped  up  when  it  put 
me  in  a  father  bit.  But  I'm  going  to  be 
rehearsing  hard."  He  went  through  the 
business  with  the  cap  again.  "One  woman 
wanted  to  know  if  I'd  belt  the  kid  around 
if  he  got  out  of  line.  That  would  look  nice, 
wouldn't  it?  Belting  an  infant.  How  much 
of  a  character  am  I  supposed  to  be?  The 
kid  will  learn  by  experience.  He,  she,  it — 
do  you  speak  of  your  kid  as  an  'it' — won't 
be  coddled,  but  I  can't  see  myself  taking 
to  the  bullwhip.  And  Fatso  here  can't 
even  lift  a  bullwhip.  I  think  it'll  be  nice 
if  he  respects  his  old  man,  not  for  my 
sake  but  because  I  wouldn't  be  so  help- 
ful as  a  parent  if  he  didn't.  He's  going  to 
respect  Fatso  anyway,  because  who  could 
help  it?  I  like  the  idea  of  ranch  life  for 
him,  and  learning  naturally  about  what 
comes  naturally,  and  I  think  all  in  easy 
stages,  so  we  don't  have  progressives  on 
our  hands,  giving  Fatso  the  old  one -two 
because  the  punching  bag  hurts  their 
hands.  I  think  we  give  her — let's  make  it 
'her'  for  a  change — a  certain  amount  of 
rein,  but  not  too  much  or  too  little,  and 
we'll  have  to  recognize  how  much  that 
means  when  the  time  comes." 

"Mike,"  said  Miss  Mayo. 

"What?"  said  O'Shea. 

"Lunch,"  said  Miss  Mayo. 

"So  soon?"  said  O'Shea.  "I'd  hardly  got 
my  first  wind."  END 


is  liz  losing  her  beauty? 


(Continued  from  page  36)  and  the  only 
women  who  keep  their  beauty  are  those 
who  do  something  about  it.  There  can  be 
no  physical  loveliness  without  a  depth  of 
soul,  a  dash  of  spirit,  and  a  lively  mind. 

Liz  has  these  things,  but  if  she  does  not 
put  them  to  full  use  the  natural  conse- 
quence will  be  the  way  of  all  flesh.  Since 
her  childhood  there  have  been  evidences 
of  an  unusual  sensitivity.  Her  mother 
tells  of  the  times  when  she  was  ill  and  the 
small  Elizabeth  would  steal  softly  into  her 
mother's  bedroom  and  lay  on  the  pillow 
a  single  rose  which  she  had  picked  from 
the  garden.  When,  at  12  years  of  age,  she 
became  known  to  American  movie  audi- 
ences through  her  role  in  National  Velvet, 
people  noticed  the  unusual  quality  of  the 
child.  She  was,  they  said,  an  'old  soul.' 
Her  memorable  scene  in  the  attic  with 
Anne  Revere  convinced  the  more  discern- 
ing audiences  that  there  was  something 
not  quite  worldly  about  the  girl.  In  the 
ensuing  publicity  they  read  about  Eliza- 
beth's love  of  animals,  how  she  could 
tame  any  wild  thing  and  how,  when  mak- 
ing the  picture,  she  had  insisted  on  doing 
a  dangerous  scene  which  many  stunt  men 
would  turn  down.  King  Charles,  a  horse 
which  stood  17  hands  high  and  whose 
temperament  was  such  that  all  hands  on 
the  set  gave  him  a  wide  berth,  was  sup- 
posed to  come  thundering  down  a  narrow 
road.  The  script  called  for  Elizabeth  to 
stand  in  his  path  and  stop  his  blind 
stampede.  Naturally,  her  mother  objected 
to  her  doing  the  scene,  and  the  director 
was  trying  to  find  a  double  who  would 
dare  the  act  when  Elizabeth  approached 
him  and  pleaded  that  he  let  her  do  it. 
The  horse  had  been  unmanageable  unless 
Elizabeth  was  near  him,  and  she  was  so 
certain  that  he  would  stop  for  her  that 
the  executives  finally  agreed.  The  scene 
was  set  up  and  emergency  medical  aid 
summoned,  and  everyone  on  the  back  lot 
held  his  breath.  The  stallion  was  given 
a  whack  on  the  hind  quarters  that  sent 
him  tearing  down  the  road,  mane  flying 
and  hooves  pounding.  The  small  figure  of 
Elizabeth  moved  out  into  his  path  and 
held  her  ground,  her  arms  stretched  wide. 


Mrs.  Taylor,  on  the  sidelines,  almost 
fainted,  and  the  cameramen  got  ready  to 
jump.  King  Charles  continued  his  charge 
until  within  a  few  feet  of  Elizabeth,  and 
then  he  slid  to  a  stop  and  walked  a  few 
steps  to  gently  nuzzle  her  shoulder. 

No  one  who  watched  this  incident  came 
away  without  the  conviction  that  this 
youngster  had  the  courage  of  a  com- 
mando and  a  strange,  St.  Francis-like 
power  over  animals.  It  certainly  proved 
that  she  had  a  depth  people  did  not  under- 
stand, and  inasmuch  as  such  a  quality 
seldom  leaves  a  human  being,  it  can  be 
assumed  that  the  Elizabeth  Taylor  of  to- 
day is  still  blessed  with  it. 

It  proved,  too,  that  she  has  spirit,  yet 
currently  she  shows  little  of  it.  It  is  pos- 
sible that  the  pressures  of  her  movie 
career,  at  their  height  during  her  forma- 
tive adolescent  years,  have  taken  the 
starch  out  of  Liz.  It  is  also  highly  prob- 
able that  the  heartbreak  of  her  tragic 
marriage  to  Nicky  Hilton  further  removed 
her  gumption.  At  any  rate,  she  spends  her 
life  today  in  idyllic  bliss  on  her  hilltop 
with  second  husband  Michael  Wilding. 
They  seldom  leave  the  house,  a  natural  cir- 
cumstance considering  the  existence  of 
their  baby,  yet  it  seems  unusual  that  Liz 
can't  be  pried  off  the  hilltop  for  anything 
except  emergencies  or  studio  orders. 

The  fact  proves  her  present  happiness 
in  her  role  as  Mrs.  Michael  Wilding  and 
mother  of  the  small  Mike,  but  on  the 
other  hand  this  type  of  sleek  contentment 
can  lead  to  laziness  in  all  things.  At  21,  Liz 
is  settled  in  the  sedentary  life  of  a  middle- 
aged  matron,  an  existence  that  makes  for 
great  peace  of  mind,  but  one  without 
stimulation  to  lend  sparkle  to  the  eye  or 
to  the  conversation. 

Tf  she  doesn't  care  about  her  movie 
career,  this  standstill  life  is  highly 
commendable.  It  is  obviously  the  kind  of 
life  that  Liz  loves,  and  with  it  she  finds 
complete  contentment.  But  if  she  does 
care,  she  should  remember  that  her  face 
is  her  fortune.  Without  stimulation,  both 
physical  and  mental,  a  face  can  become 
vapid  and  empty.  Too  many  women  have 
lived  up  their  youth,  taking  it  and  its 
loveliness  for  granted. 


Is  Liz  interested  in  acting?  She  seems 
now  to  care  nothing  about  anything  ex- 
cept her  husband  and  child.  This  air  of  not 
caring  is  one  of  the  things  that  has  made 
her  well-liked,  for  she  seems  as  devoid  of 
temperament  as  an  old  shoe.  "There  are 
a  lot  of  nice  things  about  Liz,"  says  one 
of  her  closest  friends,  "but  the  nicest  is 
the  fact  that  she  never  gets  upset  about 
anything.  Or  at  least,  if  she  does,  she 
doesn't  force  her  unhappiness  on  her 
friends.  I've  never  seen  her  lose  her  tem- 
per or  get  ruffled— it  seems  as  though  she's 
devoid  of  nerves.  Even  when  she  was 
having  all  that  trouble  with  Nicky,  she 
was  still  as  slow  moving  and  quiet  spoken 
as  ever.  She's  one  of  the  easiest  people  to 
get  along  with  that  I  know." 

"Lackadaisical  Liz,"  some  have  called 
her.  They  do  it  in  a  friendly  way,  a  com- 
radely sort  of  ribbing,  but  herein  lies  a 
serious  danger  to  her  career.  Liz  is  list- 
less about  it,  or  at  least  appears  to  be. 
She  has  given  what  may  well  be  termed 
inspired  performances  in  only  a  handful 
of  movies  .  .  .  National  Velvet  (in  fact 
everything  she  did  as  a  child),  then  years 
afterward,  in  A  Place  In  The  Sun.  and 
rumor  has  it  that  in  Elephant  Walk,  her 
latest,  she  is  once  more  acceptable  as  an 
actress  of  worth.  In  the  rest  of  them,  Liz 
has  moved  through  her  scenes  in  a  seem- 
ingly careless,  even  bored  fashion.  It  is 
notable  that  the  last  two  mentioned  pic- 
tures are  the  only  two  made  away  from 
MGM,  her  home  lot.  Paramount  has  made 
both  of  them,  and  in  both  movies  Liz  has 
had  the  advantage  of  top-notch  direction. 
George  Stevens  did  A  Place  In  The  Sun 
and  William  Dieterle  Elephant  Walk,  and 
it  is  common  knowledge  that  she  needs  a 
good  director.  As  one  of  her  past  directors 
says,  "Sometimes  it's  like  pulling  teeth  to 
get  a  performance  out  of  Elizabeth.  The 
thing  that  makes  up  for  the  director's 
work  is  that  when  he  does  get  a  fine  scene 
from  her,  it  is  something  so  good  that  he 
can  add  it  to  his  collection  of  things  to 
boast  about.  I  know  Liz  has  it— a  really 
great  sensitivity— it's  there  somewhere, 
but  just  buried  so  deep  that  it  takes  work 
to  bring  it  out." 

This  devil-may-care  attitude  is  quite 
likely  to  trip  up  her  career  one  of  these 
days.  Some  say  it's  laziness,  pure  and 
simple,  that  anybody  who  can  sit  at  home 
day  after  day  and  care  about  nothing  ex- 
cept her  baby  and  her  husband  is  headed 
straight  for  seed.  The  accusation  of  lazi- 
ness is  pure  speculation,  but  some  facts 
would  appear  to  bear  it  out.  When  Liz 
was  pregnant,  for  example,  she  gained  40 
pounds,  despite  cautioning  from  her  doc- 
tor. And  following  the  baby's  birth  Liz  re- 
fused to  pay  any  attention  to  her  figure 
It  was  three  months  before  Michael  How- 
ard Wilding  was  photographed  with  his 
mother  and  although  the  studio  excused 
the  delay  with  the  reason  that  Liz  was 
not  yet  feeling  up  to  snuff,  those  who  saw 
Liz  suspected  that  it  was  because  of  her 
weight. 

A  fter  setting  up  an  interview  with  Liz 
a  few  weeks  after  she  had  come  home 
from  the  hospital,  Hedda  Hopper  drove 
up  the  hill,  opened  the  door,  took  one  look 
at  Liz  and  gasped,  "You're  fat!" 

Hedda  has  been  criticized  for  her  frank- 
ness many  times,  but  in  this  instance  at 
ieast,  it  can  be  assumed  that  she  was 
handing  out  advice  that  was  well  worth- 
while. It  stemmed  from  her  own  knowl- 
edge of  the  theater,  for  she  knows  as 
well  as  anyone,  and  perhaps  better,  that 
an  actress  cannot  afford  to  let  herself  go 
The  camera  tells  all,  and  Hedda  knows  it, 
and  also  knows  from  experience  that  a 
new  mother  must  get  on  with  the  chore  of 
exercises  no  matter  how  distasteful  thev 
may  be  to  her. 


To  the  average  girl,  a  thunderbolt  such 
as  Hedda's  candid  reaction  would  have 
been  enough  to  send  her  flying  into  her 
exercises.  But  not  Liz.  The  advice  went  un- 
heeded for  several  weeks,  and  the  extra 
poundage  was  eventually  shed  through 
diet  and  massage  rather  than  exercise.  It 
would  point  up  the  fact  that  while  Liz 
may  not  be  literally  lazy,  she  certainly  is 
not  overly-ambitious. 

Her  quiet  acceptance  of  her  tremendous 
popularity  and  the  workaday  world  neces- 
sary to  attain  and  keep  it  have  made  some 
people  think  that  Liz  is  a  tractable  young 
creature  who  is  content  to  let  others  do 
her  planning  for  her,  a  girl  who  does  not 
bother  to  think  very  much  for  herself. 

IV/riCHAEL  Wilding  first  met  her  when  she 
-1  A  was  in  England  making  The  Conspira- 
tors. She  was  16  at  the  time,  and  he  re- 
members remarking  to  himself  that  "they 
must  grow  up  very  quickly  in  America." 
Later,  after  her  divorce  from  Hilton,  he 
saw  her  once  again,  this  time  on  her  home 
ground.  He  felt  an  immediate  attraction, 
this  time  pulling  himself  up  short  by 
recalling  her  age,  and  his.  Yet  when  he 
telephoned  her  and  accepted  an  invitation 
to  visit  her,  he  realized  on  coming  to 
know  her  that  she  was  a  full  blown 
woman,  mentally  as  well  as  physically. 

What  did  Mike  Wilding  think  of  Liz? 
A  man  of  his  charm  and  wit  cannot  be 
an  ingenue  where  women  are  concerned, 
and  so  it  is  probable  that  he  is  a  man 
selective  enough  that  he  does  not  succumb 
to  mere  beauty  with  nothing  to  back  it 
up.  F~  knew  she  was  beautiful — a  man 
with  half  an  eye  can  see  that  in  a  split 
second — but  a  man  of  Wilding's  caliber 
requires  more  than  physical  attraction  to 
make  him  pop  the  question.  It  is  therefore 
illogical  to  assume  that  Liz  hasn't  much 
between  her  ears.  She  grew  up  in  the 
midst  of  a  well-educated,  well-bred  fam- 
ily, for  the  most  part  in  the  company  of 
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Those  who  know  the  Wildings  well  re- 
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H701  W.  Third  St.,  Los  Angeles  48,  Cal.  The  most  interesting 
letters  wdl  appear  in  this  column.  Sorry,  no  personal  replies. 

9-  Is  it  true  that  Stewart  Granger  has 
a  clause  in  his  MGM  contract  permitting 
him  to  call  Nicholas  Schenck,  president 
of  Loew's,  Inc.,  "Nick?" 

— C.G.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

A.  Granger  had  the  clause  put  in  as  a 
gag- 


9-  Is  Clark  Gable  finished  at  MGM? 

— V.F.,  Eureka,  Cal. 

A.  His  contract  at  that  studio  expires 
late  this  year. 

9.  Does  Bing  Crosby  own  radio  station 
KMBY  in  Monterey,  Calif? 

— G.H.,  Salinas,  Cal. 

A.  Crosby  owns  30%  of  it. 

9-  I  understand  that  Pier  Angeli  and 
Marlon  Brando  are  set  to  star  in  Romeo 
and  Juliet.  Didn't  MGM  make  this  film 
once  before?    — H.V.,  Frankfort,  Ky. 

A.  In  1936;  Norma  Shearer  was  Juliet, 
Leslie  Howard  was  Romeo,  and  John 
Barrymore  played  Mercutio. 

9-  Do  you  know  which  actress  has  the 
largest  chest  measurement? 

— T.R.,  Chicago,  III. 


A.  Kathryn  Graysor, 
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9.  Can  you  give  me  the  terms  of  John 
Wayne's  contract  which  he  signed  with 
RKO  a  few  years  ago? 

S.L.,  Santa  Fe.,  N.  M. 

A,  Wayne's  contract  with  RKO,  dated 
November  20,  1950,  calls  for  him  to  re- 
ceive $1,000  a  week  for  450  weeks.  RKO 
also  holds  a  $130,000  mortgage  on  a 
house  purchased  by  Wayne.  The  actor 
is  paying  this  off  at  $150  a  week,  2]/2% 
interest. 

9-  Has  Ronald  Colman  retired  from 
the  screen  for  good  ? 

— Q.B.,  Pittsfield,  Mass. 

A.  Not  if  the  right  screen  role  is  offered. 

9-  Is  it  true  that  Rock  Hudson  and 
Mrs.  Gary  Cooper  are  very  much  in  love 
with  each  other?    — F.F.,  Miami,  Fla. 

A.  They're  just  good  friends. 

9.  Jane  Russell's  husband,  Bob  Water- 
field — has  he  given  up  football  to  be- 
come an  actor?       — T.R.,  Troy,  N.  Y 

A.  Waterfield  has  retired  from  pro-foot- 
ball; acts  in  his  spare  time. 


9-  Weren't  Gloria  Grahame  and  Cv 
Howard  secretly  married  a  month  ago  ? 

— V.J.,  Boulder,  Col. 

A.  No. 

9.  I've  been  told  that  Vittorio  Gassman 
married  Shelley  Winters  to  further  his 
own  career;  that  every  time  he  returns 
to  Italy  he  makes  sure  to  call  upon  one 
special  girl.  Who  is  she? 

— B.H.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

A.  His  mother. 

9-  I  read  that  Doris  Day  will  not  pose 
for  pictures  unless  photographers  pay 
expenses  at  a  resort  for  her  and  her  hus- 
band and  her  son.  Is  this  true? 

— H.G.,  Reno,  Nev. 

A.  This  is  not  true  although  Miss  Day 
and  her  husband  prefer  to  pose  for  lay- 
outs at  resorts  rather  than  at  their  own 
home. 

9-  I  recently  read  in  a  newspaper  that 
a  famous  Hollywood  actor  loves  to  romp 
around  in  women's  clothes.  Is  this  true 
and  can  you  reveal  his  identity? 

F.F.,  Baltimore,  Md. 

A.  It's  true;  his  identity  cannot  be 
revealed. 

9-  Isn't  Bob  Wagner  seeing  an  awful 
lot  of  a  French  girl  named  Yvonne? 
You  ask  him,  and  he'Jl  know  the  girl  I 
mean.  G.F.,  La  Jolla,  Cal. 

A.  Wagner  sees  Yvonne  occasionally. 

9.  Has  Sunny  Tufts  given  up  alcohol? 

F.F.,  Ames,  Iowa 

A.  Yes. 

9-  Who  is  older,  Joan  Crawford  or 
Barbara  Stanwyck? 

— T.E.,  Topeka,  Kan. 

A.  Miss  Stanwyck  admits  to  being  older. 

9-  What  are  the  religious  differences 
that  are  holding  up  the  marriage  of  Kirk 
Douglas  to  Pier  Angeli? 

— G.Y.,  Richmond,  Va. 

A.  More  than  religious  differences  are 
involved  although  Douglas  is  Jewish  and 
Pier  Angeli  is  Catholic. 

9-  Was  there  a  big  feud  between  Zach- 
ary  Scott  and  Glenn  Ford  or  was  it 
publicity?  — B.H.,  Minneapolis,  Minn. 

A.  It  was  a  legitimate  feud. 


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had  ever  been  before— the  white-hell  of  the  wasteland.  And  now 
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and  all  the  fury  of  man 
and  mountain— he  was  beating 
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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  GOOD 


I,  ROSEMARY,  TAKE  THEE,  JOSE 


LOUELLA'S  PARTY  REVEALS  LATEST  LOVES, 


THE  phone  by  my  bed  rang  at  six  o'clock 
in  the  morning.  I  had  forgotten  to  dis- 
connect it  for,  as  a  rule,  I  don't  care  to  talk 
to  anyone  at  this  time  of  the  day. 

The  long  distance  operator  said,  "Dallas, 
Texas,  calling,"  and  I  couldn't  have  cared 
less  until  the  happiest  voice  I  have  heard  in 
a  long  time  came  bounding  over  the  tele- 
phone wires: 

"Louella,  it's  Rosemary!  Jose  and  I  are 
leaving  in  just  a  few  minutes  to  be  married 
in  a  little  town  in  Oklahoma  about  a  four 
hours'  drive  from  here. 

"I  promised  you  the  story  before  I  left  Hol- 
lywood and  that  you  would  be  the  first  to 
know  of  our  wedding  plans.  I  know  it's  early 
in  the  morning,  honey,  and  I  hate  to  disturb 
you  at  this  hour,  but  I'm  keeping  my  promise 
to  you." 

Disturb  me?????????  I  could  stand- to  be 
disturbed  like  this  for  the  rest  of  my  life 
because,  as  you've  guessed  by  now,  my 
happy  and  excited  caller  was  Rosemary 
Clooney  telling  me  about  her  and  Jose  Fer- 
rer's elopement  plans. 

I  love  this  little  blonde  singer  almost  as 
much  as  though  she  were  one  of  my  own 
family.  I've  always  found  her  to  be  so 
honest  and  so  sincere.  And,  perhaps  more 
than  anyone  else,  I  know  how  deeply  she 
has  been  in  love  with  Jose  for  so  long. 

There  were  many  heartbreaking  moments 
when  they  didn't  know  whether  or  not  they 
could  be  married.  Jose's  wife,  Phyllis  Hill, 
did  not  seem  to  be  in  a  hurry  to  get  a  divorce. 
But  after  waiting  for  months,  she  suddenly 
filed  for  divorce. 

I   knew   when   Rosemary  planed   out  the 


following  day  for  Dallas  to  join  Ferrer  who 
was  playing  in  The  Taming  Of  The  Shiew 
there,  that  wedding  plans  were  afoot. 

I  broadcast  my  "hunch"  on  my  radio  show. 

"Ever  since  you  broadcast  that  we  prob- 
ably would  be  married  immediately,"  Rose- 
mary laughed  over  the  phone,  "we  have  been 
haunted  and  trailed  by  Texas  reporters. 
They've  been  thicker  than  flies  in  the  hotel 
lobby." 

Suddenly,  Rosemary's  voice  was  serious  and 
very  sweet. 

"I'm  the  happiest  girl  in  the  world,  darling, 
and  so  very  much  in  love." 

And,  may  you  always  be  that  way,  Rose- 
mary. You  are  a  wonderful  girl  and  you 
deserve  your  happiness. 

Joan  Crawford  and  Michael  Wilding  were 
in  the  middle  of  rehearsing  a  love  scene 
for  Toich  Song  when  Liz  Taylor  arrived  on 
the  set.  Joan  spotted  Liz  and  froze.  Biting  her 
underlip  in  exasperation,  she  said  under  her 
breath,  "Oh,  leaaally." 

"Oh,  reaally  what????"  said  Mike  who 
turned  his  back  and  walked  over  to  kiss  his 
wife. 

There's  no  love  being  lost  between  Joan 
and  Wilding  on  this  picture.  If  they  weren't 
such  good  actors,  the  love  scenes  would  look 
like  they  had  just  come  out  of  the  deep  freeze. 

The  trouble  apparently  started  when  Mike 
was  quoted  as  saying  this  was  the  first  pic- 
ture he  had  ever  made  with  his  back  turned 
to  the  camera. 

He  also  said  he  was  consulting  "my  wife 
about  how  to  play  the  love  scenes  with  Miss 
Crawford." 


So  far,  Joan  has  said  very  little  (except 
under  her  breath) — but  oh,  my — they  need  no 
cool  air  conditioning  on  this  set! 

As  I've  told  you  before  in  this  department, 
I  love  to  give  parties  and  few  of  my 
guests  ever  have  any  more  fun  than  I  do 
at  my  own  shindigs. 

This  year,  my  assistant,  Dorothy  Manners, 
and  I  decided  to  co-hcs:ess  a  party  in  honor 
of  Dorothy's  husband,  John  Haskell,  and  sang 
writer  Jimmy  McHugh  who  celebrated  their 
respective  birthdays  within  a  week  of  each 
other. 

So  we  covered  my  garden  with  a  blue  and 
white  tent  canopy  with  cellophane  "walls"  so 
that  the  flowers  showed  through,  covered 
the  tables  with  pink  clolhs  lighted  by  candles 
and  invited  our  friends  to  wish  the  boys 
"Happy  birthday." 

Donald  O'Connor  came  with — of  course — 
Marilyn  Erskine,  with  whom  he  is  so  smitten 
(as  I  write  this)  that  he  is  dating  no  other 
girl. 

Marilyn  is  the  girl  who  plays  Ida  Cantor 
in  The  Eddie  Cantor  Story  opposite  Keefe 
Brasselle.  She  is  no  beauty  but  she's  cute 
and  pert  and  evidently  is  as  smitten  with 
Don  as  he  is  with  her. 

I'm  not  sure  how  Emily  Post  would  feel 
about  it,  but  Marilyn  spent  more  time  sitting 
on  Don's  lap  than  she  did  sitting  in  her  chair 
at  dinner. 

June  Allyson,  with  a  cute  new  haircut  along 
the  straight  lines,  saw  the  young  lovers  and 
sighed  up  at  her  fella,  Dick  Powell,  "Ain't 
love  grand?"  Dick  agreed  that  it  was — and 


DEAN  AND  JERRY  PICK  UP  NEW  FRIENDS,  NEW  ANTICS,  AND  THE  CONTINENTAL  MANNER  AS  THEY  FRISK 


6 


Waiter  looks  familiar. 


Wonder  if  he  sinqs? 


What  savoir-faire! 


NEWS 


FASHIONS,   AND  TALENTS 


The  highlight  of  the  evening  was  the  "floor 
show"  emceed  by  none  other  than  Janie 
Wyman  who  has  never  been  prettier  or 
more  amusing  in  her  life. 

George  Jessel,  himself,  has  nothing  on 
Missy  Wyman  when  it  comes  to  introducing 
talent  and  keeping  the  ball  rolling. 

Wonderful  musical  comedy  star.  Dolores 
Grey,  who  was  in  Los  Angeles  with  Carnivai 
In  Flanders,  brought  down  the  house,  or 
should  I  say,  the  tent? 

Freddie  Karger's  music  accompanied  all 
the  talent,  including  a  couple  of  numbers  sung 
by  his  bride,  Janie. 

George  Burns  did  his  old  vaudeville  rou- 
tine, hilariously  funny,  and  no  one  laughed 
harder  than  Gracie  Allen  who  admits  that 
her  husband  can  break  up  her  composure  if 
he  says  nothing  funnier  than  "Good  morning." 

Dorothy  Lamour  sang  Jimmy  McHugh's  "I 
Can't  Give  You  Anything  But  Love,  Baby" 
with  a  lot  of  vim — and  Ginny  Simms  also  gave 
with  some  wonderful  numbers. 

Such  Hollywood  producers  as  William 
Goetz,  Joseph  Schenck,  Darryl  Zanuck  and 
Miller  Rocknul  had  a  time  for  themselves 
sitting  back  and  enjoying  the  talent  without 
having  to  do  any  of  the  cutting  or  bcssing. 

As  for  the  fashion  tips — most  of  the  girls 
wore  summer  cottons,  off  the  shoulder,  with 
organdy  or  loosely  knitted  stoles. 

One  of  the  saddest  things  that  has  ever 
happened  in  connection  with  my  radio 
show  was  having  to  "erase"  the  little  talk 
Janet  Leigh  and  I  had  recorded  on  tape  about 
her  happiness  over  her  expected  baby. 
Janet  had  been  so  happy  when  she  told 


Glamorous  extrovert 
Rita  Hayworth  "withers 
without  love"  but  friend 
were  shocked  to  learn 
that  her  latest  amour, 
impulsive  Dick  Haymes, 
may  find  himself  deported 
to  his  native  Argentina 
os  a  result  of 
romancing  with  Rita. 


Jane  Powell  and 
Gene  Nelson  are  still 
seen  together,   but  seem 
to  have  little  to  talk 
about.  Is  the 
finality  of  Jane's 
divorce  from  Geary 
Steffen  disturbing 
her?  Or  is 
her  new  romance 
cooling  off? 


ACROSS  EUROPE.  THE  BOYS  ARE  FRACTURING  THE  CONTINENT  WHILE  THEY  CEMENT  GOOD  RELATIONS. 


Don't  translate 


By  the  by,  garcon  . 


Forgot  my  wallet. 


New  Mum  with  M-3 
kills  odor  bacteria 
..stops  odor  all  day  long 


PROOF! 

New  Mum  with  M-3  destroys  bac- 
teria that  cause  perspiration  odor. 


Photo  (left),  shows  active  odor  bac- 
teria. Photo  (right),  after  adding  new 
Mum,  shows  bacteria  destroyed  ! 
Mum  contains  M-3,  a  scientific  dis- 
covery that  actually  destroys  odor 
bacteria  .  .  .  doesn't  give  underarm 
odor  a  chance  to  start. 


Amazingly  effective  protection  from  under- 
arm perspiration  odor  —  just  use  new  Mum 
daily.  So  sure,  so  safe  for  normal  skin.  Safe  for 
clothes.  Gentle  Mum  is  certified  by  the  Amer- 
ican Institute  of  Laundering.  Won't  rot  or  dis- 
color even  your  finest  fabrics. 
No  waste,  no  drying  out.  The  only  leading 
deodorant  that  contains  no  water  to  dry  out  or 
decrease  its  efficiency.  Usable  right  to  the  bot- 
tom of  the  jar.  Get  Mum— stay  nice  to  be  near! 

For  sanitary  napkins  —  Mum  is  gentle,  safe,  depend- 
able .  .  .  ideal  for  this  use,  too. 

A  Product  of  Bristol-Myers 


LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  oews 

Continued 

me  that  she  and  Tony  Curtis  were  expecting 
the  stork.  She  said,  "It  seems  so  early  to 
make  the  announcement — but  Tony  and  I  are 
so  delighted  we  just  had  to  tell  the  world." 

The  day  the  show  was  to  go  on  the  air,  a 
depressed  Janet  called  me  from  the  hospital. 

"We've  lost  our  baby.  I've  just  called  Tony 
in  Honolulu  (he  was  on  location  there)  and 
broken  the  sad  news  to  him,  myself.  I  just 
can't  tell  you  how  disappointed  we  are. 
Miss  Parsons." 

Janet  didn't  have  to  tell  me.  The  hurt  and 
unhappiness  was  all  in  her  voice. 

What  is  it  with  Rita  Hay  worth??  Every 
time  she  falls  in  love  she  behaves  as 
though  she  owned  the  Cook  Tours  the  way  she 
chases  around  with  her  "heart"  of  the  mo- 
ment. 

Columbia  studio  is  fit  to  be  tied  because 
(as  this  is  written)  Rita  is  incognito  in  a 
small  town  in  Pennsylvania  hiding  out  while 
Dick  Haymes  fulfills  a  business  engagement 
in  New  York. 

Just  before  they  went  east,  Dick  followed 
Rita  to  Honolulu  where  she  was  making  loca- 
tion scenes  for  Miss  Sadie  Thompson. 

Remember  when  Rita  and  Aly  Khan  were 
courting  and  they  seemed  to  be  traveling  half 
around  the  world  and  back  together  before 
they  were  finally  married  at  Aly's  estate, 
L'Horizon,  in  Cannes? 

I  sometimes  think  there  must  be  something 
of  the  mystery  writer  in  Rita's  make-up. 

You  never  saw  such  a  "production"  after 
she  made  up  her  mind  to  go  East  while  Dick 
was  there.  She  bought  a  ticket  on  the  Santa 
Fe  straight  into  New  York  city. 

Then,  apparently,  she  "disappeared"  from 
the  scene.  Actually,  she  got  off  the  train  in 
Ossining,  New  York,  and  hid  out. 

Meanwhile,  in  Hollywood,  Dick  was  going 
through  some  contortions  of  his  own.  He,  too, 
boarded  a  train,  got  off  at  the  first  stop, 
doubled  back  to  Los  Angeles  and  caught  the 
first  plane  to  New  York! 

Such  carrying-on! 

What  worries  Rita's  bosses  and  the  men 
who  handle  her  publicity  is  that  with  all  her 
world-wide  tours  with  Aly  Khan,  she  eventu- 
ally married  him. 

With  Dick  Haymes  this  won't  be  possible 
for  a  long  time.  He  is  still  legally  the  husband 
of  Nora  Eddington  Flynn  Haymes. 

Johnny  Grant,  the  disc  jockey  who  has 
made  two  entertainment  jaunts  to  Korea, 


Shelley  Winters  laughs  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Stew- 
art Granger,  doesn't  seem  depressed  by  Vitto- 
rio's  absence.    Maybe  she's  getting  used  to  it! 


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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

Continued 
tells  me: 

"Doris  Day  is  five-to-one  the  favorite  pin- 
up girl  of  our  soldiers  in  Korea.  In  fact,  they'll 
trade  a  dozen  pictures  of  other  Hollywood 
stars  to  get  just  one  of  Doris." 

Recently,  Johnny  interviewed  her  on  his 
show  and  told  her  this:  "Doris,  how  can  you 
keep  from  going  to  Korea  to  entertain  these 
kids  who  are  so  crazy  about  you?" 

Her  answer  was,  "I'm  afraid  to  fly." 

Well,  then,  Doris,  how  about  motoring  or 
training  to  some  of  the  nearest  camps  or  hos- 
pitals? 

•"Phe  most  exasperated  wife  in  Hollywood  is 
Mrs.  Jeff  Chandler.  Won't  even  talk  to 
him  on  the  phone. 

I  hear  one  of  the  big  troubles  between 
them  is  that  Marge  "can't  stand"  Jeff's  new 
personality  now  that  he's  trying  to  be  a 
singer  and  a  nightclub  entertainer  plus  de- 
veloping a  corny  brand  of  comedy  a  la 
Jerry  Lewis. 

Before  it  was  generally  known  that  Jeff 
had  moved  out  of  their  home,  someone  called 
the  house  and  asked  if  Jeff  was  there. 

"No,"  Marge  is  reported  to  have  retorted. 
"Cochise  Lewis  has  moved  out!!!" 

Maybe  it's  love  and  maybe  they  are  very 
happy,  but  Jane  Powell  and  Gene  Nel- 
son seem  to  have  nothing  to  say  to  each 
other  when  they  dine  in  public.  They  just  sit 
at  the  table  silently  eating. 

The  other  evening  Jane  wasn't  even  eating. 
A  wisdom  tooth  was  giving  her  a  lot  of  pain. 

An  interested  eavesdropper  at  an  adjoining 
table  reports  that  their  entire  conversation  all 
evening  was  when  Gene  said  to  his  girl 
friend : 

,  "Can't  you  order  something  you  can  just 
gum???.'" 

Not  since  the  late  Susan  Peters  was  crip- 
pled by  a  gun  wound  on  a  hunting  trip, 
struck  down  in  the  bloom  of  her  career,  has 
Hollywood's  heart  ached  more  than  it  has 
over  lovely  little  Suzan  Ball. 

She  has  a  very  serious  bone  condition  in  her 
leg  which  may  leave  her  crippled  and  end 
her  career. 

Yet,  in  the  face  of  all  this  tragedy,  Suzan 
has  won  everyone's  respect  with  her  cheer- 
fulness and  courage. 

Instead  of  giving  up  and  considering  her- 


Desptte  rumors  of  discord,  Ingrid  and  Roberto 
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LOUELLA  PARSONS'  good  news 

Continued 

self  a  martyr,  Suzan  goes  to  parties  on  her 
crutches,  attends  concerts  and  keeps  herself 
"posted  on  the  events  of  this  wonderful 
world  of  ours." 

Even  when  it  looked  for  a  while  as  though 
Suzan's  leg  would  have  to  be  amputated,  this 
fine  little  girl  kept  her  chin  up  and  won  the 
love  and  admiration  of  complete  strangers  as 
well  as  her  many  friends. 

Another    wonderful    girl    who    is  having 
rough  going  and  doesn't  deserve  it  is 
former  child  star  Jane  Withers  Moss. 

She  has  been  ill  with  muscular  pains  and 
anemia  which  looked  for  a  time  like  partial 
paralysis.  But  her  doctors  now  feel  that 
Jane's  serious  illness  has  been  brought  on  by 
emotional  upset  over  the  breakup  of  her 
marriage  to  wealthy  Bill  Moss.  The  sad  part  is 
that  they  have  three  lovely  children. 

Personal  Opinions:  Lori  Nelson's  face  was 
voted  the  most  perfect  to  photograph  by 
west  coast  photographers.  Above  Elizabeth 
Taylor's,  Eleanor  Parker's  or  Audrey  Hep- 
burn's, boys??????? 


Can't  understand  why  Marge  and  Gower 
Champion  failed  to  hit  the  top  popularity  polls 
as  movie  stars.  They  are  so  adorable.  Could 
be  that  husband  and  wife  teams  don't  have 
the  necessary  sex  appeal  to  set  the  teen-agers 
sguealing.  .  .  . 

Coolest  and  most  original  summer  fad — 
Ginger  Rogers'  softly  woven  straw  skirts  in 
all  the  pastel  colors.  .  .  . 

Amusing  the  way  Cleo  Moore  can't  believe 
she's  really  launched  on  a  successful  career 
and  keeps  on  buying  canned  groceries  and 
staples  against  that  proverbial  "old  rainy 
day"  when  the  larder  is  bare  again.  .  .  . 

Terry  Moore  does  a  lot  of  table  hopping, 
ofttimes  to  the  annoyance  of  her  escorts.  .  .  . 

It  could  happen  only  in  Hollywood  that  the 
billboards  have  swimming  pools!  I'm  not 
kidding.  Right  where  Sunset  Boulevard  turns 
into  Beverly  Hills  is  a  huge  sign  for  the 
Sahara  Hotel  in  Las  Vegas  and  built  right 
into  it  is  a  real  swimming  pool.  Red  Skelton 
tied  up  traffic  for  miles  when  he  jumped  in 
with  his  clothes  on.  Oh,  Hollywood,  my 
Hollywood! 

Focusing  on  Robert  Wagner:  His  hair  is 
clipped  so  short  for  the  Dutch  boy  wig 
he  wears  for  Prince  Valiant  that  he  says  his 
crew  cut  has  a  crew  cut!  .  .  .  He  can't  look  at 


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All  you  have  to  do  is  read  all  the  stories  in  this  October  issue  and  fill  out  the  form 
below — carefully.  Then  send  it  to  us  right  away.  A  crisp  new  Qne-dollar-  bill  will  go 
to  each  of  the  first  100  people  we  hear  from.  So  get  started  right  away.  You  may  be 
one  of  the  lucky  winners. 

QUESTIONNAIRE:  Which  stories  and  features  did  you  enjoy  most  in  this  issue? 
WRITE  THE  NUMBERS  I,  2,  and  3  AT  THE  FAR  LEFT  of  your  first,  second  and 
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□  The  Inside  Story 

□  Louella  Parsons'  Good  News 

□  Mike  Connolly's  Hollywood  Report 

□  Sweet  And  Hot 

□  Rita's  Newest  Love  (Rita  Hayworth- 
Dick  Haymes) 

□  Gable's  Mystery  Romance 

□  I  Love  Marilyn  (Marilyn  Monroe) 

□  The  Lies  They  Tell  About  Bob  Wagner 

□  Love  Is  A  Long  Shot  (Betty  Grable- 
Harry  James) 

□  Ring  Around  Rosie  (Rosemary 
Clooney-Jose  Ferrer) 

□  What's  Happened  To  Hollywood 
Night  Life? 

□  Why  Shirley  Temple  Came  Back 

□  The  Not  So  Mad  House  (Jerry  Lewis) 

□  The  Courage  To  Fear  (Stewart 
Granger) 

□  Mistakes  That  Made  Her  Famous 
(Joan  Crawford) 

□  Operation  Skin  Dive  (Jeff  Chandler- 
Rory  Calhoun) 

□  Tony's  Wife  (Tony  Curtis-Janet  Leigh) 

□  "You,  I  Like!"  (Red  Buttons) 

□  Report  on  MODERN  SCREEN'S  Cin- 
derella Girls 

□  MODERN  SCREEN  Fashions 

□  Movie  Reviews  by  Florence  Epstein 

□  Hollywood  Abroad 


Which  of  the  stories  did  you  like  least? 


What  3  MALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues?  List  them  I, 
2,  3,  in  order  of  preference. 


What  FEMALE  stars  would  you  like  to 
read  about  in  future  issues? 


What  MALE  star  do  you  like  least? 

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Continued 

anything  made  of  steel  without  remembering 
how  disappointed  his  father  was  that  he 
didn't  follow  in  his  footsteps  in  the  steel 
business.  ...  He  has  the  patience  of  Job  and 
doesn't  even  mind  being  kept  waiting  for  his 
"dates"  to  fuss  with  their  hair  or  faces.  .  .  . 
Unavoidably.  I  kept  him  waiting  an  hour  on 
a  recent  interview  and  instead  of  being  surly 
about  it  he  said  he  was  sorry  I  had  had  so 
much  trouble  all  day.  .  .  .  He's  six  feet  tall 
or  a  little  over  but  doesn't  look  it  because 
he  does  not  always  stand  up  straight.  .  .  . 
He  says  this  is  due  to  dating  and  dancing 
with  girls  considerably  shorter  than  himself. 
So  I  guess  this  means  he  likes  'em  petite. . . . 
He's  proud  of  the  fact  that  he  used  to  caddy 
for  such  stars  as  Clark  Gable,  Randy  Scott, 
Fred  Astaire  and  John  Hodiak.  .  .  .  Women 
wearing  pink  always  catch  his  eye.  He  ap- 
proves of  make-up,  particularly  lipstick  on 
gals,  but  hates  eyelash  "goop"  put  on  with 
a  shovel.  ...  He  considers  himself  quite 
mature  for  his  23  years,  is  sure  he  acts  end 
thinks  older  .  .  .  When  he  marries  he  wants 
to  be  able  to  afford  many  luxuries  for  his 
bride,  fur  coats,  diamonds,  sporty  cars — the 
works.  .  .  .  For  a  boy  so  young  he  has  a 
great  deal  of  gentleness  and  kindness  so 
perhaps  he's  right  about  his  "maturity"  .  .  . 
He  has  a  secret  ambition  to  be  a  good  chef 
and  surprise  his  friends  with  the  fancy  dishes 
he  concocts.  This  ambition  may  be  deferred 
on  account  of  he  can't  understand  a  cook 
book! 

The  Letter  Box:  Evelyn  Tierney  (says  she 
no  relation  to  Gene)  writes  from  New 
York  that  she  doesn't  approve  of  her  name- 
sake's romance  with  Aly  Khan.  "She's  my 
favorite  screen  star  but  how  can  she  fail  to 
realize  that  the  outcome  of  her  fling  with 
the  Prince  will  merely  be  a  duplication  of 
Rita  Hayworth's  experience?" 

Joseph  Weir,  Buffalo,  gives  three  cheers 
that  Guy  Madison's  career  is  in  high  again. 
"I've  been  a  fan  of  his  ever  since  his  first 
movie  for  David  Selznick,  Since  You  Went 
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I  rejoice  that  Warners  have  big  plans  for  him. 
Wish  his  private  life  were  as  happy." 

"You  never  mention  James  Meson,"  writes 
Mrs.  Leonard  Fierfonte  of  Brooklyn.  "Is  this 
accidental  or  on  purpose,  Louella?"  On  pur- 
pose, ma'am — on  purpose. 

That's  all  for  now.  See  you  next  month. 


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WHO'S  MAD  AT  WHOM: 

Guy  Madison  and  Rory  Calhoun  aren't  as  friendly  as  they  used  to  be.  Now  that 
Guy  has  suddenly  become  a  big  star,  thanks  to  his  success  in  Charge  At  Feather  River, 
the  boys  hardly  ever  see  each  other.  .  .  .  Very  few  of  Rosemary  Clooney's  co-workers 
at  Paramount  approve  of  her  marriage  to  Jose  Ferrer.  And  the  studio  itself  has  never 
approved  of  the  match.  Even  so,  I  saw  her  at  the  Stalag  17  premiere,  accompanied  by 
her  brother,  Nick,  only  a  few  days  after  the  wedding,  and  said, 
"Congratulations,  Rosie."  She  flashed  that  wonderful  smile — and 
kissed  me !  How  can  anybody  stay  mad  at  a  gal  like  that  ?  .  .  . 
Diana  Lynn  filed  for  divorce  from  John  Lindsay  and  sailed  for 
England,  whereupon  John  Lindsay  started  dating  Liz  Scott — and 
the  day  after  their  very  first  date  I  ran  into  Liz  outside  her  home 
on  the  residential  end  of  Hollywood  Boulevard.  She  was  wringing 
her  hands.  "I  couldn't  sleep  after  John  took  me  home  from  Ciro's 
early  this  morning,"  she  moaned.  "The  police  were  swarming  all 
over  the  place  last  night — because  my  next-door  neighbor  com- 
mitted suicide — and  I  certainly  can't  sleep  now  that  I  know  what 

happened!"  .  .  .  And  whaddya  know — the  very  next  night  John 
was  out  again — at  LaRue  with  Myrna  Dell ! 

Lana  Turner  has  been  complaining  to  friends  that  Lex  Barker  is 
too  possessive  .  .  .  Debra  Paget  phoned  me,  crying  because  I  had 
printed  that  remark  she  made  to  me — that  she  had  finally  been 
kissed,  and  that  the  boy  who  kissed  her  also  gave  her  a  five- 
carat  diamond  ring.  It  seems  that  other  columnists  had  interpreted 
this  to  mean  that  a  studio  boss  had  given  her  the  ring.  The  boss 
told  Debra  to  straighten  the  press  out,  and  here  was  Debra 
explaining  to  me:  "I  fibbed.  The  ring  belongs  to  my  mother!"  . 
Aly  Khan  was  freed  from  his  first  wife  while  traveling  around 
Europe  with  Rita  Hayworth.  Now  he  has  been  freed  from  Rita 
while  traveling  around  Europe  with  Gene  Tierney  .  .  .  Sharman 
Douglas  and  Pete  Lawford,  a  Honolulu  twosome  a  month  or  so 
ago,  don't  even  yoo-hoo  now  .  .  .  I've  got  a  feeling  that  unless 
Vittorio  Gassman  keeps  those  home  fires  burning  more  frequently, 
Shelley  ain't  gonna  throw  on  any  more  logs!  .  .  .  Speaking  of 
money  and  Rita  Hayworth,  don't  be  surprised  if  the  Princess  puts 
up  the  backing  for  Dick  Haymes  to  make  a  settlement  with  Nora 
Flynn  Haymes,  after  which  pals  expect  Rita  and  Dick  to  wed. 

HOLLYWOOD  HEARTBEATS: 

Sunset  Boulevard  sight:  Janie  Powell  and  Gene  Nelson  fol- 
lowing each  other  down  the  Sunset  Strip,  lovingly  touching 
bumpers  .  .  .  It's  whispered  around  Hollywood  that  Audrey  Hep- 
burn and  Greg  Peck  have  been  playing  some  of  their  scenes  from 
Roman  Holiday  off-screen  .  .  .  Rock  Hudson  has  been  helping 
Betty  Abbott  paint  her  new  bedroom,  and  greater  love  hath  no 
man  than  to  pick  up  a  paintbrush  when  he  could  be  sunning  him- 
self on  the  Santa  Monica  sands  .  .  .  Twosomes:  Vic  Damone  and 
Pier  Angeli,  Vic  Damone  and  Mona  Freeman  .  .  .  And  then  Mona 
started  dating  Lew  Ayres  .  .  .  Upon  which  Kirk  Douglas,  sup- 
posedly Pier's  one-and-only,  started  going  out  with  Geraldine 
Brooks  in  Rome.  Did  you  know  that  Kirk  and,  Gerry  were  once 
very  serious?  Alexis  Smith  and  Craig  Stevens  are  dating  a  lot  again. 

Marilyn  Erskine  told  me  all  about  her  dates  with  Donald  O'Connor:  "Going  out 
with  Don  is  what  you  call  happy  times — no  pressure — no  nothin' — just  fun — I  like  it !" 
.  .  .  For  a  girl  in  love,  Jeff  Donnell  looked  very  unhappy  for  a  spell,  there.  Could  be 
because  Aldo  Ray  wasn't — for  a  spell       .  Shirley  Temple  (Continued  on  page  21) 


Freeman 
and  Damone 


rande  Mtooue 

sterling  in  the  mood  of  gaiety 


Regal  beauty  in  sterling  is  Wallace's  Grande  Baroque ! 
This  pattern  of  lavish  brilliance  and  rich  ornamentation 
glorifies  the  gaiety  of  the  Baroque  period.  Famed 
designer,  William  S.  Warren,  has  interpreted  the 
grace  and  splendor  of  true  Baroque  in  the  delicate  carving, 
the  magnificent  openwork,  the  unusual  blossoms 
which  vary  on  different  pieces.  Grande  Baroque  is 
exquisitely  sculptured  in  full-formed  "Third  Dimension 
Beauty,"  and  like  every  Wallace  "Third  Dimension 
Beauty"  pattern  it  is  a  masterpiece  — beautifully  formed 
not  only  in  front,  but  in  profile  and  back  — 
sterling  perfection  from  every  possible  view. 


Six  piece  Grande  Baroque  place  set- 
ting, $43.75.  Other  patterns  from 
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Tax.  To  learn  where  you  can  buy 
Wallace  Sterling  call  Western  Union 
by  number  and  ask  for  Operator  25. 
She  will  give  you  the  names  of  the 
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Send  for  and  read  the  exciting  de- 
sign stories  of  each  Wallace  pattern 
in  the  32  page  book  "Treasures  in 
Sterling".  It  also  contains  many 
helpful  table-setting  ideas.  Write 
(send  lOif  to  cover  postage)  to 
Wallace  Silversmiths,  Department 
937,  Wallingford,  Connecticut. 


GRANDE  BAROQUE 


WALLACE 
STERLING 


ROMANCE 
OF  THE  SEA 


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FROM  THE  MOVIES 

RECORD  Or  THE  MONTH 

JULIUS  CAESAR— sound  trock  album**  ( MGM  ) . 
In  the  old  days  it  was  "No,  I  didn't  see 
the  picture,  but  I  read  the  book."  Nowa- 
days, if  you  miss  a  movie,  you  can  just 
say  "No,  I  didn't  see  the  picture,  but  I 
heard  the  record."  And  this  record  is  a 
perfect  example  of  how  much  such  a 
statement  can  mean. 

It's  a  12-inch  LP  running  almost  half  the 
entire  length  of  the  picture.  So  well  has 
it  been  edited  that  none  of  the  overall 
dramatic  impact  has  been  lost. 
John  Houseman,  the  producer,  personally 
edited  the  disc;  he  also  acts  as  narrator 
in  a  few  spots  where  the  action  needs  to 
be  linked  together. 

The  result  is  an  impressive  production, 
with  the  famous  "Friends,  Romans,  coun- 
trymen" speech  of  Mark  Antony  (Marlon 
Brando)  as  a  special  highlight.  All  the 
principals  are  heard — James  Mason,  John 
Gielcjud,  Louis  Calhern,  Edmond  O'Brien. 
The  appearances  of  Deborah  Kerr  and 
Greer  Garson  are  brief  but  effective;  the 
musical  tracks,  written  and  conducted  by 
Miklos  Rozsa,  aid  the  record  as  they  did 
the  film. 

GENTLEMEN  PREFER  BLONDES — When  Love 
Goes  Wrong  by  Margaret  Whiting  and 
Jimmy  Wakely*  (Capitol). 

JOURNEY  TO  SOUTH  AMERICA — Gavio  tta  (A 
Peruvian  Walts)  by  Percy  Faith*  (Co- 
lumbia ) . 

LIMELIGHT — Eternally  (Terry's  Theme)  by  Din- 
ah Shore  (Victor)  ;  Jean  Campbell 
(Coral). 

Too  bad  they  had  to  fit  this  pretty  melody 
with  such  trite,  unoriginal  lyrics.  Even 
Dinah  can't  make  th-em  sound  like  much. 

MELBA — The  Melba  Walts  (Dream  Time)  by 
Jeff  Morley  (Okeh). 

THE  MOON  IS  BLUE— title  song  by  Ralph  Mar- 
terie*  (Mercury). 

THOSE  REDHEADS  FROM  SEATTLE—/  Guess  It 
Was  You  All  The  Time  by  Ray  An- 
thony* (Capitol).  Baby,  Baby,  Baby  by 
Tommy  Edwards*  (MGM). 

POPULAR 

TERESA  BREWER-DON  CORNELL — The  Glad 
Song*  (Coral). 

Teamed  together  for  the  first  time  in 
almost  a  year,  Terry  and  Don  are  at  their 
best  in  this  one  and  the  coupling,  Jl  hat 
Happened  To  The  Music?  , 

FRANKIE  LAINE — Hey,  Joe*  (Columbia). 

Carl  Smith  was  the  first  to  record  this, 
but  with  Frankie's  version  it's  become  a 
hit  in  both  the  popular  and  the  hillbilly 
music  worlds.  Other  side  is  an  Irving 
Berlin  song,  Sittin'  In  The  Sun. 

FRANK  SINATRA — I've  Got  The  World  On  A 
String*  (Capitol). 

Maybe  Frankie's  switch  to  the  Capitol 
label  has  brought  the  long-awaited 
change  in  his  luck  on  records.  As  we 
went  to  press,  this  one  looked  promising. 


Hollywood 


continued 


will  include  her  husband  in  any  movie  deal  .  .  -. 
Clark  Gable  went  to  Europe  to  get  away  from 
it  all,  only  to  find  he  was  so  well-known  every- 
where over  there  he  couldn't  get  any  rest  atall, 
atall  .  .  .  Terry  Moore  was  nipped  by  a 
barracuda  while  swimming  in  Florida's  waters 
but  won't  say  where. 

Danger  signal:  the  decision  of  a  sweet, 
wholesome-type  girl  to  start  looking  sexy — 
as  witness  what  happened  to  the  marriages 
of  Anne  Baxter  and  Janie  Powell  when  they 
"went. sexy"!  .  .  .  Paramount's  new  cutie,  Mai 
Zetterling  (she's  co-starring  with  Danny  Kaye 
in  Knock  On  Wood  at  Par),  tells  me  she 

doesn't   need  to   pose   for  „,  &  ..,,.„,, 

cheesecake  photos:  her  face 
is  sexy  enough  ...  In  a 
press  interview,  Kathryn 
Grayson  refused  to  answer 
any  questions  about  the  size 
of  her  bust  .  .  .  Gilbert  Ro- 
land is  getting  more  jobs  in 
pictures  now  than  he  got 
when  he  was  a  top  roman- 
tic leading  man  'way  back 
in  the  '30's.  So  you  see,  it  Grayson 
does  pay  to  be  a  nice  guy  and  a  good  actor 
.  .  .  Prediction:  Gloria  Grahame  is  one  win- 
ner of  a  supporting  actress  Oscar  who  won't 
fade  into  oblivion  .  .  .  Ava  Gardner  sent  home 
two  leopard  skins  from  Africa  so  that  Frank 
Sinatra's  new  car  can  have  new  seat  covers. 

FINANCIAL  PAGE: 

Tab  Hunter  will  make  $25,000  in  picture 
salaries  this  year  .  .  .  Since  Junr  Allyson  left 
Metro  she  has  made  more  on  one  picture — 

3125,000  than  she  got  in  a  whole  year  from 

her  old  Alma  MGMater  .  .  .  Jane  Russell  and 
Bob  Waterfield  are  looking  for  a  Los  Angeles 
location  to  build  a  restaurant  similar  to  Esther 
Williams'  and  Ben  Gage's  Trails  .  .  .  Gary 
Cooper  bought  two  Mercedes  cars  in  Europe 
for  $8250  each  and  Bing  Crosby  bought  one 
for  $8000  so  you  figure  out  who's  the  best 
trader  .  .  .  John  Payne,  who  got  a  wonderful 
wife  and  loving  mother  for  his  children  when 
he  tied  the  knot  with  Sandra  Curtis  (Alan's 
widow),  pulled  $50,000  out  of  the  moviegoers' 
pockets  in  Roanoke,  Virginia,  w7hen  he  staged  a 
personal  appearance  there  for  the  Children's 
Hospital. 

Maureen  O'Hara  sold  her  house  in  the  Hol- 
lywood Hills  for  $90,000  ...  Bob  Wagner 
hired  a  business  manager  to  help  him  handle 
his  $750  a  week.  If  he  doesn't  learn  to  save 
now,  he'll  lose  plenty  when  he  gets  a  raise  .  .  . 
Mario  Lanza,  although  he  recorded  nary  a  song 
for  RCA  Victor  last  year,  has  made  $400,000  in 
royalties  on  records  for  1952 
so  far  .  .  .  Them  as  has  gits:  Pi 
Dean  Martin  won  the  ship's  *  I 
pool,  $1200,  on  the  Queen 
Elizabeth  .  .  .  Vic  Mature 
hired  his  wardrobe  man, 
Mickey  Sherrard,  to  manage 
his  new  television  store  on 
Pico  Boulevard.  And  Vic 
plans  to  open  two  more  such  '.. 
stores  before  1954  .  .  .  How  Mm  I 
do  you  figure  that  Mature?  Mature 
Works  all  day  starring  in  movies  and  then  goes 
to  his  stores  at  night  to  sell  tv  sets  to  people 
who  would  rather  look  at  tv  than  go  to  the 
movies !  .  .  .  Marilyn  Monroe's  business  man- 
ager would  not  allow  her  to  spend  $200  a 
month  for  an  apartment,  despite  her  success. 


Or  to  put  it  more  romantically,  who  will  he  first  to  marry?  Will  it 
he  Enid  with  her  hlonde  heauty,  radiant  personality  o.nd  quick  wit? 
Or  Jane,  with  her  shy,  retiring  ways?  You  would  guess  Enid,  of 
coxirse.  But  you  would  he  wrong.  Jane  will  get  to  the  altar  long 
hefore  Enid,  hecause  Jane  has  something  that  Enid  has  not  ...  a 
hreath  that  is  ahvays  agreeahle  and  sweet.  She  keeps  it  that  way  with 
Listerine  Antiseptic,  the  extra-careful  precaution  against  halitosis 
(had  hreath).  Clever  Jane!  Stupid  Enid! 


Listerine  Antiseptic  not  only  stops 
halitosis  (bad  breath)  instantly  ...  it 
usually  keeps  it  stopped  for  hours  on 
end.  This  superior  deodorant  effect  is 
due  to  Listerine's  ability  to  kill  germs. 

No  chlorophyll  kills  odor  bacteria 
like  this  . . .  instantly 

Germs  are  by  far  the  most  common 
cause  of  halitosis.  Because  they  start 
the  fermentation  of  proteins  that  are 
always  present  in  your  mouth.  In  fact, 
research  shows  that  your  breath  stays 
sweeter  longer  depending  upon  the  degree 
to  which  you  reduce  germs  in  your  mouth. 
Listerine  instantly  kills  these  germs 
by  millions,  including  bacteria  that 
cause  fermentation.  Brushing  your 
teeth  doesn't  give  you  any  such  anti- 
septic   protection.    Chlorophyll  or 


chewing  gums  do  not  kill  germs; 
Listerine  does. 

Clinically  proved  four  times  better 
than  tooth  paste 

No  wonder  that  in  recent  clinical  tests 
Listerine  Antiseptic  averaged  four 
times  better  in  reducing  breath  odors 
than  the  two  leading  tooth  pastes,  as 
well  as  the  three  leading  chlorophyll 
products,  it  was  tested  against. 

That's  why  we  say,  if  you're  really  seri- 
ous about  your  breath,  no  matter 
what  else  you  may  use,  use  an  anti- 
septic. Kill  those  odor  bacteria  with 
Listerine — the  most  widely  used  anti- 
septic in  the  world.  Rinse  with  it  night 
and  morning,  and  before  any  date 
where  you  want  to  be  at  your  best. 


LISTERINE  STOPS  BAD  BREATH 

4  TIMES  BETTER  THAN  CHLOROPHYLL  OR  TOOTH  PASTE  21 


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movie  reviews  &! 


PICTURE  OF  THE  MONTH 


FROM  HERE  TO  ETERNITY  Adapted  from  the  best-seller  by  James  Jones,  From  Here  To 
Eternity  is  a  brilliant  movie.  Its  focus  is  that  part  of  the  Army  composed  of  enlisted  men, 
professional  soldiers,  stationed  at  Schofield  Barracks,  Honolulu,  the  summer  of  1941.  But 
the  passions  and  principles  (or  lack  of  them)  which  rule  their  lives  mirror  our  times. 
There's  Prewitt  (Montgomery  Clift)  the  uncompromising  idealist  who  gets  "the  treat- 
ment" because,  having  once  blinded  a  man  while  sparring,  he  refuses  to  join  the  boxing 
team.  There's  Sergeant  Warden  (Burt  Lancaster)  the  realist  who  can  adapt  himself  to  any 
situation  because  he  knows  how  to  yield,  and  despite  his  contempt  for  the  pompous  fraud 
of  a  Captain  (Philip  Ober)  serves  him  well.  There's  Maggio  (Frank  Sinatra)  the  uncon- 
trolled, pathetically  funny  little  man  who  gets  into  trouble  and  is  broken  by  the  sadistic 
Sergeant  "Fatso"  (Ernest  Borgnine)  in  charge  of  the  stockade.  Then  there's  Karen 
(Deborah  Kerr)  the  Captain's  wife,  a  lost,  bitter  woman  who  finds  love  for  the  first  time 
with  Warden,  but  that  love  is  doomed.  And  there's  Lorene  (Donna  Reed)  Prew's  girl,  a 
prostitute  saving  her  money  for  a  "proper"  life  back  home.  From  Here  To  Eternity  unites 
these  poignantly  drawn  portraits  of  desperate  people  in  a  drama  you  won't  forget. — Col. 


GENTLEMEN  PREFER  BLONDES  It  has  Marilyn 
Monroe  and  Jane  Russell — what  more  does  it  need? 
Technicolor?  It's  got  that,  too.  And  Marilyn  walks, 
which  is  even  better  than  her  singing.  The  theme 
of  this  movie,  like  the  Broadway  play  before  it,  is 
"diamonds  are  a  girl's  best  friend."  Marilyn  has 
plenty  of  friends..  She's  also  engaged.  Her  fiance 
(Tommy  Noonan)  is  made  of  money,  only  his  father 
(Taylor  Holmes)  made  it  and  is  not  about  to  be  taken 
in  by  this  golddigger.  That's  why  the  marriage  is 
postponed.  Marilyn  insists  on  going  to  "Europe, 
France,"  and  takes  Jane  with  her.  Mr.  Holmes  hires 
a  detective  (Elliott  Reid)  to  watch  her,  with  a  cam- 
era, for  any  hint  of  scandal.  That  camera  clicks  like 
a  Geiger  counter.  Because  Charles  Coburn  is  on 
board  and  he's  up  to  his  ears  in  diamond  mines.  As 
for  Jane — she's  enamored  of  the  entire  Olympic  team 
(also  on  board)  and  she  likes  that  detective,  too,  un- 
til she  discovers  he  is  one.  Most  of  the  songs  that 
were  in  the  original  musical  by  Joseph  Fields  and 
Anita  Loos  are  here.  The  comic  effects  of  the  flapper 
era  (the  flaming  Twenties)  are  lost  in  this  modern 
version.    But  you  can't  have  everything. — 20th-Fox 


LATIN  LOVERS  Lana  Turner's  problem  is  37  million 
dollars,  which  may  seen  laughable  to  you,  but  has  put 
this  girl  on  an  analyst's  couch.  Men  want  me  for  my 
money,  she  says.  Doctor,  cure  me  of  that  neurosis. 
Some  neurosis!  The  thought  of  all  those  millions 
keeps  even  the  analyst  (Eduard  Franz)  up  nights. 
He's  no  help.  Neither  is  Beulah  Bondi,  John  Lund's 
analyst.  John  has  48  million  dollars,  but  even  so, 
Lana  can't  bring  herself  to  marry  him.  Beulah  is 
supposed  to  make  John  irresistible.  Switch  to  Brazil 
where  Lund  is  mixing  business  with  Turner  and 
Turner  is  switching  from  him  to  Montalban.  Montal- 
ban  is  masterful.  •  He  throws  a  fit  when  she's  late, 
laughs  at  her  dancing,  complains  about  his  loss  of 
freedom.  Lana  is  afraid  he'll  toss  her  out  when  he 
discovers  she's  a  gold  mine.  Fat  chance.  He's  de- 
lirious with  delight.  That's  no  good,  either.  Lana 
figures  he  must  have  known  about  the  .money  all 
along.  So  it  goes — until  Lana  wakes  up  and  loves. 
It's  Technicolor,  some  of  it's  funny,  all  of  it's  easy 
on  the  eyes.  Louis  Calhern,  Jean  Hagen  and  Archer 
MacDonald  are  in  this. — MGM 


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THE  KID  FROM  LEFT  FIELD  Fox  is  batting  a  thou- 
sand with  this  baseball  comedy  that's  full  of  laughs, 
love  and  whimsy.  It  centers  around  Dan  Dailey  who 
was  once  a  baseball  player  but  now  sells  peanuts  in 
the  stands.  His  nine-year-old  son  (Billy  Chapin) 
worships  him,  anyway.  Billy  gets  a  job  as  batboy  for 
the  Bisons,  a  team  so  enfeebled  it  couldn't  beat  a 
rug.  Dailey  has  studied  all  the  players,  though,  and 
knows  what  would  pull  them  out  of  their  slump.  He 
transmits  this  info  to  Billy  who  gives  it  to  the  team. 
Pretty  soon  Billy  is  hailed  as  a  child  prodigy,  and 
manager  Dick  Eagan  is  out  looking  for  another  job. 
When  Billy  is  hospitalized  with  virus  pneumonia  he 
tells  the  club  owner  (Ray  Collins)  that  Dailey  was 
the  real  brain  behind  the  ball  and  Dailey  is  made 
manager  just  in  time  for  the  World  Series.  Anne 
Bancroft  and  Lloyd  Bridges  (playing  a  36-year-old 
third  baseman  whose  gaming  days  are  numbered) 
provide  romance. — 20th-Fox 


SO  THIS  IS  LOVE  This  is  the  story  of  Grace  Moore, 
whose  life  ended  abruptly  in  an  airplane  crash.  So 
This  Is  Love  is  concerned  with  the  early  years  and 
closes  with  her  debut  at  the  Metropolitan  Opera 
House.  Noreen  Corcoran  plays  the  young  Grace,  a 
cute  but  headstrong  child,  who  is  to  grow  into  a  cute 
but  ambitious  woman  (Kathryn  Grayson).  Grace 
wanted  to  be  a  missionary  until  her  aunt  (Rosemary 
DeCamp)  suggested  a  singing  career.  Her  father 
(Walter  Abel)  was  vehemently  opposed  to  her  leaving 
home  down  south  for  any  kind  of  career.-  But  he  lost 
out.  So  did  a  couple  of  men  (Merv  Griffith  and  Doug- 
las Dick)  who  were  in  love  with  her  later.  But  a  girl 
who  has  become  a  musical  comedy  star  and  an  opera 
star  by  the  age  of  27  wouldn't  have  had  much  time 
for  romance.  And  a  girl  who's  willing  to  remain  si- 
lent for  three  months  (in  order  not  to  lose  her  voice) 
won't  be  swayed  from  her  goal.  Technicolor  adds 
much  to  this  lavish  production  as  does  Kathryn  Gray- 
son's handling  of  light  and  operatic  scores. — Warners 


SECOND  CHANCE  What  Linda  Darnell  remembers 
about  her  ex-boyfriend  would  tickle  the  Senate  Crime 
Committee.  That's  why  mister  violent  death  himself, 
(Jack  Palance)  has  been  sent  all  the  way  down  to 
South  America.  Only  he  thinks  Linda's  so  pretty 
he'd  rather  seduce  her  than  shoot  her.  She'd  rather 
throw  herself  off  a  peak  of  the  Andes.  Would  too,  if 
it  weren't  for  Bob  Mitchum.  He's  a  prizefighter  with 
a  heightened  sense  of  life  (he  once  killed  a  man  in 
the  ring)  and  he  tells  her  come  with  me  and  be  my 
love.  She's  willing,  but  that  Jack  Palance  isn't  easy 
to  shake.  Relentless,  that  one.  Follows  them  right 
into  a  railway  cable  car  that  slides  people  from  one 
mountain  to  another  at  7,000  feet  above  the  ground. 
Wouldn't  you  know  that  for  the  first  time  in  23  years 
the  cables  break?  The  car  sways  like  a  yo-yo  in  the 
sky.  But  trust  Mitchum  to  pull  Darnell  right  up  cut 
of  it  into  a  cloud.   3-D  and  Technicolor — RKO 


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"I-  '  \ 

GUN  BELT  George  Montgomery  is  a  good  guy 
(once  he  was  as  bad  as  they  come,  pardner)  and 
he  lives  on  a  ranch  with  his  nephew,  Tab  Hunter. 
Tab's  father  is  a  regular  monster.  Fact  is,  he  has 
just  knifed  a  guard  on  his  way  out  of  prison.  He  and 
three  outlaws  descend  on  George;  they  want  him  to 
take  up  his  guns  again  for  a  big  job.  Not  George.  So 
his  brother  (John  Dehner)  robs  a  bank  while  George 
is  in  there  making  a  payment.  You  see,  it's  a  frame- 
up.  Now  George  has  to  ride  out  of  town  with  the 
gang  or  the  townspeople  will  lynch  him.  But  George 
and  his  brother  have  a  fight  and  his  brother  acci- 
dentally gets  shot.  Too  bad  Tab  Hunter  is  around 
when  it  happens.  He  doesn't  think  it's  an  accident. 
He  thinks  George  did  it.  George  is  beginning  to  get 
a  little  frantic,  but  he  pulls  himself  together,  decides 
to  ride  with  the  outlaws  so  he  can  turn  the  whole 
bunch  of  'em  over  to  the  Marshal.  Will  he  do  it? 
You  can  bet  your  boots  he  will.  Technicolor,  with 
Helen  Westeott,  William  Bishop,  Douglas  Kennedy 
— United  Artists 


THE  BAND  WAGON  Songs  (a  lot  of  them  old  fa- 
vorites) by  Arthur  Schwartz  and  Howard  Dietz, 
dancing  by  Astaire  and  Charisse  (the  most  spectacu- 
lar number  is  a  parody  of  Mickey  Spillane's  detec- 
tive stories)  and  a  well-turned  script  by  Betty  Com- 
den  and  Adolph  Green  combine  to  make  The  Band 
Wagon  one  of  the  best  musicals  in  years.  Fred  As- 
taire plays  a  celebrity  people  are  beginning  to  ignore. 
When  he  arrives  in  New  York  the  song  on  his  lips  is 
"By  Myself,"  but  a  couple  of  people  come  along  and 
change  that  tune.  The  couple  are  Oscar  Levant  and 
Nanette  Fabray;  they've  written  a  show  for  him  and 
they've  lined  up  a  brilliant,  if  somewhat  eccentric, 
director  (Jack  Buchanan)  to  handle  it.  That's  the 
take-off — the  rest  is  color,  gaiety  and  talent  all  the 
way.  Technicolor,  natch,  with  Vincente  Minnelli  di- 
recting.— MGM 


ISLAND  IN  THE  SKY  Men  are  always  fighting  each 
other.  What  they  sometimes  forget  is  that  they're 
often  fighting  nature,  too.  This  movie  tells  you  what 
that  battle  can  be  like.  John  Wayne,  a  pilot  for  20 
years,  now  flying  an  Army  Transport  plane,  makes  a 
forced  landing  somewhere  in  Greenland.  Whether 
he'll  be  rescued  or  not  is  hard  to  say,  but  Wayne  is 
counting  on  it,  as  is  his  crew  of  four.  Radioman  Wal- 
ly  Cassell  keeps  transmitting  messages  until  the  juice 
runs  out.  They  have  enough  food  for  a  few  days  and 
a  nice,  cool  climate  (70  below).  Back  in  the  States, 
Colonel  Walter  Abel  gets  up  a  searching  party  among 
the  pilots  who  have  known  Wayne  for  years  and 
won't  let  him  down  without  a  struggle.  They  can't 
find  him  the  first  time  over  and  the  wait  in  that  deso- 
late nowhere  grows  unbearable.  Lovatt  (Sean  Mc- 
Clorv)  gets  lost  in  a  snowstorm  and  dies  within  arm's 
reach  of  the  lean-to.  But  Wayne  keeps  them  going. 
Big  climax!  Lloyd  Nolan,  James  Arness,  Andy  De- 
vine,  Allyn  Joslyn  are  in  the  cast. — Warners' 


MISSION  OVER  KOREA  This  movie  is  dedicated  to 
the  men  who  scout  the  skies  in  Army  L-5  cub  planes. 
They  don't  carry  weapons;  they  just  dart  in  and 
around  enemy  fire,  taking  pictures,  observing,  getting 
killed.  John  Hodiak  and  John  Derek  are  stationed  at 
Kimpo  Field,  Seoul,  before  the  outbreak  of  war  in 
Korea.  Hodiak  has  a  wife  (Maureen  O'Sullivan) 
and  family;  Derek  is  a  brash  young  officer  who  meets 
an  Army  nurse  (Audrey  Totter)  in  Japan,  but  doesn't 
have  much  time  to  woo  her.  When  the  fighting  starts 
Hodiak  and  Derek  are  in  the  thick  of  it,  and  you  get 
a  good  idea  of  the  desolation,  terror  and  fury  that 
war  brings — even  if  it  is  only  a  police  action.  You 
also  see  how  heroes  are  made  and  murdered  in  a 
matter  of  minutes.  Cast  included  Harvey  Lembeck, 
Richard  Erdman,   William   Chun. — Col. 


RIDE,  VAOUERO!  Howard  Keel  is  a  homesteader,  or 
would  be,  if  Anthony  Quinn,  leader  of  the  Mexican 
border  raiders,  would  stop  burning  down  his  ranch. 
Quinn  is  afraid  of  men  like  Keel — they're  too  smart, 
too  idealistic  and  too  brave — and  for  them  to  settle  in 
Texas  would  mean  the  end  of  wild  times.  Robert 
Taylor  is  the  silent,  cynical  right  hand  man  whom 
Quinn  loves  like  a  brother.  Together  they  raise  terror 
at  will  because  life  means  little  to  them.  One  day 
Keel  catches  up  with  Taylor  and  can  easily  kill  him. 
Instead  he  asks  for  Taylor's  help  on  the  ranch.  Tay- 
lor agrees.  He  admires  Keel.  He  admires  Keel's 
wife  (Ava  Gardner).  And  that's  the  trouble.  When 
Taylor  sees  where  admiration  can  lead  he  saddles  up 
his  horse  and  gits  (underneath  that  brooding  ex- 
terior lurks  an  honorable  man).  He  rides  into  town 
a  few  minutes  after  Quinn  has  ripped  it  open  and  is 
in  the  process  of  slowly  pumping  Keel  full  of  holes. 
The  movie  is  fraught  with  atmosphere,  but  some- 
times you  can't  help  wondering  why.  Ansco  Color — 
MGM 


EAST  OF  SUMATRA  Jeff  Chandler  is  a  mining  en- 
gineer who  sets  his  crew  down  on  the  Island  of 
Tungga  to  look  for  tin.  First  thing  they  find  is  Suzan 
Ball  cavorting  in  a  waterfall.  She  is  the  native  chief- 
tain's bride-to-be,  and  that  chieftain  (Anthony  Quinn) 
is  pretty  wise  in  the  ways  of  men.  He  makes  Jeff 
promise  to  provide  medicine  for  his  people  in  return 
for  their  labor.  Chandler  promises  but  he  can't  help 
it  if  his  boss  (John  Sutton)  is  a  rat  and  won't  even 
part  with  a  Band-aid.  Quinn  thinks  Chandler  be- 
trayed him  and  wants  to  start  a  war.  "Don't  fight, 
boys,"  says  Suzan,  and  they  don't — until  the  native 
rice  crop  mysteriously  burns  up.  Quinn  methodically 
destroys  Chandler's  plane  and  supplies  and  cuts  off 
all  means  of  escape.  It  looks  like  fast  starvation  until 
Chandler  challenges  Quinn  to  a  fight  to  the  death. 
(They  use  flaming  torches  and  daggers.)  Also  in 
cast  of  East  of  Sumatra  are  Marilyn  Maxwell,  Jay 
C.  Flippen.     Technicolor. — U-I 


EAST  OF  SUMATRA 


modern  screen  in  the  news 


RITA'S 

NEWEST 
LOVE 


THE  DANCING  EX-PRINCESS  HAS  CHOSEN  HER  NEW  FAVORITE- DICK  HAYMES    •    By  Consuelo  Anderson 


Rita  has  found  her  own  kind  of  man,  the  romantic,  Latin,  marrying  kind. 


■  There  are  some  actresses  who,  introverted  and 
self-sufficient,  can  go  through  life  for  long  periods  of 
time  without  a  man. 

Rita  Hayworth  is  not  one  of  these. 

Without  love  and  masculine  attention  she  is  like 
a  rose  without  sun  and  water.  She  withers. 

Rita  knows  this.  Which  is  why  she  has  found 
herself  a  new  beau  and,  potentially,  a  new  husband. 
He  is  Dick  Haymes,  the  tall,  37-year-old,  handsome 
crooner  from  the  Argentine  whose  love  life 
has  been  every  bit  as  hectic  as  Rita's. 

As  you  undoubtedly  know,  Haymes,  four  years  ago, 
was  involved  in  one  of  Hollywood's  juiciest  and 
most  publicized  scandals.  That  was  in  Palm 
Springs  when  he  took  three  looks  at  Errol  Flynn's 
then-wife,  the  beautifully  lusty  Nora,  and 
promptly  lost  his  heart  to  her. 

At  the  time  he  was  married  to  Joanne  Dru,  a  girl  of 
quiet  but  insinuating  beauty,  and  the  mother  of  his 
three  wonderful  children.   But  Dick  petitioned 
for  his  freedom. 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  he  was  so  smitten  by  Nora,  so 
anxious  to  make  her  his,  that  he  agreed  to  pay 
Joanne  any  sum  ranging  from  $9,600  to  $14,000  a 
year  for  support  in  addition  to  taking  out  insurance 
policies  for  the  offspring,  paying  their  dental  and 
medical  bills,  and  dividing  the  community  property. 

Joanne  gave  Dick  his  liberty.  Errol  Flynn,  his 
great  ego  shattered,  gave  Nora  hers  plus  the 
promise  to  pa)'  $550  a  month  for  the  support  of  their 
two  daughters,  Rory  and  Deirdre,  a  promise, 
incidentally,  which  he  has  been  delinquent  in 
fulfilling.  On  July  17,  1949,  Nora  Eddington  Flynn 
became  the  bride  of  Richard  Haymes. 

"How  does  Rita  Hayworth  fit  into  this 
picture?"  you  ask. 

It's  very  simple!  Early  this  year,  not  long  after  she 
had  lost  a  baby  son  via  miscarriage,  Nora  Haymes 
decided  that  she  and  Dick  just  couldn't  make 
a  go  of  their  marriage.  There  was  a  separation 
which  left  Haymes  free  and  lonely. 

In  New  York  on  business,  he  happened  to  run  into 
Rita  Hayworth  who  was  in  town  to  plug  Salome. 
In  fact  they  both  stayed  at  the  Plaza.  They  ate 
together.  "Steak  and  black  coffee,"  according 
to  one  waiter  who  served  them.  "And  they  looked 
very  nice,  very  simpatico."  {Continued  on  page  80) 


Now!  Make-up  that 
covers  perfectly. .  .yet  looks 
so  perfectly  natural! 


Yours  only  with  Max  Factor  Pan-Cake*  Make-Up  — 
when  yon  apply  it  by  the  new  "Light  Touch  Method"! 

NEVER  before  have  so  many  women  — women  with  dry  skin, 
oily  skin,  normal  skin— had  such  wonderful  success  with  a 
single  make-up  base. 

The  base  is  Max  Factor's  famous  Pan-Cake— the  make-up  that 
covers  so  beautifully.  And  now  it  gives  you  an  even  lovelier,  more 
natural  look  when  you  use  Max  Factor's  revolutionary  new  Light 
Touch  Method! 

The  directions  are  easy.  Just  be  sure  to  use  the  light,  light 
touch  for  make-up  that's  so  much  fresher,  prettier  ...  so  much 
kinder  to  your  complexion  .  .  .  yet  covers  as  only  Pan-Cake  can! 


Your  flawless  new 
complexion  looks 
lovely  all  day  long 
—when  you  put  on 
Max  Factor  Pan-Cake 
Make-Up  with  the  new 
Light  Touch  Method! 


1 .  Use  a  sponge 
that's  really  wet 
(just  short 
of  dripping) . 
Rub  it  lightly 
over  your  Pan-Cake 
Make-Up  —  only  a 
small  amount  is 
needed  at  a  time. 


Apply  very  lightly, 
quickly.  Pan-Cake 
is  enriched  with 
lanolin,  won't  dry 
your  skin. 
Wring  out  sponge; 
blend  lightly 
with  reverse  side. 


3.  While  face  is  still 
moist,  blot  lightly 
with  tissue 
to  remove  any 
excess.  This 
prevents  ''caking.' 


$1.60  p 


plus  tax  in  12  fashion  shades. 


Puff  on  face 
powder  generously, 
but  lightly. 
Brush  off  surplus. 
(For  an  extra-sheer 
look,  pat  lightly 
with  clean, 
moist  sponge.) 


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Your  skin  will  love  it! 
Wonderful  new  Camay  with  cold  cream 
for  complexion  and  bath! 

Here's  the  happiest  beauty  news  that  ever 
came  your  way!  Now  Camay  contains  cold 
cream.  And  Camay  is  the  only  leading  beauty 
soap  to  bring  you  this  added  luxury. 

For  your  beauty  and  your  bath — new 

Camay  with  cold  cream  is  more  delightful 
-J        than  ever.  And  whether  your  skin  is  dry  or 
oily,  new  Camay  will  leave  it  feeling  beauti- 
fully cleansed,  marvelously  refreshed. 

Of  course,  you  still  get  everything  that's 
made  Camay  famous  .  .  .  the  softer  complex- 
ion that's  yours  when  you  change  to  regular 
care  and  Camay,  that  foam-rich  Camay 
lather,  skin-pampering  Camay  mildness  and 
delicate  Camay  fragrance. 

LOOK  FOR  NEW  CAMAY  IN  THE  SAME  FAMILIAR  WRAPPER. 

It's  at  your  store  now — yours  at  no  extra  cost. 
There  is  no  finer  beauty  soap  in  all  the  world ! 


NOW     MORE     THAN  EVER 


THE     SOAP      OF     BEAUTIFUL  WOMEN 


modern  screen / October  1953 


GABLE'S 
MYSTERY  ROMANCE 


Clark  Sable's  companion,  model  Susan  Dadolle,  took  a  leave  of  absence  from  Schiaparelli's  salon  to  help  him  look  at  Europe. 


Time  was  when  Clark  Gable 
turned  to  hunting,  fishing 
and  desert  resorts  for 
entertainment  and  relaxation 
between  pictures.  Now 
he  turns  to  the  ladies. 

BY  ALICE  HOFFMAN 


■  What  does  an  actor  do  between  pictures?  Especially  if  he's  single,  wealthy, 
handsome,  and  his  name  is  Clark  Gable? 

In  California  when  he  had  finished  a  film,  the  52-year-old  star  used  to  go 
fishing  and  hunting  in  Oregon  or  speed  down  to  La  Quinta,  a  desert  resort 
south  of  Palm  Springs.  When  he  was  married  to  Lady  Sylvia  Ashley,  he'd 
come  home  to  his  house  in  Encino,  inspect  Sylvia's  latest  improvements  in 
decor  and  blow  his  top. 

Only  Gable  hasn't  been  working  in  the  U.S.A.  for  more  than  a  year  now. 
He's  been  in  Africa  and  Europe,  making  films  there  in  order  to  take 
advantage  of  the  Federal  income  tax  exemption.  And  life  in  Europe,  to  say 
the  least,  gives  actors  the  opportunity  to  be  infinitely  more  expansive  than 
they  can  be  at  home. 

Ever  since  April  of  this  year,  for  example,  when  (Continued  on  page  88) 


As  Stengel  is  to  the  Yankees — 
that's  how  Skolsky  is  to 
The  Monroe.  But  he  can't  write 
an  article  ahout  her — 
he  loves  her  too  much. 


MARILYN 


Mr.  Charles  D.  Saxon 
Editor, 

Modern  Screen 
Dear  Chuck: 

In  reply  to  your  letter,  it's  nice  to  be 
told  that  what  Boswell  was  to  Johnson 
I  am  to  Monroe,  but  flattery  will  get  you 
nowhere.  I  can't  do  an  article  on 
Marilyn  Monroe  for  you. 

Don't  forget,  Chuck,  that  when  Boswell 
published  his  notes,  Samuel  Johnson  was 
no  longer  around,  and  I  still  have  to  live  with 
The  Monroe.  You  know  what  I  mean : 
I  still  have  to  see  her  at  the  studio,  at 
restaurants,  at  her  house  and,  of  course,  get 
lifts  from  her.  No  man  ever  had  a  better- 
looking  chauffeur,  or  a  chauffeur  to  whom 
other  drivers  paid  more  attention. 

Look  what  you've  got  me  saying:  "I  still 
have  to  see  her!"  This  sounds  as  if  it  is 
a  duty,  which  it  certainly  isn't.  I  don't 
know  of  any  celebrity  who  is  more  amiable 
or  more  comfortable  to  be  with  than 
Marilyn.  No,  Chuck,  if  I  can  pull  a  line  like 
that  so  early  in  just  a  personal  letter, 
there's  no  telling  what  boners  I  might  pull 
in  an  article.  Honestly,  I  don't  think  I'm  the 
boy  for  the  job,  despite  the  fact  that  I 
know  Marilyn  so  well. 

You  probably  want  an  article  entitled 
"Why  Monroe  Will  Marry  DiMaggio,"  or 
"Why  Monroe  Won't  Marry  DiMaggio."  I 
can't  write  that  type  of  yamcjor  you.  To 
tell  the  truth,  Chuck,  (Continued  on  page  35) 


MORE  PICTURES  ON  THE  NEXT  PAGE> 


As  a  homeless  child,  Marilyn  lived  with  strangers  and  relatives,  Comfort  is  important  to  The  Monroe,  both  in  companions  and 
longed  for  a  bed  she  could  call  her  own.  With  her  first  in  dress.  She  has  no  use  for  girdles  and  pajamas  and  not  much 
money  she  bought  one— nice  and  low  so  she  wouldn't  fall  out.        use  for  shoes;  gets  no  credit  for  the  lingerie  she  wears. 


Marilyn  can  play  almost  two  tunes  on  her  old  piano,  a  keep- 
sake from  pre-Hollywood  days.  She  studies  singing  and  dra- 
matics diligently.  And  secretly,  she  reads  and  goes  to  movies. 


Glamorous  in  the  grand  manner,  M^arilyn  differs  from  her  sis- 
ters of  the  Thirties  by  spending  most  of  her  time  at  home. 
After  her  wandering,  unhappy  childhood,  she  likes  it  there. 


I    LOVE    MARILYN  continued 


I  really  don't  know  whether  Marilyn  and  Joe  will  marry 
or  not.  In  fact,  at  the  moment  I  don't  think  they  know. 
I'd  hate  to  have  to  decide  for  them,  and  then  find  they've 
done  the  opposite  and  be  caught  with  my  by-line  down. 
You  know  this  sort  of  thing  sometimes  happens  in  fan 
magazines. 

It  could  be  because  I  understand  Marilyn  that  I  won't 
hazard  a  guess  as  to  her  matrimonial  future.  But  this 
much  I  can  definitely  state:  there  is  nothing  definite. 
However,  at  post  time  (I  mean  mailing  this  letter  to  you) 
this  is  somewhat  their  routine:  Marilyn  will  often  rush 
home  from  the  studio,  still  in  make-up,  to  cook  dinner 
for  Joe.  She  usually  throws  a  couple  of  steaks  or  chops 
into  the  broiler.  And  Joe  has  taught  her  how  to  prepare 
spaghetti.  Since  going  with  him,  she  drinks  Italian  wine 
and  knows  a  few  words  of  Italian.  After  dinner  Joe  will 
stretch  out  on  the  couch  and  watch  a  Western  movie  on 
tv.  Marilyn  will  study  her  lines  for  tomorrow,  or  talk  to 
friends  on  the  telephone.  She  prefers  to  he  on  the  floor 
or  bed  when  on  the  phone.  "I  talk  better  lying  down," 
she  claims. 

Joe  doesn't  try  to  guide  her  career  or  tell  her  how  to 
play  a  role.  He  does  occasionally  make  a  sage  remark 
drawn  from  his  own  glorious  history:  "Never  mind  all 
the  publicity,  honey,"  he'll  say.  "Get  the  money." 

When  Marilyn  met  DiMaggio  all  she  knew  about  base- 
ball was  that  it  was  played  on  a  diamond  and  that  it  was 
good  for  publicity  photos.  It  was  because  of  one  of  those 
publicity  pictures,  in  fact,  that  Joe  expressed  the  desire 
to  meet  Marilyn.  A  little  over  a  year  ago  she  had  posed 
with  ballplayer  Gus  Zernial  {Continued  on  page  62) 


WITHIN  CAMERA  RANGE.  SHE  SHOWS  HER  ONLY  BABY  PICTURES  TO  SIDNEY  AND  TO  MODERN  SCREEN. 


Grown  up  a  little  at  two 


Already  glamorous  at  fou 


Very  first  cheesecake  at  five 


ALTHOUGH  HE  NEVER  COMPLAINS  AND  NEVER  EXPLAINS,  BOB  WAGNER  IS  CONSTANTLY  APPALLED 


Bob  Wagner  and  Debbie  Reynolds  were  a  friendly  twosome  and  a  He  was  enjoying  his  dates  with  blonde  Susan  Zanuck  when  the 

constant  one.  When  they  began  to  see  less  of  each  other,  Bob  was  rumors  about  that  reached  him:  "He  took  her  out  because  she  was 

astounded  to  hear  that  he  had  "thrown  her  over — broken  her  heart."  the  boss'  daughter  and  he  was  too  smart  to  miss  the  main  chance." 


lies  they  tell  about 


By  Bob  Thomas 


■  Robert  John  Wagner,  Jr.,  is  a  per- 
sonable, good  natured  and  well-ad- 
justed young  man  of  23.  It's  amazing 
that  some  people  have  been  prompted 
to  tell  so  many  lies  about  him. 

Bob  is  amazed,  too.  He  can't  under- 
stand why  it  happens. 

"Look,"  he  says,  "I'm  easy  to  get 
along  with.  I  like  people  and  I  hope  they 
like  me.  I  work  hard  at  my  job  and  try 
to  do  the  best  I  can.  I  can't  understand 
why  people  would  go  out  of  their  way 
to  tell  lies  about  me." 

Usually  he  follows  the  advice  of  an- 
other performer  who  is  expert  in  the 
art  of  remaining  a  star — Alan  Ladd. 
Bob  used  to  date  Carol  Lee  Ladd,  and 
he  listened  carefully  to  words  of  wisdom 
from  her  father.  After  all.  Alan  has  been 


BY    THE    "NEWS"    HE    HEARS   ABOUT  HIMSELF. 


On  location  in  Florida,  Bob  was  startled  to  hear  of  his  sudden, 
dramatic  engagement  to  Terry  Moore.  They  cleared  up  that 
one  and  the  story  was  that  Bob  was  party  to  a  publicity  stujit. 


Working  with  Barbara  Stanwyck  whom  he  admires,  he  sometimes  went  out 
with  her  and  other  members  of  the  cast  of  Titanic  after  the  day's 
shooting  was  over.    In  the  news,  this  became  a  full-fledged  romance. 


Even  at  home,  he  isn't  safe.  The  gossip  on  that  front  is  that 
Robert  Wagner,  Sr.,  used  his  money  and  influence  so  that  his 
little  boy  needn't  go  through  the  usual  trials  to  be  a  star. 


able  to  keep  a  large  and  devoted  follow- 
ing through  good  pictures  and  bad. 

On  the  question  of  what  to  do  about 
false  rumors,  Alan  said  simply:  "Never 
complain;  never  explain." 

When  major  and  minor  crises  arise, 
Bob  remembers  those  words.  Recently  a 
columnist  printed  the  information  that 
Robert  Wagner  had  hired  an  independ- 
ent press  agent — to  keep  his  name  and 
face  out  of  print.  The  item  attempted 
to  explain  that  he  had  been  on  six  mag- 
azine covers  lately  and  felt  too  much 
publicity  would  endanger  his  career. 

A  studio  publicist  hastily  called  Bob 
for  confirmation.  The  report  was  false, 
he  said. 

"Then  don't  you  want  to  issue  a  de- 
nial?" asked  the  publicist. 


Bob  remembered  Alan  Ladd's  words. 
"No,"  he  replied.  "Let's  just  let  the 
whole  matter  drop." 

But  there  comes  a  time  when  even 
such  an  easy-going  guy  as  Bob  Wagner 
must  blow  off  steam.  And  so  when  I 
asked  him  to  clear  up  all  the  distortions, 
untruths  and  outright  lies  that  have  been 
circulated  about  him,  he  jumped  at  the 
chance. 

One  writer  put  forth  the  claim  that 
Bob  had  been  unfair  to  Debbie  Rey- 
nolds. The  writer  quoted  a  friend  of 
Debbie's  as  saying: 

"Oh!  That  Bob  Wagner!  How  could 
he  break  that  poor  little  girl's  heart?  I'm 
telling  you  that  when  he  threw  Debbie 
over,  he  broke  her  heart — broke  it  right 
into  pieces!  And  what  for?  Just  so 


that  he  could  buzz  from  one  girl  to  the 
next.  I  thought  he  had  more  sense  than 
that.  I  really  did.  He  didn't  know  when 
he  was  well  off.  I  guess  he'll  just  have 
to  grow  up." 

The  statement  that  he  broke  Debbie's 
heart  is  pure  nonsense,  says  Bob. 

"There  never  was  anything  serious  be- 
tween us,"  he  explained.  "We  went  out 
together — went  out  a  great  deal.  But 
we  never  had  any  real  romance.  Debbie 
wanted  it  that  way,  and  I'agreed.  After 
all,  she  is  all  wrapped  up  in  her  career, 
and  so  am  I.  We  are  both  at  a  very 
critical  stage,  when  hard  work  and  con- . 
centration  will  make  the  difference  be- 
tween, getting  ahead  in  the  business  or 
missing  the  boat. 

"We  never  {Continued  on  page  96) 


37 


LOVE  IS  A  LONG  SHOT 


The  James'  first  big  winner,  Big  Noise,  thunders  past  Grey  Tower  and  Count  Me  Out  to  win  the  Futurity  and  $100,000. 


The  wise  money  didn't 
back  the  Grable- James 
marriage.  So  what  made  it  go 
for  ten  years?  Betty 
offers  a  horsey  reason. 

JACK  WADE 


0 


The  James'  jockeys  ride  for  money  and  for  honor 
— and  for  Betty's  kiss  to  the  winner.  She's  the 
greatest   innovation   since  the   starting  gate. 


nee,  when  she  was  very  young,  Betty  Grable 
shed  bitter  tears  over  a  love  that  had  failed.  Like 
Elizabeth  Taylor,  Shirley  Temple  and  Jane  Powell, 
who  in  later  years  were  to  experience  the  folly  of 
too-early  marriage  against  parental  objection,  Betty 
cringed  from  the  explosive  publicity  that  accom- 
panied her  divorce  from  ex-child  actor,  Jackie 
Coogan,  and  swore  to  herself  that  next  time  she'd 
know  the  real  thing.  Yet,  she  admits  that  when  she 
married  orchestra  leader  Harry  James,  the  "wise 
money"  in  Hollywood  was  betting  that  their  mar- 
riage wouldn't  go  six  weeks.  The  odds  were  simply 
against  it.  The  recipe  was  one  that  had  never  worked . 

Take  one  superb  blonde  movie  star  who  had  become 
the  pin-up  idol  of  millions  of  service  men  and  the 
meal  ticket  for  thousands  of  theater  owners.  Take 
one  top  band  leader,  required  by  the  nature  of 'his 
profession  to  bounce  endlessly  around  the  United 
States  away  from  home  for  ten  months  out  of  the 
year.  Mix  them  together  in  a  marital  state  and  any 
sensible  person  will  tell  you  that  the  result  must  be 
unpalatable  chaos. 

Today,  while  the  verdict  may  still  be  out  on  the 
love  futures  of  Liz  Taylor,  Shirley  Temple  and  Janie 
Powell,  it  appears  that  the  marriage  of  Ruth  Eliza- 
beth Grable  to  a  horn  player  named  Harry  James 
on  July  5,  1943,  has  tossed  normally  sound  reason- 
ing into  the  ash  can. 
How  have  they  managed  to  do  it? 
"We  both  like  horses,"  Betty  answers  simply. 
To  some  of  the  psychologists  who  prepare  those 
deep  thinking  articles,  such  a  statement  is  ridiculous 
in  the  extreme.  Yet,  the  brainy  efforts  of  these  mar- 
riage experts  over  the  years  have  done  little  to  stem 
the  tide  of  divorce.  It  would  (Continued  on  page  85) 


39 


Ring  around  Rosie 


After  they  were  married  in  Durant,  Oklahoma,  Rosie 
and  Joe  smilingly  made  wedding  pictures  with  some 
of  the  guests.  Left  to  right:  Olivia  De  Havilland, 
Charles  Meeker,  Margaret  Whiting,  and  Ann  Crowley. 


There  are  long  faces  and  short 
tempers  over  Rosie's  marriage.  But 
nothing  bothers  the  unblushing  bride. 
She's  singing  and  shouting,  "Just 
flippin'  my  lid!  Never  been  happier!' 

BY  PETER  PRESTON 


■  When  the  news  broke  in  Cincinnati  a  few 
weeks  ago  that  Rosemary  Clooney,  25,  of  Maysville, 
Kentucky,  and  Jose  Vicente  Ferrer,  41,  of 
Ossining,  New  York,  had  gotten  married  in  a  small 
Oklahoma  town,  four  hours'  ride  from  Dallas,  a  young 
woman  who  had  once  gone  to  Withrow  High  School 
with  Rosemary  leaned  across  the  breakfast  table.  She 
handed  her  husband  the  morning  newspaper  and 
pointed  to  the  Clooney-Ferrer  wedding  announcement. 

"Now,"  she  snapped,  "I  believe  in  miracles." 

The  husband  of  the  young  society  matron  read 
the  brief  news  item  and  said,  "What's  wrong  with 
their  getting  married?" 

"Nothing.  Except  that  if  Rosemary  Clooney 
can  get  a  famous  husband,  so  can  any  other  girl  on 
earth.  Do  you  know,  Dick,  that  when  she  was  at 
Withrow,  Rosemary  was  blackballed  by  four 
different  sororities?" 

The  husband  looked  at  his  wife  as  a  man  might 
regard  a  backward  child,  with  a  mixture  of  love 
and  pity.  "There  is  nothing  more  cruel  in 
the  world,"  he  said  softly,  "than  the  snobbishness 
of  adolescent  girls." 

There  was  a  time  only  a  few  months  ago  when 
recalling  the.  hurt  and  poverty  and  bitter  frustration  of 
her  youth,  Rosemary  Clooney  would  undoubtedly 
have  agreed  with  the  above  statement.  But 
now  that  she  is  Mrs.  Jose  Ferrer,  she  is  so  thrilled 
with  the  newness  of  marriage,  so  happy  in  her 
recently-rented  Beverly  Hills  home,  so  altogether  in 
love  with  Joe  that  the  memories  of  humiliations 
she  suffered  as  a  child  are  in  cold-storage. 

And  yet  to  those  who  knew  her  as  a  too-thin, 
jut-jawed,  spindle-shanked  girl  it  seems  like  only 
yesterday  when  she  was  aboard  the  Island  Moon, 
an  excursion  steamer  winding  down  the  Ohio. 
Hundreds  of  high  school  boys  and  girls  were  heading 
for  the  picnic  grounds,  and  Rosemary,  dressed  in  a 
cheap  little  frock,  made  over  by  her  Grandmother 
Guilfoyle,  turned  to  her  best  friend.  "I'm 
desperately  in  love  with—"  and  she  pointed  out 
the  local  handsome  Lothario.  {Continued  on  page  77) 


40 


Occasionally  Lucille  Ball  and  Desi  Arnaz  can  be  seen  at 
night  without  benefit  of  television  screen.  In  today's- 
becalmed  Mocambo,  it's  a  wholesome,  domestic  scene. 


Turistas  paying  cover  charges  to  see  intrigue  among 
the  stars  are  delighted  to  find  Arlene  Dahl  and  Fer- 
nando Lamas,  disappointed  by  their  party  manners. 


Jane  Wyman  is  among  the  few  stars  who  still  come  out 
at  night.  She  was  one  of  the  Bautzer  girls  (and  Greg  was 
one  of  the  Wyman  boys)  but  now  it's  plain  Mrs.  Karger. 


Like  most  of  the  younger  generation,  Anne  Francis 
turns  up  with  her  husband,  seems  to  have  a  good  time. 


A  FEW  STARS  STILL  TWINKLE  IN  THE  NIGHT  CLUBS,  BUT  DECOROUSLY.  GONE 


what's  happened  to 
hollywood  night  life? 


By  STEVE  CRONIN 


■  One  night  a  few  years  ago  in  a  Holly- 
wood establishment  known  then  and  now 
as  Mocambo,.  a  girl  of  mysterious  identity 
and  origin  went  over  to  Errol  Flynn  and 
broke  a  coddled  egg  on  his  head. 

The  incident  churned  up  a  few  local 
headlines  but  did  not  excite  anyone 
unduly.  This  was  in  an  era  when  the  un- 
steady graph  of  what  is  called  "Holly- 
wood night  life"  was  on  one  of  its 
periodic  climbs  toward  delirium,  and  in 
fact,  not  to  break  coddled  eggs  on  stars' 


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John  Woyne  shows  the  fashionable,  famous  Hollywood 
night  clubs  to  Pilar  Pallette.  Most  of  the  remaining 
legendary  figures  stay  home,  behave  sedately  in  public. 


Esther  Williams  and  Ben  Sage  enjoy  a  night  out  in  .a 
spot  once  famous  for  Bogart's  fisticuffs  and  Virginia 
Hill's  blithe  trampling  on  her  fabulous  sable  coats. 


Nowadays,  lucky  tourists  might  see  Jeanne  Crain  danc- 
ing with  her  husband;  once  they  could  have  seen  a  lady 
break  a  carefully  coddled  egg  on  Errol  Flynn's  head. 


In  the  good,  old  days,  the  lady  stars  hit  the  town  with 
a  different  escort  every  night.  Maureen  O'Hara,  hus- 
bandiess,  goes  out  with  her  brother,  Jimmy  Lilburn. 


ARE  THE  LUSTY,  BRAWLING,  BOTTLE-SWINGING,  BUTTER-THROWING, SPENDTHRIFT  STARS  OF  THE  THIRTIES. 


heads  was  considered  effete.  Actually  the 
incident  passed  off  rather  well,  occasion- 
ing no  discomfort  to  anyone  save  Mr. 
Flynn,  who  underwent  the  shock  you 
would  expect  of  a  man  who  has  no  deadly 
aversion  to  eggs  taken  externally  but 
who  hadn't  happened  to  order  a  shampoo. 

The  red-haired  girl  had  not  known  Mr. 
Flynn  nor  he  her.  She  went  over  to  his 
table  and  'asked  if  he  were  Errol  Flynn. 
No  perjurer,  Flynn  said  he  was.  The 
Errol  Flynn?  the  girl  asked.  Mr.  Flynn 


didn't  simper.  He  just  said  yup.  Squooosh. 

Mocambo  was  loaded  with  filmdom's 
hot  rocks  that  evening.  They  laughed  ap- 
preciatively and  resumed  the  somewhat 
intense  business  of  roistering  in  the  pub- 
lic eye.  A  few  paid  tribute  to  Flynn's 
acumen  in  hiring  an  egg-plopper  all  his 
own.  and  a  few  others  decided  the  caper 
was  an  authentic  one.  raising  the  charitable 
grounds  that  Flynn's  coiffure  and  a 
coddled  egg  were  natural  affinities.  Ham, 
that  is.  was  mentioned,  but  in  no  more 


vicious  a  spirit  than  a  baby  cobra  might 
exhibit  if  stepped  on.  The  girl  was  hauled 
away  before  she  could  apply  pepper  and 
salt  and  life  went  on. 

Well,  that  was  a  normal  Hollywood 
night  life  item  yesterday.  Tomorrow  it 
may  well  be  normal  again.  Today  it  is 
simply  nostalgic  and  a  little  quaint,  like 
a  Duesenberg  phaeton  or  a  raccoon  coat. 
Today,  if  truth  must  be  told,  Hollywood 
night  life  is  decorous  and  becalmed.-  bid- 
ing its  time.   (Continued  on  page  101) 


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A  MODERN  SCREEN  EXCLUSIVE!  HERE,  FOR  THE  FIRST  TIME,  IS  THE  REAL  STORY  BEHIND  SHIRLEY'S  HOME 


Why 

Shirley 

Temple 


by 

Hedda 
Hopper 


■  We  had  scarcely  sat  down  for  a  chat  when  a  doorbell  rang; 
and  one  of  the  most  famous  young  ladies  in  the  world, 
a  pert,  svelte  brunette,  got  up  to  answer.  Naturally  Hopper  had 
to  peep  out  to  see  who  the  caller  could  be.  It  was  a 
middle-aged  man  bearing  a  yellow  envelope. 

"I  have  a  telegram  for  Shirley  Temple,"  he  said. 

"Well,"  said  the  girl,  "I  used  to  be  Shirley  Temple." 

The  messenger  almost  dropped  his  teeth.  Scratching 
his  head  in  wonderment,  he  stared  at  the  girl  and  finally  said,  "if 
you're  Shirley  Temple,  I  must  be  getting  older  than  I  thought." 
He  seemed  a  bit  dubious  about  handing  her  the  telegram. 
I  still  don't  believe  he  thought  the  girl  was  Shirley  Temple. 

But  indeed  it  was.  After  two  years  in  the  east,  where  her 
husband,  Charles  Black,  had  served  a  re-call  term  with  Naval 
Intelligence  in  Washington,  Shirley  had  come  home — but 
not  as  Shirley  Temple.  She  insists  on  being  called  Shirley  Black. 
Her  hair  was  a  natural  dark  brunette  in  color.  Though 
her  looks  are  still  bright  with  youth,  they  contain  a  suggestion 
of  the  matronly.  Those  famous  childhood  dimples 
are  not  so  pronounced.  "I'm  a  quarter  of  a  century  old,"  she  said, 
seeming  to  take  a  particular  satisfaction  in  that  "century"  bit. 

Most  outstanding  in  Shirley's  personality  is  a  gentle,  mocking 
sense  of  humor,  which  is  applied  liberally  toward  herself. 
In  conversation  you  have  to  watch  that  girl, 
or  she'll  have  your  neck  in  a  twist  from  double-takes 
trying  to  find  out  whether  she's  serious  or  kidding.  Almost 
always  there  is  a  faint  trace  of  humor  in  her  eyes. 

"Well,"  said  I,  "you're  stuck  with  being  Shirley  Temple 
whether  or  not  you  ever  do  another  day  of  acting.  You 
became  an  American  institution.  You  grew  into 
the  hearts  of  movie-going  people  and  they'll  never  let 
you  go.  When  do  you  start  back  to  work?" 

She  reflected  for  a  moment  before  answering.  "Hedda,"  she 
said  finally,  "you  must  understand  {Continued  on  page  90) 


"I  wed  to  be  Shirley  Temple,"  says  svelte,  matronly  Mrs. 
Charles  Black,  mother  of  Linda  Susan,  5,  and  Charles,  Jr., 
I.  "Now  I'm  not  a  star;  I'm  just  a  contented  housewife!" 


Shirley  has  no  trouble  disciplining  her  baby.  "I  just  give 
him  a  disapproving  look,"  she  says.  With  Susan,  too,  a 
look  will  usually  do  it.  Spankings  are  rare  at  the  Blacks'. 


COMING  AS  SHE  TOLD  IT  TO  HEDDA— PLUS  THE  ONLY  PICTURES  TAKEN  OF  SHIRLEY'S  FAMILY  AT  HOME! 


Shirley's  two  children  are  good  playmates  and  companions.  When 
Charlie  was  born,  the  Blacks  "gave"  him  to  Susan,  who  watches 
after  him  like  her  own  baby,  shows  no  trace  of  usual  jealousy. 


A  husky  26  pounds,  Charlie  is  quite  a  bundle  for  his  petite  mother  to 
handle,  but  he's  such  a  good  baby  Shirley  has  no  trouble  with  him. 
Shirley  came  much  nearer  death  at  his  birth,  than  most  people  realize. 


Her  son's  first  haircut  gave  Shirley  a  pang  of  nostalgia.  "A  boy's         Little  Linda  Susan  Agar,  the  daughter  of  Shirley  and  her  first  husband, 
first  haircut  is  his  first  step  to  manhood,"  says  Shirley  wistfully,         John  Agar,  is  a  bright,  friendly  child.  She  visited  the  White  House 
and  it  makes  a  mother  feel  that  her  baby  is  leaving  her  already."         with  her  parents  recently,  and  surprised  the  President  with  her  aplomb. 


45 


Jerry  Lewis'  home  looks  like  an  average  American's  .  .  .  -from  the  outside.  Inside,  it's  a  Grade  A  ma 


>ar^p 


THE 


NOT 


SO  MAD 

HOUSE 


■  A  week  before  those  two  irrepressible  zanies, 
Martin  and  Lewis,  were  scheduled  to  appear  at  the 
Palladium  in  London,  a  British  magazine  flew  one 
of  its  top  writers  across  the  Atlantic  to  interview  Jerry. 

After  many  fruitless  expeditions  all  over 
Hollywood,  the  scribe  finally  located  the 
rubber-faced,  crew-cut  comic  in  a  sporting  goods 
store.  Jerry  was  trying  on  golf  shoes. 

"I'll  need  an  extra  heavy  shoe  for  those  Scotch 
golf  courses,  don't  you  think,  old  boy?"  That 
was  Lewis'  opening  remark  to  the  visiting  Britisher. 

"Why  don't  you  wait  and  buy  a  pair 
in  London?"  the  reporter  suggested. 

"Ridiculous,"  Jerry  answered.  "They're  cheaper 
there."  Then  turning  to  the  clerk,  he  said, 
"Do  these  shoes  come  in  brown  and  white,  too?" 

Told  that  they  did,  the  gangling 
screwball  ordered  identical  pairs  in  black  and 
white,  cordovan,  and  Norwegian  calf. 

Next  he  tried  on  Bermuda-length  shorts.  They  looked 
good  to  him  so  he  bought  an  even  dozen  pairs 
in  linen,  flannel,  and  tropical  worsted.  Moving  over 
to  the  camera  department  {Continued  on  page  48) 


Patti  picked  the  colors  for  the  living  room,  thought  that  the  grey- 
green  carpet  would  be  a  good  background  for  the  pale  mahogany 
furniture:  The   portrait  of  Jerry  was   a   gift  from   Hal  Wallis. 


Jerry  is  leather-happy  ...  a  fact  easily  discerned  by  one  look  at 
his  study.  Everything — scrapbooks,  radio  s.cripts,  movie  scenarios,  is 
bound  in  expensive  gold  embossed  leather,  and  displayed  there. 


The  two  Lewis  children  share  this  double-decker  bedroom,  but 
they're  usually  to  be  found  out  in  their  playhouse,  the  one  Jerry 
had  to  buy  for  them  after  he  took  over  the  first  one  for  himself. 


No  trick  staircases,  hidden  doors 

or  sliding  panels  .  .  .  Jerry  Lewis' 
house  is  so  normal  you'd  never  know 
America's  favorite  screwball  lives  there. 

BY  MARVA  PETERSON 


Because  of  his  insecure  childhood,  Jerry  has  many  neurotic  habits. 
For  years,  he  used  to  sleep  with  a  gun  beneath  his  pillow.  In  this 
lovely  master  bedroom,  Patti  talked  him  into  giving  it  up  last  year. 


Guests  are  sometimes  so  comfortable  in  the  Lewis  guest  room  they 
refuse  to  leave!  "Especially  my  mother-in-law,"  cracks  Jerry.  (He's 
only  kidding.)  The  TV  set,  chaise  longue,  are  perfect  for  relaxing. 


MORE*- 


Early  American  is  the  motif  of  the  kitchen,  but  in  convenience  and 
modern  appliances,  it's  strictly  up-to-date.  Along  with  the  me- 
chanical wonders,  Patti  has  installed  a  magazine  rack  and  a  radio. 


the  not  so  mad  house  continued 


The  exterior  of  Jerry  Lewis'  backyard  playhouse  doesn't  begin  to  hint  at  the 
fabulous  interior.  Projection  booths,  gun  racks,  fireplace,  bar,  practically  every 
prop  money  can  buy  for  social  amusement  is  found  behind  this  modest  facade. 


Patti  had  a  few  qualms  about  the   playhouse  when  it  was   being  built, 
now  agrees  with  Jerry  that  it's  worth  every  cent.  "Our  gang   has  a  million 
laughs  out  here,  and  our  type  of  mayhem  would  wreck  the  rest  of  the  place." 


he  ordered  half  a  dozen  reflectors  and  spotlights. 
"Need  these  for  my  camera  work,"  Jerry  ex- 
plained. 

"But  I  thought  Paramount  provided  that  sort 
of  equipment!"  the  flabbergasted  Englishman 
managed  to  sputter. 

Lewis  crossed  his  eyes  and  drew  an  imaginary 
pistol  from  his  belt,  aiming  his  index  finger  at 
the  reporter's  heart.  "Say  that  one  more  time, 
you  varmint,"  he  drawled,  "and  I'll  have  you 
sent  to  the  Tower.  Do  you  hear  me,  you 
wretch?" 

Unaccustomed  to  Jerry's  shenanigans,  the 
British  reporter  scratched  his  head  in  amaze- 
ment, whereupon  Lewis  moved  up  to  him  and 
said,  "Look,  Hyman,  I  thought  I  told  you  to 
wait  outside  and  wash  the  car." 

Finished  spending  $800  in  the  sporting  goods 
store,  Jerry  then  raced  across  Wilshire  Boule- 
vard into  a  confectionary  shop.  Like  a  little  boy 
with  his  allowance  to  spend,  he  eyed  all  the 
glass  cases,  finally  settling  for  a  pound  of 
licorice,  and  bags  of  jelly  beans,  nuts,  and 
assorted  gum  drops.  "This  bulk  candy,"  he 
observed,  "gets  stale  very  quickly."  He  sampled 
a  mouthful  of  jelly  beans.  "Now,"  he  said,  "all 
we  have  to  do  is  to  stop  at  the  framer's  and 
bookbinder's — then  we're  home." 

At  the  bookbinder's  Jerry  picked  up  four  large 
scrapbooks  handsomely  bound  in  expensive  red 
leather.  They  contained  photographs  of  their 
Honolulu  Honeymoon  #2,  party  pictures  of 
son  Gary's  last  birthday,  stills  from  Scared  Stiff, 
and  hundreds  of  newspaper  clippings. 

At  the  picture-framer's  there  were  15  separate 
items  waiting  for  J.  Lewis.  All  of  his  possessions 
are  either  bound  or  framed.  This  time  he  picked 
up  his  Modern  Screen  achievement  award,  a 
cartoon  of  his  recent  knee  operation,  and  a  com- 
mendation from  the  Cerebral  Palsy  Foundation, 
among  other  pictures  and  certificates. 

Having  been  raised  in  a  period  of  post-war 
austerity  coupled  with  typical  British  restraint, 
the  English  reporter  was  staggered  by  the  morn- 
ing's shopping  spree.  "I  say,"  he  timidly  asked 
Jack  Keller,  Jerry's  press  agent,  "does  this  bloke 
carry  on  this  way  everywhere?" 

Keller  was  prepared  with  a  ready  answer.  "In 
automobile  agencies,"  he  explained,  "he  only 
buys  one  car  at  a  time." 

"And  how  about  his  home?"  the  writer 
continued. 

"About  his  home  and  home-life,"  Jack  said, 
"you'd  better  speak  to  his  wife.  She's  absolutely 
normal  and  no  harm  will  come  to  you." 

Patti  Lewis  really  enjoys  keeping  house  for 
Jerry  and  their  two  sons,  Gary,  eight,  and  Ron- 
nie, three  and  a  half '.  (Continued  on  page  70) 


HOW  THE  STARS  FOUND  FAITH 


U  ncompromising  moralist 
Stewart  Granger 
prefers  not  to  discuss 
faith.  But  he  believes, 
"Man  is  to  his  Gpd 
what  he  is  to  himself." 

BY  LOU  POLLOCK 


THE 

COURAGE 
TO  FEAR 


■  The  subject  of  faith  is  one  which 
Stewart  Granger  does  not  care  to  talk 
about  with  strangers — especially  strange 
writers.  And  the  luncheon  interview  on 
which  this  story  is  based  would  certainly 
have  been  a  failure  had  Stewart  not 
suddenly  reminded  himself  of  an  old  and 
beloved  friend.  Peter  Bull,  whom  he 
recalled  as  "truly  religious."  He  had  to  tell 
you  of  his  admiration  for  Peter,  and  only 
while  speaking  of  him.  did  some  of 
Stewart's  owm  ideas  come  out. 

The  Church  of  England  into  which 
Stewart  Granger  was  born  is  not  as 
possessive  as  some  churches;  in  the  opinion 
of  many  students  of  Christianity  it  leaves 
a  lot  to  the  individual.  One  gathers 
from  talking  to  Stewart  that  he  thinks  it  is 
howr  a  man  uses  this  freedom  of  choice 
which  determines  the  truth  and  dignity  of 
his  worship.  This  is  where  Peter  comes  in. 

"Peter  never  talked  about  his  religion." 
said  Stewart.  !:He  had  accepted  it  as  a 
small  boy  because  his  father,  to  whom  he 
was  very  close,  was  a  believer  who 
fascinated  him  with  wonderful  stories  of 
God  and  the  (Continued  on  page  94) 


SHE  WOULDN'T  CALL  BACK  HER  MISTAKES  IF  SHE  COULD,  BUT  NOW  SHE  LIVES  BY  THE  BOOK. 


Mistakes 
that 

made  her 
famous 


by  John  Maynard 


■  "It  is  good  to  battle,  to  suffer,  to  be  thrown  overboard 

and  left  to  save  ourselves.  What  we  lose  in  comfort,  we  gain  in 

energy — and  energy  is  the  most  precious  of  man's  weapons." 

So  wrote  a  man  named  Wagner  a  number  of  years  ago. 
History  does  not  record  whether  or  not  his  observation 
knocked  his  audience  as  a  whole  into  a  spin.  But  it  did  induce 
in  Joan  Crawford  an  excited  pang  of  recognition. 
She  wrote  it  down  in  one  of  a  number  of  leather-bound 
volumes  in  which,  for  15  years  now,  she  has  been  recording 
similar  capsules  of  residual  wisdom. 

In  the  same  manner,  she  has  seen  eye-to-eye  with  a 
Mr.  Irving:  "Love  is  never  lost — if  not  reciprocated, 
it  will  flow  back  and  soften  and  purify  the  heart." 

And  with  a  Mr.  Moore:  "The  difficulty  in  life  is  the  choice." 

The  difficulty,  indeed.  Probably  there  should  be  some 
journalistic  ethics  against  gamboling  up  to  a  person  of  Miss 
Crawford's  professional  stature,  dignity  and  beauty,  and 
saying:  "You've  pulled  a  few  rocks  in  your  time,  haven't  you, 
pal,  and  if  so,  what  were  they?"  To  Miss  Crawford's 
everlasting  credit,  she  did  not  bridle.  She  laughed.  Laughter 
should  be  a  musical  sound  at  all  times  but  quite  frequently 
it  is  not.  Miss  Crawford's  though,  is  at  least  as  pleasant 
to  listen  to  as  any  in  (Continued  on  page  98) 


Joan  Crawford  passes  between-scenes  time  with  daughtenChristina  and  poodle  Cl'iquot.  Never  tired,  she  sleeps  two  hours  per  night. 


Jeff  Hunter  and  Rory  Calhoun  are  alt  set,  with  their  face 
masks  and  strange  underwater  weapons,  for  a  day's  skin 
diving.  For  more  pictures  and  details,  turn  the  page. 


A  preliminary  briefing  in  the  techniques  of  the  sport  is 
given  to  novice  Rory  Calhoun  by  expert  Mel  Fisher.  Jeff 
Hunter  and  Bud  Keyes,  old-timers  at  skin  diving,  look  on. 


■  The  day  was  hot,  the  sun  was  bright,  and  young 
Jeff  Hunter  was  wilted.  In  fact,  he  felt  so  little  like 
waiting  any  longer  in  the  car  for  his  pretty  wife, 
Barbara,  to  come  out  of  the  gates  of  her  studio  that  he 
finally  walked  over  to  the  gateman  and  asked 
where  he  could  get  a  tall,  cool  drink.  The  gateman 
merely  pointed  across  the  street  and  Jeff, 
being  a  Twentieth  Century-Fox"  lad  out  of  his 
neighborhood,  had  to  look  twice  to  see 
"The  Keys,"  the  small  bar  and  grill  which  caters 
to  the  off-duty  needs  of  the  folks  at  U-I. 

It  was  better  in  the  bar,  degrees  better.  Sitting  com- 
fortably over  his  tall,  (Continued  on  page  93) 


52 


Mel's  two-pounder  gets  the  boys  started.  In  skin  divers'  jargon,  you  "cut  a  fish"  when  you  spear  it,  "bump"  or  "bounce"  him  if  you  miss. 


Setting  off  for  the  deep  kelp  reefs  offshore,  Rofy,  Jeff  and  Bud  sw'trri  Marine  catches  aren't  all  flora  and  fauna!  Jeff  comes  up  with  an  old 

along  leisurely  enjoying  the  view  they  get.  of  the  ocean  floor.  There  is  rubber  boot  for  his  first  try  today.  He's  an  old  hand  at  skin  diving, 

no  beauty  above  land  that  can  equal  that  of  many  rock  formations  and  has  done  it  many  .times  in  the  warm  waters  of  the  Mediterranean, 

played  upon  by  the  ever-changing  sunlight  and  shadow  patterns  here.  For    Rory   the   sport   was    brand    new— but    he's    enthusiastic  '  now. 


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STRIP  A  MOVIE  STAR  DOWN  TO  HIS  SKIN  DIVING  SUIT  AND  YOU'LL  FIND  A  FELLOW 
WHO  WILL  OUT-MANEUVER  SHARKS  AND  SEALS  FOR  THE  SAKE  OF  A  DAY'S  FISHING. 


Getting  ready  for  the  day's  skin  diving,  Rory,  Mel  and  Bud  slip 
on  "flippers"  over  heavy  socks.  The  socks  protect  feet  from  sharp 
rocks.  Face  masks  go  on  next.  The  divers  breathe  through  a  snorkel 
tube  when  their  faces  are  submerged,  can  see  as  deep  as  50  feet. 


Rory  questions  Bud  about  the  double  cock  gun, 
the  Tarpon.  Cocked  with  both  of  its  heavy  rubber 
bands,  it  can  penetrate  a  two-by-four.  "Man,"  ex- 
claims Rory,  "this  looks  like  it  couhd  kill  a  whale!" 


Shivering  with  the  cold,  the  boys  come  out  of  the  deep  water.  Here 
at  White's  Point,  one  of  the  most  productive  spots  for  fishermen  along 
the  southern  California  coast,  the  water  temperature  is  about  60 
degrees.  A  diver  doesn't  feel  the  cold  till  he  gets  out  in  the  chill  air. 


Jeff  poses  proudly  with  his  five-pound  halibut  while  Rory  clowns  next 
to  him,  promising  big  things  for  his  second  spear  diving  excursion.  In 
addition  to  the  fish,  the  group  brought  back  a  huge  basket  full  of 
abalone,  rock  scallops  and  clams,  more  than  enough  for  all  to  feast. 


f  5 


what  it's  like  to  be 


■  Lots  of  times  when  I've  been  on  tour  and  talked 
with  strangers  they've  asked  me  what  it's  like  to  be 
Tony's  wife.  It  may  be  because  they've  caught  his 
humor  on  the  screen,  or  because  they've  read  zany  stories 
about  his  clowning.  Whatever  the  reason,  most 
people  who've  never  met  Tony  seem  to  think  life 
with  him  is  a  marathon  comedy. 

It's  that  all  right,  but  it's  a  lot  more.  They  say 
a  woman  can  be  married  to  a  man  for  fifty  years  and 
still  discover  new  things  about  him.  It's  certainly  that 
way  with  me.  In  the  two  years  we've  been  married 
Fve  continued  to  learn  new  things  about  Tony,  and  each 
discovery  seems  more  important  than  the  last. 
His  sensitivity,  his  aggressiveness,  his  pride  and  his 
humility,  his  boyish  ways  and  his  maturity — all  of  them 
keep  cropping  up.  And  I  don't  suppose  anything 
will  ever  affect  me  as  much  as  his  gentleness 
when  I  lost  our  baby  last  July. 

Most  people  have  to  know  him  a  while  before  they 
realize  that  Tony  runs  pretty  deep.  -He  is  a  truly  funny 
guy,  and  the  humor  of  our  life  together  is  a  great 
blessing,  yet  it  wasn't  his  humor  that  I  noticed  first. 

When  I  met  him  at  a  Hollywood  party  I  noticed, 
as  any  girl  would,  that  he  was  very  attractive. 
He  seemed  quiet,  and  I  was  impressed  by  the  fact  that  he 
had  none  of  the  brash  quality  that  so  often  surrounds 
successful  young  men.  At  that  time  he  wasn't  what  the 
town  would  call  successful — he  hadn't  yet  had  a 
leading  role  in  a  picture — but  his  (Continued  on  page  66) 


II 


You,  I  like!" 


The  whole  country's  in  love  with  a 
scared  little  guy.  They're  carving  hearts 

around  Red  Buttons'  name,  and  he 
loves  it — when  his  knees  stop  shaking! 

BY  JOAN  KING  FLYNN 


Helayne  McNorton  Buttons, 
■formerly  of  Ohio  and  Miami,  visits  with 
her  husband  and  his  team  at  CBS 


■  The  little  guy  was  scared,  but  you  could 
never  tell  it  by  looking.  He  laughed  and 
clowned  on  the  stage  during  rehearsal  and  he 
behaved  as  though  he  had  always  belonged  there. 

He  was  a  brand  new  tv  star,  "the  brightest 
comedy  discovery  of  the  year,"  or  so  all  the 
critics  had  said  the  week  before  when  he  made 
his  television  debut. 

"Then  what  do  I  have  to  worry  about,  now?" 
he  tried  to  reassure  himself.  "I'm  in." 

But  Red  Buttons  knew  better.  At  33,  he 
was  a  show  business  veteran.  It  wasn't  opening 
night  the  stars  and  headliners  really  worried 
about.  It  was  the  second  night.  If  the,  critics 
and  audience  panned  a  show  when  it  opened, 
it  didn't  matter  much  what  happened  the  next 
night,  but  if  they  liked  you,  if  they  stood  up 
and  cheered,  "This  boy's  got  it!  He's  a  hit!" 
then  the  second  night  jitters  set  in. 

You've  got  to  follow  yourself.  You've  got  to 
be  as  good,  if  not  better,  than  you  were  the 
night  before  so  the  fans  will  continue  to  say, 
"He's  a  hit !"  instead  of,  "What  do  they  see  in 
him?  He's  a  flash  in  the  pan.  He  can't  sustain 
the  pace." 

That  was  what  worried  Red  Buttons  even 
though  the  first  and  second  nights  for  his  fv 
show  were  a  week  apart.  He  had  never  been  in 
this  predicament  before.  When  he  was  a  kid  in 
the  Catskills  trying  out  his  jokes  on  an  audi- 
ence of  summer  vacationers,  he  was  too  young 
and  inexperienced  to  be  scared.  When  he  was 
in  burlesque  or  the  nightclubs  or  theater,  the 
second  night  jitters  weren't  so  bad.  His  act 
was  the  same.  He  didn't  have  to  worry  about 
new  material.  All  he  had  to  worry  about  was 
himself. 

Television  was  different.  You  couldn't  do  the 
same  thing  every  time.  Each  week  had  to  be  an 
entirely  new  show.  (Continued  on  page  81) 


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WHEN  MODERN  SCREEN  AND  RKO  PROMISED  WORK  IN  A  HOLLYWOOD  MOVIE  TO  THE  WINNERS  OF  THE  GIRLS 


Reporting  for  harem  duty.  Left  to  right:  Dawn  Oney,  In  the  RKO  casting  office,  Janet  Camerford  Always  more  paper  work.  Filling  out 
Joan  Pastin,  Judy  Raben,  Mary  Ann  Edwards,  Alyce  Cronin,  signs  the  proffered  document.  This  is  her  first  biographical  questionnaires  accounts 
Janet  Camerford,  Marilyn  Bonney  and  Marvleen  Prentice,     movie  assignment  since  she  played  a  baby  role,     for   the    eight    pensive  expressions. 


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report  on 
modern  screen's 
Cinderella  girls 


I  aybe  you've  never  had  the  ex- 
perience, but  it's  a  great  one.  One 
day  the  movies  are  a  million  miles 
away — and  the  next  you  have  a  part 
in  one  via  your  winning  photograph 
in  Modern  Screen's  Girls  Wanted 
contest !  You  wait  impatiently  in  your 
home  town  for  the  news  that  Girls 
Wanted  is  getting  started.  When  it's 
postponed  you're  absolutely  ready  to 
die!  But,  the  day  you're  told  that 
RKO  wants  you  for  a  new  3D  Techni- 
color film,  Son  of  Sinbad,  all  of  you 
except  mothers-to-be  Linda  Peppel 
and  Florence  Harper  toss  your  things 
frantically  into  a  bag  and  kiss  your 
families  goodbye. 

And  what  a  trip!  Your  first  visit 
to  the  studio — will  you  ever  forget 
it?  Your  wardrobe  as  a  princess  in 
the  harem  of  the  Khalif  of  Bagdad — 
will  the  neighbors  ever  forget  that? 
And  then  an  unexpected  week  while 
the  picture  waits  for  Lili  St.  Cyr's 
appendix  to  calm  down  and  you  visit 
the  famous  nightclubs  on  "the  Strip," 
chat  with  the  stars  (your  co-work- 
ers!) and  eat  at  the  Brown  Derby. 

Some  of  you  are  inspired  to  try  an 
acting  career.  Congratulations  par- 
ticularly to  Mary  Ann  Edwards  for 
capturing  some  TV  work !  But  all  of 
you  had  a  trip  straight  out  of  a  Tech- 
nicolor dream — a  time  to  be  long  re- 
membered not  only  by  you  Cinderella 
Girls,  but  by  everyone  who  had  the 
fun  of  knowing  and  working  with  you. 


t ANTED  CONTEST,  18,000  READERS  ENTERED  THE  RACE.    HERE  ARE  EIGHT  WINNERS  AT  HARD  LABOR. 


ihe  girls  go  over  the  script  with  Robert  Designer  Michael  Woulfe  supervises  the  costume  To  the  harem,  at  last.  Our  girls  look  right  at 
jparks,  producer  of  Son  Of  Smbad.  They  fitting.  Joarr  Pastin  and  Dawn  Oney,  both  pho-  home  in  this  Bagdad-on-the-Strip  with  welcoming 
vere   originally   cast   in    Girls   Wanted,    tographers'  models,  try  on  their  Oriental  finery,     potentate   Leon  Askin  and  son   Dale  Robertson 


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[  love  marilyn 

(Continued  from  page  35)  when  he  and 
his  team  were  in  Hollywood  for  spring 
training.  "I  never  got  to  pose  with  such 
good-looking  girls  when  I  was  playing 
ball,"  said  DiMaggio.  Some  months  later 
David  March,  a  mutual  friend,  arranged 
for  them  to  have  dinner  with  him  at  the 
Villa  Nova  restaurant.  Marilyn  liked  Joe 
immediately.  Let  me  tell  you  something 
about  Marilyn,  Chuck.  She  has  great  in- 
stincts. She  can  detect  a  phony,  person 
or  situation,  almost  at  once.  She'd  'much 
rather,  and  often  does,  stay  at  home  by 
herself  than  go  out  out  with  some  big 
movie  star  or  producer  or  director.  I 
know  many  who  have  asked  her  repeat- 
edly— some  of  the  names  would  shock 
even  you — but  she  managed  to  avoid  them 
all  gracefully.  If  you'll  think  back,  you 
can't  recall  one  fake  romantic  item  about 
her,  and  this  is  the  general  custom  for 
starlets  and  young  actresses  being  given 
the  buildup. 

When  Marilyn  and  Joe  first  started  go- 
ing together,  she  was  asked  if  she  and 
Joe  discussed  baseball.  She  replied 
thoughtfully,  "The  subject  has  never  come 
up."  Since  then  she  has  seen  a  few 
games  with  Joe  but  doesn't  quite  dig  it. 
She  is  not  an  outdoor  sports  enthusiast. 

It  has  really  never  mattered  to  her  that 
Big  Joe  (that's  what  Marilyn  calls  him) 
was  one  of  the  truly  great  ballplayers  of 
all  time.  What  impressed  her  much  more 
was  an  incident  that  took  place  last 
Christmas  Eve.  Marilyn  had  attended  the 
studio's  annual  Christmas  party,  appear- 
ing gay,  seeming  to  be  enjoying  herself. 
Then  she  left,  with  nothing  to  do  but  to 
return  home — at  thaj,  time  a  single  room 
at  the  Beverly  Hills  Hotel — and  wait  for 
a  phone  call  from  Joe,  who  was  visiting 
his  family  in  San  Francisco.  When  Mari- 
lyn entered  her  room  she  found  a  minia- 
ture Christmas  tree  standing  on  the  table, 
a  pasteboard  sign  on  which  was  hand- 
printed: "Merry  Christmas,  Marilyn,"  and 
Joe  sitting  in  a  chair  in  the  corner. 

"It's  the  first  time  in  my  life  anyone 
ever  gave  me  a  Christmas  tree,"  she  told 
me  days  later.  "I  was  so  happy  I  cried." 
This  from  the  blonde  who  sings  "Diamonds 
Are  A  Girl's  Best  Friend." 

This  isn't  the  kind  of  sensational  story 
I  suspect  you'd  expect  about  a  girl  who 
can  take  a  conventional  product  like  a 
calendar  and  turn  it  into  the  talk  of  a 
nation.  Maybe  it's  because  I  know  Mari- 
lyn so'  well  and  am  so  close  to  her  (there 
I  go  again  with  the  kind  of  remark  that 
could  be  misconstrued  in  an  article!)  that 
I  can't  do  the  type  of  story  I  believe  you 
want.  Often,  Chuck,  I  find  that  if  I  know 
people  too  intimately  I  can't  write  about 
them  as  well  as  if  I  don't  know  too  much 
about  them.  Does  this  ever  happen  to 
you? 

It's  a  unique  kind  of  friendship  that 
Marilyn  and  I  have.  Just  how  it  started, 
I  don't  know.  Nor  does  The  Monroe.  We 
were  discussing  it  the  other  eyening,  and 
neither  of  us  could  place  the  occasion 
when  we  first  met,  or  how  we  took  to 
each  other.  I  guess  our  association,  like 
Topsy,  jes'  growed. 

All  I  can  definitely  recall  is  that  the 
first  time  I  met  her  I  told  her  she  was 
going  to  be  a  movie  star — one  of  the  big- 
gest the  screen  has  known.  And  during 
the  first  year  or  so  of  our  acquaintance, 
I  remember,  we  were  standing  in  front 
of  the  magazine  rack  at  Schwab's  and 
Marilyn  was  looking  longingly  at  the 
row  of  fan  magazines.  She  asked,  "Do 
you  think  I'll  ever  have  my  picture  in 
one  of  them?"  Now,  with  her  kisser  on 
practically  every  magazine  cover  and 
pictures  scattered  throughout  every  maga- 


zine, it  doesn't  seem  possible  that  there 
was  a  fan  magazine  without  her  picture, 
does  it? 

In  your  letter  you  asked  me  to  explain 
how  the  bit  about  pinch-hitting  for  Joe 
DiMaggio  started.  Well,  that's  something 
I  can  do,  Chuck,  because  it's  a  piece  of 
personal  info  that's  strictly  for  a  letter. 
It  was  late  in  the  afternoon  and  I  was  in 
my  office  when  Marilyn  phoned  and  asked 
me  if  I  would  escort  her  to  a  dinner  given 
by  a  fan  magazine  at  which  she  was  to 
receive  her  first  important  award.  Many 
more  would  follow,  but  I  guess  the  first 
always  has  a  special  significance.  I  had 
already  made  my  excuses  to  the  maga- 
zine editor,  for  I  had  a  great  deal  of  work 
to  do.  "What's  the  matter  with  Joe?"  I 
offered.  "You  know  he  doesn't  like  to 
go  to  those  big  public  affairs.  Arid  be- 
sides, I'd  rather  you  went,"  she  said.  And 
she  said  it  in  that  soft,  seductive  voice  of 
hers  and  of  course  I  said  yes.  I'd  like  to 
hear  you  say  no.  Chuck. 


My  father  took  me  to  see  the  opera. 
During  the  second  act,  I  poked 
poppa  and  said,  "Look  at  that  rich 
lady  up  there  in  the  box!  What  do 
you  think  she's  doing  during  all  this 
beautiful  music?  She's  sleeping!" 
And  poppa  said,  "And  for  this  you 
have  to  wake  me  up?" 

Sam  Levcnson 
on  CBS  TV 


Before  Marilyn  arrived  I  was  paged. 
She  was  calling  from  the  studio:  "I'll  be  a 
little  late.  They're  sewing  my  dress  on 
me.  I'll  explain  later."  (Marilyn  is  al- 
ways late.  She  once  phoned  an  inter- 
viewer at  the  exact  time  she  was  sup- 
posed to  meet  him  and  asked  him  to  post- 
pone their  date  an  hour  so  she  wouldn't 
be  late.)  Anyway,  Marilyn  finally  arrived, 
wearing  a  gold  evening  gown  that  both 
raised  and  lowered  the  gold  standard  at 
the  same  time.  I  knew  immediately  what 
she  had  meant  by  "they're  sewing  my 
dress  on  me."  It  was  not  something  she 
had  slipped  into. 

As  Marilyn  and  I  walked  toward  the 
banquet  room,  I  asked  why  she  had  in- 
sisted I  accompany  her.  She  told  me  she 
likes  to  be  with  me  because  she  feels 
comfortable.  That's  a  big  thing  with  Mari- 
lyn— feeling  comfortable.  She  gets  a  sense 
of  security  and'  a  conviction  that  she  "be- 
longs" from  it.  Maybe  I'll  tell  you  more 
about  this  later,  Chuck.  But  there  was 
another  reason  The  Monroe  wanted  me 
with  her  this  particular  evening  and  it  was 
revealed  very  soon.  She  was  asked  to 
pose  for  the  newsreel  cameras  receiving 
the  award,  and  the  man  in  charge  wanted 
a  studio  official  to  stand  next  to  her  and 
the  magazine  editor.  In  that  soft,  almost 
pleading  voice  of  hers,  Marilyn  said:  "I'd 
like  Sidney  to  be  with  me  in  the  news- 
reel.  You  see,  he  had  faith  in  me  when  I 
could  only  dream  of  evenings  like  this. 
I'd  feel  much  better  if  he  were  standing 
with  me."  You  probably  saw  this  news- 
reel,  Chuck,  but  never  noticed  me.  I  tell 
you  the  incident  because  it's  the  beginning 
of  the  "pinch-hitting";  but  I  happen  to 
like  it,  too,  because  it  demonstrates  Mari- 
lyn's loyalty. 

Well,  my  boy,  you  have  no  idea  what 
this  pinch-hitting  role  did  for  me!  I  must 
have  hit  the  ball  out  of  the  park,  because 
soon  I  was  known  as  Marilyn's  pinch- 
hitting  escort.  Mickey  Mantle  can  take 
DiMaggio's  place  with  the  Yankees — I 
much  prefer  to  take  his  place  with  The 
Monroe.  It's  to  be  expected  that  more 
fellows  would  say  hello  to  me  than  ever 
did  before,  but  what  I  wasn't  prepared  for 
was  the  reaction  of  the  ladies! 

Glamor  gals  who  had  previously  looked 
upon  me  as  merely  a  short,  dark,  bespec- 


tacled fellow  with  a  pencil,  looked  at  me 
through  different  eyes.  I  became  a  glamor 
boy.  It's  to  laugh,  isn't  it?  Not  only  did 
some  of  the  most  important  and  loveliest 
actresses  in  town  want  to  find  out  what 
Marilyn  saw  in  me,  but — and  this  is  the 
pay-off — they  wanted  to  prove  to  me  that 
they  were  more — shall  I  say — attractive 
than  Monroe!  I  won't  mention  names, 
even  in  a  letter,  so  don't  get  excited  and 
write  me  that  this  angle  might  make  a 
good  magazine  piece.  A  gentleman  doesn't 
tell  such  things. 

I  did  tell  Marilyn  about  this,  however 
(we  tell  each  other  everything),  and  she 
was  quite  amused.  Marilyn  doesn't  think 
other  girls  like  her  and  she  prefers  the 
company  of  men.  "Men  understand  me," 
she  says.  She  is  probably  right,  but  to  be 
more  accurate,  she  should  have  said  that 
she  understands  men.  Marilyn  has  also 
said,  "The  luckiest  thing  that  ever  hap- 
pened to  me  was  being  born  a  woman." 
In  this  she  is  undoubtedly  right,  but  again, 
it  is  just  as  accurate  to  say  that  it's  a 
lucky  thing  for  men,  too. 

But  The  Monroe  is  off-base  in  her  be- 
lief that  women  don't  like  her.  If  she 
gives  them  half  a  chance  to  know  her, 
they  always  do.  Take  her  relationships 
with  Jane  Russell  and  Betty  Grable,  for 
example.  You'd  think  she  and  Jane  and 
she  and  Betty  would  be  at  each  other  like 
cats.  Some  fan  magazine  even  ran  arti- 
cles about  Marilyn's  feud  with  Russell, 
and  others  tried  to  promote  a  feud.  (I  can 
hear  you,  Chuck,  saying:  "Why  I  Like 
Jane  and  Betty,  by  Marilyn  Monroe,  as 
told  to  .  .  ."  But  I'm  not  your  boy  for  that 
type  of  assignment.  I  couldn't  stretch  it 
and  make  it  sustain  for  an  article.  I'll  tell 
you  the  facts,  and  I  think  you'll  see  it  my 
way.) 

When  Russell,  under  contract  to  the 
Howard  Hughes  Tool  Company,  came  over 
to  Twentieth  Century -Fox  Studios  to 
make  Gentlemen  Prefer  Blondes,  she  ar- 
rived with  all  the  fanfare  and  justified 
importance  of  a  visiting  celebrity.  Hughes 
was  shrewdly  protecting  the  most  glam- 
orous product  of  his  tool  company.  He 
had  clauses  in  the  contract  which  pro- 
vided for  Jane  to  bring  her  own  camera- 
man, Harry  Wilde;  her  own  make-up  man, 
Lane  "Shotgun"  Britton;  her  own  hair- 
dresser, Stephanie  Garland;  and  her  own 
wardrobe  girl,  Mary  Tate.  Well,  this  is 
like  Rocky  Marciano  going  into  a  fight 
with  lead  in  his  gloves. 

It  would  be  absurd  to  say  that  Marilyn 
Wasn't  disturbed  and  worried  by  this.  In 
plain  words,  Marilyn  didn't  like  it.  For 
the  first  few  days  on  the  picture  Marilyn 
and  Jane  merely  greeted  each  other  cor- 
dially and  stayed  with  their  respective 
friends.  This  situation  existed  because 
neither  knew  how  to  break  the  ice. 

The  ice  was  finally  broken  when,  while 
rehearsing  a  scene,  Jane  and  Marilyn 
offered  each  other  suggestions.  This  led 
to  their  speaking  about  their  mutual  in- 
terest in  ball  players.  "Only  they  play 
different  kinds  of  ball,  don't  they?"  asked 
Marilyn.  Bob  Waterfield  came  on  the  set 
several  times  and  met  Marilyn,  but  DiMag- 
gio never  visited.  Ultimately  Jane  and 
Marilyn  became  very  friendly  and  Mari- 
lyn even  attended  two  of  Jane's  religious 
group  meetings.  "Jane  tried  to  convert  me 
to  her  religion,"  Marilyn  related  later, 
"and  I  tried  to  interest  her  in  Freud." 

By  the  end  of  the  filming,  Jane  and 
Marilyn  were  real  friends — buddy-buddy. 
When  anyone  would  say  to  The  Monroe: 
"Watch  out  for  Russell.  She's  got  her  own 
cameraman,  etc.,  etc."  Marilyn's  moist  lips 
would  move  into  smile  position.  Then 
she'd  say:  "Oh,  I  have  the  title  role  and 
that  about  evens  things." 

Marilyn  honestly  likes  Jane  Russell  and 
Betty   Grable.  (Continued   on   page  65) 


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(Continued  from  page  62)  "Betty  is  the 
most  real  girl  I've  ever  met,"  Marilyn  says. 
And  there  were  plenty  of  reasons  for  a 
genuine  feud  to  develop  between  these  two 
glamor  packages.  As  you  well  know. 
Chuck,  Betty  was  the  Queen  of  the  Lot 
until  the  unprecedented  avalanche  of  Mon- 
roe publicity  dethroned  her.  No  person 
likes  being  the  victim  of  this  and  few  can 
tolerate  it.  But  Grable  is  quite  a  person. 
She  is  sharp,  honest,  has  all  the  answers 
and  knows  the  score. 

During  the  few  years  Marilyn  and  Betty 
were  at  the  studio  together,  their  only  en- 
counter took  place  when  they  chanced  to 
pass  each  other  as  one  was  walking  to 
wardrobe  and  the  other  from  wardrobe. 
They  nodded,  that's  all.  They  never  ac- 
tually met  until  they  were  cast  in  the 
same  picture,  How  To  Marry  A  Million- 
aire. 

Again  Marilyn  was  frightened.  She 
wanted  Betty  to  like  her.  (She  wants 
most  people  to  like  her,  but  espeeially 
Betty,  who  had  been  her  favorite  for  years. 
Marilyn  had  wanted  to  be  a  star  like 
Grable  or  Lana  Turner  for  so  long  that 
she  ached  from  the  desire.)  I  don't  know 
Grable's  first  words  to  Marilyn,  but  some- 
where '  in  their  initial  conversation  Betty 
told  Marilyn;  "I've  had  it.  Go  get  yours. 
It's  your  turn  now." 

Throughout  the  filming  of  How  To  Marry 
A  Millionaire,  Marilyn  was  simultaneously 
trying  to  get  Betty  to  like  her  and  trying 
to  reassure  herself  that  Betty  did  like  her. 
Driving  me  from  the  studio  one  evening. 
Marilyn  said  excitedly:  "Betty  told  me  to- 
day that  I'm  the  first  actress  who  never 
tried,  even  subconsciously,  to  upstage  her. 
I  guess  this  means  she  likes  me.  I  hope  so." 

Another  time  I  was  on  the  set  when 
Marilyn  was  playing  a  scene  in  which  she 
had  to  nudge  Grable.  She  did  and  Betty 
fell  on  her  fanny!  Marilyn  was  all  apolo- 
gies. "I'm  so  sorry!"  she  said.  "I  didn't 
think  I  had  pushed  you  so  hard!"  "It 
wasn't  your  fault,"  Betty  replied  lightly. 
"I  was  standing  on  one  foot." 

Marilyn  was  so  distressed  by  this  acci- 
dent that  later,  doing  another  scene,  she 
carelessly  stepped  on  Betty's  shoe.  "I  know 
this  was  my  fault,  and  I'm  terribly  sorry!" 
she  apologized.  "It's  nothing,"  Betty  said. 
"But  I  dirtied  your  shoe!"  persisted  Mari- 
lyn. "Forget  it,  will  you,  kid?"  said 
Grable.  "The  shoe  doesn't  show  in  the 
shot — and  besides,  it  belongs  to  wardrobe." 

Betty  and  Marilyn  sincerely  like  each 
other  and  have  visited  together  several 
times  since  filming  cn  the  picture  ended, 
which  is  an  indicator  with  Marilyn. 

Now  Chuck,  because  I'm  kind  of  think- 
ing out  loud  about  The  Monroe,  I  don't 
want  you  to  consider  this  a  commitment 
for  an  article.  It's  just  my  way  of  looking 
her  over  carefully  (See?  It's  almost  im- 
possible to  write  about  Marilyn  without 
saying  something  that  will  have  a  double 
meaning)  for  you.  Of  course  you  wouldn't 
want  an  article  about  the  now  too-famous 
calendar:  there've  been  too  many.  Yet 
there's  a  hunk  of  truth  about  the  calendar 
incident  which  reveals  a  side  of  Marilyn 
never  known  before.  (There!  Another 
double-meaning  sentence  without  intend- 
ing it.) 

Marilyn  phoned  early  one  morning  and 
there  was  panic  in  her  voice.  The  story 
of  her  and  the  calendar  was  going  to 
break.  (I  had  known  about  it  but  it 
was  one  of  our  secrets.)  "Oh  Sidney,  what 
shall  I  do  about  it?  What  shall  I  do9" 
There  was  a  pause;  I  was  thinking.  Mari- 
lyn was  impatient.  She  broke  in:  "I've 
been  advised  to  deny  the  whole  thing.  To 
say  it  isn't  me.  I've  also  been  advised  to 
think  up  a  good  excuse  for  having  done 
it.   Do  you  know  one?" 

I  wish  I  could  say  that  I  came  to  her 
rescue  in  this  critical  situation,  but  I  can't. 


I  said:  "Calm  down  a  minute,  and  tell  me 
how  you  really  feel  about  the  calendar 
and  posing  in  the  nude." 

She  replied:  "I  don't  feel  ashamed.  But 
now  I'm  scared  .  .  .  My  whole  career  can 
be  ruined  .  .  .  But  I  didn't  do  anything 
bad  ...  I  didn't  think  so  then  and  I  don't 
think  so  now  ...  If  I  had  thought  so,  I 
wouldn't  have  done  it  ...  I  needed  a  job 
and  money  to  pay  the  rent  .  .  .  Lots  of 
other  girls  were  doing  it  .  .  .  There's  no 
law  against  it  .  .  .  They're  trying  to  make 
me  feel  ashamed,  but  I'm  not  .  .  .  Can't  I 
just  tell  the  truth?  ...  I  know  I  wouldn't 
condemn  anyone  who  told  me  this  .  .  ." 

"Marilyn,"  I  said,  "you  have  solved  your 
own  problem.  Just  tell  everyone  what 
you've  told  me."  This  was  my  contribu- 
tion: listening  to  Marilyn  long  enough  for 
her  to  talk  out  her  problem.  Fll  bet  on 
The  Monroe's  instincts  and  honesty  every 
time. 

And  Chuck,  you  know  what  happened 
as  a  result  of  Marilyn's  own  explanation. 
She  turned  what  could  have  been  ruina- 
tion for  her  into  a  triumph.  She  won  the 
public's  sympathy  and  they  began  to  love 
her.  Marilyn  has  never  been  troubled  by 
the  calendar  incident  since,  and  both  she 
and  her  studio  now  regard  it  with  humor. 
A  few  months  ago  I  was  in  the  office  of  a 
publicity  man  at  Twentieth  Century -Fox 
and  couldn't  help  noticing  there  on  the 
wall  a  calendar  with  a  photograph  of  a 
gorgeous  nude  who  was  captioned  "The 
Flame  Girl."  Marilyn  wasn't  honored 
even  at  her  own  studio.  "Why  don't  you 
have  a  Monroe  calendar  instead  of  an  out- 
sider like  'The  Flame  Girl'?"  I  asked.  The 
publicity  man  answered:  "That's  what 
Marilyn  wanted  to  know." 


A  baby  is  notoriously  the  most 
greedy,  egocentric,  ruthless  and 
grasping  organism  known  to 
science.  Even  while  it  is  being 
tenderly  talcumed,  it  is  plotting 
how  to  snatch  your  eyeglasses, 
grab  your  watch,  swallow  the 
nearest  safety  pin,  and  scream 
with  rage  when  unable  to  bite  off 
one  of  its  toes.  I  find  them  irre- 
sistible. 

Ronald  Colman 
on  NBC 


I  trust  you  realize  from  the  way  Mari- 
lyn handled  the  calendar  bit  that  she  is 
a  very  smart  chick.  She's  not  all  physical. 
She's  brighter  than  most  people  think. 
They  mistakenly  go  along  on  the  assump- 
tion that  if  you're  blonde  and  not  out  of 
shape,  you've  got  to  be  dumb.  Don't  sell 
our  little  girl  short:  she  knows  what  she's 
doing  every  minute.  For  example,  she 
has  learned  through  experience  to  wait 
until  the  interviewer  puts  pencil  and  paper 
away  to  say  what  she  really  wants  quoted. 
I  would  say  that  her  seeming  helplessness 
is  her  strength.  She  can  take  care  of  her- 
self. I'd  bet,  and  give  big  odds,  that  if 
Marilyn  were  placed  alone  on  a  desert 
island,  somehow  a  man  would  appear. 

"All  right."  I  can  hear  you  saying, 
"You've  convinced  me.  Marilyn  is  smart 
as  well  as  beautiful.  But  what's  with  the 
article?  We  sent  a  staff  photographer  to 
her  apartment  to  shoot  some  special  art 
work.  There  must  be  an  article  on  her  by 
you!" 

No,  Chuck.  Did  you  ever  stop  to  think 
that  maybe  I'm  not  Boswell?  Maybe  I'm 
Pythias.  And  did  he  write  about  Damon? 
I  was  in  Marilyn's  apartment  that  evening 
when  your  photographer  arrived.  I  was 
listening  to  Marilyn  play  her  guitar  and 
sing.  Then  I  watched  the  photographer 
shoot  a  layout.  It's  quite  a  job  posing  for 
pictures.  The  average  reader  picking  up 
a  magazine  might  say,  "Oh,  another  picture 
of  Monroe"  and  flip  the  page.    Well,  it 


took  from  nine  until  a  little  past  midnight 
to  get  those  pictures.  Marilyn's  perform- 
ance impressed  me.  She  not  only  knew 
her  best  angles  but  she  knows  the  best 
angles  for  the  photographer.  She  knew 
if  the  light  was  casting  a  shadow  across 
her.  She  was  aware  of  minute  details, 
such  as  what  part  of  her  thigh  the  blanket 
should  cross.  She  even  combed  her  hair 
so  it  would  look  uncombed.  She  doesn't 
leave  it  to  chance  that  photographs  of  her 
will  be  interesting. 

Marilyn  doesn't  stand  in  front  of  a 
mirror  for  hours  practicing  poses,  as  some 
people  believe.  But  she  does  take  a  long 
time  making  up  and  dressing,  considering 
the  few  clothes  she  is  alleged  to  wear.  She 
doesn't  own  a  girdle,  but  when  she  con- 
siders it  necessary — which  is  oftener  than 
she  is  given  credit  for — she  does  wear 
panties  and  a  bra.  It's  usually  a  flesh- 
colored  bra  and  black  panties.  She  kicks 
off  her  shoes  the  moment  she  enters  her 
apartment.  She  sleeps  in  the  raw,  or  as 
she  has  been  quoted:  "I  wear  nothing  but 
Chanel  No.  5  to  bed."  She  claims  she 
wears  it  to  bed  because  "it  makes  sleeping 
dreamy." 

A  bed  has  always  been  important  to 
Marilyn.  (It's  dat  of  debbil  double  mean- 
ing again.)  Ever  since  she  was  an  orphan 
kid  she  wanted  to  own  her  own  bed.  With 
the  first  money  she  ever  saved  she  bought 
herself  a  bed.  No  matter  where  she  lived 
— apartment,  hotel  or  house — she  would 
have  this  bed.  When  she  didn't  have  a 
place  of  her  own  or  was  traveling,  she 
would  put  the  bed  into  storage.  The  up- 
keep of  the  bed  far  exceeded  its  original 
cost.  It  was  a  low  bed,  close  to  the  floor, 
because  as  a  child  Marilyn  was  a  restless 
sleeper,  frequently  had  nightmares  and 
would  fall  out  of  her  bed  and  onto  the 
floor.  As  you  can  see  in  the  photos, 
Marilyn  recently  treated  herself  to  a  new 
bed.  It  is  higher — not  so  close  to  the  floor — 
because  Marilyn  is  more  sure  of  herself. 

Don't  get  the  idea,  though,  that  Marilyn 
is  taking  it  big:  that  she's  bubbling  over 
with  confidence.  Just  the  opposite;  she 
could  use  a  lot  more  of  it.  Back  in  the 
beginning,  she  wanted  to  be  a  movie  star 
more  than  anything  else. 

She  did  become  a  movie  star,  and  what 
a  movie  star!  Oozing  glamor  like  the  great 
movie  stars  of  yesteryear,  when  the  movies 
were  magic.  You've  got  to  admit  it.  Chuck, 
The  Monroe  has  done  more  for  Hollywood 
and  motion  pictures  than  any  individual 
in  a  decade;  for  she  created  a  spate  of 
fresh  interest  on  the  part  of  a  public 
growing  weary  of  familiar  faces,  a  public 
no  longer  believing  in  glamor. 

At  the  preview  of  Gentlemen  Prefer 
Blondes,  I  was  again  pinch-hitting  for  Di- 
Maggio.  Marilyn  and  I  have  an  agree- 
ment, Chuck:  if  DiMaggio  is  ever  taken 
out  of  the  line-up,  I  can  continue  as 
pinch -hitter.  Before  the  picture  flashed 
on  the  screen,  Marilyn  whispered  to  me  in 
that  low,  sexy  voice  that  is  natural  with 
her:  "Hold  a  good  thought  for  me."  She 
always  says  that  when  embarking  on  a 
venture.  She  feels  much  better  when  you 
tell  her  you  will.  So  don't  forget  this. 
Chuck. 

Marilyn  didn't  like  the  way  she  looked 
on  the  screen,  especially  her  hair.  She 
didn't  think  she  had  done  the  scenes  and 
many  of  the  numbers  as  well  as  she  should 
have.  She  liked  herself,  especially  her 
hair,  in  the  '"Diamonds  Are  A  Girl's  Best 
Friend"  number.  She  genuinely  enjoyed 
Jane  Russell  and  actually  laughed  aloud  at 
a  few  of  Jane's  remarks. 

I'm  telling  you  all  this,  Chuck,  in  case 
you'd  like  to  know  (strictly  for  yourself 
and  maybe  to  whisper  to  the  wife)  how 
Marilyn  reacts  to  herself  on  the  screen. 
But  again,  you  and  I  know  there  isn't  a 
magazine  article  in  it.   I  could  go  on  to  tell 


you  how  hard  Marilyn  works  at  her  job 
and  it  would  be  all  I  could  do  to  get  you 
to  believe  it. 

I  know  it's  not  good  magazine  copy  that, 
despite  nature's  bounty,  she  works  as  hard 
at  self-improvement  as-  any  other  actress 
in  town.  She  takes  dramatics  lessons, 
singing  lessons,  and  is  also  grooming  her- 
self to  appear  in  a  play.  The  first  charge 
account  she  ever  opened  was  at  Marian 
Hunter's  book  shop  in  Beverly  Hills.  She 
buys  books  on  self-improvement,  psychol- 
ogy, the  latest  plays,  poetry,  and  practi- 
cally everything  on  Abraham  Lincoln,  who 
is  her  special  hero.  She'll  never  tell  you 
that  she  has  read  a  certain  book  or  has 
seen  a  certain  movie,  but  during  the  course 
of  a  conversation,  when  the  book  or  the 
movie  is  mentioned,  she  will  make  a  per- 
tinent comment.  She  is  a  secret  reader 
and  often  sneaks  off  to  the  movies  by 
herself. 

Marilyn  has  her  own  special  dramatic 
coach,  Natasha  Lytess,  who  is  with  her  on 
every  picture.  Though  she  seldom  makes 
a  movie  without  Natasha,  don't  get  the 
notion  (as  some  studio  people  have)  that 
Marilyn  is  a  Trilby.  Not  so.  This  rela- 
tionship is  merely  another  example  of 
Marilyn's  loyalty,  as  well  as  of  the  fact 
that  she  never  stops  working  at  trying  to 
become  a  fine  actress.  All  the  publicity, 
the  acclaim,  the  marquee  signs  may  thrill 
her,  but  they  don't  fool  her. 

Natasha  was  the  dramatic  coach  at  Co- 
lumbia Studios,  back  when  Marilyn  worked 
there.  Natasha  was  kind  to  her  and  gave 
her  words  of  encouragement.  Marilyn 
hasn't  forgotten,  and  since  she  feels  she 
requires  coaching  she  has  insisted  on 
Natasha  Lytess. 

Marilyn  can  be  standing  still  on  the  set 
and  at  the  same  time  be  going  off  in  all 
directions.  She  needs  someone  with  her 
whom  she  believes  is  taking  a  special  in- 
terest in  her,  to  take  her  aside  and  offer 
Suggestions  and  reassurance.  She  likes 
most  of  her  directors,  but  cannot  help 
feeling  slighted  because  they  don't  devote 
all  their  attention  to  her.  Often  it  takes 
the  directors  and  performers  a  while  to 
become  adjusted  to  this  in  her.  Many  be- 
lieve she  is  putting  on  an  act.  The  truth 
is  she  is  working  desperately  hard  both 
trymg  to  make  good  and  trying  to  make 
everyone  on  the  set  like  her.  During 


what  it's  like  to  he  tony's  wife 


Clash  By  Night,  the  set  workers  had  to 
explain  to  her  that  by  the  term  "equip- 
ment" they  meant  the  camera,  sound  boom 
and  other  paraphernalia  of  picture  mak- 
ing. Because  when  the  assistant  director 
yelled  to  Marilyn:  "Watch  out  for  the 
equipment!"  she  demurely  zipped  up  her 
sweater. 

There  was  a  scene  in  Love  Nest  that  re- 
quired Marilyn  to  enter  her  apartment  and 
leisurely  disrobe  for  a  shower,  unaware 
that  the  hero,  Bill  Lundigan,  was  asleep 
on  a  couch  in  the  room.  Just  as  she  had 
stripped  down  to  her  flimsy  underthings, 
director  Joe  Newman  stopped  the  scene. 
Marilyn  looked  startled  and  frightened. 
"Did  I  do  something  wrong?"  she  asked. 
"No,  honey,"  replied  Newman.  "You  were 
perfect.    But  Lundigan  was  peeking!" 

Marilyn  is  exceptionally  moody  and 
given  to  long  periods  of  solitary  introspec- 
tion. She  blames  this  on  her  lonely  child- 
hood and  the  fact  that  in  her  entire  life 
she  has  known  only  a  few  couples  in 
whom  she  could  confide.  I  know  from 
our  chats  while  you  visited  Hollywood, 
Chuck,  that  this  isn't  the  kind  of  thing 
for  fan  magazines,  but  I  only  mention  it 
because  it  is  The  Monroe  I  know;  and 
strange  as  it  seems,  Marilyn  Monroe  and 
the  fan  magazines  don't  mix.  That's  a 
honey,  isn't  it? 

Regardless,  I  must  tell  you  the  piano 
story.  Of  all  the  folks  Marilyn  lived  with 
as  a  child,  her  favorite  and  the  one  of 
whom  she  has  the  fondest  recollections  is 
the  woman  she  called  Aunt  Ana.  Aunt 
Ana  was  warm  and  maternally  affection- 
ate toward  Marilyn.  Some  of  their  hap- 
piest hours  were  spent  around  the  piano, 
the  family's  proudest  possession.  For  this 
piano  was  said  to  have  once  belonged  to 
Fredric  March.  Many  years  later  Aunt 
Ana  died  and  willed  this  precious  piano 
to  Marilyn.  Although  Marilyn  often  was 
not  working  and  didn't  have  too  much  to 
eat,  she  had  a  piano,  even  if  she  had  to 
borrow  the  money  to  pay  for  its  storage. 
Now  that  Marilyn  is  in  the  chips  and  has 
her  own  apartment,  the  piano  has  been 
given  a  face-lift  and  occupies  most  of  the 
living  room.  What's  more,  Marilyn  can 
play  almost  two  songs  on  it. 

In  answer  to  your  main  question, 
Chuck — what  do  I  personally  think  makes 
The  Monroe   sexy? — I  don't   think  you 


These  were  impressions  gained  only  in 
passing.  I  didn't  begin  to  know  Tony  until 
we  dated,  and  in  that  I  found  something 
else  to  admire.  He  had  seen  me  only  when 
I  was  with  Arthur  Loew,  and  it  wasn't  un- 
til the  group  at  the  Actor's  Lab  dissolved 
and  then  reconvened  to  plan  for  a  new 
class  that  Tony  saw  me  with  another  es- 
cort. He  asked  me  then  if  I  was  going 
steady  with  anyone  and  as  soon  as  I  told 
him  no,  he  asked  for  my  phone  number.  He 
called  two  days  later  to  ask  for  a  date,  and 
I  realized  that  he  may  have  wanted  to 
phone  me  before,  but  observed  a  gentle- 
man's code  in  not  trespassing  on  someone 
else's  territory.  I  liked  him  for  it,  and  I 
liked  him  because  he  didn't  rush  impetu- 
ously into  a  frantic  courtship.  Instead  of 
trying  to  date  me  every  night  in  the  week, 
he  showed  solid  sense  by  asking  to  see  me 
once  or  twice  a  week.  I  didn't  have  to 
worry,  with  Tony,  about  getting  home  early 
when  I  had  a  morning  call  at  the  studio  the 
next  day.  He  understood  without  my  hav- 
ing to  ask  him,  and  always  took  me  home 
at  a  decent  hour. 

WfE  talked  a  lot  on  those  first  dates.  It 
didn't  seem  to  matter  where  we  went. 
There  was  no  need  for  entertainment  be- 
cause we  had  so  much  to  tell  each  other. 
I'd  seen  flashes  of  his  humor  before — Tony 
can  never  be  serious  for  too  long — but  the 


would  print  the  answer.  But  I'll  try  to 
tell  you  in  this  letter. 

It's  obvious  that  Marilyn  is  a  well- 
stacked,  well-proportioned,  unwrapped  box 
of  glamor.  There  are  her  red  lips,  always 
moist,  there's  the  back  of  her  hair  so 
arranged  it  appears  to  have  a  permanent 
pillow  dent;  in  fact  everything  about  her 
spells  out  sex  and  everybody  seems  to  get 
the  message.  But  I  get  a  special  message, 
and  it's  the  clincher  on  why  I  shouldn't 
do  that  article  for  you. 

I  happen  to  know  that  The  Monroe's 
biggest  sex  appeal  is  an  accident.  What 
is  she  most  famous  for?  What  feature  has 
been  most  imitated?  Her  walk!  In  Niagara 
they  held  a  camera  on  her  walk  longer 
than  on  any  other  walk  in  cinema  history. 
It  evoked  much  discussion,  pro  and  con. 
For  Marilyn  doesn't  just  walk:  she  wiggles, 
snake-hips,  bumps,  twists  and  slithers  all 
at  the  same  time.  She  has  been  described 
as  "The  Girl  With  The  Horizontal  Walk." 
She  is  the  only  performer  in  show  business 
who  makes  her  greatest  entrance  when 
she  exits. 

Yet  Marilyn,  when  she  walks,  isn't  try- 
ing to  be  sexy — believe  me.  She  broke 
her  ankle  when  she  was  a  youngster  and 
tried  to  walk  so  as  to  favor  that  ankle. 
The  ankle  is  still  weak,  and  the  walk  has 
become  a  habit.  That's  it.  Marilyn  is 
only  doing  what  comes  naturally,  and  my, 
how  the  natives  have  gone  for  it!  You  see, 
there  are  some  things  about  sex  that  even 
Dr.  Kinsey  doesn't  know. 

In  closing,  let  me  ask  you  something, 
Chuck:  what  is  there  to  write  about 
Marilyn  that  hasn't  already  been  written? 
Someone  will  have  to  invent  a  new  life 
for  her.  Honest,  Chuck,  I'm  not  your 
boy.  Maybe  you  ought  to  hire  an  in- 
ventor. But  seriously,  I  want  to  remain 
friends  with  you,  so  why  don't  you  think 
it  over  and  then  drop  me  a  line  saying  that 
you  agree  with  me  that  I  can't  do  a  fan 
magazine  article  on  Marilyn  Monroe? 

Best  wishes. 

Sidney  Skolsky 

Dear  Sidney: 

You  may  not  know  it,  but  you  just  did 
what  we  consider  a  good  fan  mag  piece  on 
The  Monroe. 

Kindest  regards. 

Chuck  Saxon 

END 


ice  really  broke  the  night  he  handed  me  a 
pair  of  silver  earrings  I'd  never  seen  be- 
fore. "This  is  great,"  I  said.  "They're  not 
mine.  You've  forgotten  which  girl  they 
belong  to." 

At  that  he  broke  up  and  howled.  He'd 
bought  them  for  me  as  a  gift,  of  course, 
and  I  guess  that  was  the  beginning  of  our 
schtickloks,  our  word  for  the  crazy  rou- 
tines we  sail  into  every  once  in  a  while. 

Even  so,  I  think  he  was  more  serious 
when  with  me  than  with  anyone  else.  I  got 
the  impression  that  Tony  wasn't  very  sure 
of  me.  I  even  felt  he  wasn't  too  used  to 
dating  girls.  It  made  sense  that  he  wouldn't 
be.  His  gang  in  New  York  weren't  the 
type  to  turn  romantic  very  early  in  life, 
and  besides,  I  had  the  feeling  that  because 
he  was  so  good  looking  he'd  been  the  sub- 
ject of  a  handful  of  crushes  back  in  the 
Bronx.  Travelling  with  the  gang  as  he  did, 
he  couldn't  very  well  break  off  and  turn 
Casanova.  They  wouldn't  have  liked  him 
for  it,  I  suppose. 

His  manners  were  perfect,  mainly  be- 
cause they  stemmed  from  his  thoughtful- 
ness,  but  he  just  didn't  seem  at  ease  with 
me.  I  remember  on  our  second  date  he 
spilled  a  glass  of  water  on  my  dress  and 
I've  never  seen  anybody  so  embarrassed 
or  upset.  On  the  day  he  started  his  first 
leading  role  in  The  Prince  Who  Was  A 
Thief,  I  sent  him  (Continued  on  page  68) 


(Continued-  from  page  56)  fan  mail  was 
coming  in  by  the  truckload  and  he  must 
have  realized  he  was  definitely  on  his  way 
up.  He  didn't  throw  the  promise  of  his 
future  at  anyone;  rather  he  seemed  to 
efface  himself  and  let  others  have  the  spot- 
light. 

I  saw  him  again  some  weeks  later  when 
we  both  joined  a  group  that  met  once  a 
week  to  study  dramatics  at  the  Actor's  Lab. 
Most  of  the  kids  looked  on  it  as  a  social 
gathering,  but  Tony  was  deadly  serious 
about  it.  He  seemed  so  shy  in  person,  yet 
in  his  work  he  had  no  inhibitions.  If  he 
was  asked  to  do  pantomime,  to  'be'  Notre 
Dame  or  July's  last  snapdragon,  he  threw 
his  heart  and  soul  into  it.  I  remember  the 
first  skit  we  did  together.  We  were  sup- 
posed to  be  parents  watching  our  child  at 
his  first  piano  recital,  and  while  we  were 
to  be  bursting  with  pride  at  first,  we  were 
to  realize  slowly  that  the  rest  of  the  audi- 
ence wasn't  nearly  as  appreciative.  When 
Tony  turned  to  look  at  me  toward  the  end 
of  the  skit  there  was  such  torture  in  his 
eyes,  such  real  emotion,  that  I  still  re- 
member the  jolt  it  gave  me.  I  told  myself 
that  this  Tony  Curtis  was  not  only  deeply 
serious  about  his  work,  he  had  great  sen- 
sitivity. 


Mrs.  Theo  Croner  or  New  York  does  a  lot  of  housework  but  manages  to  be  pretty  as  a  picture. 


I  wash  1400  pounds  of  laundry  a  year... 
but  I'm  proud  of  my  pretty  hands  V 


If  you  ever  meet  Theo  Croner,  be  sure  to  shake 
hands.  You'll  notice  that  hers  are  as  soft  and 
pretty  as  a  pair  of  hands  can  be. 

Yet  Mrs.  Croner  (just  like  yourself)  washes 
almost  a  ton  of  laundry  every  year.  And  plenty 
of  it  the  hard  way  —  by  hand! 

She's  grateful  for  detergents,  of  course.  Those 
miracle  suds  really  chase  grease  and  dirt.  But 
detergents  are  a  problem,  too.  That  same  grease- 
cutting  action  could  send  the  natural  oils  and 
youthful  softness  of  her  hands  down  the  drain,  too. 

Throw  out  detergents?  Not  Theo!  She's  found 
a  way  to  keep  hands  lovely  despite  all  harsh 
cleansers.  It's,  a  simple  trick.  After  every  chore, 


smooth  pure,  white  Jergens  Lotion  on,  right  away. 

You  won't  see  any  sticky  film.  Being  a  liquid, 
Jergens  Lotion  doesn't  just  "coat"  the  hands.  It 
penetrates  —  helps  replace  softening  moisture. 
(It  has  two  ingredients  doctors  use  for  soften- 
ing.) This  is  why  more  women  use  Jergens 
Lotion  than  any  other  hand  care  in  the  world. 

Theo  will  tell  you  that  Jergens  is  the  reason 
her  hands  are  so  attractive.  Her  husband  may 
not  know  the  reason,  but  he  appreciates  it! 

So  keep  detergents  in  your  house  (there's 
nothing  like  them).  Just  keep  Jergens  Lotion 
handy,  and  use  it  after  every  chore.  It's  such  an 
easy  habit,  and  so  important  to  a  woman. 


Only  I*  to  $1.00  plus  tax 


Use  JERGENS  LOTION -avoid  detergent  hands 


b7 


{Continued  from  page  66)  some  champagne, 
and  he  was  so  appreciative  you'd  have 
thought  I'd  sent  over  a  Brink  truck  loaded 
with  a  million  dollars.  Tony  wasn't  a 
smoothie;  he  wasn't  a  wolf;  he  wasn't  a 
Beau  Brummel.  He  was  just  an  average 
boy  with  qualities  that  made  me  like  him 
more  and  more. 

Along  with  his  uneasiness  with  girls 
went  a  strange  distrust  of  them.  I've  never 
known  why,  but  it  was  as  if  Tony  ex- 
pected me  to  be  dishonest  with  him.  As 
a  result,  every  time  he  found  I'd  told  him 
the  truth,  he  was  as  happy  as  a  puppy  with 
a  bone.  He  has  told  me  since  our  marriage 
that  when  he  asked  for  a  date  and  was 
told  I  had  an  engagement  that  evening, 
he  used  to  wait  down  the  street  to  find 
out  if  this  was  the  truth.  And  when  he'd 
see  me  leave  the  house  on  another  man's 
arm,  he  was  almost  as  pleased  as  though 
he'd  been  with  me  himself. 

I  don't  know  why,  but  it  seems  I  fright- 
ened him.  I  went  to  New  York  soon  after 
we  began  dating,  and  before  I  left  he  said 
he  was  sure  he'd  never  see  me  again.  I  told 
him  quite  frankly  that  I  was  going  for  a 
rest,  that  I  had  friends  there  and  that  I 
would  probably  go  out  with  one  man  in 
particular.  He  took  me  to  the  airport, 
still  believing  this  was  the  end  of  our 
friendship  and  that  for  some  reason  I  was 
too  weak  to  tell  him.  He  stewed  for  days 
afterwards,  all  during  the  shooting  of  his 
picture.  The  cast  and  crew  kept  telling  him 
to  telephone  me.  "I  can't,"  he  said.  "She'd 
hang  up  on  me."  But  he  did  call,  and  was 
amazed  when  I  talked  to  him.  He  was  even 
more  surprised  when  I  wired  I  was  com- 
ing home  and  asked  him  to  meet  me  at 
the  airport. 

Perhaps  this  idea  of  his  had  some  con- 
nection  with  the  way  he  presented  me 
to  his  friends.  'Tony's  friends  are  of  all 
ages  and  interests — a  wider  variety  I've 
never  known.  He  gradually  introduced  me 
to  all  of  them,  standing  on  the  sidelines 
and  watching  to  see  my  reaction.  It  was  as 
if  he  expected  me  to  suddenly  turn  bored 
or  impolite,  as  if  he'd  found  a  golden  egg 
and  wanted  to  make  sure  it  wasn't  all  a 
dream.  I  realize  now  that  he  was  desperate- 
ly anxious  for  them  to  like  me  as  much 
as  he  did.'  Tony  has  a  tremendous  loyalty 
to  all  his  friends,  a  love  so  deep  that  he 


feels  the  compulsion  to  share  his  every 
joy  with  them.  He  calls  them  all  fre- 
quently. He  must  know  where  they  are  at 
all  times.  It  is  almost  an  obsession  with 
him. 

I  have  thought  that  this  might  be  the 
result  of  his  brother's  death,  years  ago,  in 
New  York  traffic.  Tony  lost  track  of 
Julius  and  it  was  the  last  he  ever  saw 
of  him.  The  tragedy  was  such  a  shock  to 
Tony's  emotional  heart  that  it  is  perhaps 
the  reason  that  even  today,  he  must  know 
where  and  how  his  friends  are.  And  per- 
haps it  was  the  reason  he  felt  he  was 
losing  me  when  I  went  to  New  York. 

We  hadn't  dated  very  often  before  the 
evening  we  were  driving  along  and  he 
suddenly  said,  "Jerry's  home.  Let's  call 
him."  Tony  had  told  me  a  lot  about  Jeny 
Lewis  and  their  friendship,  and  while  I 
had  felt  some  trepidation  about  winning 
the  approval  of  others,  the  prospect  of 
meeting  Jerry  loomed  like  an  impossible 
task.  I'm  not  the  quick-answer  type,  and 
having  seen  Jerry  only  as  an  entertainer, 
I  had  a  sinking  feeling  that  Tony's  best 
friend  would  think  I  was  as  interesting  as 
a  squeezed  lemon.  Jerry  and  Patti  had 
been  away  on  tour  ever  since  I'd  known 
Tony.  It  was  typical  that  Tony  should 
suddenly  know  they  had  returned.  It 
wasn't  the  last  time  I  was  to  experience  his 
uncanny  sixth  sense. 

We  telephoned  and  sure  enough,  they 
were  home  and  wanted  us  to  come  over. 
I  kept  telling  myself  I  couldn't  change, 
that  if  they  didn't  like  me  the  way  I  was, 
I  couldn't  do  much  about  it.  The  minute 
we  walked  in,  Tony  and  Jerry  went  into 
a  loony  routine.  It  was  the  first  time  I'd 
seen  this  craziness  of  Tony's,  the  wacky 
routines  that  people  now  seem  to  think 
monopolize  his  days — and  I  loved  it.  Patti 
and  I  went  off  in  a  corner  and  talked  girl- 
talk,  and  I  realized,  with  considerable  re- 
lief, that  I  wasn't  expected  to  "be  on" 
when  I  was  around  Jerry.  I  could  tell 
Tony  was  as  happy  as  a  clam  that  evening, 
so  I  knew  that  I  had  been  accepted  into 
the  family.  Then  Patti  and  Jerry  included 
me  in  one  of  their  home  movies.  You  can't 
get  closer  than  that  to  the  Lewis  clan. 

By  now  I  was  growing  more  and  more 
certain  that  Tony  was  a  thoughtful,  good- 
hearted,  sensible  boy,  and  the  visit  to  his 
parents  boosted  him  another  notch  in  my 


estimation.  Mom  and  Pop  Schwartz  are 
the  salt  of  the  earth,  and  truer  gentlefolk 
than  many  millionaires.  I  say  this  because 
they  lived  in  a  tiny,  unpretentious  house 
in  the  valley,  and  although  they  were 
poor  in  material  things,  they  were  richer 
in  love  than  any  people  I  have  known. 
Tony  told  me  before  we  went  to  expect  his 
mother  to  be  excited.  She  had  seen  me  in  a 
movie  and  was  flustered  as  a  hen  at  the 
thought  of  having  me  to  dinner.  She 
couldn't  know  that  I  was  even  more  flus- 
tered than  she,  because  I  wanted  Tony's 
parents  to  like  me.  I  wanted  very  much 
to  have  them  like  me. 

It  was  one  of  the  easiest,  happiest  eve- 
nings I  ever  spent.  We  played  games 
with  Tony's  kid  brother,  Bobby,  and  I 
noticed  Tony's  understanding  and  patience 
with  the  child.  We  ate  dinner  in  the  kitch- 
en, as  I  used  to  do  at  home,  as  most 
people  do,  and  I  liked  it  because  Mrs. 
Schwartz  made  no  apologies.  I  ate  every- 
thing on  my  plate  and  a  big  helping  of 
dessert,  loving  the  Hungarian  cooking. 
Mom  Schwartz  beamed  at  me  as  though 
I'd  given  her  a  mink  coat.  Afterward,  I 
helped  her  with  the  dishes,  and  Tony  and 
Pop  sat  back  in  the  living  room,  watching 
us  like  proud  roosters.  The  Schwartzes 
gave  themselves  to  me  as  they  were,  and 
I  loved  them  for  it.  And  that  night  I  saw 
Tony's  devotion  to  his  family.  A  strong,  un- 
breakable link  in  his  life,  a  thing  I  like 
in  a  man. 

A  fter  I  came  back  from  New  York  we 
limited  our  dates  to  each  other.  That 
was  a  period  of  getting  to  know  each  other 
well  because  marriage  was  in  the  back  of 
both  our  minds.  We  talked  about  our  child- 
hood, our  families,  our  careers,  our  be- 
liefs, our  philosophies.  We  were  pretty 
well  talked  out  when  Tony  left  on  a  trip 
to  Denver  for  Modern  Screen  and  I  took 
off  for  Pittsburgh  to  make  Angels  In  The 
Outfield.  He  telephoned  me  constantly  and 
one  night  when  he  couldn't  reach  me,  he 
was  frantic.  I  still  didn't  know,  then,  about 
Tony's  obsession;  his  having  to  know 
where  his  loved  ones  are.  If  I  had,  I  most 
certainly  would  never  have  let  it  happen. 
It  was  the  night  when  the  cast  of  the 
picture  and  the  Pirate  team  had  a  wing- 
ding,  one  of  those  social  things  that  go 
with  picture  making,  and  I  didn't  get  back 
to  my  hotel  until  three  ajm.  Tony  had  been 
calling  all  evening  and  when  he  finally 
reached  me,  soon  after  my  return,  he  was 
almost  hysterical  with  worry.  I  wanted  to 
beat  myself  for  having  put  him  through 
such  a  wringer. 

It  was  that  night  that  he  asked  me  to 
marry  him,  and  when  I  cautioned  that  he 
was  upset  and  we  should  talk  it  over 
later  under  more  normal  circumstances, 
he  thought  it  was  my  way  of  refusing  him. 
By  the  time  he  met  me  in  Pittsburgh  he 
had  simmered  down  and  regained  his  con- 
fidence sufficiently  to  bring  me  a  gold  ring, 
set  with  a  pearl.  It  was  a  beautiful  thing, 
and  the  first  opportunity  I  had  for  know- 
ing that  Tony's  taste  in  such  delicate  tilings 
is  exquisite.  Despite  the  ring,  I  kept  in- 
sisting that  we  talk  things  over  when  we 
got  home.  I  already  knew  what  I  wanted, 
but  I  wanted  him  to  be  absolutely  sure. 
As  I  look  back  now,  I  don't  know  what 
more  assurance  I  could  have  wanted.  Tony 
is  impulsive  in  small  matters,  but  in  the 
big  things,  the  things  that  count,  he's 
cautious  as  a  cat.  Jerry  and  Dean  settled 
it  for  us  when  we  stopped  to  see  their  act 
in  Chicago  on  our  way  back  to  the  coast. 
We  sat  in  the  back  room  thinking  we 
hadn't  been  spotted,  and  then  we  saw  a 
table  moving  over  the  heads  of  the  cus- 
tomers. The  waiter  put  it  down  in  the 
middle  of  the  dance  floor  and  then  Jerry 
began  yelling  for  us  to  come  up  and  make 
ourselves  at  home.  He  saw  the  ring  right 
away  and  before  we  could  stop  him,  an- 


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SAFER,  FASTER,  EASIER 
FROM  START  TO  FINISH 


Richard  Hudnut  announces  the 
all-new  home  permanent  with 
revolutionary  Beauty  Rinse  Neutralizer 


1  NEW!  BEAUTY  RINSE  NEUTRALIZER.  With 
creme  rinse  built-in.  Automatically 
neutralizes,  conditions  and  beauty- 
finishes  hair  in  one  quick  step.  Gives 
you  bouncier,  prettier,  longer -lasting 
curls  with  a  never-before  kind  of  natu- 
ral lustre  and  first  day  softness! 

2  NEW!  All  NUISANCE  STEPS  ELIMINATED. 

No  messy  dripping  time.  No  waiting 
for  hair  to  dry  on  curlers.  Takes  less 
time  from  start  to  finish  than  any  other 
type  of  home  permanent.  You  can  un- 
wind curls  immediately ! 

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Balanced  and  buffered  to  protect  hair 
vitality  and  health.  Insures  a  curl  that 
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4  NEW!  SALON  CUSTOM-TIMING  for  just 
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Use  any  plastic  curler.  But  try  Richard  Hudnut 
Whirl-a-Wave  Curlers  for  triumphant  results. 


You'll  have  deep,  soft,  natural-looking  waves  the 
very  first  day,  with  no  "let-go"  after  you  shampoo! 

nounced  gleefully  to  the  whole  house  that 
we  were  going  to  be  married.  I  don't  think 
Tony  really  wanted  to  stop  him — he 
wanted  the  whole  world  to  share  his  hap- 
piness. 

I  saw  Tony's  strength  when  he  stood  up 
to  his  studio.  They  didn't  want  him  to 
marry  so  soon,  but  Tony  said,  "If  my  pop- 
ularity is  only  because  I'm  single,  I  might 
as  well  give  up  acting  right  now."  Their 
disagreement  upset  me,  but  Tony  made 
sense,  and  so  we  were  married — in  Green- 
wich, Connecticut. 

I  left  shortly  after  to  come  back  to 
Hollywood  to  make  a  picture,  and  that 
brief  separation  affected  him  so  much 
that  he  actually  got  sick,  and  the  studio 
allowed  him  to  come  home  for  a  brief 
week-end.  I  began  to  understand  how 
violently  emotional  Tony  is,  how  he  gives 
himself  so  completely  to  those  he  loves. 

'"Phen  his  father  had  the  heart  attack 

and  again  I  saw  Tony's  strength.  He 
telephoned  the  doctor  and  the  hospital, 
long  distance,  made  all  the  arrangements, 
canceled  his  tour  and  flew  home  to  his 
dad.  He  spent  all  day  every  day  at  the 
hospital  and  I  joined  him  there  after  work 
every  day.  We  stayed  until  9  p.m.  and  then 
ate  dinner  on  the  way  home.  In  his  de- 
votion he  forgot  himself  completely,  and 
I  worried  that  he  might  collapse.  I  re- 
member the  day  he  came  to  the  set  where 
I  was  shooting.  He  looked  terribly  hag- 
gard and  he  came  to  me  in  my  dressing 
room  and  put  his  arms  around  me.  I  knew 
then  that  he  had  done  with  being  strong, 
that  he  needed  my  help,  and  much  as  I  had 
admired  his  strength,  I  loved  him  more 
that  day  for  showing  human  weakness. 

All  of  this  happened  in  the  first  month 
of  our  marriage,  and  I  think  in  that  period 
we  lived  a  lifetime.  The  stress  and  strain 
it  put  on  our  marriage,  which  at  that  time 
should  have  been  a  carefree  honeymoon, 
gave  it  the  most  solid  foundation  possible. 
If  you  can  go  on  loving  and  understand- 
ing through  adversity,  you  build  something 
wonderful  with  each  other. 

I  learned  about  his  generosity.  With 
Tony,  what's  his  is  everyone's.  Jerry 
Gershwin  came  over  one  day  while  Tony 
was  shaving  and  admired  his  razor.  "Here," 
said  Tony,  "take  it."  He  is  possessive  only 
where  people  are  concerned,  and  he  finds 
it  hard  to  let  them  go.  If  a  friend  dis- 
appoints him  in  some  way,  Tony  tries  to 
find  out  why  it  happened.  If  there  is  no 
reason  for  a  friend's  misusing  him,  that 
person  no  longer  has'  Tony  for  a  friend. 
But  Tony  suffers  real  torture  in  the  proc- 
ess of  disillusionment.  He  is  gradually 
learning  that  open  trust  can  be  betrayed, 
yet  every  time  it  happens,  he  is  deeply 
hurt  again. 

I  learned  that  he  dislikes  arguments  and 
hates  to  fight.  In  our  marriage  he  can't 
stand  loose  threads  of  misunderstanding, 
and  has  proved  time  and  again  his  willing- 
ness to  try  to  work  things  out  for  the 
better.  He  has  pride  and  humility,  and  is 
never  too  stuffy  to  say,  "I'm  sorry."  We 
are  really  50-50  on  that  score. 

I  learned  about  his  moods.  Sophie  Ro- 
senstein,  who  was  dramatic  coach  at 
Universal-International  before  her  death, 
once  asked  Tony  if  I  had  ever  seen  him 
when  he  was  "in  one  of  his  moods."  He 
told  me  about  her  question,  and  I  laughed 
and  said  he  couldn't  scare  me.  After  our 
marriage,  I  knew  what  Sophie  had  meant. 
Once  in  a  while  Tony  became  very  with- 
drawn, and  when  I  questioned  him  about  it, 
refused  to  talk.  "Look,"  I  said.  "If  you're 
enjoying  a  mood  I  don't  want  to  break 
into  it,  but  in  the  interim  I'm  blaming 
myself  for  your  unhappiness.  I  wonder  if 
I've  done  anything  wrong,  if  it  is  my  fault." 
Gradually  he  began  tellingyjie,  and  I  came 
to  know  that  many  time^ne  was  upset 


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frizzy,  not  crackly.  Beauty  Rinse  Neutralizer 
instantly  restores  the  normal  acid  balance  that 
gives  hair  the  spring  it  needs  to  hold  a  good, 
natural-looking  wave  from  the  very  first  day, 
with  no  "let-go"  after  you  shampoo! 


EXAMINE  the  ends  under  a  magnifying  glass, 
and  note  how  strong  and  silky  your  hair  looks. 
No  newly  split  ends.  Exclusive  Beauty  Rinse 
Neutralizer  smoothes  and  conditions  your  hair 
as  it  locks  in  the  wave.  Gives  it  a  lustrous  pol- 
ish, a  fragrant  beauty -finish ! 


RICHARD    HUDNUT  of  Fifth  Avenue 


by  little  things;  something  that  had  gone 
wrong  on  his  picture,  or  something  he 
had  read,  and  he  hadn't  wanted  to  tell 
me  because  he  was  afraid  I  would  think 
he  was  silly  to  be  affected  by  such  minor 
things.  "I  get  upset  about  silly  and  senti- 
mental things,  too,"  I  told  him.  "Don't  mind 
me."  So  he  learned  to  talk  things  out  with 
me  and  his  moods  don't  come  so  often.  • 

Last  June  he  went  into  another  one,  and 
it  took  me  four  days  to  find  out  he 
was  worried  about  going  to  Honolulu  to 
make  Beachhead,  Tony  has  always  had 
a  fear  of  flying.  I  don't  know  why — he 
hadn't  seemed  to  be  bothered  by  long  days 
in  a  submerged  submarine  during  the  war, 
which  to  me  would  be  much  more  fright- 
ening— but  he  is  terrified  by  planes.  So  are 
a  lot  of  other  people,  but  he  is  still  ashamed 
of  the  fear.  The  studio  wanted  him  to  fly  to 
Hawaii  with  the  company,  and  he  wanted 
to  take  the  boat.  But  the  boat  would 
mean  a  longer  separation  for  us.  He  made 
himself  miserable  over  it  until  I  found 
I  could  go  with  him  by  boat.  I'd  be  on  24- 
hour  call,  but  I  could  go.  As  it  turned  out, 
we  had  the  trip  over  as  well  as  six  long 
days  together,  the  only  real  vacation  we've 
had  together  in  two  years  of  marriage. 

I  stayed  until  he  began  work,  and  when 
I  got  home  I  learned  we  were  going  to 
have  a  baby.  I  don't  know  that  there  was 
ever  a  man  as  excited  as  Tony.  He  was 
delirious  with  joy.  We  had  decided  to 
limit  ourselves  to  a  phone  call  every  other 
day,  but  when  I  phoned  Tony  the  news 
the  budget  broke  wide  open.  He  hates 
writing  letters,  but  he  wrote  me  every 
single  night  we  were  apart.  I  will  always 
treasure  the  letters  about  the  baby.  He 


wrote  that  he  was  reading  serious  books  in 
every  spare  moment,  books  about  the  earth 
and  religion  and  life  itself  to  help  him  to 
understand  our  own  miracle. 

And  then  when  I  lost  the  baby,  we  had 
again  that  round  robin  of  strength  and 
dependence.  He  had  called  me  on  Satur- 
day, when  I  was  feeling  a  bit  rocky,  and 
although  I  said  nothing  about  it  he  de- 
tected something  in  my  voice.  He  called 
back  later  that  night.  "I  can't  go  to  sleep. 
I  know  something's  wrong.  What  is  it?"  He 
called  again  on  Monday,  my  birthday,  and 
I  assured  him  everything  was  all  right. 
I  lost  the  baby  Tuesday  evening,  and  al- 
though it  wasn't  his  night  to  phone,  he 
knew  something  was  wrong  and  put 
through  a  call.  That  deep  bond  again,  the 
closeness  he  feels  with  those  he  loves.  He 
called  at  home  and  got  no  answer  and 
then  called  his  parents.  My  own  folks  had 
told  the  Schwartzes  that  the  doctor  had 
given  me  a  sedative  and  put  me  to  bed, 
and  when  Mom  told  Tony  that,  he  knew. 
He  wrote  me  that  night  and  called  at  the 
hospital  the  next  morning,  and  afterward, 
once  he  knew  I  was  all  right,  he  wrote 
the  most  beautiful  letter  I've  ever  read. 
It  was  gentle  and  loving,  yet  strong.  He 
was  doing  his  best  to  bolster  my  spirits, 
from  3000  miles  away.  The  letter  was  so 
like  Tony,  so  tender,  and  yet  not  without 
humor.  In  it  he  wrote,  "We  will  have  for- 
gotten all  this  in  the  years  to  come  when 
we're  surrounded  by  our  four  children,  not 
to  mention  the  twins  at  college,  and 
George.  George?  Who's  George?" 

I  couldn't  help  laughing,  and  in  the 
days  that  followed,  his  letters  and  phone 
calls  gave  me  the  strength  I  needed.  Then, 
imperceptibly,  I  began  feeling  a  resent- 


ment. I  was  sorry  for  myself.  There  I  was, 
enduring  our  tragedy  all  alone,  and  Tony 
was  far  away,  laughing  and  talking  with 
other  people.  He  seemed  to  me  to  be  un- 
touched by  it  and  I  was  sure  he  couldn't  j 
feel  as  stricken  as  I  did.  And  then  on  Sun- 
day he  called,  and  I  could  hear  the  tears  in 
his  voice.  He  was  no  longer  the  pillar  of 
strength,  the  comforter.  "I  can't  stand  it 
any  longer,"  he  said.  "I've  got  to  come 
home  to  you." 

That  snapped  me  right  out  of  my  orgy 
of  self-pity,  and  I  began  to  bolster  him. 
It's  like  that  all  the  time.  One  of  us  leaning 
on  the. other. 

Tony  is  insecure  in  some  ways,  but  he 
has  a  great,  strength,  a  strong  self-will. 
He  is  not  afraid  to  make  a  decision,  nor 
to  act.  We  need  each  other,  but  I  know 
that  in  a  pinch,  he  is  the  stronger  one  of 
us.  The  long  separation  while  he  was  in 
Hawaii  was  difficult  to  bear,  particularly 
under  the  early  circumstances,  but  it 
taught  us  even  more  what  our  relation- 
ship means  to  each  of  us.  I  think  we  both 
grew  up  a  lot  during  those  long  weeks, 
and  with  time  and  space  to  view  ourselves, 
felt  happier  than  ever  in  our  marriage. 

People  have  asked  me,  when  Tony  is 
working  in  Hollywood  and  calls  me  ten 
times  a  day  from  his  set,  "What's  the 
matter? — Doesn't  he  trust  you?"  But  I 
know  what  it  is.  It's  because  he's  Tony, 
and  he  must  know  that  I  am  here  and 
well,  that  his  world  is  still  safe  and 
happy.  I  like  it  this  way,  this  being  loved 
so  much  and  needed  so  much.  That's  what 
it's  like  to  be  Tony's  wife.  END 

(Tony  Curtis  can  now  be  seen  in  Uni- 
versale All-American.) 


the  not  so  mad  house 

(Continued  from  page  48)  The  house,  in 
turn,  reflects  and  radiates  this  happiness. 

Five  years  ago  come  November,  Jerry 
and  Patti  bought  their  home  in  the  Pacific 
Palisades.  They  purchased  it  just  as  soon 
as  they  were  certain  that  Martin  and  Lewis 
would  be  working  steadily.  "It's  the  first 
real  house  either  of  us  have  ever  known," 
Patti  points  out.  "As  kids  we  lived  in  city 
apartments,  I  in  Detroit,  and  Jerry  in  Jer- 
sey. Both  of  us  left  school  pretty  early  to 
go  into  show  business,  and  we  were  on  the 
road  a  lot.  That's  pretty  tough  living.  You 
move  from  room  to  room  and  train  to  train, 
and  you  never  have  an  acre  of  ground  you 
can  call  your  own." 

When  Jerry  and  Patti  first  got  married 
they  used  to  spend  non-working  evenings 
perusing  the  various  shelter  magazines. 
"After  Gary  was  born,"  Patti  recalls,  "we 
really  needed  a  house,  arid  once  the  boys 
signed  a  contract  with  Hal  Wallis,  we 
started  looking  for  one  type  of  place, 
budget  or  no  budget.  We  wanted  the  most 
completely  House  And  Garden  type  of 
home  we  could  find.  And  today,  five  years 
later,  we  still  think  we  found  it." 

The  Jerry  Lewis  house  is  essentially  the 
All-American  dream  home  come  true.  Red 
brick,  white  trim,  a  picket  fence,  roses  in 
the  backyard,  dogs  yelping,  a  white  gate, 
the  whole  works. 

Wonderful  to  begin  with,  it  still  wouldn't 
be  genuine  Lewis  if  it  had  been  permitted 
to  remain  in  its  natural  state.  Jerry  has  a 
theory  he  applies  to  practically  everything 
tangible:  if  you  like  something  why  not 

I have  a  lot  more  of  the  same?  This  goes  for 
golf  clubs — at  the  last  counting  he-  had  nine 
sets — guns,  cameras,  dogs,  shirts,  shoes,  and 
jelly  beans.  And  of  course,  houses. 

Jerry  liked  his  original  structure  so  much 
that  he  decided  to  add  a  super  deluxe 
playhouse  a  few  yards  away. 
7q       Originally  the  project  started  out  to  in- 


volve a  small  enlarging  of  the  tool  shed 
into  a  separate  playroom  for  Gary  and  his 
kindergarten  gang.  Midway,  Jerry  took 
over  the  building  supervision. 

"This  room,"  he  announced,  "must  have 
a  barbecue.  And  if  you've  got  a  barbecue, 
you  certainly  need  a  refrigerator.  Who 
wants  to  carry  food  from  the  kitchen  all 
the  time?  But  then  if  you  can  get  ice  cubes 
from  your  refrigerator,  it'd  be  crazy  not  to 
figure  on  a  small  bar."  Even  though  Jerry 
drinks  nothing  but  soda  pop,  a  bar  and 
apartment-size  kitchen  were  added". 

T>y  the  time  construction  got  under  way, 
Patti  had  accepted'  the  fact  that  the 
building  wasn't  going  to  be  a  rumpus  room 
— at  least  not  a  rumpus  room  for  children. 
When  the  costs  approached  the  $25,000 
mark,  she  called  a  halt.  "Now,  Jerry,"  she 
stormed,  "this  whole  thing  has  definitely 
got  out  of  hand.  You've  got  a  fireplace, 
parquet  floors,  a  four -machine  projection 
room.  If  you  don't  stop  we'll  end  up  with 
something  like  Radio  City." 

Jerry  argued  that  having  a  playroom 
away  from  the  main  house  was  really  very 
economical.  "Just  think"  he  offered,  "how 
much,  wear  and  tear  we're  saving  by  keep- 
ing people  out  of  our  living  room."  He 
grinned.  "Seriously,.  Patti,"  he  said,  "we 
don't  go  out  very  much,  and  I've  always 
wanted  a  recreation  room."  Jerry  won  his 
point — which  is  very  easy  to  do  with  Patti 
since  her  heart  is  made  of  butter — and 
work  on  the  playroom  was  resumed.  To- 
day, it  is  worth  somewhere  in  the  neigh- 
borhood of  $80,000  which  is  twice  what 
the  Lewises  paid  for  their  original  resi- 
dence. 

"That  rumpus  room,"  Jerry  says,  "is 
worth  every  cent  it  cost."  ■  • 

To  satisfy  her  two  sons,  Patti  bought  a 
pre-fabricated  playhouse  and  set  it  up 
alongside  their  father's. 

The  result  of  all  these  additional  struc- 
tures was  that  they  cut  the  size  of  the 
Lewis  lawn.  One  morning  Jerry  awoke  and 


looking  out  on  his  property,  said,  "You 
know,  Patti,  every  family  should  have 
enough  room  to  play  a  little  pick-up  base- 
ball." 

"Yes,  dear,"  Patti  mumbled,  then 
promptly  turned  over  on  her  side  an  re- 
turned to  sleep. 

Jerry,  however,  got  dressed,  went  out- 
side, and  bought  the  vacant  lot  next  door. 
He  now  uses  this  for  practicing  chip 
shots. 

The  changes  Jerry  has  wrought  outside 
their  home  Patti  has  practically  matched 
inside.  Although  she  loved  the  basic  plan 
of  their  U-shaped  house,  to  begin  with  =He 
realized  that  alterations  would  have  to  be 
made  to  suit  their  own  particular  needs. 
In  the  gabled  living  room,  for  example, 
she  added  window  seats  on  one  side  of  the 
fireplace  and  shelves  on  the  other.  The 
seats  are  for  guests  and  the  shelves  are 
for  Patti's  collection  of  porcelain  dogs  th»t 
she  started  when  she  was  a  little  girl. 
Here,  too,  she  hangs  the  show  ribbons 
won  by  her  two  Springer  spaniels,  Chipper 
and  Percy. 

According  to  her  mother,  "Esther  (Pat- 
ti's real  name  is  Esther  Callonico  Lewis) 
is  a  pushover  for  children  and  dogs.  She 
can't  ignore  a  child  and  she  can't  go  to 
the  vet  without  bringing  home  a  pup." 

All  the  colors  throughout  the  Lewis 
home  were  chosen  by  Patti.  Without  lean- 
ing on  a  decorator's  arm,  she  simply  made 
up  her  own  mind  as  to  furmshings.  For 
the  living  room  she  chose  a  grey-green 
carpet  that  matches  the  wall  and  eeiling, 
The  piano,  coffee  table,  and  lamp  tables 
were  ordered  in  pale  mahogany.  Then  to 
give  her  room  a  logical  center  she  placed 
a  large,  round,  hooked  rug  in  front  of  the 
fireplace.  This,  plus  a  bowl  of  Jerry's 
bulk  candy  on  a  square  table,  helps  to 
draw  conversational  groups  together. 

'"Pwo  Christmases  ago  portraits  of  Jerry 
and  Patti  were  added  to  the  room  via 
the  coincidence  route.  It  started  with  Hal 


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ACCESSORIES 
ARE  YOUR 
STYLE 
KEYNOTE 


■  It's  the  little  things  that  count  and  adc 
up  to  glamor — the  sheerest  stockings,  lush 
lingerie,  dainty  suppers,  smart  lounging 
wear,  exquisite  appointments  for  your  hand- 
bag, to  make  a  treasure  chest  of  it  for  sure: 
and — of  course — a  captivating  fragrance 
that  is  the  final  fillip  to  perfection  in 
exquisite  grooming.  Basic,  classic  clothes 
need  these  glamor  touches!  This  choice  bit 
of  advice  came  from  the  gals  and  the  guys 
"in  the  know"  on  our  Modern  Screen  Hol- 
lywood Fashion  Board  at  their  recent  con- 
clave in  Hollywood.  Cyd  Charisse,  Ricardo 
Montalban,  Shelley  Winters,  Louis  Calhern. 
Greer  Garson  and  Bob  Stack  gave  close  at- 
tention to  every  detail  of  fashion  as  they 
watched  models  present  the  clothes  and 
accessories  for  their  discussion  and  votes. 
Surprise  gifts  for  the  stars  included  bottles 
of  Coty's  Emeraude  Toilet  Water,  Crosley 
Radios,  Cameo  Stockings,  American  Beauty 
Compacts  and  Paper-Mate  Pens. 


Description  of  fashions,  opposite  pa 

2  Jeanne  Crain  poses  in  a  toasty,  soft 
Cuddleknit  Balbriggan  for  lounge  or 
sleep.  The  striped  blouse  is  cardigan- 
cut,  the  trousers  are  designed  ski-style. 
Green,  navy  or  red  with  white  stripes. 
S.M.L.  About  $6.  By  Luxite.  Golden 
Slippers  by  Savage- Wayne.  About  $3, 
for  complete  details  see  page  79. 

3  Dawn  Addams  models  Seamprufe's 
dainty  gown  of  nylon  tricot  and  nylon 
lace  with  lush  bow  tie.  Pink,  white  or 
blue.  About  $9.  Dawn  also  wears 
Golden  Slippers  by  Savage- Wayne. 

4  Barbara  Ruick  poses  in  Belle  Bride's 
lovely  nylon  tulle  wedding  gown — De- 
luxe coronet  wedding  veil.  The  Inter- 
locking wedding  and  engagement  rings 
are  by  Feature  Ring — see  drawings  and 
descriptions  of  rings  on  page  79. 

5  Cyd  Charisse  is  enchanted  by  the 
beautiful  gifts:  an  American  Beauty 
compact,  Cameo  stockings  and  Coty's 
Emeraude  Toilet  Water. 

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Modern  Screen 
Fashion  Board  .  .  . 

Cyd  Charisse 
Ricardo  Montalban 
Shelley  Winters 
Louis  Calhern 
Greer  Garson 
Bob  Stack 


WHAT:  Modern  Screen  Hol- 
lywood fashion  luncheon  party. 
WHERE:  Hollywood. 
WHO:  The  M.  S.  Fashion 
Board  of  motion  picture  stars 
(above)  and  guest  stars. 
EVENTS:  Discussion  of  the 
importance  of  accessories  in 
fashion — presentation  of  clothes 
and  accessories  to  the  Board 
Members  for  their  vote — 
photographing  of  the  winners 
for  our  M.  S.  fashion  pages. 

2  Without  a  moment's  hesitation, 
Jeanne  Crain  chose  this  casual 
balbriggan  for  her  photograph. 

3  Dawn  Addams  preferred  a  more 
feminine  costume  for  her  sit- 
ting— she  chose  a  pink  nitie. 

Recently  a  bride  herself, 
Barbara  Ruick  thought  it  great 
fun  to  pose  in  another  wedding 
ensemble — rings  and  all! 

After  the  party  the  stars 
were  given  armloads  of  gifts — 
Cyd  Charisse  said  it  was  all 
just  like  Christmas! 

For  Fashion  Details 
See  Opposite  Page 


Hollywood 
approves 
fall 

fashions 


Janet  Leigh,  exquisite  in  Ceil  Chapman's  full  length 
gown  of  ivory  satin  and  black  velvet — accented  by  Deltah 
pearls.  Pretty  as  a  picture,  too,  in  the  mirror  of  her  American 
Beauty  compact  {see  details  of  this  compact  right).  Janet,  MGM 
Star,  now  in  20th's  Prince  Valiant. 


All  Compacts  By  American  Beauty 


Elaborate  compact  finished  in  silver 

with  colored  floral  design  on  cover.  Powder 

door.  About  $4.95. 


Bronze  compact  with  bronze 

florentine  design  on  enamel.  White,  red  or 

black  enamel  background.  About  $3.95. 


Barbara's  mother-of-pearl  compact 
is  inlaid  on  jeweler's  bronze, 
with  powder  door.  About  $7 JO. 


One  of  the  nicest  gifts  you  can  give  a  bride! 
Barbara  Ruick,  who  became  Mrs.  Robert  Horton  re- 
cently, received  this  mother-of-pearl  American 
Beauty  compact — a  treasure  to  own  as  well  as  to  give. 
Thanks  again,  Barbara,  for  playing  our  M.  S.  bride. 


Honeybugs  Slippers  for  Lounging 


A  felt  Moccasin  with  Tuxedo  collar. 
Royal,  black  with  red  contrast  trim  or  green, 
black  with  sand  colored  trim.  $3.99. 


Jean  Hagen,  appearing  in  MGM's  Latin  Lovers, 

poses  in  a  chic,  comfy  double-breasted,  full  length  quilted  robe 

of  printed  cotton.  With  this  robe, choose  one  of  the  Honeybugs 

styles  shown  on  the  right.  Robe — calico  print  on  red, 

black  or  green  background.   Sizes  12  to  20. 

About  $9.    By  Loungees. 


Velvet  Espadrille — jeweled  vamp.  Black, 

red  or  royal  blue  with  colored  stones  and  gold 

embroidered  vamp  trim.  $4.99. 


Nylon  quilted  satin — spaghetti  bow.  Two 

heel  heights.  Black,  red,  royal,  navy,  Lt.  blue, 

pink,  green  or  white.  $4.99. 


Soft  sole  Indian  beaded  plug  Moccasin — 
matching  bunny  fur  collar.  Red,  royal,  Lt.  blue, 
pink,  white  or  black.  $3.99. 


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■  Cyd  Charisse,  last  seen  in  MGM's  The 
Band  Wagon,  features  stocking  as  an 
important  part  of  her  evening  costume — a 
beige  gown  by  Renee  of  Kay-Selig. 
Cyd's  stockings  are  Cameo's  Ballet  Toe — 
exciting  brand  new  12  denier  finest 
knit  seamless  ever  made.  The  other  award 
winning  Cameo  styles  in  Cyd's  stocking 
wardrobe  include:  Burmilace, 
the  60  gauge  Can't  Run  daytime  stocking 
with  "eye  appeal"  and  "wear  for  real"; 
Wonder  Top,  a  wispy,  full-fashioned 
all-purpose  stocking  with  magic  top 
(to  ease  all  strain) ;  Cameo's  66,  a  full- 
fashioned  12  denier  glamor  stocking 
reserved  for  late  day  and  evening. 
Cyd's  pearls  are  by  Deltah. 


Stretched  lightly  in 
French  hand  mirrors  to 
show  sheer  perfection 
and  variety  of  weave,  a 
Cameo  stocking  wardrob 
delighted  the  stars. 


Gifts  galore — Cameo 
stockings  for  all!  Cameo 
was  presented  the  M.  ? 
Fashion  Award  for  su- 
perior construction, 
styling  and  beauty. 


Ricardo  Montalban 
views  Cyd  Charisse's  gift- 
a  lovely  compact. 


And  in  turn,  Ricardo 

watches  Shelley  Winters  give  her 

stockings  the  acid  test. 


The  Captain  of  the  Brown 

Derby  serves  Greer  Garson  her  gift 

while  Bob  Stack  looks  on. 


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ring  around  rosie 

(Continued  from  page  40)  "I'd  give  any- 
thing to  have  a  date  with  him." 

"It's  all  set,"  the  friend  told  her.  "I 
know  him  very  well.  Don't  worry,  Rose- 
mary, I'll  fix  it."  So  she  went  to  this 
boy  and  told  him  that  ^Rosemary  Clooney 
was  just  dying  to  meet  him,  and  the  teen- 
age Don  Juan  said,  "Sure.  Bring  her  over. 
I'll  give  her  a  whirl."  So  Rosemary  was 
brought  over  and  was  introduced  to  her 
secret  love. 

Hie  boy  took  one  look  at  her — the  flat 
chest,  the  crooked  teeth,  the  large  mouth 
— and  closing  his  eyes  as  though  they 
could  not  stand  the  sight  of  this  teen-age 
female  horror,  he  shook  his  head  in  vio- 
lent disbelief.  "Oh,  no!"  he  wailed.  "Oh! 
No." 

Rosemary  Clooney's  youth  was  filled 
with  such  incidents.  "I  used  to  look  at 
myself  in  the  mirror,  and  it  was  awful. 
.  .  .  We  never  had  a  permanent  home  .  .  . 
I  was  never  much  to  look  at  ...  No  sorority 
really  wanted  me." 

With  what  is  amazing  candor  for  any 
woman,  these  are  the  sort  of  remarks 
which  used  to  sprinkle  Rosemary's  rem- 
iniscences. But  now  that  her  love,  long 
prison-pent  and  repressed,  has  been  re- 
leased in  marriage,  she  feels  fulfilled  and 
requited.  Whereas  she  has  felt  bitter  to- 
ward those  who  scorned  and  snubbed  her 
because  of  her  poverty,  she  now  looks 
back  upon  them  with  pity  and  understand- 
ing. For  in  her  life  as  a  newlywed  there 
is  room  in  her  heart  for  nothing  save 
love  and  Jose  Ferrer — which  she  considers 
synonymous. 

When  Rosemary,  the  daughter  of  an  im- 
poverished Kentucky  house  painter, 
eloped  to  Durant,  Oklahoma,  with  Jose, 
the  son  of  a  wealthy  Puerto  Rican  attorney, 
no  one  in  Hollywood  was  the  slightest  bit 
surprised.  For  Rosemary  had  been  Fer- 
rer's steady  girl  for  months. 

Paramount  tried  to  put  the  silencer  on 
the  news  because  technically  Ferrer  was 
still  married  to  his  second  wife,  Phyllis 
Hill,  and  the  studio  was  in  the  process  of 
giving  Rosemary  a  Cinderella  buildup — but 
the  Ferrer- Clooney  love  affair  never  was 
a  secret. 

As  soon  as  Ferrer  could  arrange  a  finan- 
cial settlement  with  Phyllis  Hill,  all  of 
his  friends  expected  him  to  make  Rose- 
mary the  third  Mrs.  Ferrer.  As  one  of 
them  points  out,  "Rosemary  complements 
Joe  very  nicely.  He's  so  intense,  and  she's 
so  matter-of-fact.  There's  a  very  good 
balance  there.  Complement  instead  of 
conflict." 

There  is  also  the  question  of  physical 
attraction.  Some  detractors  insist  that  all 
of  Rosemary's  sex  appeal  lies  in  her  vocal 
chords.  Others  are  of  the  opinion  that 
she  generates  as  much  sex  as  a  grape. 
There  is  no  accounting  for  diversity  in 
human  taste,  but  when  Jose  Ferrer  first 
met  the  Clooney  girl  in  Lisa  Kirk's  Man- 
hattan apartment,  he  liked  what  he  saw  in 
the  way  of  figure,  face,  and  personality, 
and  he  liked  it  very  much. 

A  man  of  depth  and  probity,  Ferrer  has 
never  picked  his  wives  on  the  basis  of 
physical  beauty.  The  mind,  the  mentality, 
and  the  manner — these  have  always  in- 
trigued him. 

In  Rosemary  he  found  a  young  girl  who 
has  not,  to  date,  been  disillusioned  by  life. 
He  found  a  simple,  honest,  ambitious  girl 
without  polish,  erudition,  or  background; 
and  whether  she  appealed  primarily  to  the 
Pygmalion  drive  characteristic  of  so  many 
actors  and  directors,  he  isn't  saying.  But 
she  intrigued  him,  and  they  began  to  go 
around  together. 

Rosemary  first  made  certain  that  Joe 


gentle  new  deodorant  has 
moisture  -  shield 

to  keep  underarms 


Instantly— Fresh  Cream  Deodorant 
forms  an  invisible  shield  to  protect  you 
and  your  clothes. 

Wonderful  news!  Gende  new  Fresh  with 
"moisture-shield,"  used  daily,  ends  the 
problem  of  perspiration  moisture  which 
stains  fabrics  and  causes  unpleasant  odor. 
Yes,  you're  really  protected  with  Fresh! 

For  the  new  Fresh  formula  is  superior 
in  anti-perspirant  action — acts  instandy 


like  an  invisible  shield  to  keep  you  from 
offending — your  clothes  safe. 

University  scientists  have  proved  that 
gentle  new  Fresh  has  up  to  180%  greater 
astringent  action  than  other  leading  cream 
deodorants  .  .  .  and  it's  the  astringent 
action  that  keeps  underarms  dry. 

Try  this  creamy-soft  new  Fresh  today. 
Regular  or  Chlorophyll. 


Fresh  is  a  reg.  trademark  of 
the  Pharma-Craft  Corporation. 
Freeh  is  also  manufactured  and 
distributed  In  Canada 


Keeps  you  Lovely  to  Love 


was  definitely  estranged  from  his  wife. 
"When  we  go  out,"  she  said,  "I  want  it  to 
he  in  the  open,  not  sneaking  around  to 
hideouts." 

It  was  a  transcontinental  courtship  with 
these  two.  They  ate  at  Sardi's  in  New 
York,  Chasen's  in  California,  and  all  the 
while,  Ferrer's  lawyer,  Edwiri  Reiskind 
was  trying  to  work  out  some  sort  of  settle- 
ment which  would  satisfy  the  second  Mrs. 
Ferrer  and  give  Joe  his  freedom. 

When  the  second  Mrs.  Ferrer  went  into 
a  New  York  play,  The  Fifth  Season,  it 
looked  very  much  as  though  there  would 
be  no  Ferrer  divorce  this  year.  After  all, 
when  would  Phyllis  Hill  be  able  to  get 
away  to  establish  six  weeks'  residence  in 
Reno  or  Hot  Springs? 

There  was  only  one  solution — a  Mexican 
divorce.  It  is  possible  for  a  citizen  of  the 
U.S.A.  to  obtain  a  divorce  in  Mexico  with- 
out any  of  the  parties'  going  there. 

On  July  6,  this  year,  Mrs.  Phyllis  Hill 
Ferrer  filed  for  divorce  in  the  First  Civil 
Court  of  Juarez,  Mexico.  She  was  in 
New  York  at  the  time,  and  her  husband 
was  in  Dallas,  starring  in  the  stage  version 
of  Kiss  Me  Kate.  The  suit  stated  that  the 
Ferrers  had  been  married  in  Greenwich, 
Connecticut,  in  1948,  and  had  been  sepa- 
rated since  May,  1952.  Incompatibility 
was  the  major  charge,  and  the  divorce  was 
granted. 

"WThereupon  Rosemary  Clooney,  having 
"  just  finished  Red  Garters  over  at  Para- 
mount, caught  the  first  plane  to  Dallas  for 
a  rendezvous  with  her  lover  at  the  Stone- 
leigh  Hotel. 

Ordinarily,  Joe  and  Rosemary  Ferrer 
are  cooperative  and  communicative  people, 
but  when  reporters  asked  if  they  intended 
to  get  married  in  the  near  future — an  in- 
tention as  obvious  as  Marilyn  Monroe's 
physical  endowments — both  of  them  said, 
"No  comment." 

They  waited  for  Joe  Shribman,  Rose- 
mary's manager,  to  fly  into  Dallas,  and  for 
Ed  Reiskind  and  Kurt  and  Ketti  Frings 
and  Olivia  De  Havilland  and  the  cast  of 
The  Dazzling  Hour — Ferrer  rehearsed  the 
cast  in  Dallas  for  the  play  he  later  staged 
in  La  Jolla — and  after  the  whole  gang  had 
arrived,  and  Ed  Reiskind  had  checked  on 
all  the  legal  requirements  for  marriage  in 
and  around  Texas,  Joe  and  Rosemary  de- 
cided to  take  the  big  step.  "We  wanted 
it  done  quickly,  simply,  and  without  any 
fanfare." 

Early  Monday  morning  the  prospective 
newlyweds,  accompanied  by  Joe's  agent, 
Kurt  Frings,  and  Mrs.  Frings,  climbed  into 
Ed  Reiskind's  car  and  drove  to  Durant, 
Oklahoma.  Joe  Shribman  came  along,  top. 
The  lovers  took  blood  tests,  filled  out  the 
marriage  license,  and  then  matched  into 
the  chambers  of  County  Judge  Seth  Shoe- 
maker who  performed  the  short  cere- 
mony. 

There  was  the  usual  kissing  at  the  end 
of  the  ritual  and  then  the  drive  back  to 
Dallas.  That  night,  Jose  went  to  work  in 
Kiss  Me  Kate,  and  when  the  final  curtain 
came  down,  everyone  went  over  to  Mario's, 
an  Italian  restaurant  in  town,  for  the 
Ferrer  wedding  party.  It  was  a  hum- 
dinger, considering  the  fact  that  Ferrer 
had  to  work  the  next  day. 

There  was  no  honeymoon.  In  fact,  the 
following  afternoon,  Rosemary  kissed  her 
Joe  goodbye  and  took  off  for  Hollywood 
with  Kurt  Frings.  Kurt  left  his  wife 
Ketti  in  Dallas  to  work  with  Ferrer  on 
the  rewrite  of  The  Dazzling  Hour. 

In  Hollywood,  Rosemary  posed  for  some 
Modern  Screen  photos,  had  her  hair  trim- 
med, tried  on  a  new  dress  for  the  premiere 
of  Stalag  17,  announced  that  "I  came  back 
because  my  brother,  Nick,  is  going  into 
the  service,  and  I  promised  I'd  go  to  the 
preview  with  him." 


She  was  so  happy,  she  was  jumping. 
"Flippin'  my  lid,"  she  cried.  "Just  flippin' 
my  lid.   Never  been  happier." 

"LTollywood  wonders  how  long  this  ec- 
static  happiness  will  last,  since  the 
years  have  shown  consistently  that  two 
acting  careers  in  one  family  usually  lead  to 
discord  and  divorce. 

There  is  one  particular  group  in  the 
movie  colony  which  dislikes  Jose  Ferrer 
on  the  basis  of  his  politics.  These  people 
insist  that  "the  only  thing  Jose  Ferrer 
can  ever'  stay  married  to  is  his  career." 
They  warned  and  advised  Rosemary  not 
to  marry  the  producer-director -actor,  but 
the  Clooney  girl  decided  to  follow  her 
heart. 

There  are  other  groups  in  Hollywood 
that  insist  that  Joe  is  one  of  the  most  in- 
telligent, versatile,  and  sensitive  talents 
in  the  business.  Not  only  that,  but  that 
his  background,  education,  and  perspicacity 
are  hard  to  match,  and  that  as  a  human 
being,  he  is  kind,  tolerant,  warm-hearted 
and  generous.  For  years  he  has  carried 
countless  persons  on  his  payroll.  A  young 
dancer  in  Paris,  for  example,  receives  a 
check  from  him  every  month,  merely  be- 


making  an  early 

appearance,  the 

november  issue 

of 

modern  screen 

will  be 

on  sale  October 

6 

with  tempestuous 

ava  gardner 

on  the  cover. 

cause  he  knows  that  she  needs  the  money. 

Jose  Vicente  Ferrer  Oteroy  Cintron 
was  born  on  January  8,  1912,  in  Santuro, 
Puerto  Rico.  Both  of  his  parents  were 
born  in  Spain,  later  becoming  American 
citizens.  His  father  attended  St.  John's 
College  at  Annapolis  and  won  his  law 
degree  at  Syracuse  University.  His 
mother  was  graduated  from  Sacred  Heart 
College  in  New  York. 

When  young  Jose  was  six,  his  parents 
took  him  to  New  York  where  he  was  en- 
rolled in  a  series  of  private  and  public 
schools.  At  14,  the  boy  was  considered  a 
piano  prodigy,  and  for  a  while  he  hoped 
to  become  a  concert  pianist.  But  his  folks 
shipped  him  off  to  Switzerland  for  more 
schooling,  and  when  he  returned  to  the 
States  he  decided  to  enter  Princeton's 
School  of  Architecture. 

While  he  was  in  college,  Ferrer  organ- 
ized a  six-piece  band  known  as  Ferrer's 
Pied  Pipers.  It  was  quickly  expanded  to 
include  18  members,  and  during  the  sum- 
mers, it  used  to  tour  Italy,  France,  and 
Switzerland,  which  is  one  reason  Ferrer 
speaks  five  languages  with  surprising  flu- 
ency. 

While  he  was  at  Princeton,  Joe — this  is 
the  name  by  which  all  his  friends  call 


him — decided  to  become  a  teacher.  He  took 
a  year's  graduate  work  in  French  litera- 
ture and  then  moved  on  to  Columbia 
University  where  he  studied  for  his  Mas- 
ter's degree. 

At  Columbia,  Ferrer  decided  to  forsake 
teaching  for  the  theater  and  got  himself  a 
job  as  an  assistant  stage  manager  in  Josh 
Logan's  summer  stock  company  at  Suffern, 
New  York.  From  there  he  worked  him- 
self up  to  his  current  eminence. 

IV  ow,  let's  take  a  look  at  Rosemary 
Clooney 's  background.  This  singing 
chick  was  born  in  the  small  Ohio  River 
town  of  Maysville,  Kentucky  on  May  23, 
1928.  Her  father,  Andy  Clooney  was  a 
house  painter  who  couldn't  find  enough 
houses  to  paint,  especially  when  another 
daughter  and  a  son  were  added  to  his 
family. 

In  fact,  things  were  so  bad  in  the  Clooney 
household,  financially  that  is,  that  the 
marriage  came  apart,  Rosemary's  mother 
going  to  work  in  a  dress  shop  in  Lexing- 
ton, and  Andy  looking  around  for  a  new 
start  in  Washington. 

The  Clooney  kids  were  moved  around 
from  grandparent  to  grandparent.  Grand- 
pa Clooney,  the  perpetual  mayor  of  Mays- 
ville, owned  a  jewelry  store  and  had  a  little 
money  but  when  Rosemary  was  nine, 
Grandma  Clooney  died,  and  the  little  girl 
was  moved  over  to  Grandmother  Guil- 
foyle's.  A  widow  with  nine  children  of 
her  own  to  look  after,  Grandma  Guilfoyle 
found  it  extremely  difficult  to  bring  up 
Rosemary  and  her  sister.  There  just  wasn't 
enough  money  to  go  around. 

Rosemary  had  to  wear  hand  -  me  -  downs 
and  makeshifts.  Dental  treatment  was 
neglected.  Family  security  was  Jacking 
when  she  needed  it  most. 

In  short,  she  suffered  all  the  pains  and 
heartaches  and  humiliations  which  walk 
hand-in-hand  with  poverty.  The  wonder 
of  it  all  is  that  Rosemary  Clooney  is  an 
optimistic,  lively,  and  stimulating  young 
woman,  today. 

While  she  may  suffer  from  an  inferiority 
complex  brought  on  by  the  lack  of  physical 
beauty,  she  certainly  gives  no  blatant 
manifestations  of  chronic  insecurity.  Rose- 
mary tells  of  her  poverty-ridden  days  with 
poignancy  but  she  always  points  out  the 
lighter  side  and  the  happy  moments.  She 
talks  about  the  wonderful  breaks  she  got 
when  she  and  her  sister  went  to  work  at 
wlw  in  Cincinnati,  when  she  signed  with 
Tony  Pastor's  band  and  when  Joe  Shrib- 
man, Pastor's  manager,  got  her  a  recording 
contract  with  Columbia  Records. 

Blue-eyed  Rosie  was  often  hurt  when 
she  was  a  child.  While  these  hurts  un- 
doubtedly have  left  their  mark,  they  have 
not  marred  her  personality  or  outlook. 
Rosemary  Clooney  wants  to  become  a  big 
motion  picture  star.  Right  now  she  has 
a  personable  way,  a  pleasing  voice,  and  a 
little  acting  talent. 

Married  to  Jose  Ferrer,  however,  Rosie 
is  likely  to  improve  as  an  actress.  She  will 
have  an  excellent  influence  in  the  house. 
There  is  no  doubt  but  that  Jose  can  and 
will  enrich  Rosie's  life.  He  cooks  like  a 
master  chef,  he  plays  the  piano  like  a 
virtuoso;  he  paints  and  sculptures;  he  pro- 
duces, directs,  and  acts,  he  hves  every  day 
as  if  it  were  his  last. 

A  friend  of  Clooney's  was  asked  what 
Rosie  could  contribute  to  this  marriage. 
Her  retort:  "What  is  this?  France  in  the 
nineteenth  century  or  Hollywood  in  the 
twentieth?  All  a  woman  brings  to  a  mar- 
riage is  herself.  Sometimes  that's  a  little, 
and  sometimes  that's  a  lot.  In  Rosie's  case, 
I  can  tell  you — it's  enough!"  END 

(Jose  Ferrer  can  be  seen  in  tu>o  Colum- 
bia pictures,  The  Caine  Mutiny  and  Miss 
Sadie  Thompson.) 


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rita's  newest  love 

(Continued  from  page  28)  From  that  point 
on,  Haymes  and  Hayworth  have  been  vir- 
tually inseparable.  Even  when  Rita  flew  to 
Hawaii  for  location  work  on  Miss  Sadie 
Thompson,  Haymes  wasn't  far  behind.  He 
had  his  agents  arrange  a  concert  tour  in 
the  Islands,  and  while  it  didn't  come  off  too 
well,  it  brought  him  close  to  Rita. 

When  Hayworth  winged  back  to  Holly- 
wood with  Jose  Ferrer,  who  is  also  in 
Miss  Sadie  Thompson,  Haymes  was  again 
on  hand  to  continue  the  romance. 

T\ick  has  been  Rita's  constant  escort, 
so  constant  that  he  has  had  no  time 
for  anyone  else.  Not  even  Nora  Haymes, 
his  separated  wife,  could  contact  Dick  with 
any  regularity.  A  newspaperman  in  the 
Hobnob,  a  Beverly  Hills  eatery,  overheard 
her  complaining  to  her  friend,  Beetsy 
Wynn,  "I  can't  get  with  this  bit.  I  don't 
know  where  Richard  is  keeping  himself 
these  days.  I  want  to  talk  to  him  about 
putting  up  some  loot  for  the  divorce,  but 
it's  easier  to  get  in  touch  with  Eisenhower. 

"Everybody  I  ask  tells  me  to  try  Hay- 
worth's  house.  Can  you  imagine  my 
doing  that?" 

Even  Bob  Eaton,  Dick's  lawyer,  couldn't 
find  him  for  long  periods  of  time  when  he 
needed  to  discuss  the  divorce  from  Nora. 
"I  don't  know  where  he's  keeping  himself 
these  days,"  Eaton  confided  to  reporters. 
"My  assumption  is  that  he's  out  of  town." 

By  this  time,  of  course,  the  Haymes  di- 
vorce papers  have  undoubtedly  been  filed; 
and  it  is  just  a  question  of  waiting  for  the 
proper  interval  before  Richard  and  Rita 
make  their  romance  officially  public. 

Under  the  circumstances,  however,  Rita 
is  naturally  reticent  when  it  comes  to  dis- 
cussing Haymes.  When  asked  about  him 
in  New  York  after  they  were  seen  dining, 
all  she  would  say  was  "He's  a  very  nice 
man." 

In  Hollywood,  however,  especially  be- 
fore the  Haymes  divorce  papers  were 
drawn  up,  the  ex-Princess  was  extremely 
circumspect,  particularly  for  her. 

When  a  friend,  a  long-term  friend  who 
has  known  her  through  three  arduous 
marriages,  asked  at  her  swimming  pool  one 
day,  "What  goes  with  you  and  Dick 
Haymes?"  Rita  would  only  smile  and  say, 
"Let's  not  go  into  that." 

A  few  days  later  the  actress  took  off  for 
a  short  vacation,  and  coincidentally, 
Richard  Haymes  left  town  at  the  same 
time. 

All  of  which  goes  to  prove  that  having 
found  each  other,  Dick  Haymes  and  Rita 
Hayworth  are  determined  to  hold  on.  For 
many  years  now,  both  of  them  have  been 
in  love  with  love.  Since  both  of  them 
have  Spanish  blood  in  their  veins  and 
Latin  backgrounds,  there  is  undoubtedly 
much  more  to  their  mutual  attraction  than 
pure  physical  appeal. 

Whether  this  is  enough  to  lead  eventu- 
ally to  marriage  no  one  can  prophesy. 

Dight  now,  Rita  is  a  little  disillusioned 
by  matrimony  but  certainly  not  by 
men.  The  only  time  she  was  ready  to 
cross  the  opposite  sex  off  her  list  was  when 
she  left  Aly  Khan  two  years  ago. 

Then  she  was  hurt,  bitter,  frustrated, 
and  completely  disenchanted,  and  with 
good  reason.  Her  life  with  Aly  had  been 
anything  but  a  bed  of  roses.  In  the  midst 
of  all  sorts  of  wild,  intractable  rumors, 
she  had  verified  her  father-in-law's  pre- 
diction that  she  would  give  birth  to  a 
premature  child.  "Premature  children  run 
in  our  family,"  the  four-times-married  Aga 
Khan  had  told  the  press  during  Rita's 
pregnancy,  whereupon  the  actress  pre- 
sented her  husband  with  his  third  child,  a 


beautiful,  dark-haired  girl  whom  they 
named  Yasmin. 

Yasmin's  birth  was  a  big  event  duly 
reported  throughout  the  world,  but  it 
didn't  keep  Aly  at  home,  and  it  didn't 
curb  his  reckless  spending.  In  an  effort 
to  keep  up  with  her  husband's  profli- 
gate tastes,  Rita  ran  through  all  her  hard- 
earned  cash,  approximately  $150,000.  And 
in  the  end,  all  her  sacrifices,  all  her  at- 
tempts to  remodel  her  life,  to  become  the 
worldly  sophisticate — all  this  came  to 
nothing. 

One  morning  the  realization  burst  upon 
Rita  that  she  was  married  to  a  man  whose 
nature  was  basically  inconstant.  That's 
when  she  pulled  up  the  stakes  of  her  Euro- 
pean tent  and  sailed  for  home,  a  wiser, 
sadder 'young  woman.  She  was  determined, 
nevertheless,  to  get  a  financial  settlement 
of  $1,000,000  for  her  baby  daughter. 

All  she  got  was  a  lot  of  publicity,  a 
whopping  lawyer's  bill,  and  the  well- 
founded  suspicion  that  she  was  destined 
to  support  Yasmin  through  her  own  earn- 
ings just  as  she  is  supporting  Rebecca,  her 
daughter  by  Orson  Welles. 

In  the  words  of  an  agent  who  has 
known  her  well,  "Rita  is  a  lot  like  Lana 
Turner.  Both  of  these  babes  bounce  back 
from  loused-up  love  affairs  like  a  couple 
of  pogo  stick?. 

"Take  a  dame  like  Hayworth.  Aly  Khan 
gives  her  a  terrible  time  in  Europe;  so 
she  comes  back  here,  goes  up  to  Reno  and 
establishes  residence.  She  tells  everyone, 
'I  don't  want  a  penny  for  myself.  All  I 
want  is  support  for  my  child.' 


.  .  .  Boris  Karloff,  who  sold  his  home 
in  Beverly  Hills,  is  looking  for  a 
place  to  rent.  Said  Karloff:  "I 
guess  you  might  say  I'm  house- 
haunting."  Sidney  Skohkv 
N.  Y.  Post 


"What  happens?  Aly  Khan  comes  to 
Hollywood.  Whispers  a  few  sweet  noth- 
ings in  her  left  ear.  Right  away  the  babe 
takes  off  for  Paris  and  a  rendezvous.  All 
that  trouble  for  one  evening,  and  the  next 
thing  anybody  knows  Khan  has  blown  this 
babe  off  and  is  going  around  with  Gene 
Tierney.  She's  hurt,  Hayworth  is;  so  she 
gets  herself  this  Spanish  count  for  an  es- 
cort, one  of  Aly's  old  pals,  Count  Villa 
Padierna;  only  this  guy  won't  come  to 
Hollywood.  So  she  comes  back  alone.  This 
time  she's  good  and  sore  at  Aly;  so  she  gets 
the  divorce.  The  Nevada  courts  tell  him 
he  has  to  pay  $48,000  a  year  for  the  support 
of  Yasmin.  It's  a  big  joke.  This  is  like 
telling  the  king  of  Sweden  he  has  to  drink 
German  beer. 

"I'm  not  kidding  when  I  tell  you  that 
Hay  worth's  just  like  Lana  Turner.  They're 
both  the  world's  lousiest  pickers  of  lovers. 

"Take  this  Dick  Haymes.  He's  a  nice, 
loused-up  kid,  very  personable,  very 
charming,  maybe  a  year  older  than  Rita, 
but  he  doesn't  have  a  buck.  He's  a  very 
proud  kid,  too,  and  an  honorable  one. 

"Haymes  is  a  man  with  an  eye  for 
beauty.  When  he  gets  that  mating  call, 
watch  out.  There  he  goes.  He  gave  up 
Joanne  Dru,  a  swell  dish,  for  Nora  Haymes. 
After  four  years  with  Nora,  that's  finished. 
Instead  of  concentrating  on  his  work,  he 
concentrates  on  Hayworth. 

"I  don't  blame  him,  because  Hayworth 
is  really  something  to  concentrate  on,  but 
just  take  a  peek  at  that  long  list  of  prede- 
cessors, Eddie  Judson,  Orson  Welles,  Vic 
Mature,  Tony  Martin,  Alain  Bernheim,  Ted 
Stauffer,  Aly  Khan,  Peter  Lawford,  Cy 
Howard,  Gilbert  Roland,  Richard  Greene, 
Kirk  Douglas.  In  her  day,  Hayworth  has 
had  some  real  big  league  talent." 

"Like  I  say,  Dick  is  a  nice  boy,  but  what 
chance  would  he  have  as  Rita's' husband? 


He'd  lose  his  own  identity.  Marrying  Rita 
is  like  marrying  a  national  institution. 
You've  got  to  come  out  second  best. 

"If  Dick  were  the  kind  of  boy  who 
could  manage  his  wife's  career  like  some 
birds  around  this  town,  that  would  be 
different.  But  he's  not  built  that  way. 
This  kid's  got  integrity  and  honor.  He 
could  never  let  himself  be  supported  by 
any  dame. 

"Just  exactly  what's  gonna  happen  be- 
tween these  two,  I  don't  know.  I'm  sure 
they  don't  either,  except  that  Dick  is  not 
one  of  these  fast-fling  boys.  When  he  falls 
in  love,  he's  always  sure  it's  for  keeps 
this  time.  With  Rita  it's  a  little  different. 
I  think  she's  more  realistic,  lives  every 
day  as  if  it  were  her  last.  Let's  have  a 
ball  right  now  because  tomorrow  maybe 
Aly  Khan  will  walk  through  the  front  door." 

TVTora  Eddington  Flynn  Haymes,  who  fell 
-L  '  so  rapturously  in  love  with  Haymes 
that  she  gave  the  skidoo  to  Errol  Flynn, 
has  long  been  recognized  as  one  of  the 
most  regular  females  in  Hollywood. 

Honest,  straight-shooting,  and  never- 
complaining,  although  she  certainly  has 
plenty  to  wail  about,  Nora  says,  "When 
Dick  and  I  separated  in  March,  he  was  free 
to  go  his  way,  and  I  was  free  to  go  mine. 
We're  definitely  not — well,  we're  not  suited 
to  each  other  any  more. 

"As  for  his  personal  life,  I  don't  know 
what  he's  been  doing.  I  hear  from  various 
sources  that  he's  been  seeing  an  awful  lot 
of  Miss  Hayworth.  When  I  was  married 
to  Errol  Flynn,  she  came  aboard  our 
boat  with  Orson  Welles  for  about  two 
weeks;  and  she's  really  a  very  nice  person. 

"Friends  tell  me  that  she's  got  Dick 
wound  around  so  tightly  that  he  doesn't 
know  whether  he's  coming  or  going,  but 
you  know  how  rumors  spread  in  this 
town.  Probably  no  foundation  to  that, 
whatever.  My  personal  assumption  is  that 
they're  good  friends.  Shall  we  leave  it  at 
that? 

"You  say  has  Dick  asked  for  a  divorce 
because  he  wants  to  marry  Rita?  He's 
never  mentioned  her  to  me  at  all.  Richard 
is  a  romanticist,  a  dreamer,  a  wonderful 
man  with  high  ideals.  If  he  falls  in  love 
with  a  girl  he  wants  to  marry  her.  He's  a 
wonderful  guy.  I  hope  he'll  be  happy." 

Tn  Hollywood  the  general  consensus  of 
opinion  is  that  Haymes  is  cut  from 
a  fabric  different  from  many  crooners.  As 
a  boy  he  studied  for  the  priesthood  in 
Argentina.  As  a  young  man  he  succeeded 
Frank  Sinatra  with  the  Harry  James  band, 
and  for  a  period  of  time  he  was  extremely 
hot  with  bobbysoxers. 

During  the  war,  Dick  was  classified  4C, 
a  citizen  of  a  neutral  nation,  Argentina;  and 
although  he  tried  time  and  time  again  to 
enlist  in  the  Army,  he  was  turned  down 
because  of  high  blood  pressure.  He  was 
married  to  Joanne  Dru  during  World  War 
II,  and  that  marriage  was  youthfully  suc- 
cessful until  Dick  met  Nora  Flynn  in  Palm 
Springs. 

Unfortunately  for  Dick,  his  career  has 
been  sliding  downhill  ever  since  his  mar- 
riage to  Nora.  He  left  his  agent,  Bill  Bur- 
ton; his  recordings  began  to  diminish  in 
popularity;  picture  work  became  increas- 
ingly scarce;  but  careers  in  show  business 
are  unpredictable,  and  as  they  say  in  Hol- 
lywood, "all  you  need  to  get  on  top  is  one 
good  break." 

Whether  Dick's  one  "good  break"  was 
meeting  and  falling  in  love  with  Rita  Hay- 
worth only  the  calendar  will  tell. 

Right  now,  Hollywood  is  betting  on  only 
one  thing.  Proximity  to  lovely  Rita  is  not 
going  to  reduce  the  crooner's  high  blood 
pressure.  END 

(Dick  Haymes  can  now  be  seen  in  Co- 
lumbia's Cruising  Down  The  River.) 


"you,  I  like!" 

(Continued  from  page  59)  "So  what  if 
they  liked  me  last  week,"  the  boyish-faced 
comic  with  flecks  of  grey  in  his  curly 
brown  hair,  nagged  himself.  Show  business 
was  a  funny  thing,  he  knew.  A  star  today 
and  a  bum  tomorrow.  He  had  worked 
too  hard,  too  long  to  lose  it  now. 

He  thought  of  his  mother  and  father 
at  home  in  the  Bronx,  waiting  to  see  him 
live  up  to  his  notices.  He  thought  of  his 
wife,  Helayne,  who  loved  him  so  and 
helped  to  ease  the  hurt  of  an  unhappy 
first  marriage. 

The  nervous  tension  of  the  years  of 
work  and  waiting  welled  within  him  and 
as  he  thought  of  the  night  ahead  and  all 
his  yesterdays,  Red  Buttons  collapsed  on 
the  tv  stage. 

He  didn't  go  on  that  second  week  in 
October  last  year.  A  film  was  hastily 
shown  instead  and  the  cbs  switchboards 
were  flooded  with  calls  from  friendly  fans 
concerned  about  the  comic  they  had  taken 
to  their  hearts  but  a  few  days  before. 

That  reassurance  of  their  faith  in  him, 
the  loyalty  they  showed,  their  willingness 
to  laugh  and  sympathize  gave  him  the  will 
and  strength  he  needed  to  make  secure 
the  stardom  televiewers  had  bestowed 
upon  him. 

The  following  week  and  every  week 
thereafter,  Red  Buttons  continued  to  en- 
dear himself  to  his  fans.  If  they  believed 
in  him,  he  could  believe  in  himself. 

Funny,  he  secretly  admitted  later,  that 
he  who  had  never  dared  lose  confidence 
in  himself  lest  he  lose  all  his  hopes  should 
have  lost  it  at  the  moment  when  his 
dreams  were  fulfilled.  He  was  a  star,  na- 
tionally known  and  nationally  applauded. 

ver  since  he  could  remember,  he  had 
wanted  to  be  a  star. 

To  anyone  but  him  it  might  have  seemed 
an  impossible  dream.  Aaron  Chwatt,  the 
second  of  Michael  and  Sophie  Chwatt's 
three  children,  was  born  in  a  fourth  floor 
walk-up  in  a  tenement  in  New  York's 
lower  East  Side  on  February  5,  1919. 

His  parents  were  poor  but  happy.  His 
father  earned  $18  a  week  blocking  hats 
in  a  millinery  shop.  He  had  a  quiet  dignity 
and  an  old  world  philosophy  that  children 
are  the  future  of  a  country.  Michael 
Chwatt  wanted  his  children,  Joe,  Aaron 
and  Ida,  to  be  a  credit  to  their  parents 
and  to  their  country. 

Sophie  Chwatt  was  born  in  Poland  and 
immigrated  to  the  United  States  when  she 
was  16.  She  was  short  and  plump  and 
pretty  with  smiling  blue  eyes  and  curly 
red  hair  like  little  Aaron's.  She  was  too 
happy  being  in  America  to  mind  being 
poor.  All  she  wanted  was  to  keep  her 
children  as  clean  and  as  well-fed  and  as 
happy  as  she  could.  There  were  worse 
things  in  life  than  being  poor,  Mrs.  Chwatt 
knew,  and  a  mother's  love  and  freedom 
couldn't  be  bought  at  any  price. 

In  these  surroundings,  Aaron  was  a 
lively,  jovial,  energetic  kid  willing  to  do 
anything  for  a  smile.  Skinny  and  small, 
he  never  let  his  size  bother  him.  What  he 
lacked  in  stature  he  compensated  for  in 
heart  and  humor  and  leadership. 

Wiry  and  muscular,  he  could  hold  his 
own  in  any  brawl,  and  fighting  was  the 
number  one  sport  in  Aaron's  neighborhood, 
Third  Street  between  Avenues  A  and  B. 

If  the  older,  bigger  boys  challenged  him 
to  a  fight  and  he  felt  he  didn't  stand  a 
chance,  he'd  tilt  his  head  to  the  side, 
assume  the  plaintive  facial  expressions  of 
a  whipped  dog  and  plead  mournfully,  "I 
ain't  got  no  mudder." 

It  always  worked.  Nobody  would  hit 
a  kid  without  a  mother,  for  the  only 
security  those  poor  kids  had  was  a  mother. 

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mother  cut  his  bangs  and  substituted  a 
long  pants  blue  serge  suit  for  erstwhile 
Saturday  and  Sunday  best,  a  sailor  outfit 
with  white  stockings  and  black  shoes.  The 
blue  serge  was  his  choir  singing  uniform, 
worn  when  his  sweet,  clear  soprano  voice 
rang  out  in  answer  to  the  Cantor's  chants 
in  the  local  synagogue.  If  any  fellow  mem- 
bers of  the  "Rinky  Dink,"  his  own  block 
gang  of  which  he  was  the  undisputed 
leader,  ever  referred  to  his  angelic  face  or 
singing  in  any  but  the  most  complimentary 
manner,  they  had  the  soprano's  fists  in 
their  kissers  to  prove  he  was  no  sissy. 

W/"hen  Papa  Chwatt  got  a  small  increase 
in  salary,  he  moved  out  of  the  lower 
East  Side  uptown  to  East  176th  Street  in 
the  Bronx,  so  his  family  could  be  brought 
up  in  better  surroundings. 

In  P.  S.  44  in  the  Bronx,  ten-year-old 
Aaron  quickly  established  himself  as  a 
popular,  versatile  personality.  He  played 
on  the  baseball  team,  portrayed  one  of  the 
frenetic  leads  in  the  school's  version  of 
"The  Katzeniammer  Kids"  and  generally 
ingratiated  himself  with  his  teachers  and 
fellow  students.  He  would  stop  at  nothing 
to  keep  his  audience  entertained. 

His  buddies,  among  them  Arthur  Brent, 
now  a  partner  with  Red's  brother  Joe  in 
the  ABCO  Hardware  store  in  the  Bro^x. 
knew  that  Red  had  one  peculiarity.  He 
couldn't  pass  up  a  mirror,  whether  in  a 
store  window,  a  livingrcom  or  a  washroom. 
Whenever  he  spotted  a  looking  glass,  he 
stopped  whatever  he  was  doing  to  peer  at 
his  likeness,  not  to  admire  himself  but 
to  distort  his  features  into  weird  grimaces. 

"Whatcha  doin',  Aaron?"  his  surprised 
corrroanions  asked  at  first. 

"Practicin',  just  practicin',"  he  answered 
without  getting  out  of  character.  "If  I'm 
gonna  be  an  actor,  I  gotta  be  able  to  act." 

Muggsy  Buttons,  Rocky  Buttons,  Salty 
Buttons  were  conceived  in  a  mirror.  As 
Red  watched  the  mannerisms  and  expres- 
sions of  each  one  emerge  before  his  very 
eyes,  he  also  develooed  another  character- 
istic. Shaking  his  finger  at  his  mirrored 
reflections,  he  admonished  them  waggishly, 
"I  like  you.  You,  I  don't  like." 

He  wasn't  too  engrossed  in  his  career 
to  be  unmindful  of  the  fair  sex.  The  girls 
tagged  after  the  cute  redheaded  jester,  but 
his  favorite  was  a  long-legged  brunette. 
They  demonstrated  their  mutual  affection 
by  playfullv  throwing  stones  at  each  other 
in  heu  of  cupid's  darts. 

Nothing  but  applause  was  hurled  at  the 
13-year-old  boy  the  night  he  anoeared 
in  an  amateur  contest  at  the  Fox  Cretona 
theatre  a  few  blocks  from  his  apartment 
house.  When  he  sang  "Roll  On  Mississippi, 
Roll  On"  and  "Sweet  Jenny  Lee,"  he 
brought  down  the  house  and  won  first 
prize. 

His  reward  was  a  singing  spot  in  the 
overture  to  the  vaudeville  acts.  Nightly, 
for  15  weeks  until  the  Children's  Society 
stenped  in  and  stopped  him,  the  slight, 
shining-faced,  redheaded  singer  stood  on 
a  soapbox  in  the  orchestra  pit  and  in  his 
good  blue  serse  suit  and  budding  alto 
bade  the  Mississippi  roll  on. 

For  a  couple  of  years  after  the  Children's 
Society  rang  down  the  curtain  on  him.  his 
only  brush  with  show  business  was  when 
he  subwayed  downtown  and  went  to  the 
Palace  to  hang  around  the  stage  door 
or  when  he  climbed  over  the  fence  of  the 
old  Biograph  Film  Studios  in  the  Bronx. 

On  one  of  these  excursions,  he  met  Bud 
Pollard,  a  Biograph  film  producer  who  took 
an  interest  in  the  boy. 

"Show  business  isn't  easy,  kid,"  the 
older  man  advised.  "You've  got  to  work 
hard  to  get  there.  You  need  all  the  breaks 
you  can  get  and  then  when  you  do  arrive, 
if  you're  one  of  the  lucky  few,  the  tough- 
est thing  is  to  stay  on  top." 


But  how  was  a  kid  with  no  back-rou^d. 
no  real  experience  and  nobody  to  helo 
him.  going  to  break  into  show  business? 
That  was  Aaron  Chwatt's  number  one 
problem.  No  talent  scout  from  Broadway 
was  haunting  the  amateur  theatricals  of 
the  Evander  Childs  High  School.  He 
couldn't  afford  to  take  an '  ad  in  weekly 
Variety  saying  "At  liberty"  so  he  did  the 
next  best  thing.  He  answered  an  ad  for  a 
singing  bellhop  to  work  during  the  sum- 
mer at  Dinty  Moore's  City  Island  Tavern. 
He  was  16  and  impatient  to  get  his  theat- 
rical career  under  way. 

One  night  he  confided  his  ambition  to  a 
customer. 

"What's  your  name,  kid?"  the  customer 
asked. 
"Aaron  Chwatt." 

"Aaron  what?  That's  no  name  for  a 
comedian.  You  have  to  get  something 
they'll  remember.  How  about  Red?  Your 
hair's  red."  The  customer  paused  a  minute 
and  studied  the  serious  face  of  the  brass- 
buttoned  bellhop.  Then  he  snapped  his 
ringers.  "I've  got  it.  Buttons.  Red  Buttons. 
That's  a  name  they'll  never  forget." 

The  newly  christened  Red  Buttons 
realized  that  before  people  could  remember 
his  name  they  had  to  hear  it.  How?  Where? 
When? 

A  movie  star  attended  a  show,  in 
which  an  amateur  was  impersonat- 
ing the  star.  After  the  perform- 
ance, the  amateur  asked  the  star, 
eagerly:  "Tell  me  the  truth!  What 
do  you  think  of  my  impersonation 
of  you?" 

"Well,"  said  the  star,  "one  of  us  is 
really  awful!" 

Soon,  he  hoped.  Occasionally  during  the 
winter,  he  sang  for  free  at  parties  given 
by  his  father's  co-workers.  At  one  of  these 
parties,  Red  met  somebody  who  knew 
somebody  who  owned  a  hotel  in  the  Cats- 
kill  Mountains.  The  chain  of  hotels  dot- 
ting the  Catskills  was  known  as  the 
Borscht  Circuit  because  good  food,  borscht 
included,  was  the  chief  attraction  of  these 
summer  hostelries.  The  customers  had  to 
be  entertained,  too,  but  managements  pre- 
ferred to  pay  less  to  their  entertainers  so 
they  could  pay  more  to  their  cooks. 

Red  Buttons  could  be  bought  cheap.  The 
Beerkill  Hotel  in  Greenfield  Park.  New 
York,  hired  him  as  a  singer  at  $1.50  per 
week  plus  room  and  board. 

That  was  the  life.  It  seemed  too  good 
to  be  true  and  midway  in  the  season  Red 
awoke  one  morning  to  find  his  worst  fears 
justified.  Something  had  happened  to 
change  his  luck — and  his  voice.  Overnight 
the  boy  alto  had  become  a  boy  bass  and 
there  was  no  place  on  the  program,  he 
knew,  for  a  singer  with  a  crinkly  smile 
and  a  crackly  voice, 

"They'll  fire  me.  They'll  fire  me,"  he 
worried.  His  desperation  was  readily  ap- 
parent when  he  confronted  the  program 
director  with  his  crisis. 

"Don't  worry,  Red,"  the  showman  said, 
"the  summer's  almost  over.  I've  seen  you 
make  with  the  jokes.  You're  pretty  funny. 
Stay  on  as  a  comedian." 

Red  didn't  find  it  hard  to  make  the  peo- 
ple laugh.  He  pretended  the  audience  was 
his  family  and  his  friends.  He  always  could 
make  them  laugh  so  why  not  these  people 
who  came  from  the  same,  warmhearted 
kind  of  background? 

As  the  basis  of  his  humor,  he  fell  back 
on  an  exaggeration  of  his  childhood  ex- 
periences. He  never  wanted  to  be  funny  at 
anybody  else's  expense.  His  cute  pixie 
face,  impish  expressions  and  slight  stature 
made  his  memories  of  the  lower  East  Side 
seem  incongruous  and  funny. 

"Where  I  came  from,"  he  announced, 
"anybody  with  teeth  in  his  mouth  was 


considered  a  sissy.  In  school  they  used 
to  have  recess  just  to  carry  out  the 
wounded.  We  were  evicted  so  many  times 
my  mother  made  curtains  to  match  the 
sidewalks."  Then  he'd  swing  into  the 
swagger  and  gestures  of  Jimmy  Cagnev 
and  the  tough  guy  tones  of  Edward  G. 
Robinson,  the  screen  bad  men  of  his  youth. 

Cupping  his  hand  over  his  ear,  he  illus- 
trated his  alleged  childhood  miseries  with 
"Oiy,  oiy,"  and  broke  into  a  little  dance. 
In  time  he  was  to  change  the  "Oiy,  Oiy" 
to  "Ho-Ho"  and  add  to  it  a  musical  in-  . 
troduction  of  more  quips  and  patter. 
"Strange  Things  Are  Happening." 

TTis  third  summer  in  the  Catskills  when 
he  was  19,  a  burlesque  agent  touring 
the  Catskills  for  talent  caught  Red's  act. 

"Come  see  me  after  Labor  Day,"  he  told 
the  comedian.  "Ill  give  you  a  two-weeks' 
trial  at  Minsky's." 

Mr.  Harold  Minsky  was  no  Charles 
Frohman  or  David  Belasco  but  he  was  the 
number  one  producer  of  burlesque  shows. 
The  Misses  Gypsy  Rose  Lee,  Georgia 
Southern,  Margie  Hart  and  Ann  Corio 
were  his  stellar  strippers. 

Frank  Faye,  Bert  Lahr,  the  late  Rags 
Ragland.  Robert  Alda,  and  Phil  Silvers 
were  among  the  graduates  of  the  burlesque 
comedy  school. 

Opening  night  he  was  so  frightened  that 
in  a  sketch  called  "Get  Out  Of  The  Car," 
in  which  he  was  to  support  a  prop  automo- 
bile, he  was  shaking  so  from  stage  fright 
that  the  automobile  rattled  in  unexpected 
places,  but  rattled  as  he  was,  Red  didn't 
forget  his  lines  or  cues.  His  natural  pace 
and  timing  helped  him  adapt  himself 
quickly  to  the  fast  turns  and  blackout^ 
of  burlesque.  In  time  he  learned  to  "cut  it," 
burlesque  lingo  for  making  good. 

His  mother  and  father  used  to  come 
down  from  the  Bronx  to  the  Gaiety  at  42nd 
and  Broadway  to  see  him.  Only  a  mother'^ 
desire  to  see  her  son  on  the  stage  could 
have  lured  Sonhie  Chwatt  into  a  burlesque 
house.  When  the  strip  teasers  were  teasing. 
Mrs.  Chwatt  buried  her  face  in  her  hands. 
She  only  looked  up — and  cautiously  at  that 
— when  her  son,  Aaron  (she  still  calls  him 
Aaron),  was  singing  "Sam.  You  Made  The 
Pants  Too  Long,"  or  doing  some  other 
such  enlightening  scene. 

One  of  the  proudest  moments  in  Sophie's 
life  came  when  Al  Jolson,  in  a  box  seat, 
applauded  her  son's  comedy.  Afterwards 
the  Mammy  singer  went  backstage  to  see 
the  young  comic. 

"You've  got  it,  kid,"  Jolson  told  Red 
Buttons.  "Someday  you'll  be  a  star." 

Stars  and  would-be  stars  have  to  live 
and  love,  too.  Outside  of  his  school  time 
romance  when  he  pelted  his  favorite  girl 
with  stones,  Red  had  been  so  busy  trying 
to  carve  his  name  in  lights  that  he  hadn't 
given  much  time  to  romance.  He  fell  in 
love,  not  with  a  girl  from  his  old  neighbor- 
hood, but  with  a  stripper  in  the  show.  She 
was  a  tall  brunette  named  Roxarme  (not 
to  be  confused  with  the  blonde  Roxanne  of 
television) . 

He  was  the  most  dazed  and  the  happiest 
guy  on  Broadway  when  she  said  she  would 
marry  him.  And  he  was  the  loneliest,  un- 
happiest  comedian  in  show  business  a 
couple  of  years  later  when  she  divorced 
him.  The  torch  Red  carried  was  bigger 
than  himself.  In  the  true  Pagliacci  tradi- 
tion, he  tried  to  lose  himself  in  work;  the 
Catskills,  the  night  club  dates,  the  one 
night  stands,  but  in  a  sequence  of  bad 
luck  events  all  the  breaks  seemed  to  be 
against  him. 

He  was  working  in  Margie  Hart's  Wine, 
Women  And  Song  when  the  censors 
banned  the  play  and  burlesque  from  New 
York. 

In  1941,  he  had  his  foot  in  the  legitimate 
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Private  Red  Buttons  was  funny. 

When  he  got  out  of  the  Army,  he  knew 
he  could  always  earn  a  good  living,  at  least 
$500  a  week  or  so,  with  his  nightclub 
routine,  but  he  still  hearkened  back  to 
those  days  as  an  East  Side  kid  when 
Broadway  was  his  dream.  He  wanted  to  be 
in  the  bigtime.  In  order  to  do  so,  he  took 
a  salary  cut  to  appear  in  the  plays  Bare- 
foot Boy  With  Cheek  and  Hold  It.  His 
notices  were  better  than  the  plays'  notices. 

T>  ack  he  went  to  his  old  faithful,  the  club 
lJ  dates  and  theaters.  In  the  winter  of 
1949,  he  was  playing  a  nightclub  in  Miami 
Beach,  Florida.  A  petite  black-haired  girl 
with  the  elfin  features  of  a  Leslie  Caron, 
Helayne  McNorton  from  Ohio,  was  work- 
ing as  a  manicurist  in  a  Miami  hotel.  She 
saw  the  comic  work  and  said  to  herself, 
"I'd  like  to  know  him." 

After  the  show  when  Red  came  out 
front  to  sit  with  some  friends,  Helayne 
did  meet  him.  They  exchanged  hellos  and 
she  realized  he  hardly  noticed  her,  but 
she  didn't  forget  about  him. 

That  summer,  she  was  in  Lindy's  res- 
taurant in  New  York  one  evening  and  was 
re-introduced  to  Red.  They  exchanged 
hellos  again  but  with  little  recognition  on 
his  part.  Several  nights  later,  they  met 
once  more  in  Lindy's.  This  time  Red  said, 
"Doll  face,  I'll  drive  you  home." 

There  were  other  people  in  the  apart- 
ment Helayne  shared  with  her  roommate 
and  they  made  scrambled  eggs  and  coffee 
for  the  late  visitors.  "I'll  help  you  do  the 
dishes,  Doll  face,"  Red  offered.  It  was  the 
first  and  last  time  he  dried  the  dishes,  but 
for  Helayne,  once  was  enough.  Red  But- 
tons was  the  boy  she  wanted  to  marry. 

"How  about  meeting  me  tomorrow  night 
at  Toots  Shor's?"  Red  suggested.  Helayne 
had  met  actors  before.  Sometimes  they 
didn't  show  up  for  dates  so  the  next  night 
on  the  pretext  of  being  delayed,  she  called 
Shor's  and  asked  for  Red.  To  her  surprise, 
he  was  there. 

"I'll  be  right  over,"  she  told  him.  She 
fell  in  love  with  him  that  night.  Her  future 
was  Red,  she  was  sure.  She  knew  he  had 
Keen  hurt  deeply  by  the  failure  of  his 
first  marriage  and  that  he  didn't  want  to 
get  burned  twice.  She  was  willing  to  wait. 

Early  in  their  courtship,  she  broke  other 
dates  to  be  with  Red.  He  was  somewhat 
serious  offstage.  He  didn't  joke  and  clown 
as  much  as  when  he  was  a  kid  but  his  ad 
libs  were  fast  and  furious. 

When  he  questioned  Helayne  once  about 
breaking  a  date  she  disarmed  him  with  her 
straightforward  reply,  "I'd  rather  be  with 
you." 

"Why  waste  your  time  with  me?"  he 
said,  "I  don't  want  to  get  married." 

"You  will,"  she  countered. 

Three  and  a  half  years  ago  they  were 
married. 


They  livrd  in  an  apartment  in  the  West 
50's  within  shouting  distance  of  Broadway. 
Helayne  — ent  to  ccoking  school  so  she 
could  wield  the  pots  and  pans  with  as  much 
agility  as  Red  dished  out  his  humor. 

Last  fall  they  signed  a  lease  on  an  ex- 
pensive five-room  apartment  on  exclusive 
Sutton  Place,  just  51  city  blocks  north  of 
the  East  Side  tenement  where  Aaron 
Chwatt  was  born. 

HPhen  television,  which  devours  talent 
like  a  hungry  tigress,  wanted  new  stars. 
Red  Buttons  was  a  comparative  unknown 
outside  of  New  York  and  Florida,  but 
Mario  Lewis,  a  Cbs-tv  variety  show  pro- 
ducer, realized  the  capabilities  and  poten- 
tialities of  the  versatile  comedian,  who  was 
33  but  looked  23. 

Red  was  anxious  to  try  the  medium. 
It  was  his  cnly  chance  for  national  recog- 
nition. The  movies  wouldn't  hire  him  be- 
cause he  wasn't  known  so  tv  offered  him 
the  culmination  of  a  dream. 

"Where  did  this  kid  come  from?"  every- 
body wanted  to  know  after  his  sensational 
debut.  He  had  something  in  his  act  for 
everybody,  an  appeal  that  got  to  all  kinds 
of  Americans.  Within  a  few  weeks,  the 
"Strange  Things  Are  Happening"  routine 
swept  the  country.  Audiences  chimed  in 
and  home  viewers  chanted,  "Ho-ho,  hee- 
hee,  stra-a-a-ange  things  are  hap-penning." 

Milton  Berle  had  just  returned  from 
Hollywood,  where  it  had  rained  al- 
most unusually.  He  met  Charlton 
Heston,  who  asked,  "And  how  was 
California  weather?" 

Berle  answered,  "The  sun  was 
coming  down  in  sheets." 

Paul  Denis 

Up  in  the  Bronx  on  East  176th  where 
they  have  lived  for  the  past  24  years, 
Michael  and  Sophie  Chwatt  didn't  think 
there  was  anything  strange  about  their 
son's  success.  Their  boy,  Aaron,  had 
to  make  good  because  he  was  good.  He 
never  hurt  anybody.  He  just  made  them 
laugh.  He  was  kind  and  generous.  Every 
winter  since  he  could  afford  it,  he  has  sent 
his  parents  to  Arizona  for  the  cold  months 
because  the  desert  air  is  good  for  Mrs. 
Chwatt's  asthma. 

A  darling,  dimpled,  plump  version  of  her 
son,  Sophie's  story,  too,  is  a  success  story. 
An  immigrant  at  16,  she  raised  a  boy  who 
became  an  American  Horatio  Alger.  When 
she  goes  to  the  grocery  store  or  the 
neighborhood  stationer's  to  buy  a  birth- 
day card,  the  tradespeople  point  her  out, 
"That's  Red  Buttons'  mother,"  but  for 
Sophie  the  greatest  thrill  is  always  her 
frequent  visits  from  her  second  son,  her 
Aaron,  who  says,  "Hi,  Ma,"  and  kisses  her. 

Up  in  the  Bronx,  in  brother  Joe's  hard- 
ware store,  the  school  kids  flock  in  to  ask 
Joe  to  have  Red  autograph  pictures  for 
them.   "Ho-Ho,"  he  signs,  "Red  Buttons." 

In  her  river  view  apartment  on  Sutton 
Place,  Mrs.  Red  Buttons  (he  legally 
adopted  the  name)  doesn't  think  it's 
strange  that  success  in  a  bigtime  way  has 
come  to  her  husband.  He  always  went  out 
of  his  way  to  help  other  entertainers,  she 
knew.  And  Red  was  due  for  the  big  break. 

She  and  Red  wish  they  had  some  little 
Buttons  tearing  loose  around  the  house. 
Monday  nights  after  his  TV  show,  and  after 
he  has  had  a  masseuse  limber  him  up 
after  his  strenuous  shenanigans,  the  com- 
edian takes  his  wife  to  Lindy's  where  they 
sit  around  like  old  times  and  chat  with  the 
other  comics,  Milton  Berle,  Jack  Carter, 
Phil  Silvers,  all  local  boys  who  made  good. 

Over  at  cbs-tv  Red  Buttons  puts  in  long 
hours  each  week.  He's  too  busy  preparing 
for  Monday  to  stop  and  marvel  at  all  the 
strange  and  wonderful  things  that  have 
happened  to  him.  Because  to  Red  Buttons, 
every  Monday  is  Opening  Night.  END 


love  is  a  long  shot 

(Continued  from  page  39)  seem,  then,  that 
any  young  Modern  Screen  reader  ponder- 
ing matrimony  would  do  well  to  ignore 
the  advice  of  the  big  thinkers  in  favor  of 
the  "horse  sense'"  apparent  in  the  life  of 
Betty  Grable. 

"Harry  and  I  have  one  big  mutual 
interest  to  which  we  anchor  our  love." 
Betty  explains.  "Then,  too,  there  are  other 
elements  in  our  successful  life  together.  We 
respect  each  other.  I  suppose  I  could  feel 
sorry  for  myself  because  he  spends  more 
time  on  the  road  than  a  traveling  sales- 
man. I  don't.  I  admire  him  for  sticking  with 
his  band  even  though  business  hasn't  been 
very  good  in  the  last  five  or  six  years." 

T^taiXG  wartime,  when  the  country  took 
to  the  dance  floors  to  relieve  its  ten- 
sion. Harry  James  earned  upwards  of  a 
half  million  dollars  a  year.  Now.  with  the 
decline  of  interest  in  orchestras,  his  earn- 
ings have  been  cut  to  around  S200.OO0.  Like 
a  man  used  to  earning  a  hundred  dollars 
a  week  who  is  cut  to  fifty,  Harry  could 
well  become  morose  and  difficult  to  live 
with. 

"  He  isn't,"  Betty  points  out.  "Harry  likes 
the  band  business  more  than  ever  and 
wants  to  stay  with  it,  even  though  he 
doesn't  have  to.  A  lot  of  musicians  don't 
know  anything  else:  some  of  them  can't 
even  read  music.  But  Harry  can  arrange 
and  conduct.  He  could  easily  get  a  job  in 
some  studio  or  do  radio  and  TV  work.  That 
would  make  life  a  lot  easier  for  him.  But 
he  sticks  to  his  band. 

"He  maintains  the  quality  of  his  organi- 
zation, too.  Some  band  leaders  disband 
their  outfits  when  they  come  back  into 
town.  But  even  when  he's  home  and  not 
playing  dates,  Harry  keeps  five  key  men 
under  contract  and  on  salary.  He  pays 
them  tot)  money,  too.  Right  now  he's  sot 
Buddy  Rich  with  his  band,  and  he's  great." 

Although  musicians  are  supposed  to  be 
a  shiftless  lot,  Betty  finds  that  living 
around  music  is  the  best  possible  existence 
for  her.  She  refused  for  years  to  bring 
scripts  home  from  the  studio  or  rehearse 
scenes  at  home.  Despite  the  fact  that  she 
held  all  sorts  of  records  for  being  the 
biggest  money  maker  in  pictures,  there  is 
no  evidence  of  movie  star  Betty  Grable's 
♦riumphs  in  the  residence  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Harry  James. 

"Yes."  Betty  says,  "I  think  it's  true  that 
love  is  a  long  shot.'  Certainly,  I'm  the 
luckiest  girl  in  the  world.  But"  I  want  to 
make  it  plain  that  with  Harry  and  me  it 
has  never  been  a  case  of  emphasis  on  fame 
or  money,  whether  anyone  will  believe  it 
or  not.  We've  worked  for  happiness,  not 
for  money — and  we've  had  setbacks  that 
could  have  cost  us  our  last  dime  in  the  end 
if  we  hadn't  worked  together." 

"Petty  and  Harry  didn't  start  out  in  the 
racing  and  breeding  of  thoroughbred 
horses  by  throwing  sevens  and  elevens. 
When  they  first  decided  to  enter  the  "sport 
of  kings,"  they  took  the  plunge  like  a 
couple  of  naive  chumps.  Betty  had  been 
crazv  about  horses  since  she  was  a  tiny 
tot.  Her  mother  had  to  bribe  her  to  take 
dancing  lessons  by  promising  oonv  rides 
afterward.  And  Harry  James  fell  in  love 
with  horses  while  he  was  playing  with 
circus  bands. 

A  few  years  ago,  they  cut  a  huge  slice 
out  of  their  savings  to  purchase  a  string 
of  horses  at  a  fabulous  Drice.  The  result 
was  a  big  nothing.  Only  about  one  of 
these  expensive  buys  amounted  to  a  thing. 
Betty  and  Harry  felt  that  they  had  a 
legitimate  souawk.  so  they  took  the  case  to 
court,  claiming  rank  misrepresentation  on 
the  part  of  the  man  who  acted  as  agent. 
The  case  never  reached  trial.  A  settlement 


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was  made  out  of  court,  but  Betty  and 
Harry  had  learned  a  cold,  hard,  cash  lesson 
the  hard  way. 

Instead  of  brooding  about  this  defeat,  they 
talked  it  over  and  wound  up  with  more 
determination  than  ever  to  breed  and 
raise  their  own  horses.  They  dipped  into 
their  savings  still  deeper  to  purchase  a 
thirty-eight-acre  ranch  in  the  San  Fer- 
nando Valley. 

Meantime,  the  kidding  about  their  folly 
was  even  more  severe  than  the  cheerful 
abuse  heaped  on  Bing  Crosby  for  his  non- 
winning  nags.  Today,  Betty  and  Harry  have 
only  six  brood  mares,  but  in  the  last  three 
years  from  this  small  band  have  come  two 
brilliant  stakes  winners.  (In  racing, 
"stakes"  is  a  major  race,  like  the  Kentucky 
Derby  or  the  Santa  Anita  Handicap.) 
One  of  their  victorious  horses  is  Big  Noise, 
named  for  Harry's  high  falutin'  trumpet, 
and  Betty  will  never  forget  the  day  he  ran 
under  their  colors  at  Bing  Crosby's  Del 
Mar  track  in  the  $100,000  Futurity  Handi- 
cap. 

She  was  close  to  tears  as  she  trained  her 
binoculars  on  the  big  chestnut  horse  who 
was  approaching  the  starting  gate,  kicking 
up  his  heels  and  giving  jockey  Ralph  Neves 
a  bad  time.  With  her  fingers  crossed,  Betty 
swung  the  glasses  up  toward  "moocher's 
hill,"  where  there  were  hundreds  of  people 
who  couldn't  afford  the  admission  price 
to  the  track.  In  a  moment,  she  located 
Harry,  sitting  in  his  sleek  convertible,  look- 
ing hot,  glum  and  impatient.  He  should 
have  been  sitting  next  to  Betty,  but  he  was 
ls+°  for  a  band  engagement  in  nearby  La 
Jolla. 

"They're  off  and  running!" 

Betty  closed  her  eyes  as  the  pack  thun- 
dered past  the  grandstand  the  first  time. 
Seconds  later,  she  opened  them  to  see  that 
Grey  Tower,  the  horse  they  feared  the 
r^ost,  was  a  length  and  a  half  in  front.  Big 
N-nse,  number  six,  was  trailing  next  to 
last. 

"Come  on  Beautiful,  get  moving,"  Betty 
yelled  in  anguish.  Her  voice  was  lost  in 
the  roar  of  thousands,  but  the  bis  chestnut 
horse  began  to  gain  on  the  leaders.  He  was 
on  their  heels  as  the  horses  rounded  the 
far  turn.  Coming  into  the  stretch,  Jockey 
Neves  barely  touched  Big  Noise  with  the 
whip.  They  passed  Grey  Tower  like  a 
breeze  and  nosed  ahead  of  the  number 
four  horse,  Count  Me  Out. 

As  they  swept  across  the  finish  line, 
Big  Noise  winning  it  by  a  length.  Harry 
James  stood  up  on  the  back  seat  of  his  car 
and  clasped  his  hands  above  his  head  in  a 
victory  salute,  hoping  Betty  could  see  him. 
Betty  could  as  she  walked  on  air  down 
to  the  winner's  circle  to  accent  congratula- 
tions for  their  first  big  winner.  To  the 
delight  of  thousands,  she  planted  a  great 
big  kiss  on  Jockey  Neves'  dirt-stained 
face,  an  act  that  caused  the  diminutive 
rider  later  to  exclaim,  "When  I  ride  for 
the  Jameses,  it's  not  just  my  ten  per  cent 
of  the  winnings  I'm  after;  it's  the  kiss  I  get 
from  Betty  when  I  win.  Wow!  She's  the 
greatest  thing  that's  happened  to  racing 
since  the  invention  of  the  starting  gate!" 

TP  hat  night  at  a  ringside  table  as  Harry 
-*-  James  tootled  his  trumpet  victoriously, 
Betty  grew  serious,  explaining  what  the 
day  bad  meant  to  them  both.  "When  one 
of  your  own  horses,  whose  mating  you've 
planned  by  poring  over  pedigrees  for 
months,  wins  a  big  stakes,  your  cup  of  joy 
runs  over.  Here  is  complete  satisfaction 
that  has  no  equal.  The  praise  and  profit 
are  like  bubbles  in  a  windstorm  compared 
to  the  urge — yes.  passion — to  have  your 
own  convictions  bear  such  a  marvelous 
harvest.  To  win  like  this  is  something  you 
know  cannot  be  assured  even  with  the 
help  of  unlimited  money.  Many  fortunes 
have  been  squandered  by  people  who  have 
86  accepted    the    challenge    because  they 


thought  they  could  "buy"  success  in  breed- 
ing as  they  had  in  almost  everything  else. 
That's  ridiculous.  Too  many  people  have 
the  idea  that  money  and  happiness  go 
hand-in-hand.  Of  course,  Harry  and  I 
needed  money  to  start  with,  but  all  it 
takes  is  one  good  colt  to  win  a  race,  and 
plenty  of  people  have  done  it  on  a  shoe- 
string." 

Betty  went  on  to  tell,  two  years  later, 
of  the  excitement  and  misfortunes  atten- 
dant to  the  ruling  love  of  their  lives.  Early 
this  year,  their  stable  fell  into  a  slump. 
Every  time  a  horse  won,  neither  ef  them 
was  present.  Each  accused  the  other  of  be- 
ing the  jinx.  When  Harry  went  back  east 
for  band  engagements,  Betty  trailed  along 
for  a  vacation.  Big  Noise  won  another 
feature  race  and  the  stable  manager  wired 
them  both  to  "stay  lost." 


Arch  Oboler,  movie  producer- 
writer,  visited  Africa  in  1948,  with 
a  tape  recorder  and  movie  cam- 
eras. Once,  he  found  himself  far 
in  the  interior,  in  a  place  called 
Ruhengeri,  where  a  couple  of  thou- 
sand of  natives  had  gathered  to 
sing  and  dance  while  he  recorded 
the  sounds. 

In  that  jungle  clearing,  a  group  of 
small  children  came  forth  to  sing 
a  tribal  song  to  the  accompani- 
ment of  native  flutes.  And  as  they 
sang,  the  melody  became  more 
and  more  familiar.  Soon,  there 
was  no  doubt  about  it.  The  chil- 
dren were  singing  the  American 
melody,  "Battle  Hymn  of  the  Re- 
public." But,  somehow,  the  title 
was  now:  "On  the  Place  Where  I 
Sit  Down,  You  Kicked  Me." 


However,  Betty  came  home,  defying 
superstition.  It  was  then  that  their  horses, 
Bingo,  Laughin  Louie  and  James  Session 
won  a  batch  of  races.  Betty  was  gleeful  as 
a  kitten  with  a  ball  of  yarn.  The  pressure 
was  all  on  Harry.  Betty  called  him  every 
night  by  long  distance  telephone  to  re- 
create the  race  and  sent  him  air  mail 
special  photos  of  their  horses  winning.  And 
wouldn't  you  know  it?  When  Harry  came 
home,  Laughin  Louie  went  to  the  post  with 
their  high  hopes  that  he  would  win  his 
first  stakes  race.  Louie  started  from  the 
gate  in  sixth  position  and  finished  a  bad 
seventh. 

"I  think,"  Betty  said  on  that  first  night 
Harry  was  home,  "that  you'd  better  hit  the 
road  again." 

Harry  didn't  bend  his  trumpet  over  her 
head.  He  said  he'd  stick  around  and  prove 
that  the  horses  didn't  win  just  for  her,  even 
though  they  act  that  way.  The  truth  is 
that  every  member  of  the  family  feels 
personally  responsible  for  their  racing 
luck.  Daughters  Vickie,  nine,  and  Jessica, 
six,  are  also  wild  about  the  nags.  They 
take  a  personal  interest  in  every  horse 
from  the  time  it  is  foaled.  The  little  girls 
have  seldom  been  to  the  track,  however, 
because  they're  bored  with  adult  conversa- 
tion during  the  long  waits  between  races. 

D  etty  is  not  a  wild  better  on  her  own 
horses.  When  she  decides  to  lay  a 
wager  she  can  usually  be  seen  at  the  ten- 
dollar  window,  but  she  seldom  bets  on  her 
own  horses.  "I  figure  if  my  horse  wins  and 
collects  a  purse,  my  small  bet  wouldn't 
make  much  difference  in  the  take-home 
pay.  Besides,  if  I  don't  wager  on  my  own 
horses,  I'm  never  sore  at  them  when  they 
lose! 

"But  there  is  one  wonderful  thing  about 
our  horses.  When  I'm  not  making  money, 
they  are.  When  I  went  on  suspension  for 
turning  down  the  role  in  The  Girl  Next 
Door,  Big  Noise  eased  the  situation  by 


winning  a  hundred  thousand  dollars.  When 
I  was  suspended  for  refusing  to  go  to 
Columbia  Studios  on  loan-out,  James  Ses- 
sion copped  a  $20,000  stake  race." 

It  may  be  hard  to  believe,  but  Betty  was 
busting  out  all  over  with  joy  the  day  she 
parted  company  with  20th  Century-Fox. 

"I've  been  trying  to  get  out  of  the 
studio  for  a  year  and  a  half,"  she  glowed. 
"I  kept  reading  in  the  columns  that  all 
I  had  to  do  was  to  ask  for  my  release 
and  I'd  get  it.  It  didn't  turn  out  that  way. 
Every  time  I  asked,  the  bosses  just  shook 
their  heads." 

Of  course,  there  are  always  two  sides 
to  every  story,  and  the  studio  undoubtedly 
had  its  reasons,  but  this  is  the  way  Betty 
looks  at  the  situation:  "I  couldn't  see  why 
the  studio  would  want  to  keep  me.  They 
didn't  seem  to  have  any  important  pic- 
tures planned  for  me.  The  only  thing  I 
could  figure  was  that  they  were  worried 
that  I  might  go  out  and  make  a  lot  of 
money  for  someone  else. 

"I  figured  that  it  was  time  to  leave  the 
studio.  I  had  wonderful  years  there,  but  I 
don't  think  it's  smart  to  stay  with  one 
studio  for  more  than  ten  years.  Enthusiasm 
begins  to  wane  and  executives  are  con- 
tinually losing  their  excitement  about  your 
possibilities  every  time  they  see  a  new- 
comer." 

Betty  has  made  no  secret  of  her  un- 
happiness  with  the  studio  during  the  past 
two  years.  "I  wasn't  bitter  about  my  first 
suspension,"  she  says,  "but  I  was  a  little 
hurt  by  the  way  it  was  done.  I  put  in  a 
reauest  for  a  little  rest.  The  next  thing 
I  knew  they  had  suspended  me.  I  didn't 
expect  to  get  paid  on  vacation,  but  I  didn't 
think  I  should  be  treated  in  such  an  im- 
pe"°onal  manner." 

The  next  two  suspensions  deepened  the 
wound.  Betty  was  unhappy  with  the  scripts 
offered  her;  important  stockholders  ran- 
kled over  her  whopping  salary. 

"It  was  different  in  the  old  days,"  Betty 
explained.  "Then  I  could  go  in  and  discuss 
my  problems.  Like  the  time  Darrvl  Zanuck 
wpnted  me  to  do  The  Razor's  Edpp.  later 
played  by  Anne  Baxter.  I  went  to  Darryl 
and  convinced  him  that  I  was  wrong  for 
the  role.  I'm  still  not  sorry,  even  though 
the  part  was  so  beautifully  played  by  Anne 
that  she  won  an  Academy  Award." 

Now  that  Betty  has  her  freedom,  she's 
not  going  to  go  dashing  off  in  all  directions, 
jumping  into  new  enterprises.  For  the  first 
time  in  a  long  while,  hard-working  Harry 
James  took  five  weeks  off  from  his  band 
labors,  so  that  the  whole  family  could  go 
to  Del  Mar  for  the  racing  season.  At  the 
time.  Betty  said:  "I  won't  sign  another 
studio  contract  unless  I  have  the  right  to 
do  outside  pictures  of  my  own  choosing. 
I'll  never  sign  another  contract  with  a  'good 
girl'  clause  that  cuts  off  the  money  every 
time  I  don't  do  exactly  what  the  studio 
executives  have  planned." 

A  few  years  ago,  Betty  cut  a  "bootleg" 
record  with  Harry,  because  his  vocalist 
got  sick  at  the  last  moment.  Betty  filled 
in  and  the  record  came  out  under  an 
assumed  name.  Now  she  wants  to  do  more 
recording  on  her  own.  About  tv  she  says, 
"Maybe  yes,  maybe  no:  it  all  depends.  I'm 
the  kind  of  girl  who  never  plans  her  career 
ahead.  I  just  let  nature  take  its  course." 

T?  etty  chooses  to  ignore  the  fact  that 
her  career  has  been  no  snap  all  the 
way.  While  she  was  still  a  small  girl  in  St. 
Louis,  her  mother  installed  a  small  dance 
floor  in  the  family  apartment  so  Betty 
could  practice  her  dance  lessons  at  home. 
From  the  time  her  mother  brought  her  to 
Hollywood  in  1929,  Betty  was  being  pushed 
toward  the  stardom  she  has  so  long  en- 
joyed. There  was  a  lot  of  heartbreak  and 
disappointment  along  the  way. 

Still,  when  Betty  became  the  unofficial 
Queen  of  Hollywood,  she  wore  her  crown 


well.  Although  she  claimed  to  be  lazy,  she 
always  worked  hard.  Her  pictures  required 
weeks  of  tough  dance  rehearsal,  consuming 
as  much  as  six  to  eight  months  for  the 
entire  production. 

A  hardboiled  old  grip,  learning  the  news 
of  her  leaving  the  studio,  had  tears  in  his 
eyes  as  he  said,  "I'm  sorry  as  hell  to  see 
her  go.  Most  stars  have  a  bunch  of  flunkies 
hanging  around  to  keep  their  egos  boosted 
and  their  tempers  cooled.  Betty  didn't  go 
for  that  junk.  She  doesn't  have  an  ounce 
of  temperament.  She  never  asked  for  any- 
thing unreasonable,  but  when  she  thought 
she  had  been  done  wrong  she  stood  up 
for  her  rights,  and  everybody  knew  they 
couldn't  push  her  around." 

As  for  Betty,  she  says,  "It's  nice  to  be 
able  to  look  backward  and  forward  at  the 
same  time.  I  know  that  a  lot  of  people 
have  regarded  my  preoccupation  with  rac- 
ing as  a  silly  pastime  engaged  in  by  a  more 
or  less  empty-headed  movie  star,  and  I'm 
glad  to  have  a  chance  to  talk  about  it. 

"The  fascination  of  racing  and  breeding 
is  so  intangible  and  heartfelt  that  it's 
difficult  to  explain,  but  I  do  know  that  it 
has  given  Harry  and  me  the  happiest  days 
of  our  lives.  Of  course,  it  takes  all  kinds  of 
people  to  make  a  world  and  I  know  a  lot  of 
folks  will  never  understand  me.  But  for 
those  who  can't  see  anything  to  racing 
but  betting  I  say,  'Take  a  look  at  the 
names  of  the  horses.'  They're  wonderful! 

"Take  Native  Dancer,  the  big  news  horse 
of  the  year.  He  is  the  son  of  Polynesian 
and  Geisha.  Just  the  other  day  I  noticed 
that  Cherry  Fizz,  Quick  Lunch  and  Bicarb 
all  won  at  Jamaica.  Oh,  what  a  parlay!  And 
of  course,  Bicarb  is  a  son  of  Bride's  Bis- 
cuit out  of  Hard  Tack.  If  that  isn't  ap- 
propriate, what  is? 

"It  was  seven  years  ago  that  Harry 
presented  me  with  my  first  brood  mare 
(that's  a  girl  horse  who  has  been  retired 
to  become  a  mama  and  improve  the  breed) . 
Her  name  was  Lady  Florise,  and  she  had 
been  some  shucks  as  a  racer  herself.  Before 
long  she  had  a  foal  (baby)  by  a  sire  named 
Special  Agent.  We  named  the  filly  Night 
Special,  and  she  was  as  fast  as  a  Hollywood 
play  girl.  But  like  them,  she  had  something 
wrong  in  her  head,  and  this  impaired  her 
breathing.  Rather  than  risk  an  operation 
on  this  sweet  filly  that  we  both  loved  so 
much  we  added  her  to  our  band  of  matrons. 
Her  romance  with  King  Abbey  resulted 
in  a  colt  named  James  Session,  after  one 
of  Harry's  recordings,  and  he  won  the 
coveted  Haggin  Stakes  at  Hollywood  Park 
this  last  summer.  Do  you  wonder,  now,  that 
our  horses  are  really  loved,  and  that  they 
are  more  to  us  than  just  nags  running  to 
win  a  race? 

"Honestly,  there  is  so  much  more  to 
racing  than  most  people  even  suspect.  It 
has  practically  rid  itself,  by  self-governing, 
of  scandal.  It  is  the  number  one  spectator 
sport,  and  so  far  as  the  menace  of  gambling 
is  concerned,  I  think  that's  greatly  over- 
played. For  instance,  a  murder  always  hits 
page  one  of  the  newspapers.  A  happy  mar- 
riage doesn't  get  into  print.  It  is  the  same 
way  with  intemperance.  We  hear  and  read 
all  the  bad  things,  but  rarely  the  c;ood. 
Racing  is  a  wonderful  diversion  and  I'm 
happy  to  live  in  a  country  where  I'm  given 
the  privilege  of  taking  it  or  leaving  it 
alone.  I  just  happen  to  want  to  take  it. 

"And  when  we  add  it  all  up,  Harry  and 
I  realize  that  despite  the  comic  old  warn- 
ing—never marry  a  horse-player— it's  the 
horse  playing  that  has  enriched  our  lives 
together.  There  are  times  when  I  have  to 
agree  with  an  old  boy  who  hangs  around 
the  tracks  when  he  says,  'The  more  I  see  of 
people,  the  better  I  like  horses!' " 

(Betty  Grable  will  be  seen  soon  in 
20th  Century-Fox's  CinemaScope,  How  To 
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gable's  mystery  romance 

(Continued  from  -page  31)  Grace  Kelly, 
the  beautiful  young  blonde  with  whom  he 
starred  in  Mogambo,  left  London  for  New 
York,  Gable  has  been  touring  the  Con- 
tinent with  a  tall,  dark-haired,  statuesque 
French  model  named  Susan  Dadolle 
Dabadie. 

For  a  time,  Gable  was  under  the  errone- 
ous impression  that  he  might  keep  this 
romance  a  dark  secret. 

In  Venice  he  told  his  hotel  manager  that 
under  no  circumstances  was  his  girl's 
name  to  be  released.  Newspapermen  quick- 
ly jumped  to  the  conclusion  that  Susan  was 
a  wealthy  American  widow.  They  had 
Gable  and  the  girl "  followed  by  photog- 
raphers who  snapped  them  touring  the 
Grand  Canal  in  gondolas,  feeding  the  pi- 
geons in  front  of  St.  Mark's,  walking  hand- 
in-hand  across  the  hundreds  of  picturesque 
little  bridges  that  dot  the  city. 

When  asked  about  "his  traveling  part- 
ner, all  Gable  would  say  was,  "She's  just 
a  friend." 

Once  photographs  of  Clark's  "mystery 
friend"  were  released,  however,  her  iden- 
tity was  no  longer  a  secret. 

In  Paris,  one  Schiaparelli  model,  picking 
up  the  afternoon  paper,  turned  to  a  friend 
and  pointing  to  Susan's  picture,  asked, 
"Who  does  this  look  like?" 

The  second  model  grinned.  "It  is  Susan 
Dadolle,"  she  said.  "Who  else?  Don't  you 
know  about  her?"  An  explanation  was 
forthcoming  immediately.  "A  few  weeks 
ago  when  Clark  Gable  came  here  to  Paris 
he  got  in  touch  with  Susan.  I  think  they 
have  known  each  other  a  long  time  or 
something.  Anyway,  she  went  to  Madame 
Schiaparelli  and  said,  'I  would  like  to 
have  some  time  off.'  And  she  is  very  under- 
standing about  these  things,  so  she  said, 
'But,  of  course,  Susan.'  So  she  went  away 
with  Monsieur  Gable,  and  now  they  are 
traveling  all  over  Europe,  and  since  his 
divorce  from  his  fourth  wife — I  think  she 
was  his  fourth  wife,  that  blonde  English 
one — I  guess  Susan  is  hoping  to  marry 
him.  She  has  always  been  in  love  with 
him,  you  know.  Susan  would  make  him  a 
very  good  wife." 

hile  such  talk  was  making  the  rounds 
of  Paris,  Gable  and  his  new  love  were 
sunning  themselves  on  the  beach  at  Capri. 
And  in  Italy,  of  course,  no  one  interfered 
with  the  privacy  of  the  lovers. 

Occasionally,  someone  would  ask  a  pro- 
fessional question  such  as,  "What's  your 
next  picture,  Mr.  Gable?"  and  Clark  would 
prop  himself  up  on  his  elbows  and  say, 
"Really  don't  know.  Everytime  I  call  Hol- 
lywood from  here  I  can't  understand  what 
they  say.  They  can  hear  me  but  I  can't  hear 
them.  I  guess  the  studio  will  rope  up  some- 
thing for  me." 

In  Capri,  Gable  lived  in  the  hotel  suite 
formerly  occupied  by  Egypt's  ex-King 
F arouk  which  prompted  him  to  quip,  "Even 
I  can  be  a  king  for  a  few  bucks." 

Natives  who  saw  Susan  and  Clark  said, 
"There  is  no  doubt  about  it.  They  are  both 
deeply  in  love.  They  are  together  always. 
They  are  always  smiling.  I  am  sure  they 
have  already  married.  I  say  this  because 
what  you  see  in  their  eyes  is  the  light  of 
honeymooners." 

Gable  has  insisted  ever  since  his  divorce 
from  Sylvia  Ashley  that  "I'm  not  against 
marriage.  I've  believed  in  marriage  for 
years,  only  the  next  time  I'm  going  to  be 
very  careful." 

Gable  usually  gravitates  to  mature,  suc- 
cessful women.  Susan  has  neither  age  nor 
a  very  large  bank  account.  She  is  a  bru- 
nette in  her  middle  thirties  who  has  a 
slavish  devotion  to  Gable,  a  Gallic  wit,  a 
88  sophisticated  outlook  on  life,  a  respect  for 


thrift — a  quality  very  close  to  Gable's 
heart — and  an  acquaintance  with  the  actor 
which  goes  back  to  1950. 

In  December  of  1950,  Frank  Burd,  presi- 
dent of  Prestige  Hosiery  of  New  York, 
flew  to  Paris.  "I  had  an  idea,"  Burd  says, 
"that  if  I  could  make  a  tie-up  between 
Prestige  Hosiery  and  the  leading  dress 
designers  in  France,  it  would  be  a  very 
good  thing  for  everyone  concerned.  My 
company  would  sell  more  hosiery,  and  the 
French  dress  designers  would  sell  more 
dresses. 

"I  spoke  to  Jean  Patou.  Jean  Desses, 
Jacques  Fath,  Jacques  Griffe,  Robert  Pi- 
guet  and  Marcel  Rochas.  They  all  agreed 
to  go  ahead  with  the  scheme.  We  would 
get  six  gorgeous  models,  dress  them  to 
the  teeth,  then  fly  them  to  New  York. 

"Our  next  problem  was  getting  the  girls. 
Well,  each  of  these  dress  designers  had  a 
favorite  model.  Unfortunately,  some  of 
these  girls  weren't  equipped  with  great 
legs;  so  for  our  purposes  that  let  them  out. 
We  managed  to  get  hold  of  three  or  four 
swell  girls — they  were  beautifully  pro- 
portioned everywhere — and  then  I  got  in 
touch  with  a  model  agency. 

"This  agency  sent  over  to  my  place  a 
girl  named  Susan  Dadolle.  She's  the  young 
woman  currently  going  around  with  Clark 
Gable.  I  looked  her  over — very  attractive, 
nice  figure,  good  legs — and  said,  'Okay, 
Miss  Dadolle,  you've  got  the  job.'  " 


IT  HAPPENED  TO  ME 

We  were  having 

dinner  at  a  Chi- 
nese restaurant  in 

San  Francisco 

when  a  handsome 

man   and   a  very 

beautiful  lady 

came   over  and 

asked  us  to  teach 

them  how  to  use 

the  chopsticks.  It 

wasn't  until  we 

had  helped  them  master  the  art  that 

we  were  told  by  our  waiter  that  our 

students  had  been  Tony  Martin  and 

his  wife,  Cyd  Charisse. 

Mrs.  A.  Wong 
Palo  Alto,  Calif. 


In  January,  1951,  six  French  models, 
Catherine  Fath,  Michele  Tevnard,  Danielle 
Chevron,  Nicolle  Tuchard,  Josette  Farges, 
and  Susan  Dadolle  arrived  in  New  York. 

Now,  of  these  six  girls,  two  were  dying 
to  get  to  Hollywood.  One  wao  Susan  Da- 
dolle who  kept  telling  the  other  models 
that  she  simply  had  to  meet  Clark  Gable, 
and  the  other  was  Danielle  Chevron. 

]  nfortunately,  neither  Hollywood  nor 
Los  Angeles  was  on  the  itinerary  for 
the  Prestige  Hosiery  Fashion  Show.  The 
models  played  Boston,  Philadelphia,  Wash- 
ington, Cleveland,  even  went  as  far  west 
as  Chicago,  but  no  farther. 

Susan  and  Danielle  decided  the  time 
had  come  for  a  little  independent  action. 
The  following  day  they  caught  a  plane  to 
the  west  coast,  and  in  Hollywood,  through 
the  intervention  of  French  friends  in  the 
movie  colony,  Susan  Dadolle  finally  met 
her  hero,  Clark  Gable. 

Reportedly,  Gable  was  not  immediately 
smitten  by  the  model's  beauty.  He  ex- 
changed pleasantries,  showed  her  around 
town,  then  bade  her  adieu.  Susan,  how- 
ever, was  unforgettably  thrilled.  "If  you 
ever  come  to  Paris,"  she  told  the  actor, 
"you  must  look  me  up." 

There  are  friends  of  Gable  who  doubt 
the  above  version  of  the  first  Susan-Clark 
meeting. 

"I  was  in  Paris,"  one  of  the  actor's  in- 


timates explains,  "when  he  first  met  this 
woman.  I  spoke  to  her,  and  she  told  me  that 
she'd  never  been  west  of  Chicago.  I  think 
maybe  Gable  first  ran  into  her  in  the  lobby 
of  the  Crillon  Hotel.  Anyway,  he  moves 
around  in  fancy  circles.  I  guess  he  met  her 
at  some  French  salon.  Who  cares  anyway: 
"Gable  was  burned  pretty  badly  by 
Sylvia,  and  he's  playing  it  very  cagey. 
You  read  a  lot  about  him  and  Susan  Da- 
dolle in  Paris,  in  Capri,  in  Como,  in 
Venice,  in  Naples,  on  the  French  Riviera. 
But  I  can  tell  you  there  have  been  other 
girls,  too. 

"In  England  he  saw  Joan  Harrison — 
that's  no  secret,  and  in  Paris,  well,  there 
was  a  lovely  American  girl  he  was  dating, 
and  then  at  Como,  it  was  another  babe,  an 
Italian  with  Turkish  blood.  Maybe  he  has 
fallen  for  Susan,  but  I  don't  think  she's 
got  him  all  wrapped  up  and  ready  for  a 
trip  down  the  aisle  like  they  say. 

"To  tell  you  the  truth,  Grace  Kelly  seems 
more  like  his  type  than  this  Dadolle  babe. 
My  own  feeling  is  that  he's  afraid  of  for- 
eign women.  I  mean  he  likes  them  but  he 
doesn't  want  to  marry  them.  Grace  is  a  lot 
like  Carole  Lombard,  fresh  and  well-bred. 
I'd  bet  on  the  success  of  a  Kelly-Gable 
marriage  but  with  Dadolle,  I  don't  know. 

"Of  course,  Susan  was  very  sweet,  very 
diplomatic,  gave  The  King  his  head  all  the 
time,  but  I'll  give  you  dollars  to  doughnuts 
that  he  drops  her  within  a  month  or  two. 
Of  course,  I  could  be  wrong.  I  said  the 
same  thing  about  Sylvia  Ashley,  and  look 
what  happened  there." 

able  has  always  been  known  to  con- 
*y  centrate  on  one  woman  at  a  time,  but 
in  many  European  capitals  it  is  currently 
being  said  that  it  is  Susan  Dadolle  who  is 
concentrating  on  him. 

In  Paris,  however,  they  are  saying  that 
Susan  is  definitely  Gable's  romance  and 
that  he  doesn't  care  who  knows.  Certainly 
he  no  longer  objects  to  being  photographed 
with  the  tall  French  model  although  he 
insists,  "There's  nothing  to  this  mystery 
romance  business.  What's  mysterious  about 
it?  You  meet  an  attractive  woman  and  take 
her  out.  That  doesn't  necessarily  mean 
you're  going  to  marry  her.  Susan  is  an 
acquaintance.  I've  got  a  lot  of  acquaint- 
ances." 

The  basic  reason  Gable  is  always  bein° 
connected  with  one  woman  or  another  is 
that  he  prefers  the  society  of  females  to 
males.  Not  that  he  isn't  a  man's  man,  but 
except  for  a  few  friends  such  as  Al  Menas- 
co  and  Wayne  Griffin,  he  likes  to  spend  a 
lot  of  time  with  the  girls.  All  of  his  really 
close  friends  have  been  women,  usually 
older  women  in  whom  he  confides. 

It  may  well  be,  of  course,  that  Gable 
has  now  reached  the  point  in  life  where  he 
needs  young  blood  to  maintain  the  illusion 
of  perpetual  youth.  This  is  why  actresses 
in  their  forties  frequently  marry  younger 
men;  and  it  may  be  why  lately  Clark  has 
chosen  Grace  Kelly,  a  blonde  in  her  early 
twenties,  and  Susan  Dadolle,  a  brunette  in 
her  early  thirties.  But  friends  insist  this 
isn't  true. 

One  MGM  director  who  probably  knows 
the  actor  as  well  as  any  other  man,  says, 
"There  are  some  men  who,  when  they  have 
nothing  to  do,  read  a  book.  There  are  others 
who  go  hunting  or  fishing.  Clark  Gable  is 
tired  of  these  pursuits.  The  one  thing  he 
will  never  tire  of  is  girls — all  sizes,  all 
shapes,  all  ages.  It  makes  no  difference  to 
the  guy.  He's  very  democratic  where 
women  are  concerned.  The  minute  a  film  is 
over  he  likes  to  relax.  Right  now  he's  re- 
laxing with  this  French  girl,  Susan  Dadolle. 
How  long  she  can  hold  him  nobody  knows. 

"At  least  she  has  the  opportunity  to  try 
out  her  charms.  A  million  girls  would 
give  anything,  well,  almost  anything,  to 
have  the  same  opportunity."  END 


HOLLYWOOD 
ABROAD 


AN  M/S  WIRE  SERVICE  OF  LATE  NEWS  FROM  AROUND 


THE  WORLD 


LEX  BARKER,  who  is  slowly  being  dropped  by  his  one-time  constant  companion, 
Lana  Turner,  is  in  Paris  to  work  opposite  the  French  film  light,  Sophie  Desmarets, 
in  something  tentatively  titled  Always  Look  For  Sunday. 

VIVIEN  LEIGH  and  SIR  LAURENCE  OLIVIER  have  been  running  into  some  tough 
luck.  While  they  were  chatting  in  their  Oxfordshire  drawing  room  with  Sir  Ralph 
and  Lady  Richardson,  a  gang  of  thieves  stole  all  of  Vivien's  jewelry.  Next  day, 
Olivier  appealed  to  the  thieves.  "There  is  one  piece  my  wife  treasures  most, 
he  announced.  "A  ruby  ring  I  gave  her  when  I  came  back  from  Hollywood  to 
join  the  Navy  during  the  war.  It's  a  sentimental  thing.  If  she  could  have  that 
one  piece  back  I  think  she'd  be  satisfied."  No  reply  from  the  crooks.  Said  Sir 
Laurence,  "They  seem  to  be  quite  heartless." 

ANNE  BAXTER  grew  so  lonely  in  Munich  for  her  one-year-old  daughter,  Katrinka, 
that  she  put  in  a  long-distance  phone  call  to  Charley  Wendling,  her  agent  back 
in  Hollywood.  "Isn't  there  any  way,"  the  actress  asked,  "we  can  get  Katrinka 
over  here?  This  is  a  very  picturesque,  bombed-out  city,  but  it's  been  raining 
for  a  month  now,  and  I'd  just  love  to  see  Katrinka." 

"Tell  you  what,"  said  Charley,  who  is  Claudette  Colbert's  brother,  "I'll  fly 
the  baby  over  myself."  Which  is  how  come  Anne  Baxter's  baby  daughter  is 
currently  in  Munich  with  the  Carnival  cast.  This  picture,  incidentally,  is  being 
shot  in  two  versions,  American  and  German.  Eva  Bartok  plays  Anne's  role  in  the 
German  version.  She's  the  Hungarian  actress  MGM  has  talked  about  bringing 
to  the  United  States.  Relationship  between  Miss  Baxter  and  Miss  Bartok  is 
strictly  professional.  B-r-r-r! 

RICHARD  BURTON,  the  young  Welsh  actor  who  created  quite  a  stir  in  Holly- 
wood by  his  uninhibited  behavior — in  some  circles  he  was  called  "the  British 
Marlon  Brando" — is  back  in  London  working  for  the  Old  Vic  Repertory.  Burton 
who  was  paid  $100,000  a  film  in  Hollywood  is  currently  receiving  $125  a  week 
for  playing  Shakespeare.  The  Old  Vic  will  present  nothing  but  Shakespeare,  all 
of  his  plays,  for  the  next  five  years,  only  Burton  insists  he  won't  be  around  that 
long.  Fox  plans  to  bring  the  young  Welsh  actor  back  to  New  York  for  the  open- 
ing of  The  Robe,  but  Burton  doesn't  think  he'll  come.  "I'm  a  contrary  gent,"  he 
says,  "who  believes  in  obeying  his  impulses." 

AUDREY  HEPBURN  who  has  been  seeing  a  good  deal  of  Gregory  Peck  in 
London  and  Paris — they  starred  in  Rome  together  in  Roman  Holiday — has 
been'  given  the  star  buildup  by  Paramount  in  England.  The  23-year-old  actress 
whom  everyone  says  will  be  a  candidate  for  an  Academy  Award,  was  recently 
qiven  a  large  reception  in  London's  plushiest  hotel.  After  it  was  over  she 
soid,  "It's  difficult  to  believe  all  this.  I'm  taking  it  with  a  grain  of  salt.  Of 
course,  I  don't  think  I'm  a  star."  Had  she  been  visiting  much  with  Mr.  Peck? 
"Not  me;  my  mother." 

JOE  MANKIEWICZ.  the  director  responsible  for  All  About  Eve,  A  Letter  To 
Three  Wives,  and  Julius  Caesar,  is  currently  in  Europe  trying  to  cast  his 
new  production,  The  Barefoot  Countess.  An  actress  who  has  read  the  script 
claims  it's  the  story  of  Rita  Hayworth  and  Aly  Khan  or  a  reasonable  facsimile. 

DIANA  LYNN,  freshly-divorced  from  architect  John  Lindsay,  arrived  in  London 
recently  to  star  in  the  stage  version  of  The  Moon  Is  Blue.  Hollywood's  per- 
petual teen-ager  was  a  bit  reluctant  about  revealing  her  true  age  but  finally 
owned  up  to  27.  "Are  you  disillusioned  about  marriage  or  about  Hollywood?" 
she  was  asked.  "Heavens,  no,"  she  answered.  "I'm  not  even  disillusioned  about 
men." 

FRANK  SINATRA,  chastened  and  much  wiser,  is  now  presenting  himself  to  the 
press  and  public  as  a  calm,  settled,  peaceful,  and  completely  lovable  Joe. 
After  a  not-too-successful  European  tour,  he  amazed  London  photographers 
recently  not  only  by  posing  for  pictures  but  by  politely  asking,  "Is  this  a  good 
angle  for  you  fellows?" 

"No  matter  what  you  hear,"  Frank  went  on  to  tell  them,  "I'm  an  easy-going 
character,  now."  Not  only  that,  but  when  Ava  told  Frank  how  much  she  missed 
the  dog  they'd  left  behind  in  Hollywood,  the  crooner  went  right  out  and  bought 
her  a  new  Welsh  corgi.  They  christened  him  "Rebel." 


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why  shirley  temple  came  back 

(Continued  from  page  44)  this.  When 
I  was  a  teen-ager  I  was  very  definite 
about  everything.  Now  I  am  not  so 
sure.  But  I  cannot  see  myself  ever 
returning  to  show  business.  Making  pic- 
tures was  a  happy  experience  for  me;  and 
I  have  never  regretted  spending  my  child- 
hood on  sound  stages,  as  some  grownup 
ex-child  actors  would  have  you  believe 
they  did.  But  I  started  at  three  and  feel 
that  I've  had  enough." 

"Is  this  the  real  cause  for  your  retire- 
ment?" I  asked. 

"It's  not  the  whole  picture,"  said  Shirley. 
"In  1950,  David  Selznick  made  me  a  very 
exciting  offer.  He  wanted  me  to  go  to 
Europe  and  do  films  under  his  guidance. 
That  would  have  given  me  a  wonderful 
opportunity  to  develop  as  an  actress,  by 
working  with  great  foreign  directors.  It 
also  provided  a  situation  in  which  I  could 
do  a  lot  of  traveling,  an  idea  that  appealed 
to  me. 

"I  had  to  make  a  decision;  and  I  couldn't 
do  it  in  this  town.  I  had  to  get  away  and 
think.  So  I  flew  to  Honolulu.  On  the  plane 
over,  I  began  to  think  of  Susan.  She 
needed  my  care.  And  I  could  never  go  to 
Europe  and  leave  her  behind.  Also  I 
didn't  want  to  endanger  another  marriage 
by  having  a  career.  This  was  before  I  met 
Charles  Black.  Anyhow,  before  I  reached 
Honolulu,  I'd  made  my  decision.  I  was 
going  to  retire." 

"You  mean  you  wouldn't  make  a  picture 
or  do  a  television  show  if  good  scripts 
were  given  you?"  I  asked. 

"Hedda,  as  I  said  before,  I'm  a  quarter  of 
a  century  old  and  am  not  too  sure  about 
anything  except  my  marriage.  But  I'll  tell 
you  this:  The  script  would  have  to  be— let's 
say  irresistible— before  I'd  come  out  of  re- 
tirement. Charles  and  I  were  amazed  by 
a  report  that  he  and  I  were  going  to  do  a 
television  series  together.  We  had  no  such 
intentions.  I  may  try  a  comeback  like 
fome  people  such  as— let's  see— no,  Gloria 
Swanton  isn't  old  enough." 

"Where  is  Charles,  by  the  way?"  I  said. 

"Downtown,"  was  her  vague  reply.  Then 
she  turned  upon  me  a  puckish  smile  that 
seemed  to  say,  "He  got  away  in  time  to 
escape  this  grilling." 

"I  understand  he's  going  back  to  tele- 
vision," said  I. 

"I  can't  say  what  he's  going  to  do,"  said 
Shirley.  "It's  so  wonderful  to  be  able  to 
say  that  instead  of  answering  questions 
about  myself." 

At  this  juncture,  in  bounced  daughter 
Susan.  "Do  you  want  to  say  hello  to  Hed- 
da?" asked  Shirley. 

"Hello,"  said  Susan. 

"Now,  do  you  wish  to  shake  hands  or 
avoid  it?"  asked  Shirley  with  a  sparkling 
mirth  in  her  eyes. 

Cusan  thought  the  matter  over  and  stuck 
^  out  her  hand  to  me.  There  certainly 
wasn't  anything  phony  or  repressed  about 
that  child.  Shirley  was  teaching  her  to 
make  her  own  decisions. 

"Susan  has  on  her  President  Eisen- 
hower dress,"  explained  Shirley.  "She  wore 
it  to  the  White  House  when  we  visited  the 
President  just  before  returning  here." 

"Was  she  awed  by  Ike?"  I  asked. 

"Awed!"  exclaimed  Shirley.  "The  first 
thing  she  said  was:  'Good  morning,  Mr 
President,  man  of  the  hour.'  That  positively 
wasn't  rehearsed.  Mr.  Eisenhower  tried 
to  explain  to  Susan  that  during  campaigns 
terms  were  loosely  applied  to  candidates 
inen  Susan  asked  the  President  what  he 
had  for  breakfast.  Mr.  Eisenhower  said  he 
had  a  businessman's  breakfast.  'Oh  that's 
too  bad,'  said  Susan.  After  that  Charlie 
90  and  I  took  a  back  seat.    Susan  sat  down 


rested  her  chin  in  her  hand,  and  gazed 
at  the  President  like  a  teen-ager.  She 
monopolized  the  whole  conversation." 

"I  can  play  monkey  music,"  said  Susan. 
"Do  you  want  to  see  me  do  it?" 

I  replied  that  the  idea  intrigued  me  no 
end. 

Susan  sat  down  at  a  small  piano.  "You 
do  just  like  this  on  the  keys,"  she  ex- 
plained, illustrating  with  one  hand.  "Then 
I  can  do  lion  and  monkey  music  together 
with  both  hands.  And  there's  tiger  music." 

"Susan,"  said  Shirley,  "Hedda  and  I  are 
going  to  talk.  You  can  go  outside,  or  you 
can  sit  here  and  be  very,  very  quiet.  Do 
you  think  that's  possible?" 

The  little  girl,  after  reflecting  on  the 
problem,  decided  that  silence  would  be  too 
great  a  strain.  She  skipped  out  to  a  bal- 
cony where  red  geraniums  shone  brightly 
in  the  morning  sunshine. 

"We  call  her  Sarah  Heartburn,"  laughed 
Shirley.  "Any  minute  now  she'll  make  an 
entrance  with  hand  on  hip." 

"At  her  age,  you  were  a  star,"  I  said. 
"Would  you  have  any  objection  to  her  go- 
ing into  show  business?" 

"She'll  have  to  be  old  enough  to  make 
her  own  decision  about  that,"  answered 
Shirley.  "I  wasn't,  but  at  heart  I  suppose 
I  was  a  little  exhibitionist.  I  loved  work- 
ing in  films,  as  I  told  you.  But  I  cannot 
tell  whether  Susan  would  or  not.  She  has 
plenty  of  time  to  find  out." 


I  SAW  IT  HAPPEN 

Gregory  Peck 
was  visiting  in  La  w9 
J  oil  a,  California, 

one   summer.     1  \    .  ^^^B 

was    sunning    on  HHHHjjH 
the  beach,  and  he  m* 
was     standing  a 
few    yards    away  ^ 
from    me.      Sur-  tfl 
rounding  him  was     %sj«fo*  ^SffiBft 
a    group    of    gig-  WSum^K^BSSm 
gling,  flirting 

youngsters,  each  trying  to  get  his  spe- 
cial attention. 

There  was  one  girl  who  stood  back 
from  the  rest.  She  was  very  pretty 
but  extremely  tall,  and  I  could  see 
that  she  was  self  conscious  about  her 
height.  Blushing  furiously,  with  auto- 
graph book  in  hand,  she  looked  as 
though  she  might  turn  and  run  at  any 
moment. 

Evidently  1  was  not  the  only  one 
who  observed  this  girl.  Mr.  Peck 
looked  up  and  strolled  over  to  her. 
He  took  her  autograph  book,  signed 
it,  then  said  something  to  her  which 
I  was  too  far  away  to  hear.  At  first 
she  seemed  tongue  tied,  but  soon  I 
noticed  that  she  was  smiling  and  chat- 
ting like  he  was  an  old  friend. 

Then  with  a  wave  of  his  hand,  he 
walked  on.  All  the  other  girls  stood 
speechless,  looking  at  the  tall  girl. 
Then  they  gathered  around  her,  the 
heroine  of  the  day  and  probably  not 
self  conscious  anymore. 

Mrs.  Robert  Feller 
Longview  Avenue 


The  telephone  rang.  "More  real  estate 
people,"  sighed  Shirley,  as  she  went  to 
answer  it.  At  that  time'  she  was  frantically 
searching  for  a  home  for  her  family.  She, 
Charles,  the  two  children,  a  brother,  and' 
her  parents  were  all  temporarily  living  in 
the  famous  "Doll  House,"  where  Shirley 
had  dwelled  during  her  first  marriage.  It 
is  a  small  but  beautiful  place  that  got  its 
name  from  a  collection  of  1500  dolls  Shirley 
kept  in  a  downstairs  room.  And  it  was 
never  a  playhouse  for  the  child  star,  as  has 


often  been  erroneously  reported.  For  a 
couple  it  is  ideal  in  size. 

"Why  did  you  ever  sell  this  place?"  I 
asked  Shirley  when  she  returned  from  the 
phone. 

"I  wanted  to  sell  it,"  she  said,  "because 
I  was  a  Navy  wife.  Charlie  and  I  didn't 
know  where  we  would  land  while  he  was  in 
service.  So  I  put  the  place  up  for  sale, 
before  we  started  driving  East.  We  had  got 
no  farther  than  Palm  Springs,  before  my 
parents  called  to  say  they'd  like  to  buy  the 
house  themselves.   So  they  did." 

Shirley,  incidentally,  found  a  home  in 
Beverly  Hills  a  few  days  later,  and  rented 
it  for  a  year.  "I  suppose  I  should  be  sen- 
timental over  Hollywood,"  said  she,  "but 
I've  discovered  that  if  you're  happily  mar- 
ried, where  you  live  doesn't  matter.  Char- 
lie and  I  always  love  best  the  place  in 
which  we've  lived  last.  Our  home,  as  you 
know,  was  very  simple  in  Maryland,  but 
we  grew  very  sentimental  about  it." 

Cusan  had  come  back  into  the  room  just 
as  a  small  cry  came  from  a  bedroom. 
"Mommy— the  baby,"  said  she.  Both  mother 
and  daughter  dashed  into  the  temporary 
nursery. 

From  it,  soon  I  could  hear  Shirley  and 
Susan  singing  "The  Big  Bad  Wolf"  for  the 
awakening  baby's  amusement. 

"He's  got  a  bald  head  down  here,"  said 
Susen. 

"That  must  be  because  he  is  getting 
older,"  said  Shirley. 

I  translated  this  cryptic  language  into  the 
fact  that  on  the  previous  day  Charles  Jr. 
had  got  his  first  haircut  for  the  Modern 
Screen  photographers  we  were  expecting. 

Susan  pranced  back  into  the  room,  an- 
nouncing, "We've  got  a  little  boy  here." 
The  baby,  whom  Susan  insists  on  calling 
Barton  is  a  husky  infant,  weighs  twenty- 
six  pounds,  and  looks  much  like  his  father. 
Shirley  handled  him  with  great  care  and 
competence. 

"You  know,"  said  Susan,  pointing  to  a 
spot  on  the  back  of  her  neck,  "Barton  used 
to  have  hair  right  down  to  here." 

"But  the  barber  cut  it  off.  He's  growing 
into  a  big  boy  like  daddy,"  Shirley  ex- 
plained. Then  like  any  mother  she  gazed 
upon  the  shorn  locks  and  said  to  me,  "He 
looks  io  different.  His  hair  used  to  be  cute 
and  curly." 

"I  know,"  said  I.  "That  haircut  is  the  first 
step  to  manhood.  It  makes  a  mother  feel 
that  her  boy  is  already  starting  to  leave 
her." 

"Yes,"  said  Shirley  with  a  sigh  of  resig- 
nation, as  Susan  sat  down  to  the  piano  and 
began  playing  monkey  music,  but  always 
with  an  ear  cocked  to  our  conversation. 
"After  two  years  of  absence  I  expected 
everything  to  be  changed.  Everybody  looks 
the  same.  I'm  no  different,  except  my  hair 
is  black." 

"My  hair  is  black,  too,"  said  Susan,  who 
obviously  adores  her  mother  and  wants  to 
be  as  much  like  her  as  possible. 

"No,  darling,"  Shirley  said.  "Your  hair  is 
honey-colored.  I  think  it's  very  beautiful. 
It  has  gold  in  it." 

"It  used  to  have  sand  in  it,"  said  Susan. 

"You'd  better  go  outside  again,"  said 
Shirley.  "You  can  swing  on  the  trees  if  you 
don't  get  your  dress  dirty." 

"I'll  get  dirty,"  said  Susan. 

"Then,"  said  Mommy,  "why  don't  you 
go  out  to  the  yard  and  see  if  the  flowers 
are  awake  yet." 

That  appealed  to  Susan's  curiosity;  so 
she  left  us.  I  wanted  to  know  how  Shirley 
disciplined  her  children. 

"The  baby's  still  too  young  to  be  affected 
by  anything  but  a  disapproving  look,"  she 
said.  "When  Susan  has  done  something 
wrong,  I  put  one  hand  under  her  chin, 
hold  her  hands  with  the  other,  and  make 
her  look  straight  into  my  eyes.  The  system 


has  worked  well,  as  I  rarely  have  to  spank 
Susan.  Children,  when  they've  been  bad, 
just  don't  want  to  look  at  their  parents.  It 
seems  to  increase  their  sense  of  guilt,  and 
makes  them  less  apt  to  break  the  rules  the 
next  time.  Susan  gets  good  marks  at 
school;  but  everyone  agrees  she  has  a  bossy 
quality.  She  wants  to  be  the  leader."  Sud- 
denly Shirley  stopped  and  said,  "This  must 
be  fascinating  to  you — a  mother  talking 
about  her  children." 

In  the  case  of  Shirley  Temple  it  was. 

W/"  hen  Susan  came  back  in,  she  asked  her 
mother  for  a  pencil  and  piece  of  paper. 
"I'll  write  you  a  letter  so  you  can  reverence 
it,"  she  explained  to  me.  She  sat  down  at  a 
table  and  began  to  scrawl,  holding  up  the 
completed  work  for  her  mother's  approval. 

"Now,  what  is  that,"  said  Shirley. 

"Santa  Claus,"  replied  Susan. 

"Oh,  Santa  Claus  again,"  said  Mommy. 
"The  year  round  she  writes  him.  In  her 
class  at  school  was  a«  little  Chinese  boy. 
Susan  had  a  crush  on  him  because  he 
painted  so  beautifully.  So  she  asked  Santa 
Claus  for  a  little  Chinese  boy  last  Christ- 
mas." 

"And  what  did  you  do  about  that?" 

"I  got  her  a  Chinese  doll,"  said  Shirley. 

"Now,  what  is  this,  Mommy?"  asked  Su- 
san, again  holding  up  her  sketching  paper. 

"Oh,  that's  easy,"  said  Shirley.  "It's  the 
danger  signs  you  see  along  the  roads.  You 
know,  we  came  out  here  by  station  wagon, 
stayed  at  motels,  and  often  cooked  our 
meals  on  the  roadsides.  It  seemed  that 
every  time  I  took  over  the  driving,  I'd  get 
lost  and  land  up  in  a  lumber  yard.  There 
I  would  be  sitting  and  looking  like  a  sim- 
pleton. At  such  times,  Susan  would  always 
ask,  'Is  this  the  way  to  California,  Mommy?' 
She'd  make  me  furious." 

"We  had  clay  in  school.  But  we  wasted  it 
making  turtles.  I  made  all  the  turtles,"  said 
Susan.  "Do  you  want  me  to  make  a  spider 
for  you?" 

"Susan,"  said  Shirley,  "whose  baby  is 
this?" 

"Why,  he's  mine,"  replied  the  little  girl, 
as  if  almost  surprised  at  the  question,  and 
resumed  her  sketching. 

"That's  the  way  Charlie  and  I  want  her 
to  feel,"  explained  Shirley.  "From  the  be- 
ginning the  baby  has  been  her  boy.  Daddy 
and  Mommy  just  take  care  of  him  for  her. 
So  she's  never  been  jealous  of  him  or  felt 
that  he  was  an  intruder.  She's  a  fine  little 
nurse,  too.  Susan  .  .  ." 

"Yes,  Mommy.  I  haye  now  made  a  spider 
and  a  baby  spider." 

"But  it's  time  for  the  baby's  bottle  to  be 
warmed.  If  I  put  him  on  the  floor  will  you 
watch  him?  Don't  let  him  touch  the 
flowers;  and  don't  tease." 

For  a  little  while  things  went  swim- 
mingly. The  baby  became  absorbed  in  one 
of  his  old  shoes,  while  Susan  examined 
an  empty  adhesive  tape  container.  Then 
she  suddenly  started  to  do  a  somersault 
and  bumped  heads  with  the  baby.  Both 
began  to  cry. 

In  rushed  Shirley.  "What  happened?"  she 
said. 

"We  bumped  heads,"  said  Susan.  "I  have 
a  headache  right  in  the  middle  of  my  fore- 
head." 

"Oh,  dear,"  said  Shirley,  picking  up  the 
baby  and  brushing  his  tears  away,  "and 
just  after  I  told  Hedda  what  a  fine  nurse 
you  were." 

'"The  bell  at  the  electrically  operated  gate 
rang  and  got  stuck.  Shirley  put  the  baby 
in  a  play  pen  in  order  to  go  out  and  let  in 
the  photographers.  Susan  rushed  to  Bar- 
ton. "Not  too  much  sympathy  now,"  said 
Shirley. 

"But  he  bumped  his  head,"  said  Susan. 

"He's  all  right,"  said  Shirley. 

When  the  photographers  began  to  set  up 


their  equipment,  Shirley  was  feeding  the 
baby  vitamins  with  a  dropper.  "Fish  oil," 
she  explained.  Then  she  left  the  room  for  a 
comb  and  brush.  Barton  began  playing  with 
his  shoes;  and  when  Shirley  returned,  he 
was  cooing  to  himself,  oblivious  to  the  com- 
motion around  him. 

"Now,  don't  you  men  play  with  the 
baby,"  Susan  warned  the  photographers. 
"He  doesn't  very  much  like  men." 

"He  does,  too,"  said  Mommy,  eyeing  the 
effects  of  the  comb  and  brush  on  Barton's 
new  haircut.  "He  looks  like  an  old  tintype," 
she  observed. 

"An  old  tim  pipe,"  echoed  Susan. 

"How's  Hymie?"  Shirley  asked  the  pho- 
tographers. 

"He's  fine,"  one  of  them  said. 

"And  his  little  girl?" 

"She's  okay." 

Shirley  was  referring  to  Hymie  Fink, 
the  photographer,  who  had  worked  with 
her  in  her  acting  days.  The  questions  il- 
lustrated a  salient  point  in  her  personality. 
She  never  forgets  old  friends.  So  I  had  to 
laugh  when  a  Washington  columnist  once 
wrote  that  "old  friends  from  Hollywood" 
were  disappointed  in  not  being  able  to  get 
in  touch  with  Shirley  Temple.  Well,  I 
wasn't.  I  simply  got  in  a  cab  and  drove  out 
to  see  her.  Neither  did  John  Ford  (Susan's 
godfather)  have  any  difficulty  in  locating 
her.  Nor  a  hairdresser  by  the  name  of  An- 
nabel. The  range  of  her  friends  is  exceed- 
ingly great. 

But  those  days  in  Maryland  were  busy 
ones  for  Shirley.  She  did  her  own  house 
work,  took  care  of  Susan,  and  came  nearer 
to  death  than  most  people  ever  knew  in 
having  her  second  baby.  Then  there  was 
ragweed.  Three  acres  of  it  surrounded  her 
home  and  had  to  be  cut  about  every  two 
weeks  during  the  season.  Shirley  borrowed 
a  tractor  from  a  neighbor  and  cut  the  weeds 
herself. 

The  photographers  were  ready,  and  after 
several  shots,  Susan  said,  "How  about  me 
and  Barton?" 

Shirley  smiled  at  her  two  children,  and 
said,  "Well,  how  about  you  two?" 

"How  about  me  and  Barton  and  no 
Mommy?"  Susan  explained  to  the  photog- 
rapher. 

"You  have  to  have  a  mommy  in  the  pic- 
ture," the  photographer  said,  and  Susan 
was  satisfied. 

"Don't  you  miss  the  excitement  of  show 
business;  or  are  you  completely  domesti- 
cated?" I  asked  Shirley. 

"I've  been  domesticated  for  a  long  time," 
she  said.  "Taking  care  of  a  family  properly 
is  much  harder  than  having  a  movie  ca- 
reer." 

HPhe  photographers  wanted  a  shot  of  Shir- 
ley,  Susan,  and  Barton  walking  together. 
(The  baby,  an  adept  crawler,  still  needs 
support  when  walking.)  Before  posing  for 
the  shot,  Shirley  went  into  the  kitchen  to 
get  the  baby's  bottle.  "He's  getting  hun- 
gry," she  explained  to  the  photographers 
upon  returning,  "and  if  he  sees  this  bottle, 
we're  dead." 

Then  she  described  to  Susan  what  they 
were  all  to  do  in  the  next  shot,  ending  by 
singing  'I'm  Walking  Behind  You."  But 
when  they  started  the  walk,  the  little  girl 
got  a  step  ahead  of  mother  and  brother. 
"Now,"  grinned  Shirley,  "you  don't  have 
to  take  the  camera  angle  in  this  one, 
Susan." 

The  photographers  moved  to  another  part 
of  the  room,  leaving  a  piece  of  electric  cord 
on  the  floor.  "Men,"  called  Susan,  "please 
take  the  electricity  with  you.  He"  (indi- 
cating Barton)  "likes  electricity." 

Shirley  gave  the  baby  his  bottle;  and  I 
asked  what  happened  to  her  dogs. 

"Very  sad,"  she  said.  "The  Boxer  and  the 
Great  Dane  were  great  buddies.  But  in 
Maryland  the  Boxer  got  in  a  fight  with  a 


same  person!" 

"When  I  look  back  at  the  uncom- 
fortable, ill-at-ease  woman  I  used  to 
be  on  'those  days  of  the  month,'  it 
seems  impossible  that  a  simple  change 
in  sanitary  protection  could  have 
made  such  a  difference!" 

So  many  women  have  made  this  same 
delightful  discovery  the  minute  they 
change  to  Tampax.  You  actually  may 
feel  like  an  entirely  different  person! 
Gone  is  the  whole  bulky  belt-  _____ 
pin-pad  harness;  Tampax  is  UUUij 
worn  internally.  Knowing  there  LiiittM 
is  nothing  that  can  possibly  Wffffi 
"show"  adds  to  your  poise  and 
sense  of  security.  That  uncomfortable 
worry  about  odor  vanishes;  odor  can't 
form  with  Tampax.  And  physically,  you 
feel  more  comfortable.  There's  no  chaf- 
ing, no  irritation — Tampax  can't  be  felt, 
once  it's  in  place.  It  may  even  be  worn 
while  you're  taking  your  shower  or 
your  tub. 

You  can  get  Tampax  at  drug  or  notion 
counters  in  your  choice  of  3  absorbencies : 
Regular,  Super,  Junior.  Very  easy  to  dis- 
pose of.  Month's  supply  goes  in  purse. 
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skunk.  It  was  terrible.  He  smelled  so  bad 
that  he  couldn't  sleep  in  his  own  dog  house 
without  holding  his  head  out  the  door  to 
breathe.  Finally,  he  walked  in  front  of  a 
truck  and  was  killed.  I  think  he  deliber- 
ately committed  suicide  to  get  away  from 
that  odor.  The  Great  Dane  didn't  get  over 
his  pal's  death  for  a  year.  Before  we  left 
Maryland  I  had  to  sell  him,  not  knowing 
whether  we  could  find  a  place  to  keep  him ' 
here." 

"You  shouldn't  say  that.  It  isn't  nice." 
The  voice  was  Susan's;  and  it  was  directed 
at  one  of  the  photographers  who  had  been 
teasing  her. 

"Well,  all  men  aren't  nice,"  said  the 
photographer. 

"Oh,  yes,  they  are,"  declared  Susan. 

"Remember  that  big  word  we  used  the 
other  night,"  said  Shirley.  "Tell  him  he's 
that." 

"What,  Mommy?" 

"You  know — in  .  .  ." 

"You  are  incorrigible,"  said  Susan  tri- 
umphantly. 

"And  what  does  that  mean?"  I  asked. 

"It  means,"  said  Susan,  "that  the  man  is 
hooeless." 

As  the  baby  continued  to  drain  the  bot- 
tle, Shirley  got  into  a  discussion  with  the 
photographers  about  having  her  motion 
pictures — thirty-four  altogether — cut  down 
from  35  millimeters  to  16  millimeters  in 
size.  She  wanted  to  save  them  for  her  chil- 
dren. As  the  talk  continued,  Susan,  who 
was  holding  Barton's  bottle,  said,  "If  the 
men  didn't  talk  so  much,  the  baby  would 
eat  better."  Shirley  cast  an  amused  grin 
in  her  daughter's  direction. 

"What's  your  secret  for  housekeeping?" 
I  asked  Shirley. 

"No  secret,"  she  said.  "All  you  need  is  a 
little  organization.  We  usually  get  up 
around  six  in  the  morning.  Charlie's  an 
early  riser — Navy  training,  I  guess.  And  we 
go  to  bed  around  nine  or  ten  at  night.  Most 
of  our  eastern  friends  went  to  bed  quite 
early,  worked,  and  had  children;  so  I  fol- 
lowed their  pattern.  You  can  get  a  lot 
done  around  the  house,  if  you  start  at  six 
in  the  morning." 

As  the  photographers  packed  their  equip- 
ment, Shirley  explained  to  them  that  two 
minute  scars  on  her  face  had  been  caused 
by  the  chicken  pox. 

"I  gave  my  Mommy  the  chicken  pox,' 
said  Susan  proudly.  She  was  back  at  her 
drawing  again;  and  this  time  came  up  with 
a  pelican  "Well,  goodbye,  men,"  she  said 
to  the  departing  photographers,  "you  won't 
be  seeing  me  again." 

C  hirley  suggested  we  go  out  to  lunch  and 
^  for  a  moment  wondered  if  we  should 
take  Susan  along.  "No,  I  think  we'd  better 
not,"  she  said  finally.  "But  I'll  have  to  have 
a  private  talk  with  her."  What  she  said  to 
her  daughter  I  did  not  ask;  but  Susan, 
without  the  slightest  protest,  skipped  away 
into  the  kitchen  for  her  lunch  as  Shirley 
called,  "And,  darling,  don't  forget  to  take 
your  nap  on  time." 

We  lunched  in  a  small  open  air  patio 
connected  with  a  nearby  market,  where 
one  chose  food  cafeteria  fashion;  and  there 
were  no  waiters.  For  her  luncheon,  the  ex- 
film  star  had  an  enchilada,  beans,  a  carrot 
salad,  and  milk.  There  was  but  little  ogling 
of  Shirley  by  the  other  patrons.  I  doubt 
if  the  men,  especially  the  younger  ones, 
knew  who  she  was.  Nobody  asked  her  for 
her  autograph.  But  the  girls  dealing  out 
the  food  knew  Mrs.  Charles  Black.  They 
inquired  about  Susan. 

"We  see  a  lot  of  friends,  and  read  a  great 
deal ''  said  Shirley.  "Oh,  I've  got  to  tell 
you  this  one.  We  went  to  see  Guys  And 
Dolls  in  New  York,  and  during  intermis- 
sion, Charles  said,  'Damon  Runyon  had  a 
great  flair  for  catching  the  personalities  of 
New  York  people.   You  ought  to  get  ac- 


quainted with  his  writing.'  I  asked,  'Did 
you  ever  hear  of  a  picture  called  Little 
Miss  Marker?'  He  said,  Yes.  That  was  a 
picture  you  made  as  a  baby,  wasn't  it?'  I 
answered,  'Yes.  And  do  you  know  who 
wrote  that  story?   Damon  Runyon.'  " 

"How  did  you  learn  to  drive  that  trac- 
tor?" I  asked. 

"It's  very  simple — like  driving  an  old 
car,"  she  said.  "You  can't  get  much  speed. 
If  you  hit  a  rock — very  bad  practice — you 
get  off  the  tractor,  pick  up  the  sickle  bar 
and  free  it  of  the  stone.  Then,"  she  mused, 
"you  might  dig  up  a  wasp  nest.  I  did.  One 
of  the  wasps  started  buzzing  my  face. 
I  headed  full  speed — about  three  miles 
an  hour — for  the  garage.  The  wasp  sim- 
ply circled  and  dive-bombed  me  from 
the  rear,  stinging  me  right  through  my 
blue  jeans. 

"Charles,  who  was  work;n«  in  the  ga- 
rage, said,  'For  immediate  relief  for  sting 
apply  gasoline,'  and  did  so.  The  result  was 
that  I  suffered  from  gasoline  burn  as  well 
as  the  sting. 

"Navy  training?"  I  suggested. 

"Maybe,"  laughed  Shirley.  "Another 
wasp  got  me,  but  that  was  when  I  was 
painting  the  well." 

"Shirley,"  I  said,  "you're  having  too 
much  fun  just  living  to  go  back  to  the 
movie  world.  Have  the  producers  really 
been  putting  the  pressure  on  you  to  return 
to  work?" 

"I  got  a  lot  of  television  offers  while  I 
was  in  Maryland — we  were  close  to  New- 
York,  you  know.  And  I've  had  two  nice 
television  series  offered  me  here.  Oh, 
don't  let  me  forget  to  buy  some  milk  before 
we  leave  here." 


Alan  Wilson's  definition  of  Cine- 
rama: A  new  movie  process  that 
will  make  Katharine  Hepburn  look 
like  Jane  Russell. 

Erskine  Joint  so  it 


In  the  grocery  store,  she  bought  seven 
quarts  of  milk.  As  they  were  being  placed 
in  a  sack,  a  man  standing  nearby  said, 
"You  must  have  some  children." 

"Kittens,"  said  Shirley. 

I  helped  carry  the  groceries  into  the 
kitchen,  where  Mrs.  Temple  was  talking 
to  Susan  while  she  ate.  She  looked  at 
me,  shook  her  head,  and  said,  "I  knew 
it  would  be  only  a  matter  of  time  before 
that  daughter  of  mine  would  be  putting 
you  to  work." 

alking  to  my  car  through  the  grounds 
"  over  which  the  child  star  had  romped, 
I  began  to  reflect:  Shirley  Temple  is  gone. 
We  now  have  Mrs.  Shirley  Temple  Black. 
She  might  have  been  the  most  spoiled 
young  lady  in  America.  But  instead  she  has 
worn  her  success  with  the  dignity  of  a 
queen. 

With  equal  poise  she  can  talk  to  the 
President  of  the  United  States  or  a  grocery 
clerk.  Not  only  has  she  learned  the  true 
values  in  life,  but  has  put  them  into  ap- 
plication. 

She  may  break  into  show  business  again; 
and  if  she  does,  she'll  break  big.  As  a  child, 
she  was  beautiful  and  talented.  As  a  lady- 
she  has  humor,  depth,  understanding,  and 
above  all,  much  common  sense.  She  has 
known  the  glitter  of  fame;  the  power  of 
wealth;  but  she  has  learned  that  they  are 
meaningless  unless  accompanied  by  hap- 
piness. 

So,  Mr.  Producers,  if  you  want  to  get 
Shirley  back  into  show  business,  you'll 
have  to  take  these  things  into  considera- 
tion. Your  "irresistible  script"  will  have  to 
trump  what  Shirley  already  has:  Content- 
ment in  the  loving  care  of  a  mother  for  two 
adorable  children,  and  tremendous  respect 
and  love  for  a  fellow  named  Charles 
Black.  end 


operation  skin  dive 

(Continued  from  page  52)  cool  drink,  Jeff 
found  himself  telling  the  pleasant  young 
man  behind  the  counter  about  his  trip  to 
Europe  to  make  Sailor  Of  The  King,  the' 
fabulous  trip  which  had  included  a  six- 
week  location  on  the  island  of  Malta. 

"It's  great,  down  there  on  the  Mediter- 
ranean," he  was  saying,  casually.  "Sun- 
bathing, sleeping,  skin  diving  .  .  ." 

The  young  man's  face  burst  into  such  a 
sudden  sunbeam  of  joy  that  Jeff  antici- 
pated a  funny. 

"'Did  you  say  skin  diving?"  the  young 
man  asked. 

"Yeah,  skin  diving,"  Jeff  replied,  em- 
phatically, bracing  himself  for  the  retort. 

"Ever  do  any  diving  down  at  White's 
Point?"  the  young  fellow  asked.  "Last 
Monday,  I  smacked  a  three-foot  shark 
down  there.  Best  shot  I  ever  made  in  mv 
life." 

"Spear?"  asked  Jeff,  relaxing. 

"Nope.  I  cut  him  with  my  Tarpon  gun 
from  about  six  feet.  He  churned  up  the 
water  for  a  block." 

"No  kidding?"    Jeff  got  excited. 

\\  hen  Barbara  came  in  half  an  hour  later, 
Jeff  and  the  young  bartender  (who 
happened  to  be  the  owner's  son.  Bud 
Keyes)  were  still  talking  heatedly  about 
skin  diving.  Snorkels,  blow  masks,  CO 
guns,  fins — none  of  it  made  any  sense  to 
Barbara.  But  she  sat  patiently,  as  she  has 
often  had  to  do  when  her  handsome  young 
husband  has  become  involved  in  sports 
talk,  and  waited.  A  few  minutes  later,  Jeff 
and  Bud  were  shaking  hands  and  making 
a  skin  diving  date. 

"Maybe  I  can  get  Mel  Fisher  to  go  with 
us,"  Bud  suggested  as  Jeff  went  out  back- 
wards, Barbara  tugging  him  gently  by 
the  coat  sleeve.  "He's  a  real  shark.  He 
wrapped  up  that  438-pound  black  sea  bass 
down  in  La  Paz,  Mexico.  You  must  have 
read  about  it." 

"Swell,"  Jeff  answered,  from  the  door. 
"And  111  try  to  get  Rory  Calhoun,  too. 
He's  a  bear  when  it  comes  to  swimming." 

And  that's  how  it  all  started.  Bud  and 
Jeff  spent  the  next  two  nights  on  the  tele- 
phone, talking  about  gear,  water  tempera- 
tures, and  the  best  spots  for  clear  diving. 
And  sure  enough,  both  Mel  and  Rory  could 
make  it.  The  trip  began  to  shape  up  like  a 
real  deal,  and  so  Modern  Screen  was  in- 
vited along  to  make  a  picture  record  of  it. 

On  the  morning  before  Jeff  left  home 
with  all  his  gear,  Barbara  frankly  became 
upset  about  the  whole  project.  "Why  don't 
you  stay  home  like  a  nice  civilized  hus- 
band instead  of  trying  to  mix  socially  with 
the  fish?"  she  pleaded. 

"I'll  be  okay,"  said  Jeff,  with  a  big  grin. 

"Don't  you  dare  come  home  with  one  of 
those  old  spears  stuck  in  you,"  Barbara 
shouted  after  him. 

"I  won't,  honey,"  said  Jeff,  throwing  his 
gear  in  the  car. 

When  he  met  Rory,  Jeff  asked  him  a 
few  questions  about  his  gear,  and  was  sur- 
prised to  discover  that  Rory,  though  dead 
game,  had  never  tried  skin  diving  before. 

"Man,  you're  in  for  a  treat,"  said  Jeff, 
reassuringly.  "There's  nothing  to  it  once 
you  get  used  to  the  mask  and  learn  how 
to  breathe  through  the  snorkel  tube." 

"Through  the  what?"  asked  Rory. 

"Through  this  crooked  gadget,"  said  Jeff, 
pulling  his  snorkel  out  of  the  back  seat. 
"You  put  one  end  in  your  mouth  and  the 
other  end  sticks  up  out  of  the  water.  It 
makes  it  possible  for  you  to  breathe  while 
you  are  swimming  around  with  your  face 
underwater.  Of  course,  if  you  get  too  deep 
it  fills  up  with  water  and  you  have  to  blow 
it  out." 

"I  can  hardly  wait  to  try  it,"  said  Rory. 
Bud  and  Mel  Fisher  were  already  at  the 


Point  when  Rory  and  Jeff  pulled  up.  Al- 
though there  was  a  brisk  breeze,  they  were 
sitting  around  in  their  swim  trunks,  ap- 
parently warm  as  toast. 

"The  water  looks  a  little  cold  today," 
said  Mel,  surveying  the  surf  with  a  prac- 
ticed eye.  "But  it's  clear  as  crystal  over  in 
the  lagoon  there.  We  ought  to  get  some 
good  fishing  out  toward  the  kelp." 

"What  about  sharks?"  Rory  asked  nerv- 
ously, looking  out  at  the  deep  water. 

"Thev  never  bother  swimmers,  I've  been 
told,"  said  Mel.  "But  you  do  have  to  watch 
the  seals.  A  seal  with  a  pup  can  get  aw- 
fully disagreeable  at  times.  Not  long  ago,  a 
buddy  of  mine  came  up  out  of  a  dive  to 
find  an  old  seal  cow  staring  him  in  the  eye. 
She  gave  him  a  whack  with  her  tail  that 
you  could  hear  for  blocks.  My  buddy  got 
out  of  the  water  like  a  hydroplane." 

While  Rory  and  Jeff  were  putting  on 
their  gear,  Mel  gave  them  both  a  briefing 
on  the  underwater  guns  he'd  brought 
along.  He  manufactures  them  in  all  sizes — 
from  the  little  Peewee,  a  rubber-propelled 
model  designed  primarily  for  perch  and 
other  small  species  on  up  to  the  heavy 
CO^  cannon  which  he  uses  on  deep  sea 
monsters  weighing  50  pounds  or  more. 

"You  can't  stop  big  fish  with  just  one 
shot,"  he  told  them.  "Even  when  they're 
hit  with  this  blaster,  big  fish  will  run  until 
the  spear  breaks  them  down." 

A  lot  depends  on  a  skin  diver's  skill  in 
handling  his  gun  or  spear.  Some  experts 
like  Mel  can  shoot  accurately  up  to  ten 
feet,  but  the  best  range  for  average  skin 
divers  is  between  four  and  five  feet.  It's 
pretty  difficult  to  get  much  closer  to  fish 
without  scaring  them  unless,  of  course,  you 
happen  to  be  an  exceptionally  stealthy  un- 
derwater swimmer. 

pROM  the  moment  they  entered  the  water. 
*-  paddling  around  with  their  faces  sub- 
merged, the  fellows  lost  all  interest  in 
talking  and  became  utterly  preoccupied 
with  the  life  going  on  beneath  the  sea. 
Rory  was  absolutely  fascinated  by  his  first 
look  at  the  submarine  formations  along  the 
bottom  and  the  almost  countless  varieties 
of  sea  animals  that  he  had  never  realized 
were  there.  As  he  cruised  along  on  the 
surface,  looking  down  through  his  glass 
mask  plate,  he  saw  school  after  school  of 
tiny  fish  sweeping  through  eerie  corridors 
of  rock  and  sand,  a  lush  multi-colored 
background  that  has  no  equal  above  the 
sea.  Rory  was  thinking  dreamily  about  a 
marine  painting  he'd  once  seen  when  a  big 
perch  zipped  by  his  nose.  It  was  gone  be- 
fore he  even  had  time  to  aim  his  gun. 

"Man,  I  just  saw  a  big  one,"  he  yelled, 
after  surfacing.  "But  he  was  moving  too 
fast  for  me." 

Then  he  saw  Mel,  swimming  in  from  the 
kelp  with  a  good-sized  bass  on  his  spear. 
"Hey,  this  is  great!" 

"It  gets  you  the  first  time,"  Mel  replied 
sagely,  as  if  he  had  seen  countless  thou- 
sands of  swimmers  go  through  the  same 
experience  on  their  first  skin  diving  trips. 

"Hey,  come  on  out  here,"  Jeff  yelled  from 
the  deep  water  where  he  and  Bud  had  been 
exploring  for  fish.  Rory  churned  out,  pull- 
ing up  alongside  a  jutting  rock  in  25  feet 
of  water. 

"Go  straight  down  and  take  a  look,"  Jeff 
suggested.  "It's  simply  great." 

Rory  arched  for  a  deep  dive  and  sub- 
merged. Below  him,  in  the  glassy,  limpid 
water,  lay  a  bar  of  white  sandstone  per- 
haps 30  feet  long,  covered  by  hundreds  of 
tiny  purple  sea  urchins  that  looked  for  all 
the  world  like  expensive  Christmas  tree 
ornaments.  To  his  right,  a  school  of  golden 
Garibaldi  perch  were  swimming  along 
slowly,  reflecting  the  sunlight  like  bright 
new  pennies.  Back  against  a  rocky  ledge, 
four  or  five  flowering  sea  worms  were  rip- 
pling their  feathers'  tentacles  in  the  ebb 
and  flow  of  the  deep  current.  To  Rory,  the 


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whole  scene  looked  more  like  an  enchanted 
fairyland  than  the  bottom  of  the  sea. 

"That's  the  most  beautiful  sight  I've  ever 
seen,"  he  spluttered  enthusiastically  when 
he  came  up.  "If  I  never  catch  a  single  fish, 
I'll  still  be  sold  on  this  deal." 

The  fellows  splashed  around  for  another 
15  minutes  before  Jeff  spotted  a  big  five- 
pound  halibut  lying  dreamily  on  the  bot- 
tom of  a  sand  bar,  and  went  down  to  spear 
it  expertly.  Bud  spent  most  of  his  time 
working  in  close  to  the  rocks  and  ledges 
along  the  edge  of  the  laaoon,  making  a 
sample  collection  of  the  edible  shellfish  to 
show  Rory.  In  just  a  few  minutes,  he  piled 
up  a  basketful  of  abalone,  rock  scallops, 
and  clams,  more  than  enough  for  a  hearty 
meal  for  any  gourmet. 

"Hey,  let's  get  out,"  Jeff  yelled.  "There's 
no  reason  to  turn  blue." 

"I  already  have,"  said  Bud,  his  teeth 
chattering.  "I  always  do  when  the  water  is 
below  65  degrees.  But  that's  no  reason  to 
give  up  diving.  I've  even  gone  in  when  the 
water  was  down  to  around  50  degrees  and 
it  was  so  cold  you  couldn't  hold  your  snor- 
kel in  your  mouth  because  your  teeth 
were  chattering  so  badly.  I  guess  I'm  nuts." 

"We  all  are,"  Mel  agreed.  "Skin  diving 
gets  into  your  blood  like  a  fever.  I've  been 
going  in  for  more  than  ten  years  and  I  still 
get  a  terrific  kick  out  of  it.  If  you  have  any 
feeling  at  all  about  nature,  you  can't  hek> 
but  marvel  at  the  variety  of  life  beneath 
the  sea.  It's  like  another  world,  and  much 
as  I  enjoy  cutting  a  fish — spearing  it,  that 
is — I  think  my  greatest  thrills  have  come 
from  recording  on  film  the  fabulous  marine 
scenes  I've  encountered." 

Mel  is  perhaps  the  best  underwater 
photographer  in  the  west.  He  is  frequently 
hired  by  the  studios  to  film  real  submarine 
scenes  which  would  be  virtually  impossible 
to  duplicate  on  a  process  stage  on  land.  He 
has  shot  dozens  of  famous  color  shots  for 
the  national  magazines,  and  at  the  moment, 
is  working  in  Florida  waters  for  Walt  Dis- 
ney, shooting  a  vast  amount  of  color  film 
to  be  used  in  later  Disney  productions  de- 
picting the  world  beneath  the  sea. 

"It's  almost  impossible  to  translate  the 
beauty  and  excitement  which  skin  diving 
offers  to  someone  who  has  never  tried  it," 
Mel  continued,  while  they  were  drying  off 
and  warming  themselves  with  the  hot  soup 
in  Bud's  thermos.  "Take  the  two  of  you. 
You  are  both  busy,  active  in  pictures,  but 
I'll  bet  anything  that  you  will  never  forget 
your  first  real  look  at  life  below  the  sur- 
face of  the  sea." 

"That's  for  sure,"  Rory  agreed.  "Until 
today,  I  always  thought  that  the  whole  deal 
was  a  matter  of  jumping  in  the  ocean  with 
a  spear  and  sticking  a  fish  with  it.  But  to- 
day, I  was  too  busy  watching  what  was 
going  on  all  over  the  bottom  to  shoot  at 
fish  when  they  swam  by." 


Then  Mel  told  them  his  most  thrilling 
experience  with  a  big  fish.  Two  years  ago, 
he  shot  a  huge  91-pound  yellowtail  while 
diving  off  the  coast  of  Guaymas,  Mexico. 
Before  the  battling  game  fish  finally  ex- 
pired, Mel  had  been  towed  for  hundreds  of 
yards  into  deep  water. 

"I  hate  to  think  what  would  have  hap- 
pened if  that  old  mossback  hadn't  given  up 
when  he  did.  I  might  not  be  here  to  talk 
about  it." 

Tt  is  truly  remarkable  how  rapidly  the 
-1  sport  of  skin  diving  has  swept  the  south- 
land. Today,  there  are  more  than  100  clubs 
like  the  Pacific  Telephone  Co.  club  that 
Bud  belongs  to,  as  well  as  more  than  15,000 
unaffiliated  divers,  going  into  southern 
California  ocean  waters  each  week  during 
the  summer.  The  sport  has  infected  most  of 
the  robust  young  men  of  the  movie  colony, 
too.  Jeff  and  Rory  aren't  the  only  lads  who 
have  given  the  underwater  world  a  look. 
Big  John  Wayne  usually  goes  skin  diving 
whenever  he  is  with  his  kids  at  Catalina 
or  in  Mexico.  Former  frog-man  Aldo  Ray 
spends  more  time  in  the  ocean  than  a 
healthy  seal.  Rock  Hudson,  who  loves  to 
swim,  anywhere,  at  any  time,  joined  the 
enthusiasts  a  few  months  ago  while  resting 
up  between  pictures.  Tony  Curtis  bought 
seme  equipment  and  gave  the  sport  a  try. 
And  there  will  be  others. 

A  large  part  of  skin  diving's  recent  ap- 
peal is  the  economical  price  of  an  entire 
outfit.  Since  American  manufacturers  be- 
gan to  make  inexpensive  swim-fins  and 
masks,  a  complete  rig  may  be  purchased 
for  as  little  as  20  dollars,  including  mask, 
snorkel,  fins,  and  spear.  And  the  skin  diver 
need  not  be  an  expert  marksman  to  enioy 
the  sport.  He  need  only  be  a  reasonably 
strong  swimmer  with  no  disturbing  fear  of 
ocean  currents. 

All  along  the  California  coastline  are 
dozens  of  edible  varieties  of  fish  for  the 
skin  diver  to  pursue — perch,  bass,  croaker, 
corbina,  halibut  and  grouper.  The  adven- 
turesome also  have  the  sharks  and  rays 
and  larger  game  fish  to  tackle.  But  the  real 
thrill  is  not  in  the  hunt,  if  you  would  be- 
lieve Rory  and  Jeff  and  Mel  and  Bud,  but 
in  the  opportunity  which  skin  diving  gives 
you  to  appreciate  raw  nature  as  it  is  con- 
stantly unfolding  before  your  eyes  beneath 
the  sea. 

"Imagine  my  trying  to  sell  that  idea  to 
Barbara,"  said  Jeff,  with  a  smile,  as  they 
were  walking  back  to  the  car.  "Me,  a  na- 
ture lover?  She'd  never  believe  me.  I'll  be 
better  off,  I  think,  if  I  just  hand  her  my 
fish  and  say,  'Here,  honey,  is  something 
for  the  pan.'  "  END 

(Rory  Calhoun  will  be  seen  in  20th  Cen- 
tury-Fox's CinemaScope  How  To  Marry  A 
Millionaire.) 


the  courage  to  fear 

(Continued  from  page  49)  church.  Peter 
was  a  man  who  laughed  a  lot  and  joined  in 
your  fun;  he  had  no  need  to  enshroud 
himself  or  his  friends  with  his  belief.  His 
favorite  church  was  an  odd  little  chapel 
on  St.  James  Place,  favored  by  the  Grena- 
dier Guards.  He  would  attend  service  early 
every  morning. 

"When  you  knew  Peter  long  you  began 
to  feel  how  strongly  love  and  honesty 
must  be  part  of  true  piety.  Peter  was  a 
skipper  of  a  landing  craft  in  the  British 
Navy  during  World  War  II.  He  was  often 
very  frightened.  Yet  his  men  loved  him  as 
I  have  never  seen  men  love  an  officer,  be- 
cause he  never  for  a  moment  pretended 
otherwise — and  also  because  he  stayed  at 
his  post  though  he  couldn't  hide  the  fear 
that  gripped  him. 


"My  favorite  story  involving  Peter  brines 
a  picture  to  mind  that  makes  me  smile 
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dentally, where  he  grew  geraniums  in  clay 
pots.  He  ducked  every  time  the  planes 
dived;  ducked,  and  grabbed  at  his  geran- 
ium pots  to  save  them  from  being  hit,  yell- 
ing alternately  from  fear  and  from  desire 
for  reprisal. 

"  'Get  that  fellow!'  he  would  cry  to  his 
anti-aircraft  crews,  pointing  upward  at  a 
plane  even  as  he  scrooched  over  with  his 
arms  full  of  geraniums.  'No!  That  one!  The 
other  one!  He's  after  my  flowers!' 

"His  men  swear  that  one  day,  off  an 
Italian  beach,  Peter's  prayers  saved  them 
from  certain  disaster.  They  had  just  put  a 
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of  commission.  At  this  moment  they  were 
portside  to  the  land  with  a  stiff  on-shore 
wind  blowing  and  so  close  that  only  a  sharp 
turn  to  right,  or  starboard,  could  take  them 
out  to  sea  and  safety.  But  with  the  port 
propeller  gone  the  starboard  propeller 
would  swing  them  right  into  shore. 

"Nevertheless,  Peter,  they  say,  offered 
up  quick  prayers,  then  signalled  for  full 
power  ahead.  And  the  ship,  against  every 
rule  of  seamanship,  not  to  say  the  mechan- 
ics of  force  and  moving  bodies,  turned 
right!  It  is  hard  to  believe.  It  is  something 
like  putting  your  car  in  reverse  and  yet 
having  it  go  forward.  And  it  must  therefore 
come  under  the  heading  of  miracle  works. 
Yet  I  was  intrigued  some  time  ago  to  read 
that  the  scientists  today  hold  that  physical 
law  is  not  absolute  but  merely  a  matter  of 
high  probabilities.  A  teakettle  of  water 
over  a  fire  has  never  been  known  to  do 
anything  but  boil,  yet,  scientifically  it  is 
possible  for  it  to  freeze  instead!  God  not 
only  performs  his  wonders,  but  has  ar- 
ranged loopholes  by  which  they  can  appear 
to  be  natural  happenings." 

Tt  is  apparent  that  Stewart  never  had  the 
advantage  of  as  loving  an  introduction 
to  religion  as  Peter  had,  and  he  bemoans 
the  fact.  When  Stewart  was  born  his  father 
was  already  50.  When  Stewart  was  old 
enough  to  understand  a  bit  of  what  was 
going  on,  when  he  was  about  nine,  his 
father  was  almost  60. 

"We  were  almost  two  generations  apart 
in  our  views  and  probably  more  than  that 
in  our  habits."  he  comments.  "Intimate 
father-son  chats,  like  Peter  enjoyed,  were 
not  possible.  I  never  had  one  with  him.  My 
father's  death  when  I  was  very  young  pro- 
vided the  occasion  for  my  first  intimate 
relationship  with  the  church,  and  it  was 
a  most  painful  one  for  me. 

"I  stood  close  to  my  mother  at  the  serv- 
ices and  was  conscious  of  her  deep  suffer- 
ing; knew  that  for  her  the  world  had  prac- 
tically come  to  an  end.  When  it  came  time 
for  the  minister  to  speak  I  was  certain  he 
would  say  something  which  would  inspire 
and  comfort  her.  Instead,  he  was  a  man 
who  spoke  in  the  most  worn  platitudes, 
spoke  with  professional  dispatch  ar.d  unc- 
tion, much  like  an  auctioneer  briskly  dis- 
posing of  his  wares,  and  without  a  trace 
of  genuine  feeling  or  sympathy  audible. 
Even  at  my  age  I  sensed  his  inner  disinter- 
est in  his  assignment. 

"Naturally  I  was  bitter  about  it  and  no 
doubt  youthfully  revolted  at  the  whole  idea 
of  the  church.  Later  I  rationalized,  made  a 
distinction  between  the  man  and  what  he 
represented.  There  is  a  difference.  Yet,  to 
this  day,  I  wish  more  attention  would  be 
paid  to  eliminating  this  difference.  I  feel 
that  our  ministers  should  be  our  most  sen- 
sitive men,  our  best  minds,  and,  above  all, 
gentle,  conscientious,  earnest  talkers.  I  am 
forever  offended  by  holy  words  spoken  in 
routine  fashion. 

"I  am  sure  the  world  of  man  needs  reli- 
gion. Peter  proves  that.  A  world  full  of 
men  like  him  would  be  nothing  short  of 
the  Promised  Land.  Peter  is  religion  in 
action." 

As  it  is  for  most  people,  it  is  difficult  for 
Stewart  Granger  to  peg  his  faith,  tell  how 
strong  it  is.  One  suspects  that  he  feels  it  is 
certainly  not  as  strong  as  that  of  some  men 
he  knows,  yet  stronger  than  that  of  others 
he  has  met.  Is  it  strong  enough? 

The  trouble  with  conscience,  as  far  as 
Stewart  is  concerned,  is  that  it  can  often 
make  a  lot  of  trouble  for  him.  His  friends 
report  that  in  the  Army  he  could  not  ac- 
cept the  presence  and  military  functions  of 
chaplains.  It  seemed  wrong  to  him  to  as- 
semble men  before  battle,  for  the  purpose 
of  blessing  their  assignment,  when  that  as- 
signment was  to  go  out  and  slay  their  fel- 


low men.  He  is  credited  with  saying  as 
much,  and  in  the  English  Army,  as  prob- 
ably in  all  Armies,  such  talk  is  not  favor- 
ably received.  Stewart,  it  is  said,  got  his 
come-uppance  in  a  steady  fare  of  the  more 
unpleasant  duties  his  superiors  could  allo- 
cate to  him. 

All  he  had  to  do  was  to  hold  his  tongue 
but  even  in  Hollywood  he  is  not  noted  for 
this  gift.  He  has  told  off  some  of  the  biggest 
men  in  the  industry,  and  whether  seated 
in  a  studio  office  or  on  the  witness  stand 
in  court,  has  always,  and  bluntly,  made 
his  thoughts  plain.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  he 
doesn't  think  that  holding  one's  tongue  is 
always  best  described  as  the  practice  of 
tact.  He  thinks  that  more  often  it  amounts 
to  the  practice  of  moral  cowardice. 

"A  fellow  who  wants  to  get  along  without 
unpleasantness  often  finds  himself  silent 
while  the  God-awfullest  things  happen  in 
front  of  his  eyes,"  he  declares.  This  harks 
back  to  his  feelin"  about  chaplains  in  the 
Army.  He  doesn't  think  war  will  ever  be 
eliminated  if  people  do  not  admit  to  them- 
selves that  it  never  can  be  sanctified  reli- 
giously. Yet  he  does  not  make  statements 
like  these  as  if  he  were  lecturing.  He  seems 
to  be  lost  in  his  thoughts  and  they  come 
out  as  if  he  were  simply  giving  voice  to  his 
conscience. 

rT,H'!  distinction  between  moral  coward- 
-*-  ice  and  physical  cowardice  is  one  which 
Stewart  is  known  to  have  studied  for  most 
of  his  life.  He  considers  the  first  of  these, 
morel  cowardice,  the  root  of  the  most  seri- 
ous evil  in  man's  history.  He  thinks  that  it 
permits  men  to  look  on  injustice  with 
equanimity,  or  more  often  lets  them  turn 
their  backs  on  it  and  pretend  it  isn't  taking 
place.  Whereas  physical  cowardice,  in  his 
opinion,  while  hardly  an  inspiring  facet 
of  man's  makeup,  is  as  necessary  to  his 
survival  as  his  ability  to  breathe. 

He  points  out  that  in  dealings  with  his 
son,  Jamie,  born  of  his  first  marriage,  he 
has  had  several  opportunities  to  be  a  moral 
coward  by  pretending  to  the  boy  that  he 
never  had  been  a  physical  one.  "No  man 
wants  his  son  to  think  he  is  a  coward  but 
I  deliberately  made  a  point  of  doing  so," 
Stewart  says. 

When  Jamie  was  about  eight  he  made  a 
visit  from  England  to  see  Stewart  in  Cali- 
fornia. One  late  afternoon,  after  he  had  at- 
tended a  Halloween  party,  it  seemed  to 
Stewart  that  Jamie  was  being  unusually 
silent  and  giving  evidence  of  inner  anguish. 
The  boy  refused  to  tell  what  was  wrong 
but  from  the  nurse  who  had  accompanied 
him  Stewart  learned  that  he  had  been 
threatened  by  three  boys  at  the  party  and 
she  thought  he  was  suffering  because  he 
felt  himself  a  coward — he  had  run. 

"Were  you  scared?"  Stewart  asked 
Jamie.  "Tell  the  truth.  The  truth  never 
hurts.  I  have  often  been  scared  in  my  life." 

"Have  you,  really?"  Jamie  asked. 

"Yes." 

Then  Jamie  admitted  it. 

"Look,  Jamie,"  Stewart  said.  "This  is 
something  you  must  learn.  If  three  boys  are 
going  to  set  on  you,  run.  If  two  boys — run. 
If  one  boy  and  he  is  bigger  than  you — run. 
If  one  boy  and  he  is  your  size,  stay  and 
fight.  It  won't  be  terrible.  If  one  boy  and 
he  is  smaller  than  you  are,  don't  fight.  Let 
him  run.  That's  the  way  of  the  world." 

"But  isn't  that  wrong,  Dad?"  Jamie 
asked. 

"What  could  I  say,"  added  Stewart, 
"knowing  that  if  he  doesn't  learn  to  bend 
reasonably  with  the  winds  that  will  blow 
at  him  in  his  years  to  come  he  will  be 
destroyed?" 

Stewart  reports  that  he  answered  "No." 
"More  than  anything  else  I  want 
Jamie  to  be  honest,"  Stewart  declares.  "I 
want  him  to  know  that  the  fox  who  flees 
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honestly  as  human  beings  who  have  sinned, 
as  what  we  are.  Somehow,  in  admitting  our 
weaknesses,  there  is  a  saving  grace; 
enough,  I  hope,  to  count." 

According  to  Stewart  he  spent  much  of 
his  early  twenties  being  a  foolish  pretender 
about  himself.  He  worried  so  deeply  about 
a  fancied  cowardice  that  he  would  delib- 
erately pick  fights  when  there  was  abso- 
lutely no  provocation.  He  would  challenge 
a  man  in  a  pub  because  he  fancied  the 
man  was  looking  at  him  insolently.  Before 
he  made  the  challenge  he  would  be  shak- 
ing inside  with  fear  of  what  would  happen. 
But  he  had  to  do  it.  "It  was  a  horrible 
thing,"  Stewart  recalls. 

TJe  used  to  know  Freddie  Mills,  former 
light  heavyweight  champion  of  Eng- 
land, and  would  spar  with  him  at  exhibi- 
tions. They  would  go  to  events  like  picnics 
staged  for  the  benefit  of  the  English  Ford 
company,  and  put  on  a  bout  before  thou- 
sands of  their  workers.  Stewart  thought 
that  out  of  such  deeds  he  would  rise  in  his 


own  estimation  and  be  able  to  live  with 
himself  without  being  besieged  by  all 
sorts  of  doubts.  But  it  didn't  work. 

"Nothing  worked  for  me  but  the  truth — 
the  truth  about  who  I  am  and  what  I  am. 
And — I'm  just  another  chap.  No  more — no 
less,"  he  says. 

"I  remember  that  when  I  wanted  to  be 
an  actor  I  held  back  from  trying  until  after 
I  was  twenty  because  I  thought  acting  was 
effete  work  for  a  man.  I  was  hardly  being 
honest  with  myself.  What  I  was  afraid  of 
was  being  accused  of  being  effete.  That-', 
quite  another  story. 

"When  I  could  admit  this  to  myself  ) 
went  on  the  stage.  There  were  times  when 
the  very  accusations  I  had  feared  were 
made  I  coped  with  them  the  best  way  I 
could.  I  don't  think  a  man  is  to  be  blamed 
for  ducking  a  blow,  but  I  do  think  he  is 
wrong  to  hang  back  from  some  desired 
step  because  it  might  bring  on  a  blow.  The 
first  is  an  act  of  self-preservation,  the  sec- 
ond is  debasing  one's  self." 

Out  of  this  interview  with  Stewart 
Granger,  dealing  with  matters  that  he 
would  rather  not  have  discussed  (but  from 
which  it  was  against  his  principles  to  run ) , 
it  became  apparent  that  he  does  not  con- 
sider it  an  easy  matter  to  solve  one's  spiri- 
tual problems.  In  his  honesty  he  gives  the 
impression  that  he,  for  one,  has  not  yet 
found  the  formula;  the  teaching  of  the 
Scriptures,  multiplied  by  the  number  of 
times  he  has  had  to  violate  them  to  live  in 
a  practical  world,  has  probably  not  yet 
equaled  X  for  him — X,  of  course,  being  the 
possession  of  a  pure  faith. 

"Man  is  to  his  God  what  he  is  to  him- 
self," is  about  the  most  direct  conclusion 
Stewart  ventured  to  make.  "You  might  say 
I  am  working  on  myself."  END 

(Stewart  Granger  can  now  be  seen  in 
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(Continued  from  page  37)  went  steady  or 
anything  like  that.  After  we  had  gone  out 
for  a  few  months,  I  felt  it  was  unfair  to 
Debbie  to  be  monopolizing  so  much  of  her 
time.  One  night  when  I  was  driving  her 
home,  we  talked  about  it.  We  both  decided 
it  would  be  better  if  we  didn't  see  so  much 
of  each  other.  It  was  all  very  friendly." 

But  others  decided  that  a  big  thing 
should  be  made  of  it.  One  magazine  edi- 
tor called  him  breathlessly  and  demanded 
to  know  the  reasons  for  the  breakup  of 
their  engagement. 

"You  were  the  ones  who  made  this  ap- 
pear to  be  a  big  romance,"  Bob  replied  em- 
phatically. "You  were  the  ones  who  had 
us  engaged.  Now  you  can  dream  up  the 
reasons  why  we  are  breaking  up." 

A  nother  thing  that  makes  Bob  sore  is 
the  implication  that  his  short-lived 
"engagement"  to  Terry  Moore  was  a  pub- 
licity stunt.  When  the  two  were  location- 
ing  with  12-Mile  Reef,  the  news  broke 
from  Florida  that  they  would  be  married 
shortly.  The  report  was  quickly  denied, 
and  the  scoffers  then  said  it  was  all  a 
grandstand  play  for  newspaper  space. 

The  truth  is  that  Bob  was  no  party  to  the 
fiasco  and  was  genuinely  upset  by  it.  He 
immediately  called  the  studio  publicity 
chief  to  see  what  could  be  done  about  stop- 
ping the  story  and  determining  the  source. 
No  one  at  the  studio  has  yet  determined 
how  the  story  got  into  print. 

"I  have  to  be  more  careful  than  some 
other  actors.  I  have  been  fortunate  in 
having  a  following  of  young  kids.  Al- 
though that  has  been  great  for  my  career,  it 
also  presents  certain  responsibilities.  I 
can't  do  anything  disillusioning." 


Bob  has  a  point  there.  The  bobbysox 
following  is  not  to  be  trifled  with  in  mat- 
ters of  personal  lives.  Van  Johnson  dis- 
covered that.  He  was  absolutely  tops  with 
the  malt  shop  crowd  until  he  ran  off  to 
marry  his  best  friend's  wife.  His  fans 
didn't  think  that  was  cricket,  and  his  pop- 
ularity took  a  nosedive. 

The  Bob  Wagner-Barbara  Stanwyck 
"affair"  was  an  item  that  kept  the  gossip 
columnists  busy  for  a  spell.  It  was  blown 
up  m  such  a  manner  that  it  proved  very 
embarrassing  to  both  Bob  and  Barbara. 

"There's  another  case  of  jumping  to  con- 
clusions,'' Bob  explained.  "It  happened 
this  way:  when  we  were  making  Titanic. 
Barbara.  Clifton  Webb,  Thelma  Ritter  and 
I  would  always  have  lunch  together. 

"On  Halloween,  we  decided  to  have  our 
own  tricks  or  treats.  We  were  all  going 
to  Romanoff's  for  dinner  and  have  a  lot  of 
fun.  Thelma  couldn't  join  us,  so  there  were 
just  Clifton,  Barbara  and  I." 

A  columnist  happened  by  their  table  that 
night  and  Clifton  remarked,  "I'd  like 
you  to  meet  our  illegitimate  son,  Robert." 
It  was  all  very  jolly.  But  the  next  day,  the 
columnist  wrote  that  Barbara  Stanwyck 
and  Robert  Wagner  were  doing  the  night 
spots  together. 

Then  other  columnists  played  with  the 
combination,  and  the  magazines  took  the 
items  and  blew  the  whole  thing  up  into  a 
big  romance.  The  term  has  been  misused 
in  the  Hollywood  parlance,  but  Bob  and 
Barbara  have  been  and  intend  to  remain 
merely  good  friends. 

Bob's  friendship  with  Dan  Dailey  has 
been  another  target  for  the  self-appointed 
critics.  These  busybodies  have  promoted 
the  notion  that  Dan  is  a  bad  influence  on 


the  younger  actor.  Dailey,  worldly-wise 
and  from  a  different  background  from 
Bob's,  was  supposed  to  be  giving  him  a 
liberal  education  in  Hollywood  night  life. 
The  fact  that  they  had  adjoining  apart- 
ments added  to  the  fable. 

"Baloney,"  said  Bob  in  reply  to  all  of 
this.  "It  was  by  accident  that  I  got  an 
apartment  next  to  Dan's.  I  had  to  have  a 
place  big  enough  to  accommodate  my  folks 
when  they  got  into  town." 

He  and  Dan  have  done  some  water- 
skiing  and  other  sports  together,  but  that's 
as  far  as  it  goes. 

What  about  the  growing  reports  that 
Wagner  is  getting  difficult  about  pub- 
licity?   They  are  largely  untruths,  he  said. 

The  lad  has  been  the  subject  of  more 
magazine  articles  than  any  other  new 
player  in  screen  history.  He  has  done 
over  100  in  the  last  12  months.  He  has  re- 
mained at  the  top  of  all  the  movie  magazine 
polls  for  months,  and  writers  continue  to 
clamor  for  interviews. 

Some  players  in  a  similar  situation  get 
concerned.  Dale  Robertson,  for  example. 
He  says  he  has  received  too  much  public- 
ity; he  has  turned  down  magazine  stories 
because  he  fears  he  is  burning  out  his  ca- 
reer before  his  time.  I  asked  Bob  if  he 
subscribed  to  the  Robertson  theory. 

"No,  I  don't  think  you  can  get  too  much 
publicity,"  he  observed.  "But  there  is  such 
a  thing  as  getting  the  wrong  kind  of  pub- 
licity. That's  one  thing  I've  tried  to  watch, 
and  that's  why  I  may  have  got  some  people 
mad  at  me. 

"I  present  a  problem,  as  far  as  publicity 
is  concerned.  I'm  23  years  old  and  have 
led  a  fairly  quiet  life.  Yet  the  magazines 
have  to  keep  turning  out  more  stories 
about  me.  They  can  tell  my  life  story  just 
so  many  times,  and  then  they  have  to  start 
resorting  to  gimmicks.  Some  of  the  gim- 
micks can  make  me  look  pretty  silly  if  I 
submit  to  them.  So,  I've  turned  down 
some  of  them. 

"But  that  doesn't  mean  I'm  getting 
difficult.  I'll  do  any  interview  I'm  asked 
to  do,  as  long  as  it's  done  intelligently." 

A  columnist  recently  carried  the  item 
that  on  Barbara  Stanwyck's  suggestion, 
Bob  had  hired  her  press  agent  in  an  effort 
to  cut  down  his  publicity.  The  truth  is 
that  Bob  has  known  the  publicist  for 
years  and  has  often  gone  to  her  for  advice. 
But  he  hasn't  hired  her  to  work  for  him 
and  is  perfectly  happy  with  the  job  that 
his  studio  publicity  department  has  done. 

Magazine  writers  have  made  much  of  the 
fact  that  Bob  comes  from  a  well-to-do 
family.  Some  have  even  gone  so  far  as  to 
assert  that  Bob  used  his  wealth  to  get  into 
pictures;  that  his  father  helped  him  to  win 
his  job. 

What  about  these  stories? 
"More  baloney,"  Bob  snorted.  "Sure, 
my  folks  are  well  off,  but  they're  not 
loaded."  It's  true  that  R.  J.  Wagner,  Sr.,  did 


help  out  with  Bob's  career,  but  in  a  very 
businesslike  way. 

"My  dad  staked  me  when  I  was  trying 
to  break  into  pictures,"  said  Bob.  "I  ran 
out  of  my  own  money,  and  an  actor  has  to 
buy  his  own  clothes  and  so  forth.  By  the 
time  I  got  my  contract  at  Fox,  I  was  $3,- 
000  in  debt.  I  started  at  $150  a  week, 
and  that  was  for  only  20  out  of  26  weeks. 
By  the  time  I  had  paid  Dad  back,  I  had  to 
start  borrowing  again." 

As  for  his  father's  getting  him  the  job, 
that's  sheer  nonsense.  Bob's  success  was 
strictly  a  matter  of  his  own  hard  work 
and  good  luck.  He  hustled  himself  around 
the  studios  with  scant  success.  Then  one 
night  he  was  dining  with  his  folks  at  the 
Gourmet  restaurant  in  Beverly  Hills.  He 
clowned  with  a  friend  at  the  piano,  and 
Henry  Willson  was  struck  by  his  pleasant 
personality.  The  topflight  agent  took  over 
Bob's  career  and  lined  up  a  contract  at  20th 
Century-Fox. 

XT  ere  are  some  more  untruths  that  need 
to  be  brought  out  into  the  light: 
Lie:  That  Bob  dated  the  boss'  daughter, 
Susan  Zanuck,  in  order  to  get  ahead  at  the 
studio. 

Fact:  Bob's  career  was  well  on  its  way 
to  success  before  he  ever  dated  Susan.  He 
and  Susan  had  good  times  together,  and 
their  dates  had  nothing  to  do  with  busi- 
ness. 

Lie:  That  Bob  is  a  playboy  who  dates 
a  different  doll  every  night. 

Fact:  Like  every  young  man  who  is 
not  eager  for  marriage  at  this  time,  he 
takes  out  a  lot  of  girls.  But  he's  no  wolf. 
"I  don't  think  it's  a  good  idea  to  take  a 
different  girl  out  to  the  night  clubs  three 
and  four  nights  a  week,"  he  said.  "They 
take  your  picture,  and  the  shots  end  up 
in  a  layout  in  a  magazine,  each  one  with 
a  different  girl.  It  makes  you  look  like 
a  loose  character." 

Lie:  That  Bob  is  getting  fed  up  with  the 
movie  star  routine. 

Fact:  "I'm  the  luckiest  guy  in  the  world. 
I'm  doing  stimulating  work  and  getting 
paid  well  for  it.  I  get  to  live  in  California, 
which  is  the  best  place  in  the  world  to  live. 

"Sure,  there  are  some  drawbacks  to  being 
well-known.  Sometimes  I  even  get  fright- 
ened when  I  go  out  on  tour  and  I  see  the 
kids  yelling  and  screaming  at  you  as 
though  you  were  some  kind  of  god.  But 
it's  kind  of  wonderful,  too.  Any  star  who 
says  he  is  sick  of  the  routine  of  signing 
autographs  and  so  forth  is  just  plain  nuts. 
He  knew  he  was  getting  into  that  kind  of 
life  when  he  started  in  the  picture  busi- 
ness. The  advantages  far  outweigh  any 
disadvantages." 

Lie:  That  Bob  has  gone  Hollywood  and 
is  tossing  his  wealth  around  like  an  oil 
millionaire. 

Fact:  Bob  earns  $350  a  week,  which  is 
small  potatoes  compared  with  other  movie 
star  salaries.  What's  more,  he  draws  no 
salary  12  weeks  out  of  the  year.  Bob's  ex- 
penses are  not  fabulous.  He  is  currently 
driving  a  1949  Ford  while  most  stars  of  his 
caliber  are  motoring  with  Jags  and  Cads. 
Despite  his  sensible  living,  Bob  found  he 
couldn't  save  a  cent  from  his  salary,  once 
he  had  paid  his  agent's  ten  per  cent,  in- 
surance, clothes,  rent,  etc.  So  he  had  a 
talk  with  a  business  agent  who  handles 
stars  like  Humphrey  Bogart  and  Dick 
Powell. 

"If  you  can't  save  on  $350  a  week, 
you  probably  couldn't  save  on  $60,000  a 
year,"  the  agent  chided.  "Do  you  realize 
that  some  judges  make  only  as  much  as 
you  do  and  yet  are  able  to  maintain  nice 
houses  and  cars,  put  their  children  through 
school,  etc?" 

Bob  was  convinced.  He  hired  the  man 
to  supervise  his  finances.  Now  Bob  is  on 
a  strict  budget  so  that  "I  couldn't  get  an 
extra  quarter  to  see  an  earthquake." 


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beat  the  $1.48  fare  — round  trip!  It 
often  takes  more  time  for  the  Chi- 
cago girls  to  get  home  —  than  for  me 
to  go  all  the  way  to  Bloomingdale." 

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He's  a  sensible  boy  where  money  is 
concerned.  "I  can't  see  how  some  of  these 
actors  can  go  in  for  big  houses  and  ex- 
pensive cars,"  he  mused.  "They  can't  pos- 
sibly do  it  and  stay  out  of  debt.  Then  they 
start  getting  behind  in  their  income  taxes." 

Lie:  That  Bob  is  mad  at  his  studio  for 
keeping  his  salary  low. 

Fact:  Bob  has  no  beef  with  20th-Fox.  A 
less  level-headed  performer  might  be 
pounding  the  executives'  desks  and  de- 
manding more  money.  After  all,  $350  a 
week  is  pretty  small  change  for  a  guy 
who  has  starred  in  12-Mile  Reef  and 
Prince  Valiant,  two  of  the  big  Technicolor 
CinemaScope  epics. 

"I'm  grateful  to  the  studio,"  said  Bob. 
"After  all,  when  I  came  here  four  years 
ago,  I  couldn't  read  the  label  off  a  jar  with 
any  dramatic  value.  I  couldn't  have  had 
better  training.  Every  picture  I  have  been 
in  has  been  a  top  attraction,  with  the  ex- 
ception of  two.  That's  the  kind  of  buildup 
you  can  get  only  at  a  major  studio." 

But  don't  get  the  idea  that  he  is  being 
a  Pollyanna  about  this.  He's  shrewd 
enough  to  know  that  the  present  situa- 
tion is  in  his  favor. 

"I  could  probably  go  to  the  studio  now 
and  get  a  new  deal,"  he  reasoned.  "Or  I 
could  wait  until  my  next  option  time  in 
April.  By  then  12-Mile  Reef  and  Prince 
Valiant  will  be  out,  and  I  will  be  in  a  bet- 
ter   bargaining  position. 

"Prince  Valiant  alone  is  worth  five  mil- 
lion dollars  to  me,  as  far  as  my  future  ca- 


reer is  concerned.  It  is  a  natural,  the 
kind  of  picture  that  comes  to  an  actor 
once  in  a  lifetime.  Why  should  I  be  mad 
at  the  studio?" 

T)  ob  looks  at  his  career  from  a  long-range 
point  of  view.  If  he  signs  a  new  con- 
tract within  a  year,  he'll  be  about  30  when 
he  gets  out  of  the  studio.  By  that  time—if 
his  success  continues  to  grow — he  will  be 
able  to  grab  off  the  really  big  money  en- 
joyed by  free-lance  stars. 

"I've  got  to  get  off  the  dime  and  prove 
myself,"  he  said.  "I've  come  to  the  point 
where  I  must  move  ahead  into  the  field 
where  the  big  competition  is.  I've  done 
all  right  with  the  younger  crowd,  but  now 
I  must  establish  myself  with  the  older 
audiences." 

Unfortunately  more  and  more  lies  will 
be  told  about  him  as  he  progresses.  "I 
can't  understand  it,"  said  Bob.  "Most  of 
the  people  who  tell  these  lies  make  a 
good  living  from  the  motion  picture  busi- 
ness. Yet  they  continue  to  spread  malicious 
gossip  that  does  harm  to  the  industry. 

"Why,  I  can't  believe  people  could  re- 
peat the  twisted,  distorted  things  that  I 
hear  are  said  about  me.  There  are  things 
you  couldn't  print.  Now  people  spread 
these  stupid  lies  about  me  as  though  they 
were  the  honest  truth." 

It's  an  old  Hollywood  axiom  that  the 
bigger  the  star  the  bigger  the  target.  That's 
something  Bob  Wagner  will  have  to  face 
as  his  success  grows.  END 


mistakes  that  made  her  famous 


(Continued  from  page  50)  Brentwood  Park, 
West  Los  Angeles,  California. 

"Pulling  a  rock"  is  sports  page  patois 
for  making  a  mistake.  Make  enough  of 
them  and  you  call  it  experience.  (Oscar 
Wilde — roughly.) 

"Wilde  was  a  true  cynic,"  said  Miss 
Crawford.  "Bitter,  too.  What  a  criminal 
waste  of  time,  being  bitter!  Where  is  the 
point?  Curling  up  with  a — a  cud  of 
misery!  Mistakes  add  up  to  experience 
only  if  you  profit  by  them.  But  then  they 
are  experience,  whatever  Wilde  may  have 
thought  about  it." 

But  she  had  made  them? 

"Do  I  seem  to  you  to  have  divine  at- 
tributes? Of  course,  I've  made  them.  I'd 
hate  to  count.  I've  made  them  and  I've 
tried  to  learn  from  them,  but  if  I  had  to 
do  it  all  over  again,  I'd  make  the  same 
ones,  because  I  am  what  I  am.  A  fresh 
start  wouldn't  change  me.  I'd  be  little 
Lucille  Le  Sueur  just  as  I  was  before,  the 
same  weapons,  the  same  frailties.  Mistakes! 
Oh,  yes." 

And  would  she  specify? 

"I'd  rather  generalize.  You  can  see 
the  reason  for  that,  can't  you?"  It  was  a 
very  hot  day  in  Brentwood  Park,  West 
Los  Angeles,  etc.  Most  unusual.  There 
were  parboiled  publicists  at  the  bottom 
of  Miss  Crawford's  garden,  and  another 
interrogator  waiting  to  come  to  bat.  Here 
on  the  east  patio  of  the  lovely  home  that 
is  in  a  constant  state  of  growth  or  flux, 
there  were  exterior  evidences  of  home- 
work well  done — or  so  one  could  surmise. 
In  the  past,  Miss  Crawford  has  been 
charged  by  critics  with  being  rather 
vociferously  over-groomed.  She  wore  a 
simple  cotton  dress  now  and  she  had 
kicked  off  her  shoes.  She  has  been 
scored,  as  a  matter  of  record,  with  being 
on  occasion  oppressively  regal  in  bearing, 
the  Movie  Star  in  spades.  It  may  once 
have  been  so;  it  is  not  so  today.  She  is 
amiable,  humorous  and  self-deprecating. 
It  has  been  said  of  her  that  her  public  ut- 
terances are,  or  were,  painfully  contrived. 
On  the  contrary,  she  is,  with  the  possible 


exception  of  Humphrey  Bogart,  the  warm- 
est, most  candid  and  unguarded  lip  in 
Hollywood.  Her  friends  in  the  press — and 
the  press  is  very  fond  of  her — tend  to 
protect  her  for  her  own  good.  Miss  Craw- 
ford underwent  several  nasty  jolts  before 
she  learned  the  efficacy  of  the  off-the- 
record  pronouncement.  Now  she  says,  "No 
more  talking  off  the  record." 

A  nother,  much  lesser,  actress  had  that 
-^-morning  sounded  off  for  a  wire  service 
on  the  subject  of  men  in  general.  Men  in 
general  were  foul  balls.  Wasn't  that  a 
corollary  instance  of  indiscretion? 

Miss  Crawford  grinned,  a  facial  con- 
tortion not  permitted  many  women,  but 
on  her  it  looks  good. 

"Very  corollary,"  she  said.  "But  maybe 
she  has  another  reason  for  not  liking  them. 
I  hear  she  smells  a  bit — uh — musky."  There 
was  a  moment's  tight  silence,  then 
strangled  laughter.  "Oh,  no!"  said  Miss 
Crawford.  "Tie  me  down  and  gag  me 
before  I —  Dear  heaven,  where  were  we? 
Quick!" 

"Generalize." 

"Generalize.  All  right.  You  understand, 
I  can't  talk  about  my  mistakes  in  terms  of 
my  husbands.  Wouldn't  if  I  could."  Doug- 
las Fairbanks,  Jr.  Franchot  Tone.  Phil 
Terry.  "They  were  fine  guys.  From  each 
of  them,  I — oh,  you  know.  Let's  not  sound 
as  though  I  milked  people  for  what  they 
had  to  offer.  They  were  fine  guys,  period. 
And  I  don't  want  to  talk  about  the  pic- 
tures I  shouldn't  have  made  because  there 
we're  involving  directors  or  writers  or 
producers  or  all  three,  and  what's  done  is 
done.  I'm  not  blameless,  either,  not  by  a 
very  long  shot.  You  know  something, 
when  I  make  a  good,  solid  bloomer,  like 
a  picture  a  while  ago  that  shall  be  name- 
less, it's  because  I  think  about  the  thing. 
I  reason.  With  me,  that's  apt  to  be  fatal. 
If  I  don't  go  by  instinct,  I'm  wrong  nine 
times  out  of  ten.  By  instinct  alone,  I  bat 
anyway  .500,  maybe  a  little  better. 

"But  in  general,  my  greatest  mistake, 
only  it's  more  a  failing  than  a  mistake,  is 


wanting  so  desperately  to  be  liked.  That 
doesn't  make  me  unique,  I  know,  but  I 
work  too  hard  at  it.  I — I  seem  to  need 
friendship,  not  just  enjoy,  but  need  it  like 
a  plant  needs  water.  I  go  overboard  and 
press,  and  it  makes  people  wary.  I  don't 
know,  I  think  they're  thinking,  'What's 
this?',  and  sometimes  they  shy  away,  and 
I  know  what  I'm  doing  wrong  but  then 
I  can't  help  it;  the  momentum's  established. 
Friendship  should  come  easily  and  natur- 
ally and  even  casually;  I  know  that  but  I 
don't  feel  it.  You  understand?  I've  driven 
off  people  by  just  the  intensity  of  my  need 
for  their  affection.  Isn't  that  funny?  No, 
that's  not  funny.  Not  to  me.  Listen. 
I  don't  sound  pathetic,  do  I?  I'm  not  pa- 
thetic.   I'm  a  certain  way,  that's  all." 

The  leather-bound  book  lay  open  on 
Miss  Crawford's  lap,  the  adopted  con- 
clusions of  her  elders  painstakingly  as- 
sembled in  her  own  slanting  hand.  An 
educator  who  had  greatly  influenced  her 
formative  thinking  had  made  his  contribu- 
tion, and  she  had  noted  it  and  stuck  with 
it  with  rather  touching  accuracy  and  faith. 
"The  world."  (she  must  have  written  from 
memory  or  dictation),  "is  not  interested  in 
your  troubles.  When  your  problems  are 
the  deepest,  let  your  laughter  be  the 
loudest." 

"Not  pathetic,"  said  Miss  Crawford. 
"Please  not  pathetic.  All  right,  here's  an- 
other. I've  mistaken  opportunists  for 
friends.  Let's  be  sure  and  get  that  one 
straight.  I  have  to  use  a  label  I  don't 
like  to  use.  Movie  star.  But  I  don't  mean 
myself,  Joan  Crawford,  as  a  movie  star, 
big  wheel,  anything  like  that.  A  movie 
star,  however  much  she  herself  may  hap- 
pen to  contribute  to  the  process,  is  really 
in  the  end  the  product  of  a  system.  A — 
there's  a  good  word  for  this — a — a  happen- 
stance. A  happenstance.  But  a  movie  star 
is  a  fact,  too.  And  as  a  fact,  a  movie  star 
is  an  exploitable  asset.  Mmm.  This  is  one 
of  my  really  glib  days.  So  anyway,  men 
would  call  me  and  want  dates,  but  not  with 
me  and  not  even  with  Joan  Crawford,  but 
with  a  movie  star,  and  only  for  the  good 
it  would  do  them,  for  a  career  boost  or 
a  little  publicity  or  what  have  you.  Frank- 
ly, it's  not  very  flattering.  I'll  be  franker 
than  that.  It's  a  little  nauseating.  I  like 
guys  who  call  for  dates  and  I  respect  actors 
who  look  for  jobs.  But  I  wish  they  would 
make  it  two  separate  phone  calls." 

Lauren  Bacall  tells  about  the  friend- 
ly argument  Humphrey  Bogart  and 
Richard  Burton  had  recently  about 
acting.  Neither  convinced  the 
other  he  was  right.  Suddenly  Bogie 
left  the  room,  returned  with  his 
Oscar,  slammed  it  down  on  the 
table  and  said,  "See.  This  proves 
I'm  right." 

Sidney  Skolsky 
N.  Y.  Post 

It  should  be  noted  here  that  Miss  Craw- 
ford's voice  was  neither  plaintive  nor 
querulous.  Evidently  she  had  simply 
come  to  a  conclusion  and  then  thrust  it 
behind  her.  "How  active,"  Miss  Crawford 
had  written  in  her  book,  copying  labor- 
iously a  random  thought  of  Alexander 
Pope's,  "springs  the  mind  that  leaves  the 
load  of  yesterday  behind." 

Joan  Crawford  is  a  load-leaver  of  con- 
siderable adroitness  and  strength.  ("I 
never  look  back!  Never,  never!  What  can 
be  more  stupid?")  The  motion  picture  in- 
dustry calls  her  tough  and  it  calls  her 
shrewd,  but  with  vast  respect  and  in  many 
cases  actual  affection.  The  jungle  leams 
to  appreciate  and  sometimes  to  love  its 
own.  Nobody  ever  thought  she  had  it 
terribly  easy,  although  that  is  a  biographi- 
cal phase  she  does  not  dwell  on.  But 


neither  has  anyone  felt  she  wasn't  capable 
of  protecting  herself  in  the  clinches.  She  has 
once  in  a  while  taken  something  of  a  beating 
from  the  ringsiders  but  like  any  good  pro 
fighter,  she  hasn't  let  it  distract  her. 

Or  maybe  she  has — a  trifle.  It's  her 
business.  In  lieu  of  direct  comment,  she 
underscored  in  the  book  a  borrowing  from 
Voltaire  and  read  it  aloud  with  somewhat 
more  feeling  than  she  had  accorded  the 
rest: 

"I  envy  the  beasts  two  things — their 
ignorance  of  evil  to  come  and  their  igno- 
rance of  what  is  said  about  them." 

Well,  Miss  Crawford  shouldn't  feel  too 
bad  about  this.  She  does  better  than  par 
for  the  course.  A  fast  but  thorough  piece  of 
research  in  support  of  this  essay  would 
indicate  that  among  things  said  about  her 
are  these:  She's  honest,  good-hearted, 
and  generous  to  a  fault.  Her  professional 
courtesy  is  impeccable,  and  she  has  many 
of  the  virtues  customarily  supposed  to  be 
limited  to  men,  such  as  forthright  willing- 
ness to  acknowledge  error  where  she  is 
wrong. 

"Dirr  let  us  say  that  she  is,  by  her  own 
necessary  lights,  tough.  Who  wants  to 
be  used,  maneuvered  or  exploited?  Who 
wants  to  bite  for  the  same  dodge  over  and 
over  again?  That's  where  Cliquot  comes 
in.  Cliquot,  in  fact,  did  come  in,  right 
about  then.  Cliquot  is  Miss  Crawford's 
poodle,  smart  even  for  a  poodle  and  poodles 
are  the  nuclear  physicists  among  dogs.  Miss 
Crawford  is  unreservedly  devoted  to  Cli- 
quot. In  her  heart,  he  may  occupy  second 
place  to  her  four  adopted  children.  He  may. 
Cliquot  came  in,  offered  a  rubber  ball  in  an 
advanced  state  of  deterioration,  was  fussed 
over  mightily,  and  went  away  again.  There 
was  something  faintly  moving  in  the  scene, 
as  there  is  in  the  scene  of  any  person 
with  fame,  influence  or  authority  in  the 
presence  of  his  dog. 

"Here's  a  third  thing,"  she  said.  "And 
this  may  be  the  greatest  mistake  of  all;  | 
I  don't  care  what  I  said  to  begin  with.  Fm 
too  honest.  You've  heard  people  say 
they're  too  honest  but  give  it  that  tone 
that  means  they  want  you  to  pat  them  on 
the  head.  Not  me.  There's  honesty  and 
honesty  but  you  can  learn  to  temper 
bluntness.  You  can.  I  can't.  If  my  friends 
make  mistakes,  I  have  to  run  and  tell 
them  about  it.  Believe  me,  it's  a  form  of 
well-meaning  helpfulness  that's  likely  to 
get  you  strictly  nowhere.  But  strictly. 
Mistake?  It's  a  mistake  all  right.  Some- 
times I  think  anything  that  costs  you  a 
friend  is  a  mistake.  And  that  has  cost 
me  some." 

Evening  was  coming  on  now  and  the  air 
cooled  a  little.  Miss  Crawford  leaned 
back  in  the  lounge  chair  and  her  slightly 
tense  face  with  the  matchless  bone  struc- 
ture assumed  a  kind  of  repose.  She  closed 
her  eyes  and  for  a  brief  moment  looked 
tired.   Was  she? 

The  much-caricatured  eyes  opened  wide 
again.  "Do  you  know  wThat  they  call  me? 
They  call  me  'The  General'.  I'm  not  tired. 
I  sleep  two  hours  a  night.  Never  any 
more.  Being  tired  must  be  a  little  like 
dying.  Here.  Read  this."  It  was  a  jotting 
in  the  book  from  a  gent  named  Clark,  who 
had  felt  it  incumbent  to  declare:  "I  have 
lived  to  know  that  the  secret  of  happiness 
is  never  to  allow  your  energies  to  stag- 
nate." 

But  on  two  hours  sleep  a  night? 

"On  two  hours  sleep  a  night!  It's  all  I 
need.  I  guess  it's  because  each  new  day 
is  such  a  big  deal  to  me.  Whatever  it 
brings,  you  know,  it's  exciting.  I  can't  re- 
member any  one  day  when  there  wasn't 
something,  something!"  Edison,  next  to 
Miss  Crawford,  was  a  sack  hound.  "I  go 
to  bed  fairly  early  but  I  read  and  read, 
and  I'm  never  asleep  before  four  or  four- 


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thirty.  Then  up  early,  and  so  forth.  Truly, 
it  doesn't  bother  me."  And  truly,  she 
didn't  look  as  if  it  did.  The  momentary 
dropping  of  the  lids  had  passed. 

When  Modern  Screen  walked  in,  Miss 
Crawford  had  just  finished  a  high  pressure 
conference  with  agents  and  writers 
apropos  a  script.  Daily  these  were  going 
on  and  on  and  Miss  C.  was  surrounded  by 
omniscient  males,  some  of  whom  had 
begun  to  get  her  goat. 

"Some  of  the  men  I  work  with  resent 
a  career  woman!"  she  pronounced  sud- 
denly, "in  the  same  way  they  resent  a 
woman  with  a  sense  of  humor!  It's  an 
impingement  on  their  egos,  in  case  you 
can  spell  'impingement'.  I  could  make 
it  reflection.  They  sit  around  and  I  can 
practically  hear  them  thinking:  'Now,  now, 
dear,  you're  only  a  woman.  We  know 
what's  best.'  So  many  are  like  that.  The 
loyal  opposition.  Well,  bless  the  oppo- 
sition's hearts.  I  don't  know  what  I  would 
have  done  over  the  years  without  enemies. 
They're  like  a  home.  Beloved  enemy!  Who 
said  that?    It  doesn't  matter." 

She  was  not,  then,  affronted  by  enmities? 

Women  do  not  snort  but  Miss  Crawford 
came  reasonably  close  to  it.  "Affronted! 
The  book,  darling,  the  book.  Right — there!" 
Right  there  was  this:  "He  that  wrestles 
with  us  strengthens  our  nerves  and  sharp- 
ens our  skills.  Our  antagonist  is  our 
helper." 

She  put  the  book  back  beside  her. 
"You're  going  to  ask  me  in  a  minute  why 
I  don't  give  up  the  battle  and  retire.  I  can 
see  it  in  your  kind,  blood-shot  eyes.  It's 
a  look  I've  learned  to  recognize.  She's 
had  fame,  had  success,  had  career,  family, 
home,  now  why  doesn't  she  sit  back  and 
take  it  easy?  How  much  ambition,  how 
much  anxiety,  does  one  person  want  or 
need?  Oh,  yes,  you  were,  weren't  you? 
Weil,  great  heavens  to  Betsy,  why  should 
I  retire?  I'm  geared  to  this  sort  of  thing. 
I  love  work!" 

Did  the  book  contain  a  rule  of  thumb  to 
cope  with  that  one? 

"I  don't  live  by  the  book,  darling.  Not 
the  way  you  mean  it.  By  my  book,  yes. 
This  is  my  book,  remember.  I  didn't  com- 
pose it  but  I  collected  it.  It's  me.  Wait  a 
minute.  Uh-huh.  Here  it  is."  It  was  by 
Kahlil  Gibran,  a  name  somehow  suggesting 
it  might  spell  something  backward.  It 
went:  "To  love  life's  true  labor  is  to  be 
intimate  with  life's  innermost  secret." 

"Besides,"  said  Miss  Crawford,  "what 
would  I  do  if  I  retired?  In  a  month  they 
would  find  me  down  there  beside  the  pool 
with  moss  up  to  here.  Breathing  but  im- 
mobilized." 

A  nd  time  was  running  close,  and  what  in 
the  world  had  ever  happened  to  those 
mistakes  we  had  started  off  with  so  brave- 
ly?   Remember  the  plot? 

"Oh,  those  mistakes,"  said  Miss  Craw- 
ford. "Those  mistakes,  I  mean.  They're 
still  there,  darling.  Made.  Rooted.  1 
could  never  call  them  back  and  I'd  never 
want  to  And  I'd  do  it  all  over  again.  If 
I  didn't,  it  wouldn't  be  me.  You  can  see 
that,  can't  you?  And  a  ladylike  phooey 
on  Oscar  Wilde.  This  I  like  better."  The 
book  was  all  but  inexhausible.  "A  man," 
Miss  Crawford  had  written,  "can  learn 
twice  as  much  from  defeat  as  he  can 
from  victory." 

The  California  twilight  was  getting  in 
its  licks  in  earnest  now. 

"You  know,"  resumed  Miss  Crawford 
presently,  apropos  some  privy  thought  of 
her  own,  "what  a  sad  thing  is?  It's  a  sad 
thing  that  we're  always  too  young  to.  ap- 
preciate our  parents.  By  the  time  we  do 
appreciate  them,  it's  too  late.  It's  one 
of  the  very  few  things  that  are  too  late. 
Most  things  aren't  too  late  at  all.  Never 
look  forward,  never  look  back.    That  defi- 


nitely is  for  me.  Or  forward  just  a  little. 
Listen:  "This  day  will  bring  some  lovely 
thing.  I  say  it  over  each  new  dawn.  Some 
gay,  adventurous  thing  to  hold — and  so 
I  rise  and  go  to  meet  the  day  with  wings 
upon  my  feet." 

On  two  hours  sleep?   No  kidding? 

"On  two  hours  sleep." 

A  woman  of  remarkable  nervous  and 
physical  stamina.   With  few  if  any  qualms. 

"Oh,  some  qualms,"  said  Miss  Crawford. 
"I  believe  in  omens.  Like  a  few  months 
ago,  I  enrolled  for  a  course  at  tjcla.  The 
very  first  night,  there  was  an  earthquake. 
You  remember  the  earthquake.  I  went 
home  and  didn't  go  back  again.  I'd  had  it." 
Miss  Crawford  laughs  low  in  her  throat. 
"Nothing  in  the  book  about  that." 

A  mistake,  then? 

"An  act  of  God.    I  made  the  mistakes." 
And  would  not  unmake  them  if  she 
could? 

"Right.  Could  not.  But  would  not  if 
could.  How  horrible  to  lead  a  perfect 
life.  How  uninstructive.  If  you'll  forgive 
a  little  homespun  philosophy,  aren't  we  all 
the  sum  total  of  our  mistakes?  Among 
other  things?  No,  no,  I'd  do  it  all  over 
again.  That  was  what  you  wanted  to  know 
to  begin  with,  wasn't  it?" 

That  was  it. 

'And  now  you  know." 

Che  is  an  incredibly  beautiful  woman, 
~  this  one,  who  apparently  has  bitten 
into  life  quite  a  lot  harder  than  most 
have  the  guts  to  do.  Also,  and  not  quite 
incidentally,  she  is  an  avid  admirer